.:Catch Me If You Can:. ((CLOSED, SEE NEW THREAD!))

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Gina sinks down a flight of stairs that resided in the back of the cafe, tucked in a small cove of the restaurant, near some tables that hardly any customers sat in. Wearing a more simple dress, she walked to one of the booth seats near a dark corner. Despite the hard light, Gina still kept a soft, calm image. She looked over the people sitting at the tables and noticed that there were less people than there were earlier. She then turned her head toward the bar where she saw one of her regulars, Ian communicating with a large man who looked oddly similar. She hadn't seen the other man before but knew that he wasn't going to make any peace by the way that he carried his body and give Ian a slap on the cheek then leave for a table as Ian gets another hard drink.

Gina sat in the leather, cusioned seat as the moon rose and glistened through the large windows of the cafe, making the slightly dingy, dim lights of the cafe seem more dark then usual. As the night progressed, the croud dwindled out and eventually, a newer night-time croud entered.

((It's alright, mine's kinda crappy as well))

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Watching Ian down his sixth consecutive glass of scotch, Lorenzo decided the young man had enough to drink. "I can't give you another drink, Ian." The bartender stated matter-of-factly when Ian held up his glass to indicate he wanted a refill. The young pilot had already gained the reputation of being an alcoholic and Lorenzo wasn't about to fuel those cruel whisperings, however true they were.

"You can't deny me a drink if I'm paying for it," Ian responded automatically, already knowing where the conversation was going. He and Lorenzo had the same conversation at least once a week, sometimes more. "But, for once, I'll agree with you." With a weary sigh, Ian set down the glass. Staring into the empty glass, Ian held his forehead in his hands. He reviewed every detail as to why his brother would be here, cursing the universe for sending such a plague.

Happy that Ian agreed to stop drinking for the night, Lorenzo took out a wet cloth from beneath the bar and began to wipe down the stretch of cedar. Tossing the cloth over his shoulder, he picked out a bottle of French 1887 white wine. Finding a cork screw, Lorenzo carried the bottle, two wine glasses and the corkscrew over to where Gina sat. "Care for some white wine, my dear?" Although the two were simply friends, Lorenzo had taken to calling Gina 'my dear' ever since he'd met the woman.

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Gina averted her gaze to Lorenzo as he approached her table with two half full glasses of wine. She smiled for she enjoyed his company since he was one of the more elder and down to earth of her empoyees. "I would love a glass Lorenzo," Gina replied in her usual cool, calm voice. "Have a seat." Gina slid from the center of the semi circle shaped booth to one of the sides to accomodate for Lorenzo, suspecting that he would stay to sit with her for a small break from behind his bar.

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((bump))

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Karen titled her head to one side, regarding the other people in the bar. She stood, some small strands of her hair falling over her face as she moved. She walked to the bar, her muscles fluid & feline. She gave Lorenzo a smile before he left - a pleasant one. She sat on one of the bar stools and delicately drummed her hand on the polished bar surface. It was only then she noticed the man beside her. She cleared her throat gently, just loud enough to let him know he had company

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Jackson walked into the bar, his eyes flickering from side to side. He spotted a table, almost hidden in shadows and made his way over, his dark eyes glittering, seeming like he had a secret that he couldn't tell. A kind of dark mystery surrounded him. He pulled out a chair and sat, pulling a pack of cards from his pocket. They were marked cards, the pack he had since he joined the ships. He shuffled them idly, springing them from hand to hand, in a deeply ingrained habit of his. He took in the bar around him as he did it, his almost black eyes missing nothing

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Before Lorenzo had a chance to sit down, Gina spotted a girl that she recognized take a seat at the bar and signal for him to get her a drink. "Dearest Lorenzo," She said to him as she thumbed over to the woman at the bar looking impatient, "It seems as though you have a customer. I'll keep the wine and glasses here while you serve her."
Gina took another glance at the woman who was sitting at the bar again. She recognized her as a Secret Spy because she was seen snooping around a night. Gina knew that most of the pirates and outlaws were feeling uneasy about her being here. She knocked against side of the table, which she specifically sat at because it was hollow, to make a loud sound, signaling to Viviani.

Viviani heard a hollow knocking and looked over to Gina sitting at the table she always sat at. Hearing that signal she knew that there were government spies in the cafe. It didn't specifically concern her at the moment but she knew that she should be better off to leave for her own safety. "This'll be my last song sweetheart." She whispered to Elliot over the piano.

Elliot looked up from his music and saw Viviani right in front of his face, inches from him. "O-Okay." He managed to stutter out behind his blush as Viviani was already back at the mic with her trumpet. After the song, he saw her pack up her trumpet and head to the upstairs lounge where she went every night. He wanted to go and follow her but he hadn't the courage and knew to keep a professional image while working for Gina.

[Mayiamaru]

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[Mayiamaru]

.:Gina's employee Form:.

Username: Mayia Hikamaru
Name: Mayia Hikamaru
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Female
History: Mayia was born as a frail and weak baby. Her parents are unknown and her life was spent in an orphanage at the south side of town for about four years. Once she was four, she was adopted by two loving people. Aria, and Kai Akitora. When they came along, she was happy, but one day, everything just... was pulled away from her. They had adopted a boy named Skye off the streets. He had no name until they took him in. Mayia and Skye were pretty close and they even took in a silver wolf pup from the forest that Mayia fell in love with at first sight of the little guy. Sadly, that happy life only lasted for three years. Mayia was too scared of Skye to look back as she ran from that house where he had been the one to murder Kai and Aria. She never knew why, but it felt like such a bitter betrayal. Since then, Mayia had been living alone on the streets.
Mayia been taken pity on by a man who worked at an animal shelter when she was ten and began working at his shelter, earning enough for a condo. She had enough to finally go to school again.
Five years later, a fight her broken out in the halls of Mayia's high school and she lost most of her memories. She was thrown back at the wall, injuring her head severely to a point where she had been in a coma for over a year. Sixteen months later, she woke up with Hunter at her bedside. She vaguely remembered her foster family of three, a mother, a father, and a boy just a year older than her and not one memory came of a real family. She couldn't remember the murders though, and every time she would sleep, she would dream of those horrible murders that she witnessed. She remembered nothing and no one at all except for Hunter, who stayed by her for every second of the day.
Hunter was that a silver wolf pup that she had loved since she was little and had been her best friend for that whole time. They were so close that she could have sworn that they were able to speak to each other. Mayia never felt alone with Hunter at her side day in and day out, but a few days before her eighteenth birthday. Mayia was attacked while on a walk with Hunter through a new area of town just after school. She looked incredibly frail so she was made out to be a target. Hunter had stood up for her and fought for her to get those thugs away from her, getting stabbed once and horribly bruised in the process. Everything seemed fine until they got home. Hunter lost blood by barfing it up and he died on Mayia's steps...
Since then, Mayia swore to stop looking so weak. To change the way that Hunter wanted her to. She wasn't going to let his death be in vain. She wouldn't stop crying for him though. Without Hunter, she was alone. And what was more, it was her fault that he was gone. When Mayia turned nineteen, she met Gina. She was given something to do and brought to a place where she could work. She still remained reserved and put up a sullen expression as a defense mechanism. She is still terribly afraid and wants to know her past very badly. She goes for any leads that she gets.
Years at work for Gina: She only started about a week ago.
Relationship with Gina: Mayia does not know Gina... at all. She just remembers someone pulling her from the gutter and giving her a life here. She still fears Gina just a tiny bit though, wondering why she had brought her here.
Other:
-Mayia cares for any animals she finds along the streets and keeps caring for them until they either leave on their own, someone adopts them or they die.
-Mayia is gifted with artistic talents. Her voice is heavenly because of it's naturally quiet and soft qualities, but she has never sang in public... Only when she wishes to console herself or her animal friends. She can draw beautifully, but keeps that to herself very strictly. Her drawing are good, but when she doesn't have a picture in mind, she always ends up drawing something disturbing to her mostly, but can't bring herself to throw it away.

.:Bounty Hunter Form:.

Skye's Plane
Username: Mayia Hikamaru
Name: Skye Akitora
Age: Twenty
Gender: Male
History: Skye was born into a large family. His mother was Hanna and his father was Barlock. They never saw Skye again after he turned two and they didn't want to see him. He was one of four quadruplets. Knight, Kaijin and Genkai were his other brothers and rather than just being regular fraternal quadruplets, they all ended up being nore enhanced with specific emotions. That was realized the second they were all only a few days old. Skye was always the silent one. Knight was always loud and obnoxious. Kaijin was always near a mirror or hitting someone and Genkai usually sat in the corner in fear.
Since the age of two, Skye had been bounced from relative to relative. All the while, Skye was perfecting his talents that his family overlooked. Skye is able to draw, play music on most instruments and has learned the art of swordsmanship. He drew day and night when he had horrible nightmares and still have them in a box to this day along with some poems and songs. He usually carries an acoustic guitar with him, everywhere he goes, but why is a story you will have to hear from him. His family did what they could to get him sent away. They always feared him, and if sending him to this school was what it took to escape Skye's strangeness, they did whatever was needed to do it. Skye usually spent his days reading and studying as well as training with his blade. He was living with his grandmother and uncle until they finally conjured up the courage to kick him out when he had turned five. After that he roamed the streets. His little experiences here and there made him a murderer in the eyes of the public.
Skye had only lived on the streets for two months before he had been adopted by a loving home. Aria and Kai Akitora were the ones who had named him the the first place. In his old home, he had no name. He was a ghost or an omen in his old home, but here, he felt free and loved. Regardless of that, he had never smiled. He was a murderer at heart with a bloodthirsty state and ended up murdering them, Mayia having been lucky enough to get away. He had never seen her after that though.
He is now a bounty hunter, looking for a way to make a living. He took pity on the children he saw, alone without families, so he started an orphanage. He is able to steal food for five, but when there are too many, he had to find work. Bounty hunting was the only thing he could do for them, so that became his occupation.
General Personality: Skye is very cold and secluded. His eyes are a stoney grey and mysterious to look in to as well as cold when fixed on you. Skye keeps to himself and is very serious about everything he does. He is always said to be cold and unfeeling since he never jokes or takes anything as a joke. He wasn't always like this however. His past made him what he is today. He doesn't talk about his past unless someone were to gain his trust, which is very hard to do. He rarely smiles due to his cold and unfeeling nature but he tends to remain courteous and very scholarly. Skye is usually placed in the catagory of feared, because of his unusual appearance and the way he does just about anything. The way he speaks makes it very easy to misunderstand which time period he came from. It is like he was new to this planet, or from a medival time period. Skye is really a child at heart though. He does not comprehend most things like the concepts of warmth or love.
In Realation To Other Pilots: Skye does not care for other pilots. He just makes a living and helps out if he is asked. Of course, he also needs a light of interest for him to help anybody at all.
Where You Live: He lives in a little run down ghetto with a hidden lair. Orphaned children live there and he runs the little place like an orphanage, bringing couples who wish for a child and cannot create one of their own. The number of children tends to change and he has won their approval due to his kind motives.
Other:
-Skye's guitar was made by hand by him and his former foster father from birch bark. A metalic thread that seems impossible to break was used for the strings and makes a much more beautiful noise when plucked than a regular modern day guitar. He carries it with him everywhere.
-Skye makes his own clothing, but his hat was given to him by his foster father, Kai.
-A hand-made guitar strap that holds his guitar to his back is black and embroidered with silver and red thread. Carnations are all over it in silver and the red was used to make the vine-like patterns between the carnations. A white thread at the bottom left read -Skye Akitora- in an elegant script.

Crimson Hog

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((Looks pretty good. I'll add them to the character list. Do keep in mind though, this is set in a very modern time, so your bounty hunter may not want to use swords so much because he can't really use that on a plane and will be out gunned in many situations with others. Also, since this is Italy and the Mediterranean, there aren't really that many deciduous forests that wolves would live in, infact, I don't think wolves really live anywhere near the Mediterranean. Have fun C:))