[color=Sienna][center][img]http://i1150.photobucket.com/albums/o620/Vicier/Vicier%20-%20OUAT%20RP%20-%20Characters/Viciers%20Character%20Gifs/Audrey%20Rocio%20Ramirez%20-%20Gif%2002_zpsifqtn6xm.gif[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/mQ06gkT.gif[/img] [h2]Avonlea, Province ~ Fairy Tale World[/h2][/center] “..mierda..!” The ever familiar sound of the engines roaring to life ripped out through the docks of Province, the tires seeming to fly over the cobblestone and wood causing loose stones to crunch underneath their weight as each bike sped down the familiar route that had been lined out for them to take; the sound growing further and further away, disturbing the normally peaceful morning air of the docks as she hurried to catch up to them, though knowing that she was never going to be able to do so- it was over… she’d missed her chance at earning the extra gold, and for once being able to spoil her child with something special, and a day where the two of them could just sit and spend time with each other… Clenching her jaw as she watched the bikes disappear around the corner and out of her sight, a frustrated groan fell from her lips, her head shaking from side to side out of disbelief to her own stupidity until she turned away from the scene that was causing the more seedier side of Avonlea to get riled up about who was going to be the winner now that the reigning champ had been left out of the running- the very thought that she had once again let her precious daughter down had her hands balling into fists, the sound of wood creaking under the pressure of the blow as she brought them both down upon the lid of a nearby barrel. Sighing out softly in defeat, she pressed the palms of her hands into the barrel, her dark eyes shutting tightly for a moment or two before finally, she stood herself up tall once again, her expression blank and almost completely unreadable as she brought her hands together in front of her stomach, pulling her leather gloves off one after the other before she tossed them down onto the barrel; her dark eyes looking out, though not particularly seeing the view of the ocean as she gazed out over it, her mind reeling about what she was going to do now she had missed the opportunity that had been presented to her. A few moments later, a low, throaty chuckle resounded off of the cobblestone walls, reaching her ears. While usually the sound was associated with either taunting, or danger, Audrey knew it to be neither as it was a particular laugh she had grown familiar with over the years. It was [i]his[/i] laugh... Stepping out from behind the corner, a man made his presence known as he stepped towards her, his arms outstretched as if to say "here I am!" His frock, a deep sea-green in color, swished with every step he took - the blood-red waist coat poking out underneath complimenting the loud accessories of belts and sashes making anyone wonder just how the man got around without ever making any sound. "Not exactly a hard woman to find, Kiara. But ye sure do make it difficult to catch up to ye." the man smirked as he closed the distance between them. With a soft smile, reserved for only those single few he held a high regard for, the man trailed out his tattooed hand, letting his fingers catch her chin to softly have her looking back at him in an angle he found most appealing. "What ye may call misfortune... I call... opportunity..." he went on, a slight gleam in his eye and smirk on his lip. "Had ye won... well... perhaps my visit 'ere to Avonlea would 'ave gone unnoticed. It's rather amazing, isn't it? What a few, shiny gold pieces can do to a person 'til it's run dry..." “..Jones, you know that every single piece of gold I earn goes into raising my daughter… this win was going to be no different; except now…” She didn’t even want to think about how disappointed Elaina was going to be when she found out that her mother wasn’t going to be able to spend the following day with her; the girl was going to be heartbroken… at least this time, there wasn’t any promises made to get the child’s hopes up. Closing her eyes for a moment as she let a soft sigh fall out through her lips, she tilted her head lightly to the side, her chin slipping away from his touch so that her cheek was instead resting against his fingers, her shoulders physically relaxing and her body leaning up against the barrel- there had always been something about him… even throughout her years spent living in the Pride Lands, he had always managed to somehow pull her from her bad moods; her darkened thoughts, and back into the light with nothing more than smooth talk, a dashing smile, rather flattering intrigue towards her and her well-being. Lifting her hand up from where it had been rested over the top of the barrel, she ran her fingers back through her long and wavy dark locks, pushing them back and off her face before she once more lowered her arm, her hand coming to a rest on the leather gloves that she had taken off moments beforehand, “..I’ve let her down again…” The man, Davy Jones, as he was called, didn't waiver his visage as Audrey's spirit began to dwindle. He had seen her in times like this before; worse even. It seemed that he had timed his visit just right, for who else in this God-forsaken Kingdom could look after her better than he? "Ah. I see. That is... quite the plight..." Jones agreed, slowly letting his hand slip from the side of her face. "I'd be so inclined ta offer me services, but... it seems... something has weighted me down, rendering me quite useless. What- what is that?" Jones began to dig his hand in and around the golden sash tied around his waist, seeming quite perplexed for a few moments until finally, his hand caught around a rather large satchel. "Ah! There ye are! Thought I'd lost ye to the locker..." Jones began to untie the string that kept the satchel fastened to his person, and then, cupping it with his hand, he tossed it up a few times, listening to the sound of coins clicking together for a few moments before tossing it over to her. "Now... ye see... I had hoped that, that satchel I'd obtained, indisputably honestly and undeniably justly - quite recently, in fact - could buy ye and I a few days pleasures..." Jones wiggled his eyebrow. "However, in light of certain... circumstances..." He paused, crossing his arms over his chest and bringing up his finger to tap at his lips as though in deep thought. Then, with a shrug, he dropped his arms and smiled. "I suppose I could... extend such pleasures to... [i]smaller[/i] company, as well... absent the brothels, of course." Her soft lips parting in slight confusion as to the situation, Audrey turned her gaze down to the satchel she held in her hands, her dark gaze flicking over the insignia branded into the leather before all of a sudden, it began to make sense in her mind- these were the winnings… what she would have collected had she been in the race. The gold she had been planning on spending on her daughter from the beginning, and now thanks to the sticky fingers belonging to the pirate that stood before her, she had them within her grasp. Lifting her gaze and attention once more so that it was resting upon him, she couldn’t help the small smile that played over her lips, her fingers curling tighter round the leather satchel before finally, she slipped the strap over her shoulder, letting it hang by her side in a show that she was accepting of his gift, “..of course…” Turning her gaze down to glance at the leather gloves laying on the lid of the barrel, she reached out and took them in her hand, slipping them back down and into her pocket before she turned her head to once more give him her full attention, “..I should be sure to give her your regards; or will you be coming with me..? I don’t plan on returning home anytime soon; I told Sweets that I didn’t know how long I would be… If you have no plans, a few drinks would be welcomed…” Jones returned her comment with a smile. Then, extending out an arm, he approached her once more until his palm was pressing up against the small of her back, guiding her to walk with him to no place in particular, but it would only be a matter of time before they would find a tavern or something of the like. "Thought ye'd never ask, lass." [/color]