[hr][hr] [center][h1][color=Sienna]Audrey Ramirez[/color] and [color=DarkGray]Davy Jones[/color][/h1] [img]http://i1150.photobucket.com/albums/o620/Vicier/Vicier%20-%20Through%20The%20Pages%20Roleplay/Character%20Collab%20Gifs%20-%20Everyone/Audrey_zps66oyfvhx.gif[/img][img]http://i1150.photobucket.com/albums/o620/Vicier/Vicier%20-%20Through%20The%20Pages%20Roleplay/Character%20Collab%20Gifs%20-%20Everyone/Jones_zpsj8cjufys.gif[/img] [h2]♦ Avonlea Docks - Avonlea, Rivenspire ♦[/h2] [b]Interacting With:[/b] Each other. ⚜⚜⚜[/center] [hr][hr] [color=Sienna]“..puta mierda..!”[/color] The ever familiar sound of the engines roaring to life ripped out though the docks of Province, the tires seeming to just fly over both the cobblestone and wood, causing the loose stones to crunch underneath their weight as each bike sped down the ever changing 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 full well that she was never going to be able to do so. It was over. She’d missed her chance… 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 down and spend time with one another. Clenching her jaw tightly as her dark eyes followed the bikes until they had completely fled from sight and around the corner, a frustrated groan fell through her lips, her head shaking from side to side in utter disbelief to her own stupidity until eventually, 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 new 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, Audrey 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… almost completely unreadable as she brought her hands together in front of her stomach, pulling the leather gloves off one after the other before tossing them down on the cracked and splintered lid; her gaze looking out, though not particularly seeing the view of the ocean waves as she stared out over it, her mind reeling about what she was going to now that she had missed the opportunity 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, Davy Jones 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 waistcoat poking out underneath complementing the loud accessories of belts and sashes making anyone wonder just how the man got around without ever making any sound. [color=DarkGray]"Not exactly a hard woman ta find, Kiara. But ye sure do make it difficult to catch up to ye."[/color] Jones smirked as he closed the distance between them. With a soft smile, reserved for only those single few he held a high regard for, he 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. [color=DarkGray]"What ye may call misfortune... I call... opportunity..."[/color] he went on, a slight gleam in his eye and smirk on his lip. [color=DarkGray]"Had ye won... well... perhaps me 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..."[/color] [color=Sienna]“..Jones…”[/color] 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 absolutely heartbroken… but at least this time, there wasn’t any promises made to get the child’s hopes up… [color=Sienna]“..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…”[/color] Closing her eyes for a moment, 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 both visibly and physically relaxing as her body leant back against the barrel- there had always been something about him… about Jones that had caught her eye… Even throughout her years spent living within 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, and rather flattering intrigue towards her and her well-being. Lifting a single hand up from where it had been rested over the top of the barrel, Audrey ran her fingers back through her long and wavy dark locks, pushing them back and off of her face before she once more lowered her arm, her hand coming to rest instead upon the leather gloves that she had taken off moments beforehand, [color=Sienna]“..I have let her down once more…”[/color] Jones didn't waver 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? It was a good thing he always had a plan. [color=DarkGray]"Ah. I see. That is... quite the plight..."[/color] Jones agreed, slowly letting his hand slip from the side of her face. [color=DarkGray]"I'd be so inclined ta offer me services, but... it seems... something has weighed me down, rendering me quite useless. What- what is that?"[/color] 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. [color=DarkGray]"Ah! There ye are! Thought I'd lost ye to the locker..."[/color] 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. [color=DarkGray]"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..."[/color] Jones wiggled his eyebrow. [color=DarkGray]"However, in light of certain... circumstances..."[/color] 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. [color=DarkGray]"I suppose I could... extend such pleasures to... [i]smaller[/i] company, as well... absent the brothels, of course."[/color] He paused, and then quirked an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side slightly in a soft angle. [color=DarkGray]“Or not..?”[/color] Parting her soft lips in slight confusion towards the situation, Audrey let her gaze tear away from his own and down to the satchel she now held within her hands, her dark eyes taking a moment to flick over the insignia branded into the leather before all of a sudden, it began to make sense in her mind. These were the winnings… It was what she would have collected had she been in the race in the first place. The gold that she had been planning on spending on her daughter from the very beginning, and now, thanks to the rather sticky fingers belonging to the pirate that now stood so very tall before her eyes, she had them within her grasp… How was it he always seemed to be at least one step ahead of her at every turn..? Lifting both her gaze and her attention so that it was once more resting upon him, she couldn’t seem to help the small smile that played over her lips, her fingers curling tighter around 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… and of his help, [color=Sienna]“..of course…”[/color] Turning her gaze down to once more glance over at the leather gloves left laying on the lid of the barrel, Audrey reached out and took them up in her hand, taking a moment to slip them back down into her pockets before she turned her head, once again choosing to give him her full attention, [color=Sienna]“..I shall be sure to give her your regards; or will you be accompanying me..? I do not 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.”[/color] Jones returned her comment with a smile. Though as much as he would like to see the small child again, drinks with the woman he had known for a great number of years posed to be a slightly higher priority. Especially when she was willing to get a few drinks with him. 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. [color=DarkGray]"Thought ye'd never ask, lass."[/color]