The Sea Air of Gdansk (Poland Intro)

[Feliks Lukasiewicz]

It was market day in Gdansk, and although torrents of rain beat down from the skies, the citizens of the once-bustling city looked unperturbed, carrying dark colored umbrellas, buying groceries that were shipped from the countryside. Life always went on, even if the brightly colored horses and carriages were gone, the dark, loomng architecture of the old Gdansk, bombed, now replaced by small, shops dotting the town, spots of bright red flowers peeking up from the cracks of the pavement. It was as far away from Warsaw as possible, so Gdansk was barely recognizable to the young, blonde hard Pole who was wandering up and down the avenue, his hair hanging loosely, shivering lightly in the sudden downpour.

He was new in this city, before having lived in Warsaw, and before that in a small city that he doesn’t remember the location of, having a few hours to kill before boarding another train back to Warsaw, or something but at least he had a few hours, maybe days to kill. He decided that he would venture out to the coast. The sunsets were supposedly nice, or so what the travel brochure had told him, there were plenty of taverns, restaurants and shops for him to spend the rest of the day browsing. There had to be at least one dress that would look totally fab-u-lous with his legs and light hair, right? Maybe something in dark blue, preferably something warm, to keep the chill of winter away. Something preferably cheap, because his money supplies had been depleted to the point of no re...

Ah that was right, wasn’t it?

He was absolutely, and un-fabulously broken. No clothes, not to mention no food, and no lodgings. Not to mention, how exactly was he going to pay for the ticket to Warsaw? However, he continued on, humming, there was always a spare purse probably lying around somewhere, or a wallet just like, dying to fall out of somebody’s pocket. And even if that didn’t work, he still had a different plan, although Feliks would rather not think about Plan C at the moment.

(ooc: Am I like, totally doing it right?)

[Iberia]

{like, yes, you totally are ♥ }

This weather was getting on her nerves.
Why was she here? She preferred it to the west, south… Where it was warm and sunny, or so she liked to think; but then, Sicounin liked looking back and pretending that the scenery was as lovely as it had seemed to her maybe some twenty something, almost thirty years ago, when she was still young enough to turn everything around her into something wonderful. Something far better than this forsaken weather she was greeted with, without even an umbrella to protect herself from it. As it was, she stood under a porch, wrapping her shawl tightly around her to keep away the cold; it was especially chilly down here by the sea, although that was a given, especially with this rain.

She watched, an innocent bystander amongst many – except not quite; she could not do business like this, not when there was little she could trade for food or money at this point – which was only deemed worse in her mind by the fact that it was a market day. So it seemed justifiable to reach over and steal those fancy little wallet from someone’s pocket as they moved in a swarm of people trying to escape the nasty weather. She had not done so – not yet; but she would, if it was deemed necessary. After all, that was the whole thing about survival, right? Not to mention, Sicounin wanted to get the hell out of here as soon as possible. Bad, bad weather; she liked it just as much as any stray cat littering the streets. And you can guess how much that is.

Amidst all these lines of thoughts, the woman had begun to walk, just another figure under the rain – but perhaps she should go find somewhere warmer and get some rest… Or find someone she knew besides that Italian buffoon. -, or at least until she almost accidentally bumped against someone. Thankfully she caught herself in time, or the impact might have been enough to make her fall. But in a still somewhat brief state of confusion, Sicounin glanced around and caught sight of a young woman… Man… Woman? She could not tell, even from this short distance (and for a brief moment she hoped her eye sight was not deteriorating, not after all these years), but regardless, it was a young person who, to her, seemed a bit out of place. Or something like that. Sicounin was not one to talk, not when she was the one who felt completely out of place here. She furrowed her brow; her… Motherly instinct of sorts always seemed to wake up at these moments. Whatever it is she should call it. It was a bit odd, a bit sad if she got attached. But it wasn’t so bad sometimes.
As it was, right now she looked somewhat perplexed, but soon shook her head.
“My apologies. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking.”

[Feliks Lukasiewicz]

Feliks tried to walk with a purpose. Tried to act like he belonged in the crowds, his hands reaching into his purse for some loose change that would buy him an hour in one of the restaurants, and maybe a bowl of soup. It was a good thought, but a check through his pockets had revealed no coins, a search in his purse - also none. As he was busy searching, somebody bumped into him.

He dimly heard an apology.

Feliks turned his head around. "It's like, totally alright." he said, his hands shaking slightly at being addressed. His voice was a soft alto, as he continued. "The weather's like, totally bogus though." he added, laughing nervously, as he tugged on the sleeves of his dress, and as if right on cue, the rain fell faster and harder.

“See? There’s like, got to be some sort of grudge against me.” He was speaking faster and faster, blushing red. He wasn’t one for conversations, it had always been Toris, or one somebody else that would do the talking, and he would listen, and smile, and listen some more.
Now relax, he tried to tell himself, and found a smile, somewhat flat but neverless a smile, coming onto his face. “I’m Felik...Felicity.” he finished, lying lamely.

[Iberia]

If given the chance, Sicounin would have walked away quickly. To where? She was not entirely sure; perhaps back with the crew. Perhaps she would tolerate her captain’s antics for a little while in favour of staying out in the rain. But this did not seem to be the case, though she found that it was not necessarily irritating. Quite the opposite, actually. This person seemed somewhat anxious, though in all honesty she would, too, if she was some fifteen years younger and bumping into people under the rain.

“You and me both, I believe.”

Sicounin was more for the sun and warm weather, not… Not this. She idly wondered what fate must have against her.
Without second thought, she had a firm but not too tight grip on this Felicity’s arm and pulled her along and under a small from a nearby building. “It is best to wait for a little while than to walk out in the rain at this point.” She offered a small smile and a somewhat tired gaze; her hair was a mess, large curls falling against her skin and clothes and sticking, but she was not worried about that now.

“I am Sicounin. Are you... from around here?”

{ sorry this took so long ;n;/ }

[Feliks Lukasiewicz]

“I was like, born not too far away from here, but like, this is the first time, and I totally didn’t come prepared. Like if I’d have like, known I would have like, stayed indoors, or like something.” He felt self conscious. That was a first for him, speaking so much in front of a complete stranger, but he wanted to seem friendly, and nice, he wanted to be anything but the one person who was dumb enough to go out without an umbrella in the middle of a storm.

He continued, shrugging. "I was like, totally supposed to meet a friend or something, but totally got caught in this storm - and like, where are you like, taking me?” he asked, noticing that she had taken his hand, he quickening his pace so he wouldn’t be dragged along.

Maybe she was taking him to get food, a voice inside his head said hopefully. Or even somewhere away from the rains, and they could get pierogies, because pierogies are totally delicious, and he had seen a nice restaurant when he had passed by it to the harbor. Maybe if they passed it, he could make a side comment? He was hungry after all, and if anything too bad happens, he could probably shake free of this woman, although she seemed so nice.

However she was dragging him into the opposite direction.