Melodia

-Age 5- There were no toys. The child, henceforth known as Melodia, held her arms crossed and tight as she was led aboard a ship that seemed too large for her senses. The Captain had led her aboard in the most gentle manner, almost motherly. They'd strode past the burning tents and the corpses littering the ground and each time Melodia was tempted to look, the Captain would say "Nay dearie.....keep the eyes straight on. Lookin' elsewhere'd only be pain." And as they boarded the small rowing vessel that took them out to the ship in silence, Melodia did steal one small glance back to see the smoke in the air and flames that were dying out. She looked back and held her head down as tears fell. She felt a finger touch the bottom of her chin and nudge her face upward. The Captain was looking at her with a sadness in her eyes, but also held a tone of knowing. "I told ye not ta look, little one. Ye'd do best to heed me words going forward." The rest of the journey had been cold and silent. Boarding the ship, she men and women about, bustling and working, loading the goods they'd seized from her camp. She said not a word and stared blankly as the Captain barked orders to the people and knelt down close to her and said in a hushed voice. "Now dearie, yer ta come with me. I'll show ye yer new home. It may no' be so much space...but we'll take care o' ye. Come now." As they crossed the wooden deck, the Captain yelled back to the men, "Hey! Did the food and beddin' get put out like I asked? If no' I'll have Ramsay's head an' one o' yers as well stuck to the mast fer dec'ration!" One of the men bolted past her and shuffled down some stairs into the belly of the ship. The Captain led her down the same set of stairs moments later. Melodia noticed it was dark save for a few lights, and there were people down here as well, though not quite as many. She was led down a tight hallway and then into a large open area that was not quite so open anymore. So many crates and ropes, and tools littered the area. Some people were sleeping against the walls and coughed in their sleep. The Captain pointed to an empty blanket laid out against the wall. "Tha's yers. Make th' best o' it. May be yers f'r some time. 'Less you piss me off, an' I throw you t' th' men above." Melodia looked at her and saw no smile, no humor in those eyes. She was deadly serious and she shuddered as she nodded. The Captain turned and began to head out as Melodia stared at the area. "With me, lass. Time fer a bite t' eat and yer first lesson." The Captain said it without gentleness, as she had back on land. She'd issued an order as she'd done with the men and women above. And before Melodia moved to follow, one thought echoed sadly through her mind as she looked at the sleeping area. There were no toys.

Ruru looked over at Miza and chuckled. "Maybe stick with the orange juice at night and you wouldn't need that as a wake up." His tone was friendly and he got hiis ale, leaving a coin tip on the bar. He tossed the payment for his and Kink's drink as well. He turned his head to see Grace at the table and nudged Kink. "You up to see if we can join in? Unless you're afraid of losing some coin to me?"

His eye shot open and shook his head, grinning. "You ever take a break? From giving me hell I mean. And I'll get you your drink, so keep the coin." He turned to look around checking the crowd that was there. "Ah yes the harem." He chuckled. Well, that's a tall order....and need willing participants. I'm thinking it may take some time." He shook his haid again, controlling his laughter. "Never gonna live that one down am I?"

*I thought the Quicksand thread was a fun idea and thought this would be cool to do for the Limsa rp'ers. Please feel free to post here. Ruru walked into the Drowning wench after his shift at the docks and sighed as he took a seat at the bar. He raised a hand at the barkeep and nodded. "Aye...a pint of your best ale please. Gods know I've earned this past couple of weeks." He closed his eye and then relaxed, waiting for his drink.

*FYI this post future one may contain strong language and or situations* If the lower decks were all piss and vinegar, the upper decks only pretended to not be. And they did a poor job of it. She strolled through the Drowning Wench, giving a polite nod to the barkeep and scanning the tables and the bar for anything suspicious. Nothing too bad. Just the usual riff raff, the red head with her muscle at the bar, and the newcomers too stupid to realize they were being take for a ride by the city and hadn't even gotten their ticket yet. As she headed out to the Aftcastle, she sighed. The night air felt too nice to be pissing about on duty. "Kill them lazy thoughts, girl. Let yer guard down and get bit in the arse by one o' these black-hearted bastards." The thought was a command to refocus and that she did. She turned on her boot heel, turning to the Bismarck and walked with purpose. As she walked past one of the table she saw a couple of women standing, and looking about with mischief in their eyes, though they were dressed in fine clothing. And it was with that in mind that Melodia approached the two standing near the wall. "Evenin' ladies." The words eased out of her mouth pleasantly as she rested a hand against the wall next to them. Her look was a judgemental one, part scorn, part pity. "Tell me, why not get a table....have some food. Standin' round here like this...people might get ideas, see." The women stared at her with a mixture of disbelief and disgust. "Look we're not causing any trouble. We're just standing here. Now piss off." One of the two said with venom. Melodia chuckled heartily and nodded. "Aye...standin' here. And pissin' me off. One an' the same." She leaned in close and registered a whispered hiss. "Think I don' recognize a pair o' whores when I see 'em? Here's a hint ladies. Fuck off and go home. Tell yer boss that these days'er over. An' if ye don't leave? I'll toss ye in the clink an' leave ye there for the other prisoners if ye bloody want to get a piece so bad." Her look was one of deadly seriousness, with hard face that denoted she was not one to bluff. She waited half a tick then watched as the two walked away very quickly and muttering under their breath hateful curses against her. She didn't even turn or adjust her position and said loud enough where they could hear, "Nice evenin' ladies. Stay out o' trouble." She grinned to herself, pushing away from the way and turning to continue her patrol.

So I did some research last night and to get the dyeable pieces that are closest to what they wear, you are looking at a minimu level 45 (Their arms guards are raptorskin I believe, and the moccasins are high level as well. The tricky part is getting pieces you can dye black. The tops are a bit easier. but overall you will need a higher level character for this. *goes back to leveling up Melodia.* Only 15 levels to go!

-Age 16- Melodia'd finally gotten him up and they were sitting against the wall in Hawker's Alley, her and Tomas, watching the passerby, looking for a mark. She leaned to him, without actually looking at him, and spoke in a hushed tone, where he might hear hear just above the boisterous din of the crowds. "Now keep yer eyes open an' alert you drunk shite. Prob'ly still nursin' tha' hangover." Tomas grumbled. "Isn't a damn hangover. I'm fine." She chortled and nodded mockingly. "Aye...maybe nursin' a broken heart 'stead, right? After that sweet lass left yer bed in the middle o' the night. Ahh....ain't love grand wi' the ol' whores." She laughed and gave him a friendly shove before refocusing. "You know you're just damned mean at times." He smiled as he said it, a crossways glance at her indicating a dep affection for his his friend and partner. "And by the by....she wasn't a whore. She was just someone I met in the city. So be nice." She nearly laughed aloud but stifled it, trying not to draw too much attention to them. "Aye, aye. She wa'n't a whore...if ye say so." She giggled and brushed the bangs out of her eyes as her eyes drew upon a young woman, an Elezen, who looked a bit lost, but well to do in her outfit. Melodia nudged Tomas and nodded her head toward the woman. "There's our lost lit'le lamb. We'll get the coin from her." She clacked her teeth happily and felt her blood rush as it always did before a solid lift.

You know, that Lalafell in the middle seems like he's about to snap...hmmm...I wonder why? #Krellcameoappearanceingame Hehe....I also have some I need to upload. Maybe tomorrow.

I would be remiss not thank the folks that usually rp in Limsa. Holy smokes, yesterday was a big rp day at the Wench! There were essentially three big groups that were rp'ing, ours included, at separate tables and then cross group rp started to happen and we even got new folks tp join in! It was all very fun and I know it'd been going on for a couple of hours when I had to leave, and was still going strong as the night went on (from what I could see in the LS). I know from our group we had Andralyn Thatcher (ShayRei), Zhavi, Miza, Ruru, Alulu, Kiest, Pyralis (ForbieJD) (Who by the way gets a gold medal along with the Roe Mister Spamtastic for the most hilarious encounter I have seen), Jager, and Johnathan Winters. And add in a random table dancing Lala stripper who showed up and a bard who couldn't sing down the way, and it was a raucous, fun rp day. Random fun and an incredible group of folks. And was happy to see so much life there in the Drowning Wench. :thumbsup:

-Age 19- They were chasing her and she ran as hard and fast as she could. Her lungs burned as the climbed the slight hill and glanced back. She was absolutely terrified, and her heart pounded. Not so much from the run, though it definitely played a part, no, her heart pounded because she would be dead if the men giving chase reached her. She was sweating furiously and her face was already swollen from the beating she'd received, with the bruises and cuts still fresh, blood caked on the corners of her mouth. The rope still bound her hands together and it made the run hard. "Gods help me please!" The thought screamed aloud in her mind while her raspy breath burned in her lungs. Her feet, bare and dirty, also bruised and injured, carried her forward but stumbled on loose stone, common in these parts of La Noscea. She didn't cry out as she she was hoping still for an evasion that looked more unlikely by the second. Pushing herself back to her feet, the dangling, cut rope around her ankles whipped a bit as she began her sprint again, but she didn't even notice as she pushed forward. "Inland...I need to get inland.....Twelve help me get away from the sea." Again, the thoughts buzzed and had she the time a rest, she would weep from raw fear. They were trying to kill her and she didn't even know why. Her long hair was a mess, tousseled and sweaty and swung against her mid back, open and free as opposed to the braided ponytail she normally. They had ensured she was unrecognizable as they had beaten her. "Tomas.....I'm..." The thought barely had any time to form, let alone register as she reached the peak of the small hill and stumbled again. Asshe raised her head, she felt the blade of the sword against the back of her head and heard the cruel laughter from at least four men and at least one woman. "Well, looks like we've caught our stray." The voice a deep growl and she felt the sword point dig into her skull a bit, not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to hurt. "Get up, you little bitch!" The voice had turned hostile and the blade moved away as she began to stand. Running was no option. Not any longer. She looked at the group. A small one...four in total. A Roegadyn male had been holding her down with the blade. And an Elezen male, elderly now, with white hair and scars from battle, strode forward and grabbed her chin roughly with a black gloved hand. "I wa'n't done wit' you when you decided t' scamper, lit'le one. Wanted t' pretty up tha' face o' yers more. The Cap'n's waitin' on yer return." His voice was the same deadly cold that it was so many years ago when he'd asked to kill her. Only colder and with more of a deadly edge to it. The man known as Ramsay grinned and gruffly pushed her face away, as he turned and gestured for the group to move out. Toward the sea. "Oh please no." This time the tears began to fall. Toward her likely death.

Thank you both for the very sudden rp and allowing me to dip Krell's toes into the game a bit. Berrod was hilarious and Zhi did such good job of pissing Krell off that he dumped his cover fast. I am sure the two of them will have an even less pleasant meeting in the future. Muahahaha!!

Ruru looked at Hitchens and the words spilled from his lips, without a second thought of the conssequences. He had no time, no wiggle room to delay and think out his words. With a thumb jerked to Kink, never looking at her, "Aye....this one's got a complaint....'bout me. So I figured I'd escort her here to make sure she didn't get lost." He approached the desk and lowered his voice, gesturing to the man behind him. "This one's a client...had some questions about his goods 'round here. I figured it'd be best he speak to you rather than me half-assin' answers to him." He glanced back to Kink and shook his head as he still spoke to Hitchens. "watch her....she's a bit feisty. And she's full of crap with her complaint."

Yes! I'm sorry for missing you. I am usually on in the evenings if you want to talk in game about it. I have been busy leveling up Melodia to the point where I can get her actually into the proper uniform. But yes! I am still doing this.

They ran through the crowded walkways at full speed, trying to evade the damned guards. As Melodia and Tomas ran, they brushed past and ran into some, and scooted past others, as their footsteps were quick and agile. They were kids, no more than 11 years and they were getting good at their job. And their job was stealing. It hadn't been so hard to rip the jewelry off the merchant's table, since Tomas had distracted the elderly female merchant by asking her to show him some wares behind her, and Melodia had snatched the jewelry right off and bolted. Tomas was to wait for a moment but that plan was botched the moment the guard shouted at them to freeze. He'd been unseen, and so the jig was up and they were sprinting to a hiding place to let things cool down before heading back to the docks. Back to the ship and safety. Tomas was a Hyur and her only true friend on the ship, the only one she could open up to. He was like her, a youth that had been taken aboard so the two had much in common and over the past 6 years the two had bonded almost as siblings. As they rounded a corner, Melodia took a deep breath and stopped for a moment scanning the options available. He hair was long, and hung to her shoulders in a messy way, as the dark red turban she wore was dirty and showed signs of age. Her leather gear was also worn and she needed to be replaced badly with something more functional. The damned thing barely had any pockets and she had to hand carry some of the jewelry, which was a pain in the ass. She glanced and pointed away from the two. Tomas looked and nodded. "Aye....we head to anchor yard. 'F we get there wit'out the damn law seein' us, then we may be home free. An' you little bastard...how'd you not see the guard watchin'?" She smiled as she scolded him, her ears twitched as she spoke. "You know, one day you're going to be the one doing the distracting....then you'll see how hard it is, Mel." He smiled playfully at her while he replied and then nodded. "Let's go before things go to hells again." And they ran across the wooden planks toward the anchor yard. Melodia slightly ahead of Tomas, and she laughed as she ran, jewelry dangling out of her closed fist.

Ruru looked at the new face and grimaced. This was already risky enough and this one....he seemed too casual. Too relaxed for this job. His eyes snapped to Kink and went wide asking though the expression, "Him? Really?" He heard Kink's question and nodded. "Aye. It's close enough, though Miza may have a bit more ground to watch." His eyes went back to the new man and he couldn't help himself as he moved closer and hissed in a whisper, "Are you ready? I mean for this. We can't afford any screw-ups on this job."

The flames raged and the shouts were audible as the encampment burned. The girl was no more than a small child, and hid amongst a small stack of crates, just as her father had instructed as he grabbed his sword and ran to meet the attackers. Pirates. They'd come to raid the small seeker camp and when the Miqo'te had resisted, the raiders had decided to raze the entire camp with their superior numbers. The camp was a small one and had moved to the La Noscea area's outskirts in order to set up a new life, wanting to avoid conflict. And now the camp was burning, and the tribe members were dying. The little child Miqo'te with the short blue hair hid amongst the crates, shaking in fear and silently weeping. "Not a peep, little flower. Not a peep." Her father had said the words as he departed. She did her best, save for the quiet sobs that escaped. Her breath stopped short as a young Elezen man stormed into the tent with his axe in hand. He was breathing hard and girl saw blood splattered across his armor, his hands, and on the blade. He stalked into the tent looking around and tossing items to and fro, as if looking for something. He pocketed some jewelry he saw, as she watched through the slats of the crates and she put a hand over mouth to keep all of the noise inside. She watched as he tuned and moved to the crates, his figure growing larger and looming as he approached. And in an instant.....it was over. The crates were flung to the side and he shouted. "Hold yer place and don' move!!" CAP'N!! We got us a wee one here!" She kept the hand over mouth and stared up at the Elezen who seemed so tall to her small form, his axe held back, ready to swing forward at any moment. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she was sure he would swing at any moment. Then she heard running footsteps that were heavy and watched as a large Roegadyn woman entered the tent. She was tall and had icy white hair that fell to her shoulders and was heavily armored. She was carrying a sword that was far larger than the girl was herself. "Aye, keep the bloody shoutin' down to a dull roar would'ya?" She spoke in a deep but silky smooth voice that commanded respect with its tone. She glanced over at the girl and while she had a hard face that terrified the little girl, it was one that softened a bit upon seeing the child. Stepping forward, she knelt down and looked the little girl in the eyes and with a large thumb wiped away the tears from the girl's cheeks. "No cryin' lass. That'll be the end'a those. They'll nae bring yer ma' and da' back. So save 'em for the things that c'n be saved." She said in a softer voice. "Ought t' run 'er through Cap'n. Don' need 'nother damn mouth t' feed." The Elezen said flatly, still glaring at the girl. She tilted her head back to the Elezen and nodded to the door. "We're thieves, Ramsay, not killers. Now, go get one'a the beds ready on the ship. An' some damned food. This one's likely not had a bite to eat all day." The Elezen paused a moment and she barked loudly "What th' piss hells are ye waitin' for? Get the job done'r I'll run ye through an' find soemone who will." The Elezen nodded and ran out of the tent. The Roe woman smiled softly at the child and nodded. "I'll nae leave ye here child. Nothin' left anyhow. Best ye come with us. 'Sides, I've work for ye on the the ship." She grabbed her small hand and inspected the fingers. "Work only a wee lass like y'rself can do with these little hands. Cleanin' and such. Ye'll likely hate it an' me f'r makin' ye do it. I don' give a damn what ye like or no'. I 'xpect ye t' listen an' do what ye're tol'." She gave the girl's hand a gentle squeeze. "Do that....an' ye and I'll ge 'long jus' fine." She stood, her large figure looming over the little girl and she held an outstretched hand. The little girl trembled but took her hand and rose. "Ye'll need a name on deck. This life....'tis over, lass. So this name....don' matter anymore." The Captain spoke as she walked the little girl from the tent to a camp that was a wasteland of death and walked her toward the coast. "I know." She grinned down at the little girl as they walked. "I'll call ye Melodia."

Personal Profile Character Name: Melodia D'janz Gender: Female Race: Miqo'te, Seeker Domestic Profile Civil Status: Citizen Place of Residence: Small apartment in Mist. Occupation: Yellowjacket Sergeant Social Profile A newly appointed Sergeant within the Yellowjackets, Melodia is a no nonsense, by the book member of the local law enforcement sector. She believes in fair and equitiable justice for folks and while she may appear to be harsh at times with seedier side of Limsa, she truly wants things to be right and just in the La Noscean area. She gets along well with others and despite her gruff speech patterns, she is a very thoughtful individual who tries to persuade with her words and brains rather than the sharp blow of her axe. A lot of her past is a mystery and she is rather close mouthed about it, but something lies there that drives her to do what she does. Meta Profile Melodia is a woman that looks squeaky clean on the outside and has a number of skeletons hiding in her closet from her past...and some much more recent.She truly believes she is doing the right thing, though her own hypocrisy may come back to bite her at some point. I am always available for rp. If you are in Limsa and want to hit me up, just send me a tell (otherwise I may miss you) and I can be ready asap. Look forward to meeting more folks there.

Bump so people who have yet to vote can vote. Thank you all for participating.

Note: The following are non-sequential excerpts from Melodia's past and are purely OOC knowledge as she keeps this strictly guarded ICly. It is simply to help folks enjoy a fun story and for me to get a better hold on her as a character. Please enjoy. "Get yer arse up, ye shite! We've coin to pocket and yer beauty sleep ain't doin' ya any good anyway!" Melodia kicked the Hyur male sleeping near the wall of the ship's quarters. The dark oak wooden walls, offered little lighting and the musty air reeked of sweat and filth. The little sunlight that crept in made the dust visible in the air. Melodia D'janz was a young Miqo'te Seeker, with dirty blue hair that hung loose around her shoulders, though she always did her best to attempt a ponytail to keep it out of her face. And what a face. Filthy, with dust that seemed to be etched into her skin, though no visible scars and a grin that was full of mischief and danger. Her attire was poor, with patchwork pants and a shirt she had stolen from some poor bastard some time ago. She'd cut the sleeves off and added some additional pockets to make it akin to a light tool jacket. Helped in her line of work. Captain always liked when she brought back extra coin and those pockets helped. The teenaged girl stood with a hand propped against the wall and kicked the Hyur again, a little harder this time and he let and audible "oomf" escape as her foot had caught him in the stomach. "I said....GET YOUR ARSE UP!! Gods damn it! Yer lazy arse is gonna get me inna trouble with the Cap'n. Now get up!" She stood up straight and clacked her teeth together in anticipation, whenever that lazay bastard partner of her would ever get up, of getting their coin today. She enjoyed being a thief, being a pirate, and being damned good at her job at such a young age. It was a bright new day and she was eager to sieze it and kick its teeth in to get what she needed.

Ahem. Hmmm....seems like my quote was wordsmithed.... LOL!! :lol:

Seconded. Are you implying I should also be shirtless? Uhhhhh yes please? *hides back whereveer he came from*

The sunlight broke through the clouds, and gave a brief respite from the rain and Melodia headed out and welcomed the day before her. Her patrol route took her through both the upper and lower decks of the city, and through the different worlds of Limsa. Here, the markets of Hawker's Alley were bright, lively, and busy with life abound. Folks trading and buying, while the passer by oft times had to fight for space to get by. This was a Limsa she knew well, one that had demanded much of her attention as a younger woman. Though, truth be told, she'd been posted on guard duty here a number of times over the past year. She'd risen through the ranks fast and she knew why and dismissed the thought as it brought a fresh shade of red to her cheeks. The lower decks were usually quiet, save for the docks. As she wandered, her boots making heavy sounds on the wooden planks (for she was a tall one), her axe shifting on her back with each step, she could feel the glares of the workers there. She was an unwanted presence...an obstacle for them making their coin and she hurried along, giving glances at the men and women there, ensuring thy saw her face, wanting them to know that she would be around again. And again. And again. She felt strongly for the city and its people. She wanted the city to be just an fair and many of the sorry lot at the docks were keeping that from happening. The gangs, the smugglers, the pirates...they blatantly wandered the docks with an air of enititlement. Melodia hoped to remedy that over time. As she was heading to the stairwell by the Fisher's Guild she was stopped by a young Elezen man, who'd beckoned her. As she cautiously approached she smiled, his look like the blade of a butcher's knife, eager to find something to cut. "Wull, look at the pretty girlie come wanderin' in the wrong side'a town." He voice was raspy and worn, the glare he shot Melodia was accompanied by a contrasting grin. "Yer new....a freshmeat." She crossed her arms and she glared at the man with hardened eyes, the scars across her cheeks gave her a look that she was familair with...only the uniform was different than she as used to. "Lemme play it simple, girlie. You don' need to wander down here again. Take a break....get a drink at the Wench on us. Maybe find yerself someone ta ease you into tha city." His hand held a bag of what sounded like coins and his grin never changed. She tilted her head and smiled at the man, though it was a venemous one that was an honest assessment of the man from her part. She snorted and clacked her teeth a bit. "Ye're the bloody welcome committee. Here's my answer f'r ye and yer boys out there." Melodia leaned in and hissed the words. "Ye take that gods damned coin and shove it in yer arse. Ye ever try t'bribe me again an' I'll haul yer arse to the damn cells meself. Ye little shite...talkin' at me like I'm meant to be bought and paid fer." She laughed aloud and turned to walk away but paused before turning back, looking at the man, still stupidly holding the coin out in front of him, the smile wiped away from his face. "Might wanna hang onta it....ye all maybe movin' outta town soon 'nuff." She laughed and headed up the stairs to the upper decks of the city.

Nonotano lay on his bed at the inn and kept his eyes closed. He held one arm under the back of his head and the the other above in the air, tapping his fingers one-by-one against his thumb. tap-tap-tap-tap-repeat. tap-tap-tap-tap-repeat. His mind raced and he imagined a timeline that never was. A timeline where he was sharing a dinner with his mother and father, and in this timeline they loved him as their sweet child. But that timeline was false. A lie he had created to.... To what...? His face began to twist into a grimace as a growl formed deep in his throat as he tried to remain calm and focus. But it was too late. Ruru had once again spoiled his fable, as he always did. Now that the false life was spoiled, he focused on the one thing that had fueled him for so long anymore: his hate. His mouth verbalized each one as they appeared his mind. "Ruru. His lalafell lover. The green haired miqo'te. Sergeant Crofte. The ragged homeless looking miqo'te." His teeth ground together. He began again, as though it were a mantra. "Ruru. His lalafell lover. The green-haired miqo'te....." And as he said the words, he savored the hatred he felt for his brother and those around him.

I will have law on the Limsa side as well if that's where the story goes. I also have Krell lurking around Limsa, if you need help. :evil:

*Note: Some entries in this thread will contain some nudity or adult situations. The smell of the sea permeated the room even through the closed windows. The cawing of the birds outside like an old familiar alarm clock. Another day had dawned in Limsa Lominsa and Melodia was still alive thank the gods. Her eyes fluttered open slowly as she lay in her bed and immediately felt the warmth of the man sleeping by her side, one of his arms draped over her back while she lay on her stomach, face half buried in her pillow. She raised her head slowly, using a hand to wipe the blurriness from her eyes, as her blue-tinged hair hung messily around her face and she saw the man was still sleeping. She felt bad as she could barely remember his name. He was a Hyur...and they'd met over drinks at the Drowning Wench while she was off duty. She doubted he'd see her off this morning. Melodia slid out of bed, nude as the day she was born and hurried to shower and prepare for the day. It was her first day as a newly promoted Sergeant in the Yellowjackets and she didn't want to be late. After getting her hair put together and her uniform on, she looked at herself in the mirror and grinned. The Seeker looked good and she was excited to take on her new role, which was a far cry from her previous life. The grin turned into a frown at that memory and she cursed. "Aye, leave that shite behind, Mel. Not a wee lass anymore. Time t' start earnin' yer coin, 'stead of stealin' it," she whispered to herself. She forced a grin and nodded, quietly heading out the door before looking back at the man still passed out on the bed. She blew him a kiss and sighed before heading out the door. She prayed he'd be gone when she returned, closing the door and heading out into the crisp Limsa air. A new day was dawning in Limsa and she was ready approach it head on.