Snippet #1563118

Caitlyn had been leaning up against a wall when a male had approached her to stand on the opposite side of the door, to take out a packet of cigarettes and offer her one. Raising an eyebrow with a smirk across her face, she waved her hand and shook her head in refusal. He was almost the same height as Caitlyn, maybe a half inch or inch smaller than her. What a short ass... Hah! Though, he probably could do someone some serious damage with his muscle. Best not tease him.

"Nein, danke," The young woman said smiling, her strong scottish accent contrasting his own german one. She felt proud of herself for trying out her german, even if it was very basic. She wondered how long she could keep it up for... "Ja, Ich kanne ein bissen Deutch sprachen! ..." Her voice faded and she chuckled to herself, rolling her eyes. "How am I trying to keed. I'm Scottish."

Looking in front of her, Caitlyn saw the group of passengers beginning to finally make their way off the boat as it arrived at the port and the doors finally opened. There was no point trying to get off the ferry yet... Many familys and children pushed and shoved each other to be the first ones to get off, which in fact slowed everyone down. So, the young woman remained where she stood, waiting for the passage to clear.

"I take it you are German then." She said, making conversation with the male next to her. "What buisness to you have here in Russia, then?"

Very slowly, Caitlyn removed herself from the wall and began to move a little foward, in no particular rush.

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Stevey had reached his wits end as the pushing became violent as the flock of fellow passengers rushed for the doors as they finally opened. With his head held high and his lips pouting with disapproval, he pushed through the crowd, not helping the matter. Rather rudely, he extended his arms out infront and made himself a path, taking down everyone who was in his way.

"Excuse me!" Stevey called out, his chest sticking out to make a point. "Move please! Thankyou!"

He'd made his way near the doors, feeling to cold Russian air against his tanned face. An over-the-top shiver was produced by Stevey to make his point that it was cold outside, making people around him tut.

"Well I'm sorry! My brand new Real-Bear-Fur coat can't keep my face warm too." He exclamed to the tutting, before leaning in to am Asian-looking young lady to mutter. "Eight Hundred pounds this cost me... Eight Hundred!"