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The Stowaway

Got any donuts on you?

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a character in “Destiny's Child”, originally authored by Masquerade (Skye), as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Reyna, the Stowaway
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Don't touch me!


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Theme Song ||Bubble Wrap | Wall-E





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||Name||

Reyna

||Age||

She doesn't know

||Position||

Stowaway

||Physical Description||

Reyna is very short, about 4'5 and 80 Ibs. She has fairy tale yellow hair and gold eyes to match, there is usually a rose color tint to her cheeks and she is built for speed and agility. Her skin is very fair and in sunlight appears to sparkle; she has a second layer of skin that allows her to breath underwater.

||Specialty||

Hiding




||Personality||

Most would say that Reyna lacks personality, but really, she just keeps to herself. She's quiet and doesn't do much, she doesn't really move about the ship, in fact, she really only stays in one place, the Captain's cabin. He calls her his good luck charm, which Reyna doesn't really think of herself as because of the fact that only bad things ever happen to her. She seems to think she's a walking disaster, but doesn't express her opinion because she physically can't. Her vocal chords were cut in Drek, but that's a story for later.

Reyna is very curious about the world, she hasn't seen much of it and she's scared of most things because of what's happened in her past. No one in the crew really knows she's there except the Captain and maybe the Medic and the Second in Command. Reyna used to have a bad habit of loving those who don't deserve it, or people who will hurt her in the end. She's learned from that though and now is very reserved and only trusts those who she knows won't hurt her, or who ever offers her donuts (whichever comes first really).

Reyna is scared of the dark, of cages, people who reach out for her suddenly, and bad smells (bad things usually follow bad smells). She was locked in a cage in a dark basement in a building that smelled like formaldehyde and floor cleaner, so all of those fears are justified. Her absolute worst fear, however, is of being alone again. She waited for so long for someone to come find her, that when the Doctors in Drek told her that no one ever loved her and no one would ever come save her she finally broke. It was almost an instant reaction, as if something had just shut off; she became a limp doll, wouldn't move, eat, or drink. By the time the Captain found her, Reyna was so close to death that the doctors were thinking of failing her and putting her down.

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||History||

Reyna remembers what the world was like before it fell apart.

Pieces of the world torn into an apocalyptic catastrophe when the King and Queen, her parents, were assassinated. Reyna was only five years old and yet, she remembers walking into their bedroom in the middle of the night, scared of the thunder and lightning. Their bodies were draped over each other like sheets, blood still staining their white night clothes.

It was an assassination, the doctors said when they had officially been declared dead. That's when the civil war broke out. Bodies littered the streets, there was never enough food for anyone and the worst part of it all, was that Reyna was all alone. A selfish spoiled brat who was suddenly thrown into the real world, forced to grow up and face reality.

That's when the someone approached her, saying she had the most unique eyes. People had always been telling her that, so she had thought nothing of it. He offered Reyna a trade, information for food. The five year old greedily accepted, not even thinking about what kind of information he wanted. The transformation wasn't painful and the food was plentiful, Reyna shared it with the those who hadn't died in the war and they became a family of sorts, sharing food and shelter, coming together to sing songs under the moonlight, hiding in dilapidated buildings from the ravenous animals that were hungry for human flesh.

That's when the woman arrived. Her name was Leslie and she came in an airship, wearing fancy clothes and sporting a bag that looked as if it carried many wonderful things. Being the stupid five year old she was, Reyna stole the bag as soon as Leslie turned around and ran, taking every confusing turn she knew that led to the center of the city, where the castle had once stood. Leslie was smart, she pursued Reyna with the patience and grace of a hunter. Whereas Reyna was reckless and and in her haste didn't see Leslie standing in front of her. Leslie took pity on Reyna, she invited the pipsqueak into her home promising that there was plenty to eat and that the tiny being would even have her own room! Reyna accepted her offer eagerly, forgetting about the man and his offer; the pills she had been taking in order to get food that would keep her alive.

Reyna lived with Leslie for two years, she was so happy and appreciated everything that Leslie and her family did for her. It was no wonder why she was so sorry the last day she ever saw the woman she considered her mother. Reyna had, had a fight with her because she was scared of the thunder and lightning and Leslie had told her she was being silly. It was only an hour later that the man from the island sent his goons to raid the castle and Reyna never saw Leslie again.

Years of torture followed; they cut Reyna's vocal cords so that no one would be able to hear her screaming. It took a while for her to break, but when it finally happened, Reyna was just an empty shell. It was a week later when the Pirate King raided the kingdom of Drek and found her. He took Reyna in and nursed her back to health, the two looked so similar that the Captain had taken to calling her little sister and when it was announced that he was the pirate King, he began calling her Princess. He knows what she thinks just by the looks she gives him and The Captain knows almost everything about her, except her past and her connection to the doctor on Drek.






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||Likes||
♔Donuts: Or anything sweet really, donuts are her favorite but she'll never say no to a slice of cake, pie, or sucking candies.

♔Shiny things: Anything that sparkles or shines will immediately capture her attention. Unfortunately they also serve as a lure and distraction when it comes to Reyna.

♔The ocean: She has loved it ever since she was a little girl, her whole life was surrounded by ocean. Then when the doctors gave her a sort of second "skin," so that she could breath underwater (they were looking for an adapt to survive kind of thing in case the island sunk), she grew even more attached to the water.

||Dislikes||
♔Bad smells: Most people hate bad smells, but Reyna especially hates the smell of floor cleaner, formaldehyde, and alcohol wipes.

♔Loud things/people: After being kept in a quiet space underground for so long, her ears are really sensitive to noises and loud things scare her.

♔Crowds: This dislike derives from when her parents were killed, there was a huge crowd at the funeral and a bunch of people surrounded her to tell her they were sorry. She never figured out what they were sorry for, because it wasn't their fault her parents had been murdered.

||Skills||
♔Hiding: She can squeeze into the tiniest of spaces.

♔Swimming: Because of her second layer of skin, which she refers to as her scales (although no one knows this because Reyna can't speak), Reyna does not have to come up for air when swimming and so she can stay under water for prolonged periods of time.

♔Eating: She can shove up two donuts in her mouth at once.

||Weaknesses||
♔Needles
♔Cages
♔The fact that she can't speak

||Other||
Reyna has to hydrate her skin every few hours or it'll dry out and begin to crack. Reyna's eyes are gold colored, it's a unique gene that was passed down to her from her ancestors. She also has the odd habit of drinking blood. She's not a vampire, but when she cuts or injures herself, she'll suck the blood up because the change in her DNA that the medicines and tests caused made her blood sweet (at least to her); and in case I haven't mentioned it before, Reyna also really likes donuts.

So begins...

The Stowaway's Story

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Nothing was better then morning on a boat, but of course, that was only Chris's opinion. The sky was a facade full of reds, pinks, and yellows, swirling across the open air in a beautiful motif of fiery beauty. The ocean was calm and the smell of salt was strong in the air today; Chris climbed down from the crows nest and checked his watch (he had stolen it off of a noblemen in Tsugitachi a while back), it was nearly 5:30 which meant that soon the crew would be bustling about, preparing for the day. There was at least another day or two until they reached the shores of the Pirate Island where they would be able to vacation and recuperate for a bit before setting out once more to collect treasure and terrorize islands.

Lately they had been going on a lot of raids and Chris thought that the crew deserved some time off in a place where no one would harass them. Besides, the island was practically empty this time of year aside from the workers that kept everything in order.

He walked across the deck, trying to be as quiet as he could for the crew below. The Captain's quarters were on the main floor, right under where the wheel was.

Chris opened the door to his room to find someone sleeping in his bed. She had been doing that a lot lately, leaving her bed to go sleep in his. That's when Chris noticed the grate to the vent on the floor was open and that there was blood trailing from the open hole to where she was hiding. With a sigh Chris pulled up the blanket to find her hugging her bleeding knees. "What did you do?" He asked, picking the little girl up to survey the damage. She had done quiet a number on herself and her skin was beginning to crack as well. "I guess I'll have to take you to Alister." The child went ridged in his hands, her face contorting into an expression that would have been amusing had she not been so scared. "Don't give me that look Little Sister, you're the one who banged yourself up."

He carried the squirming girl downstairs and knocked twice on the Medic's door before opening it. "Alister are you up?" There was blood slowly running down the child's legs. Thankfully none had dripped on the floor, otherwise Chris would have to have Edward clean it up. His watch began to beep and he placed the girl on the floor, "I have to go, I'll come back to get her soon." Chris promised and closed the door to Alister's room.

He had to go wake up Camelia to start on breakfast and then had to go discuss something with Robin and Cellia. Chris walked down the corridor until he reached the Cook's door and rapped hard on the wood, "Camelia, it's time to get up!"

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Reyna had been crawling through the metal air vents, watching people sleep. She had stopped over Ki-Yo because of a noise that had come from the Woman's room and in the process Reyna scraped her knees on a nail. It had been a quick scramble back up to the Captain's room, where she proceeded to hide under his blanket and lick off the blood that had gotten on her fingers (how it had gotten on her hands Reyna wasn't so sure).

A few minutes later the Captain had come in to find Reyna hiding in his bed under the large quilt that covered the mattress. She knew what he was going to say, that she needed to go see the medic to patch up her knees, but frankly Reyna hated Alister. Not because he was a bad guy, he wasn't at all, she just hated doctors in general.

As soon as Chris put her down on the floor below she darted under the desk in the corner in a shimmery blur, her skin continuing to flake as it dried up. If Reyna didn't wet it soon, it would feel as though she were drowning on dry land. Maybe Reyna could run away to Cellia's quarters and use the second in command's bathroom to re-hydrate? Does Cellia keep salt in her bathroom? Reyna wondered.

Reyna silently begged for Chris to come back, it's not like calling out to him would do her any good, she didn't have a voice, plus it would have most likely only angered Alister and alerted the others that there was a stowaway on board; which was not something Reyna wanted.

Reyna watched the Medic move with keen golden eyes, she had seen what he had done to some of his other patients and wasn't going to let him poke her with any needles or get too close with anything that wasn't a band aid.

The bleeding was getting significantly worse, she didn't care though, even though it was staining Reyna's favorite dress. The child looked around the small space for an escape route, but the metal duct in here was in the ceiling; the only way to get inside of the crawl space was on a really tall chair or a ladder. Who might be able to help her get out of here? Only three people on the ship knew of her existence; one was in the room and the other had left her here. Everyone else was most likely asleep due to the early hour.

Reyna herself had been asleep only thirty minutes before but had, had a nightmare about her past and couldn't find Chris so she had gotten through the vents to look for Cellia, but had stopped over Ki-Yo because of a noise (which had turned out to just be the sound of breathing).

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Ki-Yo, unlike most of the crew, is still slummering peacefully; grinning in her sleep with saliva slowly crawling, made its wicked way on her pillow, leaving another stain on her not-so-clean suspiciously grey-black bolster (which supposed to be white). Without any sense of a proper woman, she'd had a sleeping pose far from elegant, outstretched her arms and legs all over the place leaving her belly open and defenseless. Not to mention in what clothes she slept..., you don't want to know it. If people were to know in which kind of get up she was currently in, they'll most definitely wonder about how incompetent the seamstress of the pirate crew is, at least, in the preferences part which are obviously odd and out of place.

Deep asleep, hovering in her dream land, she did not notice the blonde stowaway, which existence she was unbeknownst about, welcomed herself into her snuggery, having an unfortunate accident and therefore left traces of her visit. Nothing was for her of any significance at the time she was dressed as a beautiful princess, being applauded and adored by any passing by creature, all as if coming from a picture book of a five years old. Her happiness she spread all over the kingdom while she jumped along with the magical rabbits, who gave her snacks in masses through a flower meadow where the scent makes her mind swoon and be in the seventh heaven. Truly, a wonderful dream she had, letting her grin to be even more satisfied, making the spectator certainly cringe disgusted and feel of it as simply creepy.

It was certainly an advantage that no one saw her that way, at least, they could then only imagine it; and truth to be told, everything's really close to the reality as that's one part in which she is fairly easy to read. So probably it won't make much difference to be spotted that way. Not like Ki-Yo wanted to be secretive or anything... No, definitely not.

Then suddenly, she began to frown. All of her bright existence began to crumble, and there born in a split of second the sour Ki-Yo, in which irritation is clearly seen. In her dream, rain suddenly began to fall, thunder were beating down the dark and angry sky and lightenings shown their might with an impact, so that every magical creature ceased to exist. All her happy and peaceful environment changed into a nightmare... letting her eyelids to open the view to her room. She reached the end of her dream.

Damn it.

She sighed, slightly grieved about her kingdom and stood up... only to being reminded that she should tidy up a bit with her falling down because of the mess on the floor. Quite the start of a morning, no kidding, she was wide-awake immediately. Not necessarily a good thing, to be honest. "C'mon you mess mess mess, hurry go less less less!" She sang out of tune, accompanied her action to clean some of the mess up as then she bumped on an 'irregularity' on the floorboards. A nail. But more importantly, right beside it, blood. "Iiiiik!", she squeaked, surprised and terrified altogether, not knowing whose blood it is. Or is it really blood? Tentatively, she groped her way to the crime scene, instinctively, out of pure curiosity then, reached out for the red liquid on the floor and really you won't believe it: She tasted it! Tasted it to make sure of its identity; and her premontion kept the truth.

At first, she frowned deeply, then she tilted her head. Afterwards she spaced out, trying to understand of what conclusion she just came and then stood up, putting on her favourite olive green jumpsuit with no specific expression, and reached for the door knob... where she eventually stormed out of her room, ran through the ship like a mad woman, quickly bended for then to arrive in front of the second-in-command's room. Thumping on that respective wooden door with an intensity of someone urged for the toilet while her face only displayed terror and true fright, she insisted for her attention. "Ce-Ceeeeeel...." Ki-Yo merely whined, seeking the woman's comfort.

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Many of the crew members were early risers. That seemed logical, due to the fact, of course, that they were on a ship and there was always a rush to get up early and start the daily routine. Routine was a necessary thing here. Of course, though he would have loved to be a morning person like almost everyone else, that was not possible for Alister. He was not sleeping, no, the Captain would have been quite unhappy with that. Rather, he was awake. Just...hardly, though. His vision was still quite blurred, and his whole body ached. His own mind seemed to be unhappy with the fact that he was rising at what seemed like such an early hour to him, and his head ached for something that would keep him up. He was desperate for any sort of caffeine or food.

Of course, just after grabbing his books chocked full of notes, and stepping towards the door, it was yanked open right in front of him. Alister couldn't even tell who was in front of him at the moment, and only by the sound of his voice could he tell. Before he could even question the man however, he was gone, off to go check on the others probably, and start the new day. The Medic raised his free hand, rubbing his eyes for a good few seconds before he stared in front of him at the small blonde haired girl, who was now cowering underneath his desk. He chuckled quietly to himself, not annoyed by her antics, but rather understanding. At first, he hadn't understood the girl, and definitely did not understand why the Captain seemed to take such a liking to her. Now, he was pretty used to her, and could anticipate most things.

He placed his book of research gently back down on the desk she was underneath, his chestnut eyes flickering towards the wounds on her knees. Immediately, he turned towards the table where he kept his patients on, crouching down to open up the drawers filled with medical supplies. As he began to pull out disinfectant, bandages, and some small cloths, he spoke quietly.

"What did you do now to get that, hm?" Alister was quite aware that she wouldn't be able to answer. His question was more of a teasing one, though he was actually a bit curious. He probably would never figure out though anyways, and grabbed the few things, hugging them close to his body in his the crook of his elbow. As he turned to her again, he focused more on her. There was definitely fear evident in her eyes, he could tell by the way her gaze moved around the room, the slight shaking of her body.

"Don't worry, no needles for you today." He spoke almost unenthusiastically, as if disappointed by this fact. "But perhaps some other crew member will get in a little predicament today. I need to test a few things." He tilted his head slightly towards the book filled with loose papers. He had a feeling that she probably did not care about what he was looking to do today, but he figured he'd at least try to lighten the mood a bit with some conversation.

He lowered himself down in front of her, but even crouched, he was still in a bit of an uncomfortable position to do anything. Alister plopped himself down on the floor with a quiet grunt, sitting cross-legged. Unscrewing the cap of the disinfectant, he pressed the small piece of fabric against the opening, tilting it upside down. He leaned forward, dabbing the wet cloth on her wounded knees, wiping away bits of the blood with each movement. His attention moved to her dress, which he noticed was also stained with blood.

"Better get that out with cold water before it dries. Trust me, I know how to rid of blood." He said quite confidently with a tiny smile, using the dry side of the cloth to wipe at the rest of the blood running down her legs. Then, taking the few bandages he had, peeled off the thin paper on the adhesive side and pressed them gently against her wounded knees. With a quiet sigh, he forced a smile, looking up into her golden eyes.

"Good, yeah? You can go now. I'm sure your friend will bring you some breakfast." 'Her friend' being, of course, the Captain. Alister raised himself to stand, unaware he was still partially under the desk, bashing his head against the top in the process. He let out a quiet curse at the sudden shock of pain that ran throughout his already aching head, then leaned backwards and properly stood up. What a great start to the day. He swiped up his book in irritation at the weak pulses of pain that now rang in his head, and stepped through the open door, waiting for The Stowaway to exit before shutting the door behind him.

He started for the top deck, book in arm, the usual military green scarf round his neck, and loose-fitting grey and brown clothing upon him. There were a few dark brown stains on his sleeves that had once been fresh blood, though he had been too late to wash them out, and now dried, reminding him and everyone who looked at him the sort of work he conducted.

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Character Portrait: Darren von Hapsburg Character Portrait: Camelia Porter Character Portrait: Edward Strand Character Portrait: Ki-Yo Character Portrait: Robin Sprocket Character Portrait: The Stowaway
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Chris was quite surprised that Camelia opened the door wearing nothing but a shirt. He didn't mind, it wasn't a bad view or anything, he just hadn't thought of her as the type to sleep in just a button down shirt. "I'm so sorry I didn't wake up earlier! I guess I uh... stayed up to late! I hope you can forgive me sir!" This wasn't as much of a shock because frankly, it wasn't Chris's business as to what his crew did after hours. After Chris turned in for the night, he assumed the other stayed up for a few more hours before going to bed as well; you know what they say when you assume.

"Oh sir! Shall I start breakfast? Do you have any requests for today?" Chris leaned against the wall, an easy smile slipping onto his lips. He hoped he didn't look pervy, "There isn't really anything specific I would prefer. Although I did like those rice omelettes you made the other week." Chris normally hated eggs, they made him extremely nauseous, but rice omelettes had done nothing other than satisfy his taste buds and belly. "Would you mind making some more donuts as well? A little bird on board told me she greatly enjoys your pastries." Chris loved a good pastry and if Camelia didn't want to make omelettes than donuts and coffee were the next best thing.

"I'll see you in the kitchen," next he had to check in with his second in command and then find Robin. He heard stirring coming from another room and figured Edward was just rising as well; good there was some cleaning on the top deck that needed to be done. He knocked on Cellia's door and heard voices coming from within. Not one for the privacy of others, Chris opened the door to see Ki-Yo and Cellia sitting on the bed. Did all the girls on this ship sleep in just shirts? How had he not found this out until now?

"Morning," he nodded to the two. "Sorry to interrupt," Chris stepped into the doorway, opening the door up a bit more. "Cellia do you think we could meet after breakfast today?" He asked, seeing as how she was busy with Ki-Yo who looked as though she had seen a ghost. Maybe she had? This ship was quite old after all.

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Reyna relaxed a bit when Alister said that there would be no needles for her today. It was a relief, the girl hated needles almost as much as she hated doctors. Reyna winced when he put the disinfectant on the wounds, the stuff coming from the bottle smelled bad and it stung and in Reyna's mind that meant it was bad.

She sat still long enough for the Medic to apply the bandages, then Reyna began squirming once more. Once he was done the child followed Alister to the door and ran as soon as it was opened. She had to be careful as she made her way back to Chris's room. Reyna had to be sure not to run into anyone or to let anyone see her and it was hard work hiding on a ship at the hour when everyone was just getting out of their rooms.

Reyna stood in front of the Captain's corridors on the main deck. For a second she unsure if she should enter. The answer was obvious, but this was Reyna's first time outside in a very long time and she didn't really want to go back to the isolation of the room. It was the flaking of her scales that reminded Reyna if she didn't go inside, she would probably dry out. So Reyna turned the gold knob and went inside the large space, walking towards the closet. Inside the part the room the Captain had deemed her's, Reyna poured a cup of salt into the tub of water that sat in front of the small bed behind a second door. The girl doused herself in the metal basin, breathing a sigh of relief as her skin absorbed the salt water. Her lungs no longer felt as though they were going to burst and her knees felt significantly better as well.

Who should I spy on next? Reyna wondered as she ran her wet fingers along her neck. Suddenly the girl remembered Alister's advice and pulled off the dress she was wearing, balling it up throwing it in a wet heap into the corner. Robin and Edward are always interesting to watch, Reyna thought. Of course, at this time of the morning Camelia would be making breakfast and the smells would no doubt lure her to the space above the stove top. Darren scarred Reyna, he reminded her a lot of someone she once knew, although she couldn't remember who it was. So no, she definitely wouldn't watch him.

Reyna had already risked watching Ki-Yo and that hadn't turned out so well. The girl stood up and stepped out of the basin, the left over water absorbing itself into her skin. Reyna went through the small pile of dresses that she owned and slipped into a pink one with white ruffles on the front and a black ribbon.

Next she slid into the vents to explore the ship and spy on a life Reyna knew would never be her's.

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"Perfect," Chris clapped his hands together and walked down the hall towards the kitchen, he could smell the food all the way down the hall and wondered what kind of vegetables would be in the omelettes today. Speaking of vegetables, Chris had to get a list from everyone of what they needed when they landed on Pirate's Cove. He was going to restock the ship while they all rested. Something suddenly occurred to him and Chris realized this was an urgent question he was going to need to ask Cellia, but he didn't want to bug her.

He would have to ask her later then... When Chris entered the kitchen he noticed that Edward had a handcuff on his wrist and was following Cellia out of the room. Immediately, Chris's head turned towards Robin and the Captain rolled his eyes. Normally Robin's jokes were funny, but Chris was beginning to feel bad for Edward who seemed to always be on the receiving end of one of Robin's pranks. Chris was glad that Robin had not attempted to prank him yet, but then again, no one was allowed into the Captain's Corridors without permission. That didn't stop a few crew members though, sometimes he would walk into his room to find one of them sitting on his bed.

Suddenly, the ship began to tilt and Chris cursed. He bolted from the kitchen and past Alister in the hallway, up the stairs and bursting through the door before he finally reached the wheel and turned it sharply the other way. The ship began to even out and Chris sighed in relief, with all the future technology that Tsugitachi produced, their stabilizers weren't all the good. They might have to raid the island again to see what new machines they came out with that could help the crew in their endeavors. Chris was beginning to go back down the kitchen when he tripped and caught his foot on the handrail and ended up tumbling down the stairs. God, Chris could be such a clutz sometimes. He stood up and stretched, cracking his back and moaning at his sore bottom. Chris looked at his palm to see a piece of wood stuck in it. He bit down on his lip and pulled the splinter out, trying not to yelp at the sudden pain. Thankfully, no one else was on deck, otherwise his image as their fearless Captain could have been tarnished.

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Reyna crawled through the vents, avoiding the nail that had cut her knees up. The child was halfway to the kitchen when something caught her attention, a puppy! She watched as it followed the orange haired boy who was trailing behind Edward. Her golden eyes followed the two curiously, but only for a minute before Reyna remembered her previous task of getting to the kitchen. Reyna crawled carefully until she was positioned over the vents that looked down over the stove, the girl took in a whiff of the delicious food and sighed in contentment, her tummy grumbling at the sight of the perfect omelettes.

Then Camelia took something out of the fridge; could it be? Was that doughnut dough? Suddenly Reyna found herself salivating and wiped her mouth on her forearm. The Captain had better bring her donuts and not just eat them all himself. Could she bite him if he did that? No, last time she bit him he punished her and made her sit in Cellia's room while the woman was working on something, that had been a very boring hour.

Maybe Cellia would bring her donuts? Reyna turned and began crawling the other way to find Cellia. She reached the girl's room, but found that there was no one inside of it. Great, now who was she supposed to ask? Chris didn't always remember to bring her breakfast and she had a feeling that with all the preparations for their vacation, Chris would forget about her. She wasn't about to ask Alister... Which left no one. Unless she broke Chris's rules and asked Ki-Yo or Camelia? Maybe she could convince them that she was a ghost that needed doughnut sacrifices? This obsession with fried dough probably wasn't good for her, but doughnuts were Reyna's salvation. It was one of the first things she ate when the Captain rescued her out of a basement in Drek.

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Her stomach growled, her knees trembled; she was rarely hungry but when the rumbles began, they did not stop until satisfied by something sweet. Reyna would be breaking the rules, Chris would be terribly mad, but what else was there to do? She positioned herself over the vents in the kitchen, the metal creaking under her weight as she shifted and knelt above the grate. Reyna kicked it, watching as it tumbled to the ground. She followed it a few seconds later and hit the wooden floor with a soft thump! Ignoring the stares of the crew members and walking right up to the fridge.

Reyna took out the milk and went to one of the place settings at the mahogany table, pouring herself a glass and sitting down, chugging the cold liquid and giving a silent sigh when finished.

The pink choker with the silver pendant that dangled around her neck marked Reyna as property of the ship, in case she ever got off and needed to find her way back; there were only a handful of ways to get such a necklace. Even though she was technically a stowaway, Reyna was also property of the King of the Pirates. Her thoughts straying from the milk, Reyna her head full of blond hair to look at the chef, Camelia, hoping that there was an omelette for her as well because her stomach was growling quite loudly now and the milk hadn't satisfied the hunger pangs.

What was she to do while she waited for food? Reyna glanced around the room, she couldn't exactly introduce herself as the child had no voice and she knew that even if she did say anything they probably wouldn't know how to respond; so Reyna did the only thing she could think of, she picked up the grate and held it out to Edward.

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Character Portrait: Darren von Hapsburg Character Portrait: Camelia Porter Character Portrait: Edward Strand Character Portrait: Ki-Yo Character Portrait: Robin Sprocket Character Portrait: The Stowaway
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Ki-Yo was again, pissed off, not really seem to calm herself down after watching the act of the Navigator. “You got me. I swapped your shampoo with hair dye, sorry. I'm joking! I wouldn't do that. Hehe... Heh. Anyway, how may little Robin be of service to you, ma'am?” Sus.. pi.. cous... Ki-You watched the little guy with a threatening glare, no, she was definitely not up for jokes. "The blood! In my room! It was your doing right?" She accused him, pointing her finger with sprouting confidence. A confidence without any evidence. Yet a delation anyone in the crew would think as possible.

Meanwhile, Darren entered the kitchen. Actually Ki-Yo didn't really know how to deal with this one. He makes it difficult for her to figure him out, or at least trying to communicate with him as fellow crew members. It's not only Ki-Yo who had difficulties to get through him though, which isn't such a big surprise as to how quiet and unapproachable he was. Frightening. Intimidating. Creepy. Ki-Yo thought at the first encounter that he was a professional killer. That's why her attention averted to him as he entered and took a seat, apparently waiting for the food to be served. Which shouldn't take long... for her stomache sake, too.

Then, there was that really awkward silence.

Of course, Ki-Yo didn't really realise that; she was again, in her own world where she tried to calm down and accomplish a smile as well as a greeting, as it would be weird not to show such gestures to fellow crew members, even if we're talking about Derren who wasn't likely to have bothered with such triviality. At least, Ki-Yo believed it to be that way. Suddenly, a strange sound interrupting the silence. Metal against metal, a crash upon the wooden flor as well as a sound of a falling subject, roughly kissed the ground. Someone... or something, is trying to get through... At the time Ki-Yo grabbed the knife on the table, that little girl popped out. Made her way to the kitchen without a care for anyone's opinion and took milk out of the fridge. Immidiately, she gulped the white liquid down as of great thirst.

"Eh- uhm. Eeeeeeh??! Who-- no-- WHAT is this child? Huh, Huuuh, how did she get on the ship?" Ki-Yo was so confused she took a seat, while her eyes still fixed on the blonde girl, watching her obviously taken aback. Blind passenger perhaps? A LOST KID? While she thought of various possibilities as of how and why she was aboard, her attention shifted to the necklace she wore. The pink choker with the silver pendant. No outsider could own.

When the girl glanced around the room, Ki-Yo's confusion changed to curiosity. "Hey cute girl, what's your name? Where did you come from? How did you get that necklace? How old are you?" She however, approached Edward and held out the grate. A bit irritated she got ignored and all the attention was meant for Edward, Ki-Yo decided to tease that big guy a bit. "Uhm... I guess it's her present to you, Edward? She finds you attractive perhaps? Love at first sight? Or, or wait, she thinks you can break that cuff with that right? Or or..." While she tried to figure out the reason of why (which she eventually did very eagerly and not for teasing purposes), she heard sounds other than usual. It wasn't the reassuring ocean waves, nor the exciting sound and smell of Camelia's cooking.

Ki-Yo ran outside. Her hair flew widely in the wind, but her sight only fixed on one thing ahead: "LAAAAND, HOOOOO!!!"