Elisia Corrino Bellefonte
Elley was not blind to the irony of her first task as a crew mate of the Cou de Sainte. Gather information and rumors from locals? If nothing else, the humour of it had given her a good first impression of the captain. This, Michael. Fortunately for her... this had been her first job. The Bellefonte house hadn't sent her and her siblings out as children to execute grand heists, or, collect debts. No. They had collected information at first, so she was confident. Although, it probably wasn't the way Captain Mike had expected her to go about it.
Bollio proved... more difficult to navigate than she would have guessed, but she did find a way to find her way into a bar. The hub of the most scummy information. Also, sort of a nightmare. The internal hustle and bustle of sound and conversation within the bar irritated Elisia, but she wasn't about to let that get in her way. Ignoring the ambient speak, she took another approach. Common thieves cant.
She stretched back on her stool, and kicked her feet up onto the surface of the bar. This rewarded her with an ugly glance from the man behind the bar, but the symbol she made with her left hand kept him silent. The girl with the scar on her lip and chin didn't make eye contact with the bar keep while she flashed him the signal of the Bellefonte house. Though not as infamous as the Corrino... it kept him from hastling her, and then she dropped the symbol down by the stool, and there it remained, but not for long. From across the bar, a man seemed to notice the symbol she'd made and found his way to his feet, nonchalantly, and made his way to the bar. The man was not of an unfamilar make to Elisia; the sides of his head were shaved down, the right side of his face sketched with scars, and the scowling grin he met her gaze with was par for the course but their eye contact was brief, and he signaled the bar keep for a shot. He took the glass with his right hand, and Elisia shifted her drink into her left.
To the untrained it would seem the man and woman were sitting in silence, occasionally taking a drink or glancing at the others glass. However, this was a conversation. He worked for another gang outside of the Corrino's, that operated out of Bollio; asked her why the Bellefonte were poking about their town. She lied, and told him she was looking for some Pirates that had gotten to brazen with ships they shouldn't be. She was here to learn who was around, and if more of her family would need to come to town.
The man stopped for a moment, and somehow the silence between them got stronger.
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You've never been in Bollio, have ye', Bellefonte girl?" The man inquired, out loud. Elisia didn't respond -- who'd have guessed. "
Let me give you the run down of how business is conducted her before you get yourself..." he paused and turned towards her bodily. Elisia's eyes followed him in response. "
--you don't operate like that in Bollio. You think some law enforcement will drop on ya? Nah! Freelancers told the one with the biggest resemblance of a head will get the most coin will come down like the might of a fallin', fuckin island!"
That made sense, but the man's sudden use of words made her uncomfortable. He wasn't afraid of being heard, and a lack of fear was dangerous. Finally she spoke, and the voice that escaped her lips was not what the man expected. It was a scratchy, low voice. It was a feminine voice, but it sound like a bear trying to sound cute. She couldn't let him think she was afraid of him though. She wouldn't make it back to the Cou.
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So, your minimalized to less noticeable moves. Quaint, but smart. Smuggling, traffic, black trading..."
Her move was to psych him out by ignoring him, physically. She looked down at the car in thought. Would Mike already know of this? Maybe. It would mean any pirates nearby wouldn't be going for the throat. If nothing else, it was new to her. And good enough, as well.
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It was a good drink... it will leave Father Hector a peace of mind--" her throat began to feel cut, and she resisted the urge to fruitlessly clear her throat, "
--you won't see anymore Bellefonte poking around Bollio." With that she turned, dismounted her stool, and headed towards the exit of the bar on a calm stride. Although, she was anything but calm. Blood was pulling in the head beneath her short brown hair, and she could feel adrenaline trying to make her hands shake. If he turned on her, she would shoot him. Quick and easy, and try and fade without notice and just get back to the Cou de Sainte.
It didn't come to that. He might have tried to stab her with his eyes, but he made no move against her as the girl moved outside.
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It was later than Elisia had thought it would be. The sun was lower, and with that her time was less. It was time to return, whether Mike knew about the underbelly going ons of Bollio or not. She reached to the hem of her fur-lined aviator jacket and pulled it closer to the bandages around her neck. Time to get back to safety.
When Elisia found her way back to the Cou de Sainte, it was a much deeper shade of sunset, and at a cursory glance, Elisia saw neither hide or tail of her crew and as she moved onto the ship, eyed the wheel. Her wheel. Well, Mike's, but for all intents and purposes; hers. A wide stride, quick turn, and she her hand were upon it, feeling it and becoming accustom to it. Her eyes moved forward and her scared lip pulled up into a high grin.
She looked very happy with her current position.