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Post by Conrad Tahanga on Mar 27, 2013 4:56:00 GMT -8
the port stank to high heaven of rotting fish guts and the fresh leftovers of a morning catch, though in an unusual sense, Conrads stomach settled at the smell, reminding him of the small fishing village where he had been raised. The home he had left and returned to on occasion until at last he ventured across the globe for reasons unknown.
He was dressed simply in his issued cargo pants and black singlet, olive green duffle bag slung over his shoulder. the damn thing could never look full no matter how long Conrad was away from home. as the ships crew ran about madly tieing the ship alongside the docks, Conrad took a leap out from the boat, landing on the port and casually striding off through the crowds of merchants and fishermen towards the inland. |
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Post by Victoria on Mar 27, 2013 6:50:58 GMT -8
The gleaming white Maserati that pulled up at the docks stood out among the aged boats and docks around it. She stepped out of the car elegantly and speedily after checking her hair and make up in her mirror. She was dressed rather conservatively for her tastes in a simple and short black Miu Miu dress with a red satin Miu Miu jacket that was paired perfectly with the dress and the red black Ralph Lauren heels she was in.
Stepping onto the wet ground that had been moistened by sea spray, she walked confidently towards the boat that had just pulled in. This was not her usual scene and she wanted to get this over and done with as quickly as possible, although you could not tell from her outward expression how uncomfortable she was. On the way down she noticed a fine specimen of a man walking towards her.
As they were about to pass she stopped and asked for some unneeded assistance. " Excuse me, so you perhaps know who I could talk to about getting some large quantities of varies fish? " it was an odd request for her but she was having a party and was an utter control freak when it came to things such as this. She understood how everything would reflect on her from decor to the food and it was imperative that everything was as perfect as she was.
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Post by Conrad Tahanga on Mar 27, 2013 7:43:52 GMT -8
If ever there could have been an odd sight it was a brand heeled woman strutting down the portside docks as though she was still on a catwalk, and there was no damn negative thought at all entering conrads mind if any to begin with as he watched her amid the crowd of gut stained workers clothed in grey overalls and sleeve length gloves.
The eye contact held his attention before he left it to travel over every inch of her form, already liking what the northern hemisphere had to offer.
"varieties of fish" he repeated a moment after she spoke initially, only comprehending once he'd finished his rather thorough inspection. He'd lost alot of his tack since being on his own again and the lack of almost always landed him in a troublesome reputation.
"Err...look i just got here but im pretty sure if you look at the entire strip you'll get almost anything you need here" he replied with some cheek, sliding his free hand to rest on the edge of his pant pocket
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Post by Victoria on Mar 27, 2013 8:28:02 GMT -8
She raised and eyebrow and smirked as she removed her sunglasses. " In that case let me introduce myself. Victoria Murcia. " she stated with a sweet tone as if butter wouldn't melt. " I am afraid I don't really know my way around here either. You wouldn't know anything about fish would you? I am having a party and I am looking for some local produce to serve as a meze. You know the usual squid, shrimp, whitebait and what not. Some caviar if it can be found. You wouldn't mind helping would you? I can guarantee an invite if you would be so kind. "
Normally only the who's who of people would come to Victoria's parties but she was growing bored of the same old crowd and men throwing themselves at her and needed some fresh meat.
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