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Setting: Cruise Ship
Theme: Romance...Mermaid/Sailor

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Name: Kii? OR Kiki ((or whatever she gets called/named. yes, this will make sense later))
Age: 19
Looks:


Green-blue eyes, red hair. fair, but slightly tanned skin.

Name: Kiwi Laurent Julien

Picture:
Around six feet tall. Blonde hair. Green-ish eyes. Wears a lot of vintage clothing.

Age: Nineteen

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The S.S. Braccae was a top-of-the-line cruise ship--one of the best in the world, and at its prime. Today was its maiden voyage.

Kiwi wasn't all that nervous. He'd already heard all the whiny Titanic-style worry flowing from his mother and sister before he'd boarded. He used to get seasick. Used to, that is. He was perfectly fine, now...

He was quite excited, actually. The ship was about twenty miles away from the port, roughly, by now, and he was taking a break out by the stern. He was a busboy for the night--just great. There weren't a lot of employees, so everyone had to multitask.

The sight of the waves calmed him down, and the sweet sea breeze blew his hair, slightly in disarray, around. He...didn't cope all that well with stress, and the demanding attitudes of the rich, snooty passengers were sort of wearing him out. Not to mention irritating him a bit...

He closed his eyes and simply relaxed.

All was normal and calm out on the vast expanse of water. The sea was calm, perfect weather for fishing, swimming, and sailing. As seagulls screetched in triumph at catching their fishy meals, the more snooty of the aristocrats grumbled about the noise; as if the poor staff could do anything about nature.

As the engines of the large ship churned and rumbled in the peaceful water, the creatures swam or scuttled off in search of a more hospitable, less threatening area. One such creature swam towards the commotion, curiousity in her eyes.

Red hair flowed behind the young woman as she swam with ease towards the waters surface. A shiny, almost irridescent tail of violet and even slightly seafoam green pumped in the water to propel the mermaid. Once at the surface of the water, the girl smiled. The strange beings above water intrigued and facinated her, and her hobby was watching the magestic ships carry them by.

Peeking her head slowly out, the siren looked around to make sure no one spotted her, relieved that there seemed to be few, if any people by the stern. She failed to notice the lone busboy.

At the moment, Kiwi was the only one leaning precariously over the railing. Some of the more grumpy passengers were staring at him like he was a small, misbehaving toddler for doing so.

Not that he really cared. As long as they didn't cross any boundaries with him, everything would be fine. Kiwi opened his eyes, watching seagulls dip down into a nearby school of fish, hungering for a lovely seafood dinner. Kiwi loved nature, something his older male cousins would often taunt him about, calling him a 'fairy' and a 'tree-hugger.'

As he scanned the vast expanse of ocean before him, he leaned more over the edge of the railing, testing its sturdiness. He wouldn't fall off, of course--he was being careful. He just wanted a better look at the sea and the side of the boat...

Swimming along side the stern, the innoccent looking female reached out a hand to touch the strong, sturdy metal of the ship. Swimming away with a pleased squeek, she danced away as if the ship would try and poke her back. When it didn't, the smiling mermaid approached the massive ship once more as it slowed down a bit, preparing to drop anchor for the night.

The dinner bell began to chime, signaling the guests that the buffet had been changed to dinner items for the night. As many of the guests made their way to the dining hall, a pair of twins noticed the lone figure on the stern. "Hey boy, wanna make some extra money?" asked one of them, a sneaky look in her eyes.

In the cool water below, the mermaid looked up, seeing a slight shadow of the two girls. "Kii?" came a quiet, soft alto voice as the teal eyes gazed up at the humans, curious about them and wishing she could understand their words.

Kiwi straightened himself up at once when he heard the sound of her voice. He kept...a somewhat neutral expression on his face.

He had always been a ladies' man. Always! He was a fine gentleman in the eyes of most women. But, he wasn't a doormat, and he certainly wasn't an idiot. And he was quite prepared to turn them down if their request was ridiculous.

"Good evening, ladies," he greeted politely, charmingly. "That depends. What do I have to do?"

"We want to have our own private area to sunbathe in, and we want someone, namely you, to fan us and keep our bodies from being scorched." the girl continued, her twin bending a bit as she leaned on the railing, trying to shift so he could see down her blouse.

The siren had meanwhile swam along the side of the boat, splashing back in surprise as a ciggarette was tossed into the water by the first of the twins. "So, do you think you can handle that?"

Kiwi's distaste didn't reach his expression, or even his voice. His smile stayed in place.

"Unfortunately, for the remainder of the trip I'm only allowed to work in the kitchen and dining room area, and I am overworked as it is," he informed them politely, sounding like he deeply regretted that fact. "However, your request can probably be arranged."

He motioned towards a service desk near the back of the dining hall. "Private sunbathing areas and all their perks are dealt with at the service desk," he clarified contently. "I am sure they will be able to set you up with your own private area and a few..." he chuckled knowingly, "...handsome employees...to fan you. It may come with a tiny pricetag--double digits only--but that will be the only possible fee."

What he said was mostly true. He was working in the kitchen for almost the entire trip, though he would also be cleaning around the entire ship for some days. He also flat-out did not want to humor these girls by himself.

"Oh, well, surely you can find some time to join us in sunbathing?" the girl asked, trying to pout cutely. She hated not having things her way. With an annoyed snort, the second sister tossed a ciggwrette overboard into the ocean.
"Man, I wish I had a hottie to talk to." she complained, trying to meet the young man's eyes in a desperate attempt to flirt.

Below, a pained yelp could be heard as the still burning cancer stick made contact with the mermaids skin.

Turning around, the first girl looked up into the sky in annoyance. "what is with the damn seagulls, they should be dealt with." she huffed. "So, wanna smoke?" asked the sister, holding out a pack to the busboy.

Kiwi had noticed that the yelping sound had come from below and not above, and he glanced over the side of the ship briefly before returning his attention to his companions.

"No, thank you," he murmured in response to the offered cigarettes. "I never took to them..." He contemplated the first twin's words idly. It sounded like these two were very persistent. He didn't have a problem entertaining girls at all--he was quite well known for it back home--but he did have a problem with them walking all over him.

"I suppose I could find some time in my schedule..." he mused after a moment. "How does ten tomorrow morning sound? I am not sure how long I can stay, but I do have an opening for roughly ten to twelve..."

Despite his agreement, he would keep a vigilant eye out...he wasn't a doormat, after all. This was a very strict policy of his...

"Good, we will be expecting you then." the first teen said with a slight smile of triumph. With this, the two teenage aristocrats went to arrange thief private sunbathing area, eager to enjoy themselves.

It was mere minutes later that another assistant staff member came out with a fishing line and supplies. Seeing his coworker, the young man smiled. "Hey Kiwi, talking to girls again are you? Anyways, wanna help me catch some more dinner?" the man inquired, pulling out another fishing reel as after setting his own up.

Unaware of the dangers, the creature in the water rubbed the ciggerrete burn tenderly before resuming her curious inspections. Seeing a hook lowering itself, she tilted her head in confusion and facination. "Kii?"

Kiwi rubbed the back of his head sheepishly and took the rod. "Ah...yes. They seem to be quite forward with me for some reason...I don't mind entertaining them, of course, as long as they behave themselves and respect boundaries."

He idly cast his line out over the side of the boat. He then recalled something. "You know, I heard an odd noise earlier," he noted pointedly. "It sounded like a yelp. I hope someone's pet didn't fall overboard or something...Braccae doesn't need her reputation ruined so quickly--it's her first voyage."

The man shrugged, chewing some gum as he waited for something to bite. "I wouldn't worry about it. No one has been calling for a lost pet. Besides, these rich folk tend to keep their pedigree dressed up pooches closer than purses." he said with a grin, trying to reassure him. "Hey, Got a bite!" he exclaimed gleefully, starting to pull the reel.

Down below in the sea, the female watched in facination as the hook lowered itself, doing nothing but coming back out with a rather good sized cod. Licking her lips, the mermaid reached for the treat, biting into the squirming fish. However, her hand came too close, resulting in a cry of pain as the metal bit into her palm.

"The hell? What kind of fish is on my line?" the puzzled male searched for the post to secure his line while he checked it out.

Kiwi was quicker. He peered over the railing, looked down, and stared for just a split second before turning to his co-worker.

"Looks like some kind of plastic debris," he lied pointedly. "You might wanna take my line and fish off the other side of the boat. I'll lower one of the lifeboats down and get it untangled."

Despite just seeing a...whatever it was...human-like creature down in the water, he had kept his composure. He was proud of himself for doing so.

"You sure? Well, thanks, I guess I'll do that, give me a holler if you need me." he said, raising a brow and forgetting momentarily that plastic couldn't cry, and niether could fish. Grabbing the still unused line and bait, he made his way to the oppossite side of the boat.

Eyes wide and frightened, the mermaid tried to jerk at the hook in panic, whimpering as it dug deeper into her skin. Trying to bite at it, she recoiled immediately as pain stung her now cut lip. "Kiiiii!" she squeeled in discomfort, blood dripping down her wrist.

Kiwi peered over again to see that the creature was in obvious distress. So, he hustled along, down to the front of the boat to where the lifeboats were.

He wasn't quite sure how to lower them, so he decided to wing it. He carefully climbed into the nearest one and fumbled with the pulley for a moment before lowering himself down into the water, rather awkwardly. He found the oars for the lifeboat in the bottom of it and slowly made his way over to the strange creature.

"Um..." He wasn't sure if this creature--it looked female--could speak his language, so he settled for gently grabbing her wrist so he could keep her hand still and prevent her from injuring herself further. His eyes were gentle, if not still a bit bewildered by this discovery, and he looked like he meant no harm.

Becoming startled at the sudden touch, she turned to bite whatever predator was grabbing her. snapping at the offending hand, she luckily missed, then pulled back as she realized, one of the strange beings above the sea was touching her! With a nervous squeek, she pulled a bit, but the man's grip was too strong. Tears welled in her teal eyes as pain and confusion washed over her. "Kiiiiiiii......." came a soft whimper. Blinking and shifting uncomfortably, the female creature studied her captor, scared, but utterly facinated by the sight of a human. She never thought she'd see one up close and personal.

Kiwi carefully tilted her hand up for her so she could see how it was embedded on the hook. He carefully brought his other hand over and, with a quick but decisive pull, he freed her hand from the hook.

He was a bit startled by the blood that spurted out of her hand, and he jumped a bit, slightly panicking. He didn't like the sight of blood all that much. He held up a finger to her and then turned to dig in the lifeboat, knowing there was a little first-aid kit in there somewhere with waterproof gauze...

"Kiiii!!!" she cried out softly, holding her hand close as it bled. Watching the man with curiousity, she didn't swim away like most creatures would. She was a little nervous, but her intrest in the strange beings on the ships were too cool for her to pass up this opportunity. Seeing the two bottom limbs, the female brightened instantly despite her wounds. "Kii!"

Touching the bottom of the limb, she pulled back, cautious of any possible reaction. Seinsing no retaliation, she reached out with her uninjured hand and poked at the appendage. Patting it lightly, she leaned forward for a better look at the limb, chirping excitedly.

Kiwi jumped a bit at the unexpected touch at his legs, but not enough to scare her. He finally unearthed the first-aid kit and popped it open, digging around.

Once he located the gauze, he knelt down in the boat a bit and held out his hand, asking to see her injury with his body language.

Blinking at the hand, the female held out the two of her own, tilting her head in confusion. Peering at the young man's face, she desperately wished to be able to speak in his tongue. "kiii....iiii?" she tried to speak to him, but of course made things no clearer.

Fins drooping a bit, she squeeked in dissapointment at not being able to come up with the sounds they used.
Looking at the shoes, she once more perked up and chirped in excitement at the items on the end of those limbs. Reaching for the shoe with her unwounded hand, the female poked, prodded, and tugged in curiousity and playfulness.

Kiwi gingerly took ahold of her injured hand and straightened it out, examining it slowly. It didn't look too bad...just a puncture wound that would heal soon.

He proceeded to wrap and bind the gauze around her palm and the back of her hand, somewhat tightly so it wouldn't fall off. It had a bit of medication in it from the get-go, so it should help her hand.

Kiwi tied the ends of the gauze into a bow on the back of her hand, pleased with his handiwork. He was never really good at first aid, so it was nice to see his effort had paid off. He released her hand and watched her for a moment, not seeming afraid or anything. In fact, he looked more amused and fascinated than anything else.