Captain Alice Kirkland

"Ah hate this feckin' place...." Alice grumbled as she traveled through Paris. She glared bitterly at the stone street, ignoring the quizical looks she got as she advanced. Whoever made the nearest tavern this far into France was an idiot in her eyes, but something in Alice made her happy to be here once again.
          
          Maybe she'd see Francis again...plus she could pick up some flowers, make the ship look a little less like hell.
          
          She tripped on a loose stone and fell to the street, cursing and rubbing her elbow as she sat up, then glaring at the stone, "Feckin French streets, tryin ta kill me, ah hate this place...."
          
          ((Open RP if anyone wants to join.))

@_Pink_Officer_Arthur *she folds her arms and cocks an eyebrow* Excuse me? Who tha bloody hell are ye?

@AllAroundLadyCaptain 
          Officer Arthur:...is this a joke?

@TheSecretCrusade "Sa," She started, pulling her coat on before he saw the faint black outline of new marks under her shirt, "What ye lookin' fer?" Her ship was docked a little ways away from the others,  but they were all in good view.

@TheSecretCrusade  She smiled back, running and grabbing her bandana and coat, fixing her hair like a lady and parading off the ship with her head held high.

@TheSecretCrusade  "Rum? When don' ah have rum. Ship nd a crew ...? Yer on me new ship, nay crew, but ah don' have n'extra one...ah'll help ye steal one though!" Alice gave him a wide smile.

@TheSecretCrusade  "Where 'ave ye been?!" She held him by his cheeks, looking him over for injuries. Her eyes were tense and wild, but she didn't pull away from him, glad he was back.

@TheSecretCrusade  She uttered a high pitched squeak before throwing herself on him, "Arthur!!"

@TheSecretCrusade  About and hour had passed before Alice awoke with a start, nearly falling off of the yardarm but steadying herself. She hardly noticed Arthur, rubbing her eyes and looking dowm at the shattered bottle of rum, "Bloody hell...I liked that bottle..."

@TheSecretCrusade  Alice was snoring slightly, surprisingly deep in sleep. Her appearance hadn't changed much; Davy Jones's mark was still there, however, a long scar as visible , peeking from beneath her shirt.
          
          ((:D I missed you too, goodness!))