Wind Beneath My Wings }{ [Open/Nico Recruitment]

[Kyla Monroe]

[November 7th, 2522]

It'd been a slow couple of months for Kyla, it was only her and Martine right now. The Nico was feeling a bit empty, some of the crew had come down with the unexplained illness that was sweeping the 'verse. Others had simply moved on. The young medic wouldn't let that get her down though, she'd gotten through all of her books and felt confident in her skills now. They had decided that Persephone would be the best place to get some new folk, so here they were.

This was Kyla's fourth day bouncing around just outside of the Nico's cargo bay looking to rustle up some crew. There had been little luck so far, a few people seemed interested enough but hadn't come back yet. That's not counting the few men that Martine had to run off because they wouldn't leave the poor blonde alone. Kyla wasn't the type to be rude to the men, so she had tried to be friendly and hint to them that she wasn't interested. They apparently weren't so smart because they didn't get it, so the Captain had to chime in.

Kyla had her hair put into loose pigtails today, happily showing off the small star tattoos that shaped her temples. She was used to the odd looks she received about them, it didn't stop her cheery demenore at all. Also she was wearing a new dress today, one she had gotten recently. If she didn't keep her shopping under control she was going to end up with way too much clothing to fit in her room. Not to mention she'd be clean out of money.

So here she was, being cheery and chatty to anyone who looked as though they were shopping for a ship. Either to join a crew or hitch a ride, a paid ride mind you. Kyla had volunteered for this; her job seemed easy enough, be adorable and attract some fresh crew so they could get back into the air.


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Outfit: www.polyvore.com/kyla/set?id=39540763

Face Tattoo Reference: s440.photobucket.com/albums/qq127/Wisperness/The%20Verse/?action=view¤t=EyeStars.jpg

[kielnastra]

Kiel had been aimlessly wandering the Docks for hours now. His pace being slow and tedious. His constant expression of either calm or disgust ever present on his face. His blue eyes scanned across the ships in his vision, squinting as the dust from the floor kicked up into his eyes, staining the long black trench coat he wore along with his black jeans and boots. Using his free left hand, he rubbed the dust from beneath his eyes, letting out a soft grumble of annoyance 'Why so dusty?' he thought as he did so.

He shook his head once, returning his gaze to the ships before him. Once in a while he would take on a look of disgust, even though he was not very good at knowing about the ship itself, it would be the crew that he would look at, the constant stream of thoughts running through his mind 'Backstabbers.. muggers... theives...' his eyes laid upon a large crew lazing about, once again he shook his head, not just to clear the dust but at his disappointment.

Finally his eyes came to rest on the bouncing Kyla, eying her closely with the simple thought of 'Bouncing woman?' His eyes drifted between Kyla and the Nico, his mind being a sponge and taking every detail of the ship.

The wind caused his coat to flap as he stood as still as a hawk, once in a while he blinked as his eyes scanned across the hull, to the engines then down to the open cargo bay then finally down to Kyla for the final time. With a soft breath he stepped forward, toward Kyla, his emotion not even seeming to be phased at all. Finally he stood before Kyla. Gradually he blinked once, the scar over his right eye becoming whole for one moment before he spoke.
"You trying to drum up some crew, or is that daily exercise on this planet?" his voice was very mono-tonal, even as he tried to crack a very horrible joke.

[Kyla Monroe]

Kyla was having a hard time sitting still today, she only paused to ponder a moment. Was her cheerfulness the reason they hadn't gotten anyone fully interested in the Nico. She looked at the ship and pursed her lips, no, seeing someone happy might be a bit unusual but not directly a deterrent. So she went back to the constant flowing crowd of people.

The young blonde didn't notice at first that a man had approached, but his words caught her attention and she nearly bumped into him. Standing at a mere 5'6 she looked up at him, her cheeks turning a bit red from her near collision. Her smile still swept across her lips though, wide and friendly. Some might call it naive too, which was part truth. She was still jaded and unknowing about the dangers that the 'verse held, especially for someone like her. "Sorry abou' tha." Kyla gave off a small giggle, she was well aware of how silly she must seem to people.

"A lil of both I spose, can't seem ta keep mahself still today. We are indeed lookin' fer some crew,' Kyla moved to the side a bit with her words, waving her arm towards the ship as if showing it off, 'This is tha Nico...err tha Nicodemus." She corrected herself, it was a habit to call the ship just 'Nico' but folk should probably know the entire name. Her eyes stayed gazing at the ship for a moment before moving back to the man before her. The same smile still spread across her face as she held out her hand to him. "Kyla Monroe, I'm tha resident medic and cook. Nice to meet ya.."

[kielnastra]

Kiel's eyes had been averted to the ship whilst Kyla spoke, they only returned to her when she offered her hand to him. There was a moments hesitation in his eyes before he took it, shaking her hand once before retreating "Kiel... just Kiel,"

His eyes looked to the ship again, mumbling lowly "Nicodemus?" his eyes seemed to have a spark of thought before he looked down to the small Kyla. Slowly he spoke "Think you will be able to take a gunner aboard?" His brow furrowed lightly, he didn't like calling himself a gunner, he much preferred person in the shooting trade
whilst the other side of him said "You're a ranch worker.. not a gunner!'

He shuffled lightly, the wind blowing dust up into his coat, continuing to stain it. His pistol was revealed to Kyla for a moment, the black handle being obvious along with the Red Dragon Emblem in on the right side. Its pouch being made out of darkened leather. He shuffled his hefty pack once before his cold blue eyes settled on Kyla again, the stare that could unnerve any Alliance Officer.