[When the pirates talk about women being bad luck, they might actually be speaking of women like Winnie. Winnie flits back and forth all around the deck and below, chatting up anyone who will listen.
She seems very excited about this all, talking at length about the books she's read and the stories she's heard and how exciting an adventure this is bound to be. She really seems taken with the pirate idea, even dressing up in--gasp! pants! And the blouses and a big ol' hat, a bonafide pirate queen. She is delighted.
She can often be found telling stories or reciting poems to cast and crew alike, her knowledge of new ones seemingly endless. She has no problems pointing out to someone and asking out aloud:] Hello, dear! Yes, you there, come here! What would you like? A poem, or a story? What kind? Go on, give me a theme, I know so many fairy tales and poems and riddles, let me share one with you!
[look at her eager lil face, how can you say no??]
B. Look Out Below!
[Winnie's gleefully climbed one of the masts to sit and sew a sail, whistling cheerfully or singing a tune as she does so. She seems to be having fun!
At least until she finishes and goes to try and get down, slipping from the mast. She doesn't even scream, only given a semi-startled 'oh!' of surprise. The ropes, luckily, seem to catch her up, leaving her all caught up in them and suddenly very glad she'd gone for wearing pants for right now.
She also doesn't appear very scared or concerned, simply waving a free hand at anyone below]
Hello! Excuse me, would you be a dear and help me down? I think I'm a little stuck.
C. THAT SON OF A BISCUIT EATER
[oh, a fight, is it? Winnie tries to stay in the background and out of the way, not particularly interested in all this hubbub going on.
That doesn't mean she's an easy target though. It doesn't take long for her to shoot an enemy trying to advance upon her... actually she doesn't even blink
The pirate drops and Winnie's face is almost scarily blank as she watches him collapse on the floor.
She blinks slowly, head titling as she observes the life leaving him like some cold-blooded scientist squishing a bug. Or a snake strangling the life from its prey. The only emotion that shows after a moment appears after a shudder as she steps back, brow furrowing and a pout settling on her lips as the blood pools and touches the tip of her boot]
Oh, these boots are practically brand new! How rude to get blood on them! These pirates truly have no manners!
[Winnie seems far more distressed over that fact than anything else here, balancing on one legs and wiping her boot on a relatively clean part of the man's clothes to try and get the blood off before it can dry]
Winnifred Prismall | Original | Old Timer
[When the pirates talk about women being bad luck, they might actually be speaking of women like Winnie. Winnie flits back and forth all around the deck and below, chatting up anyone who will listen.
She seems very excited about this all, talking at length about the books she's read and the stories she's heard and how exciting an adventure this is bound to be. She really seems taken with the pirate idea, even dressing up in--gasp! pants! And the blouses and a big ol' hat, a bonafide pirate queen. She is delighted.
She can often be found telling stories or reciting poems to cast and crew alike, her knowledge of new ones seemingly endless. She has no problems pointing out to someone and asking out aloud:] Hello, dear! Yes, you there, come here! What would you like? A poem, or a story? What kind? Go on, give me a theme, I know so many fairy tales and poems and riddles, let me share one with you!
[look at her eager lil face, how can you say no??]
B. Look Out Below!
[Winnie's gleefully climbed one of the masts to sit and sew a sail, whistling cheerfully or singing a tune as she does so. She seems to be having fun!
At least until she finishes and goes to try and get down, slipping from the mast. She doesn't even scream, only given a semi-startled 'oh!' of surprise. The ropes, luckily, seem to catch her up, leaving her all caught up in them and suddenly very glad she'd gone for wearing pants for right now.
She also doesn't appear very scared or concerned, simply waving a free hand at anyone below]
Hello! Excuse me, would you be a dear and help me down? I think I'm a little stuck.
C. THAT SON OF A BISCUIT EATER
[oh, a fight, is it? Winnie tries to stay in the background and out of the way, not particularly interested in all this hubbub going on.
That doesn't mean she's an easy target though. It doesn't take long for her to shoot an enemy trying to advance upon her... actually she doesn't even blink
The pirate drops and Winnie's face is almost scarily blank as she watches him collapse on the floor.
She blinks slowly, head titling as she observes the life leaving him like some cold-blooded scientist squishing a bug. Or a snake strangling the life from its prey. The only emotion that shows after a moment appears after a shudder as she steps back, brow furrowing and a pout settling on her lips as the blood pools and touches the tip of her boot]
Oh, these boots are practically brand new! How rude to get blood on them! These pirates truly have no manners!
[Winnie seems far more distressed over that fact than anything else here, balancing on one legs and wiping her boot on a relatively clean part of the man's clothes to try and get the blood off before it can dry]