<div class="floatleft">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/vampire_by_leejun35.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Du'an (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385021#msg6385021)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Galley<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Edgar, anyone <br/>else in the galley<br/><br/></div><br/>Looking somewhat annoyed, Du'an strode onto the ship, his heels clicking loudly on the timbers as he made his way below deck. He had a bound and unconscious whore draped over his shoulder, carrying 'her' somewhat easily, or at least doing well at not showing how fatigued carrying his burden was making him. Any of the nameless peons working who spoke to him were met with a growled "I'm busy", and he quickly took the strumpet down to the brig.<br/><br/>Letting out a breath of relief as he had finally arrived at where he intended to be, he somewhat carelessly dropped Edgar upon the glorified plank that served as the bed within the brig, immediately dusting off his clothes and turning to lock him in there. He really<em>should</em>check that the man didn't have anything on him for picking the lock, but he was annoyed and tired, and Edgar was unconscious. It could wait a few minutes.<br/><br/>"You stay there and think about what you've done, young lady," he said dryly, though he wasn't sure Edgar was even coherent enough to have caught it, turning on his heels to leave.<br/><br/>Still with an air of aloofness, Du'an came back up to the middle deck, immediately making his way to the galley. He didn't care what the others were doing, he just growled 'get out of my way' as he pushed past them like he owned the place. He didn't even recognize any of them, what the hell were they doing here? He didn't really care right now.<br/><br/>He made his way towards the booze stockpile, snatching a bottle of rum from it.  He plucked the cork from it and took a quick swig, eyeing the people in the galley with a bit more attention now. He was quiet for a moment, taking another, longer swig.<br/><br/>"...who are you people," he eventually asked in a rather unamused tone as he lowered the bottle, eying them dubiously.