Ciel Rivage
Character
A quiet alarm went off, causing the young scoundrel to grumble as she stretched her arms above her head. It had been a good and calm night aboard the Pegasus. She still had to get used to how clean it was and how quiet everything seemed now that she was no longer with her gang on Nar Shaddaa. Ciel did feel a bit sad and empty - they had been her family for so long and despite her not liking the things they did, they had taken relatively good care of her. Bonds were hard to replace and these were all she had. Still, it was good to know that she wouldn't have to kill people at random anymore. And more than that, there was Jacques who she had grown very fond after having known him for only a day. She wondered what it was that made it feel so special when she was together with him - all she knew was that she'd like to meet with him now again.
The alarm was growing more obnoxious by the second. Finally deciding to get up, she rose up and shut it off. Ciel remembered how she had fallen asleep almost immediately after she had put all his tech things against the wall like he had instructed. After doing a few light exercises only relying on utilising her own body weight, she decided to see if Jacques was up. The girl moved surprisingly quietly for someone her size - in large part thanks to her being barefooted and the floor being so free of, well, anything. He really did make a point out of cleaning thoroughly. Moving through the ship, she looked for him throughout. It was a little disappointing that he didn't seem to be up yet but she decided to make the best out of the situation. Moving to the kitchen, she started raiding the fridge and freezer, scavenging whatever supplies she could find. Ignoring the military supplies he seemed to live on, it seems like he only had a little more than half the food two people would consume during the span of four days which was how long she expected them to be out. Without thinking too much about it, the girl was, however, using her own standards when she thought about it, not even considering the fact that some people ate far less than she did. Shrugging, she made prepared to just make a little more than she normally consumed for herself and started cooking.
Thinking that she was all on her own, the young woman started humming on a song she had stuck on her mind. The humming soon turned into outright song as she handled the pans in the rhythm of the music she imagined. It was fortunate that the food she was preparing was simple enough for her to do it as something more complicated might have been ruined by it. Seeing as he had already admitted that he hardly ever used the kitchen himself, Ciel started rearranging where stuff laid as she went, making it feel a bit more like home. Naturally, she wouldn't be able to achieve the same tidiness as he had, but hopefully he wouldn't mind.
Jacques Filamino
The alarm was growing more obnoxious by the second. Finally deciding to get up, she rose up and shut it off. Ciel remembered how she had fallen asleep almost immediately after she had put all his tech things against the wall like he had instructed. After doing a few light exercises only relying on utilising her own body weight, she decided to see if Jacques was up. The girl moved surprisingly quietly for someone her size - in large part thanks to her being barefooted and the floor being so free of, well, anything. He really did make a point out of cleaning thoroughly. Moving through the ship, she looked for him throughout. It was a little disappointing that he didn't seem to be up yet but she decided to make the best out of the situation. Moving to the kitchen, she started raiding the fridge and freezer, scavenging whatever supplies she could find. Ignoring the military supplies he seemed to live on, it seems like he only had a little more than half the food two people would consume during the span of four days which was how long she expected them to be out. Without thinking too much about it, the girl was, however, using her own standards when she thought about it, not even considering the fact that some people ate far less than she did. Shrugging, she made prepared to just make a little more than she normally consumed for herself and started cooking.
Thinking that she was all on her own, the young woman started humming on a song she had stuck on her mind. The humming soon turned into outright song as she handled the pans in the rhythm of the music she imagined. It was fortunate that the food she was preparing was simple enough for her to do it as something more complicated might have been ruined by it. Seeing as he had already admitted that he hardly ever used the kitchen himself, Ciel started rearranging where stuff laid as she went, making it feel a bit more like home. Naturally, she wouldn't be able to achieve the same tidiness as he had, but hopefully he wouldn't mind.
Jacques Filamino