Skye Rose

[skye]

Name: Skye Rose

Age: 19

Occupation back home: Part time barmaid

Appearance:


Nationality: Australian

Residence: Adelaide

Skills: Dealing with conflict, weaving, hunting, basic medical skills

Weaknesses/bad habits: Too trusting

Frequent moods/expressions: Generally quiet, optimistic.

Reason for flight: Going to visit a friend in LA

Item from wreckage: Nothing.

This is for a 'tailie' character

[skye]

Skye stared across the murky, smoke filled bar. Sighing, only ten more minutes before she could go home. This hotel, technically was her home, her father ran it and she worked in the entertainment section for it as a barmaid, waitress and sometimes lifeguard.
Tonight she played the roll of a barmaid, serving dirty old men and golddigers drinks. Her life was a lie, she was polite to complete strangers who she desperately wanted to ban. The forever 'cheerful' australian beauty at The Rose hotel, working for her money making father and supermodel mother.
Critics said that it would be like the Titanic, sink before it got anywhere but the Rose family had proved them wrong and her father was currently opening another hotel in LA where she'd be joining him soon.
Skye changed her viewing to the main lobby, where people checked in. A tall man dressed head to toe in black took his key card and walked over to the elevator, nodding to Skye as the doors closed, looking at her over his dark sunglasses. She smiled in return, a custom. Now there was an older man checking in, a stick thin, dark haired woman on his arm. Another married man getting satisfaction from a prostitute. It wasn't an uncommon sight, whores were drawn to hotels, swarming at peak time to hope and earn some money off a lonely victim.
Occasionally, there would be a trash-and-dash. Some spoilt brat would throw a party and then trash their room before leaving without paying. Something her father would sort out, he'd get paid for the damage and the brat would get grounded for a few hundred years.
"Hey, can i get served here?" A voice barked from the other side of the bar, Skye snapped to attention and plastered on a friendly face.
"Yes, certainly sir, what shall it be?"
"I'll have a rum please."

[Hollywood Heidi]

hehe, a rum? Is it Cap'n Jack Sparrow? If so, where's this bar located?