赤scene; dock | rebecca

[CLINT EASTWOOD]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #643838; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 24px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 24px; margin-left: -4px;]MY BOY BUILDS COFFINS FOR THE RICH AND THE POOR. [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝KINGS AND QUEENS HAVE ALL KNOCKED ON HIS DOOR. BEGGARS AND LIARS, GYPSIES AND THIEVES. THEY ALL GO TO HIM BECAUSE HE'S SO EAGER TO PLEASE. ❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #643838 8px solid;] █ He sat on tip of the blooming rose, just staring at the frigid waters of Micqueot. It has been some time, since he had seen it once again, but the sight was not exactly reminiscent of fond memories. But of misery, subsistence and scraping for survival in blizzards, covered in nothing but trash bags, rags and rubbish dumps, with nothing but rats for companions. In retrospect, he looked at himself now, he had gone a long way, but the bitter taste of cold air in the wind reminded him all too much of this stupid town, who gave him nothing and took everything. Pirates are seldom welcome sights in many times, but in Micqueot, pirates inhabit the majority of the land. Preying on the weak and hiding from the powerful, such was the land. Natural selection at it's finest, the greatest frigid scum pond in the North Blue. His ear twitched from the sound suddenly heard. But he didn't turn to face it yet, he simply continued to sit, taking a small plastic bag with some form of herb and tobacco, rolling it with cigarette paper and lighting it up. "I didn't expect you to wake up this early." He remarked, his voice had no expression. He inhaled, and exhaled, created a ring of smoke through his teeth. "What was the purpose of coming back here, Hawkins?" Clint asked, "If you wanted to provoke me, all you had to do was dump my cocaine stash." [/style]

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[REBECCA D. HAWKINS]

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[STYLE=font: normal 12px calibri ; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; padding: 10px 20px 20px 20px; position: relative; color: #6a6a6a] Elsewhere within the blooming rose, there was a woman with semi curly medium pink hair just sitting on a chair reading a book. There was a small look of annoyance and minor fatigue from her sapphire eyes. She was known as Rebecca, captain of the Black Rose Pirates. And because of said title she was currently being forced to do something that she didn’t want to. However, it was for the good of the crew and she was the captain. There was something that she couldn’t ignore or shove to another person’s responsibility and this was one of them. “What’s taking them so long? Gah, why in the world did everyone have to pick such an inhumane time setting to go through with this?!?!?!” Rebecca was scratching her head in irritation. She was clearly getting pissed out from the sound of the clock going off as a reminder. It was five in the morning and the shops were just now opening up. Normally the lazy and carefree captain would be long asleep until like nine or ten in the morning. However, this was so important that she had to wake up early by her First mate before she went off with the rest. After no longer being able to withstand being in her room any longer. Rebecca slowly marches out of her room and on to the main deck of the ship. It was there she would come into contact with none other than Clint himself. “Unfortunately this isn’t something I can slack off and let the others handle. I have to supervise this operation and make sure everything is accounted for. “She yawns, there was a clear sign that she didn’t like being up so early in the morning. However, as much as she would much rather be at the comfort of her bed she had a job to do as captain. And the moment she went back to sleep she would have been quickly awakened by one of the traps left by her first mate Mai. She really needed to give that girl such a rant about messing with her sleeping habits. But for right now she just had to suck it up and go through with the plan. Slowly she turns her attention back to Clint with another long yawn. Wondering why he didn’t go off with the others. “We have to get supplies for the ship. We’ll be heading to the east blue shortly after this. But without a navigator we are sailing blind. So we got to prepare for the worst. That means getting the guns in check, restocking our food, making sure our medical supplies are ready, and so forth. There’s so much to do that it’s a pain staying up so early.” She lightly scratches her head as she walks towards the swordsman. Rebecca could assume that even if she told him all of these things he would still be angry with her. And that was just fine considering she didn’t want to be up in the first place. “But if you want to stay provoke be my guess. At least it’ll keep me motivated to get this done before you sneak to my room to slice my throat.” [/style]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #643838; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 24px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 24px; margin-left: -4px;]MY BOY BUILDS COFFINS FOR THE RICH AND THE POOR. [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝KINGS AND QUEENS HAVE ALL KNOCKED ON HIS DOOR. BEGGARS AND LIARS, GYPSIES AND THIEVES. THEY ALL GO TO HIM BECAUSE HE'S SO EAGER TO PLEASE. ❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #643838 8px solid;] █ “Unfortunately this isn’t something I can slack off and let the others handle. I have to supervise this operation and make sure everything is accounted for.“ Clint remained silent for a moment, simply taking a small heave from his blunt roll. Unusually mature of his usually immature captain, never guessed from the outside. He lifted it into the air, "You want some? It's pretty good." He remarked dryly, it seemed as if his voice never heaved from one spectrum of monotonous and dry. Even if he were in a good mood, or in a fury, his voice never changed. He prefered it this way, in fact, he taught it to himself. A mistaken opponent is a defeated opponent, or so he always thought. “We have to get supplies for the ship. We’ll be heading to the east blue shortly after this. But without a navigator we are sailing blind. So we got to prepare for the worst. That means getting the guns in check, restocking our food, making sure our medical supplies are ready, and so forth. There’s so much to do that it’s a pain staying up so early.” Clint stared at the frostbitten town in the distance, his eyes squinted slightly from the cold, he was assessing the task at hand. Not that he knew much about supplying things, but all in all it seemed as if it shouldn't be too hard. Then again, taking into factors like rotting food, nutritional values, supplies and general well being of others, as well as the necessary requirements for each individual's health wouldn't be easy. But more importantly... "Food is overpriced in Micqueot." Clint stated, then turned to finally look at his Captain. "Not that we have a choice now though." Clint instinctively was taken aback as she began to approach, he didn't mind of course, he forgot that there were people that weren't going to attack him on sight at times. Minor reflexive errors. “But if you want to stay provoked be my guest. At least it’ll keep me motivated to get this done before you sneak to my room to slice my throat.” Clint broke eye contact for a moment, thinking of what to say to her. He wasn't the kind to immediately formulate a response without thinking of it, especially if it were an assumption, he often had to think about it. "Accuse the one person you hired to protect you from harm to kill you?" Clint was slightly amused. "How Machievellan, Hawkins. Caution is good however, I wouldn't trust me on a ship either. Hah." He inhaled his blunt. "But killing you would be a waste." Clint rose a single index finger into the air. "One, I would have to find a new crew if I killed you. Second, it would serve me no benefit. Third, devil fruit users are significantly more annoying to kill. And finally, you're an attractive female in her prime age, murder is not the first thing on my mind." And with that, silence fell upon them again, as Clint continued to watch the gloomy sea and frozen sleets of ice fly over his hometown. "I'm not that evil. Not yet." [/style]

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[REBECCA D. HAWKINS]

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[STYLE=font: normal 12px calibri ; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; padding: 10px 20px 20px 20px; position: relative; color: #6a6a6a] Rebecca for the most part just stood against the rail to watch the night sea. She had her mature and rational moments but for the most part she was quite carefree and lazy. Even when she tries to motivate others she sounds completely unmotivated and tired. She glances at the blunt role only once he offered one to her. ”No thanks, if I take one right now I’d probably get too relaxed and fall asleep. And then have Mai and the others complain about me not taking this seriously. “ she yawned and clinches her fist. Far from her usual outfit, Rebecca was wearing a slight alteration version of it. This version had full blown sleeves on her white coat and extended downward to her legs like a winter coat. Her red scar covered her entire neck and the bottom half of her face. Other than that everything else was pretty much the same. time she was here. Even if she had a sleeping problem she didn’t like how her first made risked her life by throwing her over board. She almost drowned and had to deal with a cold for almost a week. And Mai was lucky she ended getting off with a minor punishment. The food part of the supplies would have gone better if they actually had an official cook on the team. Rebecca herself was a decent enough cook to act as a substitute but she was the captain. It wasn’t her job to fill in the roles that other people should be doing. Though, it was her responsibility of finding said cook but still. Having to get up earlier to make sure all of the supplies were adequate enough was a real pain to her. ”That’s why Mai is going with the group. If anyone knows how to get a discount it would be her. “ she replied back in a calm manor. However, her attention would focus back to Clint the moment he broke eye contact with her. She wasn’t really paying attention the words she spoke due to sleep deputation. But she didn’t think she would have gotten him in a stump over it. ”I got a doctor who would shoot you if you don’t follow her rules or if you annoy her. A shipwright who would smack you without hesitation, a gunner with running explosives like a madwoman, and my reckless and chivalry like first mate who throws people off of ships to wake them up. You can see why I would be Machiavellian with them around my past and military training aside. “ there was a clear hint of sarcasm in her words if her dull and slightly tired expression didn’t show it. She liked her crew sure and treated them like her precious something. But there was times she could swear they’re trying to kill her. She looks at the index figure from the man who was basically her bodyguard. Not once did she make a smart remark or interrupted him since she respected him enough to give him his moment. At the mentioning of the devil fruit, she slowly removes one of her gloves. Slowly she was staring at the paw print located at her hand. Right now there was only Clint and herself who were devil fruit users. Essentially they were labeled as a steel man and a repel woman given the nature of their abilities. So if a fight was to ever partake they got a strong enough defense and offense. After hearing him finish his speech and going back to watch the sea, she slowly smiled at Clint and was within arm’s distance with the man. ”You certainly thought it through at least. I wouldn’t say you’re a cold blown monster, just only human and nothing beyond that, devil fruit aside.” she went back to turn her head to the sea and glance at the dark sky. ”Say Clint, if it was to rain right now…would you rust completely or just be stiff?” It was a off topic question but it was something to both lighten the mood and she was curious. [/style]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #643838; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 24px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 24px; margin-left: -4px;]MY BOY BUILDS COFFINS FOR THE RICH AND THE POOR. [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝KINGS AND QUEENS HAVE ALL KNOCKED ON HIS DOOR. BEGGARS AND LIARS, GYPSIES AND THIEVES. THEY ALL GO TO HIM BECAUSE HE'S SO EAGER TO PLEASE. ❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #643838 8px solid;] █ She was probably right, knowing of Rebecca's odd narcolepsy streak, giving her a relaxant would probably knock her out deadbeat. It was probably for the best, Clint smoked marijuana to aid in his sleep, but for Rebecca, who was in general a playful and easygoing person, she wouldn't need it as much. "Suit yourself." He simply replied. "Mai doesn't need persuasive skills, all she has to do is throw puppy dog eyes." Clint shuddered, they were good enough to make him taken off guard, so he couldn't imagine what they'd do to regular people. ”I got a doctor who would shoot you if you don’t follow her rules or if you annoy her. A shipwright who would smack you without hesitation, a gunner with running explosives like a madwoman, and my reckless and chivalry like first mate who throws people off of ships to wake them up. You can see why I would be Machiavellian with them around my past and military training aside. “ Clint simply nodded, not replying as of yet until he spoke about the reasons as to why Rebecca shouldn't be afraid of him killing her. Although she did make a point as to how reckless the entire group can be. Each and every one of the crewmates has done some inanely serious shit, like the doctor causing a bank heist. Him and Elynna having robbed the marine HQ for drugs. Even Elynna, the smallest of them was a dangerous fruit user. And pirates were not known to uphold rules, but follow people. "You certainly thought it through at least. I wouldn’t say you’re a cold blown monster, just only human and nothing beyond that, devil fruit aside." "Don't take it personal, I do it to everyone. Unless you're talking about me thinking of having sex with you, then take it personal." His tone was relatively monotonous, but had a teasing edge to it, he was prone to overtly blunt statements. Although he didn't think Hawkins would be flustered by the idea of sexual intercourse. She wasn't Mikumo, so that was something tongue in cheek. "But, I am somewhat offended you only think of me as just another human being." He flicked the finished blunt into the sea, joining the murky shores of the water with cigarette blunts, bottles, broken piecs of wood and general filth and murk. "I am intelligent, capable, charismatic, manipulative, skilled at fighting, master of multiple languages, avid philosopher, risk taking, good looking," Clint recited off with his fingers, at this point he wasn't so much as taking himself serious, or at least he was only partially taking himself serious. His cocky side was showing. "and great in bed. You should try me out some time, you won't even have to pay. You know, because I'm a samaritan and all that." Looking at Rebecca, he gave off a small smile, but nothing to serious, before he reminded himself to poker face again. Although the smile remained, it was not so overtly obvious as before. ”Say Clint, if it was to rain right now…would you rust completely or just be stiff?” He paused, for a moment. She's mocking him, the nerve. "Hah, many things make me stiff, but not rainwater." Clint ran a hand through his hair. He turned around to face Rebecca, then leaned on the side of the board. "Although, I did try to test it once. I ran my hand into salt water to see if it corroded, and I drank salty soup for three days straight to see if my stomach would corrode. Remember the time when our cook made the overly salty miso soup? I drank all of it because you guys didn't want it. So... no." He gave a small shrug. "Why? Did you have a sudden urge to eat honey from a pot after you ate your fruit?" [/style]

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[REBECCA D. HAWKINS]

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[STYLE=font: normal 12px calibri ; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; padding: 10px 20px 20px 20px; position: relative; color: #6a6a6a] ”Hey just said that I didn’t want it now doesn’t mean I won’t come back. I’m probably going to need one once this stressful objective is finally over.” Rebecca sighed, getting up this early in the morning was a real irritation to her. Not to mention it was during the cold night. Not that she didn’t like the cold but it made her that much more sleepy when she didn’t get her eight to ten hours. She didn’t really need it for how relaxed and carefree she was but she wasn’t going to say no to a instant knock out drug for her. Rebecca also shuddered at the imagining of Mai’s puppy eye look. It was the only real reason she was doing it in the first place. That and there was a bucket of lobsters waiting to be dumped onto her bed if she went back to sleep. Honestly with the crew that Rebecca gathered up she wonder if she was the only sane one. Sure she has her reckless and childish moments but those are chump chain compared to what the crew does. She wondered how long she could keep such a band of pirates under control. Either they must really respect her or just pity her because of her pink hair. ”I still can’t give over the fact the two of you went to a Marine base to steal some drugs. You know Mai is going to lecture the crap out of you two when she ever finds out.” Even Rebecca was not immune to one of Mai’s lectures. She could take a punch or a bullet but not one of her lectures. ” I didn’t think it was personal. Actually I thought it was a good positive trait to have really. Though, who’s to say that I did or didn’t think of you hinting at the idea of sex? You do get around a lot of people after all. I’m sure you like showing your craftsmanship, your skills, and the refined nature of your art.” Rebecca was practically teasing Clint at his choice of words. Unlike Mai she didn’t blush or got embarrassed when it came to such words or actions. It’s always Mai who had to keep her from doing lewd things like taking her top off when she was too hot. Modesty and embarrassment was something that was not apparent to Rebecca. But that didn’t mean she was some sort of whore or too easy to get into. She blinked at Clint showing disapproval for how she treated him like a human and not some of worth his traits. And he had quite a lot of them as she had to sit through listening to them all. By the time he was done, Rebecca lightly closed her eyes and leans against the rail to waggle her finger. ”With all of those things I’m not sure what you’d prefer. Maybe something like emperor or god perhaps. I’ll think about that offer. I think a certain person would not be cool with the captain sleeping with her swordsman.” She let out another yawn and clinched her fist in irritation. She was too young to be staying up this earlier. Rebecca turned her attention back to Clint with a slight confused expression. He was clearly making fun of the fact with an innuendo. It wasn’t a real mock considering that Rebecca had lots of questions about her own fruit. Just recently she proved that touching her hands together wouldn’t blow them apart. ”Makes sense that you would try and test those things out. Take me for example. I had to make sure if my powers were always active or not. Turns out they aren’t…when I extend control over them. Mai still gets on my case about not touching anyone without gloves. I swear if you gave someone a high five one time without the glove and they got sent into a wall they just never let it go. “ she grumbled as she pulls off her right glove slightly to look at her paw. Hearing Clint talk about her getting urge to eat honey however almost made her laugh. As a reaction point she came close to placing her hand against her mouth. Only to stop midway when she realized it was the ungloved hand. ”No I don’t get any urges to eat honey. But I do strangely like the stuff. Guess whenever I sleep you guys will make hibernation jokes anyway. [/style]

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[CLINT EASTWOOD]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #643838; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 24px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 24px; margin-left: -4px;]MY BOY BUILDS COFFINS FOR THE RICH AND THE POOR. [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝KINGS AND QUEENS HAVE ALL KNOCKED ON HIS DOOR. BEGGARS AND LIARS, GYPSIES AND THIEVES. THEY ALL GO TO HIM BECAUSE HE'S SO EAGER TO PLEASE. ❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #643838 8px solid;] █ So, Rebecca D. Hawkins, former royal guard of the Lyneel Kingdom, also indulged in marijuana? He imagined her in a silver plated suit with a giant blunt out of her mouth. "Heh." ”I still can’t give over the fact the two of you went to a Marine base to steal some drugs. You know Mai is going to lecture the crap out of you two when she ever finds out.” "Oh, right." Clint's eye twitched, slightly. That was pretty much as much of a reaction that he would usually give. Mikumo's lectures bordered between explosive and ear-ringingly droning. Depending on the severity. She was of the motherly sort, and so Clint never felt intimidated by it, but he still felt annoyed at her. Not that she didn't have admirable qualities, just that those qualities were not suited for this life. "She's too good to be a pirate." He briefly gestured at Rebecca, "She should be with a nice guy somewhere, tending to children." ”I didn’t think it was personal. Actually I thought it was a good positive trait to have really.” Clint shrugged, "I just thought it would alienate most people." Rebecca was not exactly what he'd call to be normal, however. Anyone with the will of D. was not normal, and it was one of the main reasons that Clint had agreed to join her anyway. "Though, who’s to say that I did or didn’t think of you hinting at the idea of sex? You do get around a lot of people after all. I’m sure you like showing your craftsmanship, your skills, and the refined nature of your art." He raised an eyebrow, not to say that he didn't feel flattered. Did he have such a reputation? He never knew. "It's not about the art. It's just something fun to do. For some people, it means a lot. To me, it's just a way of getting to know another person." Considering the fact that Rebecca was completely unafraid to remove various parts of her clothing in the middle of the day with no regards as to whatever other people thought of her, he didn't think she was much of a virgin. She just seemed playful, "Oh, I think you're just afraid." He teased back. "With all of those things I’m not sure what you’d prefer. Maybe something like emperor or god perhaps. I’ll think about that offer. I think a certain person would not be cool with the captain sleeping with her swordsman." "Dmitri? I don't think so. She's not the attached type." His mind was beginning to feel more relaxed, more open to conversation. He was well aware of this, but even then his hold on his outward display was not so expressive as it should be. As he thought more and more about it, it made more sense. "She's like Blackwater, but more likely to kill someone while seducing them." He briefly remembered when she hammered him in the nether region. It was a good thing he was made of steel. ”Makes sense that you would try and test those things out. Take me for example. I had to make sure if my powers were always active or not. Turns out they aren’t…when I extend control over them. Mai still gets on my case about not touching anyone without gloves. I swear if you gave someone a high five one time without the glove and they got sent into a wall they just never let it go.“ "Hahaha." The laugh was deep and momentary, but Clint quickly regained his composure, not saying much and just listening to Rebecca as she spoke in an animated fashion. ”No I don’t get any urges to eat honey. But I do strangely like the stuff. Guess whenever I sleep you guys will make hibernation jokes anyway. That sounded like a joke originating from either Elynna, Connors or Blackwater. All three of them maybe, Clint never did speak too much with the others. There was something on his mind he wanted to talk to Rebecca about however, "I'm curious about something Hawkins." Clint began, starting off slow, looking at Rebecca, there was a mild smile, but not something that was overtly obvious. He gave a small pause in order for Rebecca to be prepared for an answer. "Let's not deny you're good looking. Because you are, you've got a good sense of humor, and you like to socialize. You could probably get anything you wanted from birth, why did you choose to be a pirate?" [/style]

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[REBECCA D. HAWKINS]

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[STYLE=font: normal 12px calibri ; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; padding: 10px 20px 20px 20px; position: relative; color: #6a6a6a] Rebecca couldn’t help but be dumbfounded at Clint suddenly laughing. But she would drop that point of thought the moment he responded to her. ”Just try to keep it out of her view. I personally don’t care so long it doesn’t hamper us in anyway. Why not share some to Nathan or Dani if it would make them more tranquil. But Mai is a whole another story altogether.” Rebecca sighed. She appreciated the motherly side of Mai but at the same time she just couldn’t deal with her lectures. It was sad that one of her lectures could pretty much get her to do almost anything. Just so she could get her to stop and it was worse when it was with the puppy eye treatment. She didn’t fully understand or really thought about the will of D. It wasn’t something that really interested her but everyone kept talking about it. So it made her curious somewhat about the title. However, she would snap out of her remising and give a more serious look to her face. Hearing Clint talk about how Mai should be somewhere else with a family hit her hard in the heart. Even though it wasn’t her responsibility to have made a change in her life, but if she had done something she would have probably had gotten a better outcome. Still she focused on staring down and looking at her boot after putting her fingerless glove back on. Her words were a play on an innuendo considering that he was both a swordsman and a sword. She would be making more comments about his said uniqueness. But she wasn’t feeling the mood to be playful now. So instead she listen to him talk about his preference with the sensation of sex. It was a response she had a guess given his nature but never really cemented on it. At least he wasn’t the more despicable type of person when it comes to such a thing. ”I wouldn’t know. I’d never had it to be honest. Made it to third base and didn’t get anywhere further than that. Shocking isn’t given my personality.” she went back to listening. ”Heh, I wasn’t talking about Elynn. Besides I think she wants to get into my pants as well. Or skirt rather”she was good at hiding her feelings and forcing emotions out of her. As a solider she had to put on a fake mask and blend in on a moment’s notice. She tried not to do this often with her crewmates since she treated them more than just that. Some habits were hard to get rid up for Rebecca. She did have a kick at him laughing and joined it out of spur of the moment. But even that would disappear too the moment he went to ask her about why she was a pirate. Letting out a small sigh, Rebecca’s dark pink hair would finally cover her eyes as she leans against the rail. Taking a few seconds to get herself together and recall of those events from that one night. ”You flatter me but now is not a good moment now is it? You could say I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. Well that’s a lie since I could have chosen to be executed. Heck I came close to doing so if Nathan didn’t snap me out of it. I had someone that I wanted to protect in the royal family. However, the government itself figured I knew too much and was getting hard to keep under control. So they found me to be liability so they wanted me gone. Did you know that Mai used to be a slave? She killed another of the royal knights after he betrayed her heart and tried to break it for his own amusement. And Nathan killed a woman who had a husband and kids on orders. Not to mention the risk he put to save us at the cost of killing guards and getting shot. We all had our bad luck with the law and had to commit murder. We can never go back to a normal life while some of us never had one until now. So we became pirates because we wanted to live and adventure. “ She was trying her best to keep her emotion bottle up but there was sadness in her words. [/style]

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[CLINT EASTWOOD]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #643838; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 24px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 24px; margin-left: -4px;]MY BOY BUILDS COFFINS FOR THE RICH AND THE POOR. [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝KINGS AND QUEENS HAVE ALL KNOCKED ON HIS DOOR. BEGGARS AND LIARS, GYPSIES AND THIEVES. THEY ALL GO TO HIM BECAUSE HE'S SO EAGER TO PLEASE. ❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #643838 8px solid;] █ "As long as she doesn't ruin my stash, I'll be fine." There was a moment of silence as Clint pulled another small amount from his body and then lined it into a blunt. He rolled it up, then lit it. By the time that he had finished rolling it up, the sun had begun to dawn. "Why not share some to Nathan or Dani if it would make them more tranquil. But Mai is a whole another story altogether." Give Nathaniel Connors and Daniella Blackwater a part of his drug supply? He contemplated for a moment. "I don't trust either of them with a near endless supply of hard drugs nearby. Takes conviction to not overdose." ”I wouldn’t know. I’d never had it to be honest. Made it to third base and didn’t get anywhere further than that. Shocking isn’t given my personality.” Clint was surprised, that was an interesting find. So she had no idea how it felt. She had plenty of chances, she just never indulged in any of them. "Shocking? No. Conflicting, sort of. I just thought you would have gotten to fourth base. Unless you're on a personal Jihad against your own sexuality." Clint eyed her, "Personally, I think you'd be lying. Twenty eight years and you haven't found someone you like enough to get in fourth base with? No way." ”Heh, I wasn’t talking about Evelynn. Besides I think she wants to get into my pants as well. Or skirt rather.” So if it wasn't, who could it be? "Interesting." He simply said, with no intention of getting into her thought process of who else it might be. He had figured out who it was, so there was no challenge or point in talking about it. ”You flatter me but now is not a good moment now is it? You could say I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. Well that’s a lie since I could have chosen to be executed. Heck I came close to doing so if Nathan didn’t snap me out of it. I had someone that I wanted to protect in the royal family. However, the government itself figured I knew too much and was getting hard to keep under control. So they found me to be liability so they wanted me gone. Did you know that Mai used to be a slave? She killed another of the royal knights after he betrayed her heart and tried to break it for his own amusement. And Nathan killed a woman who had a husband and kids on orders. Not to mention the risk he put to save us at the cost of killing guards and getting shot. We all had our bad luck with the law and had to commit murder. We can never go back to a normal life while some of us never had one until now. So we became pirates because we wanted to live and adventure. “ He didn't respond, he simply listened to the story. For all he knew about his crew mates, he never actually asked about the things that made them become pirates in the first place. So this was a pretty enlightening experience. Hawkins got into politics and was forced to either die or run away, Connors went out because of guilt, and Mikumo learned about heartbreak the hard way. So the 'normal' life was taken away from them before it even began. He wouldn't exactly say that Mai's life was normal, but who was he to judge. He could correlate to Mai the most. But as cruel as it sounded, he didn't care or feel anything about the past. Whatever they went into made them stronger, and that was the reason the Black Rose exists today. He could tell that Rebecca was attempting to bottle up the weeling emotions inside of her, so Clint simply chose to stay silent for a moment, before suggesting. "The sun's up, let's get some breakfast." He pointed towards the docks. Walking out of the ship, down off the boardwalk and into a small, rickety cafe by the port, Clint ordered a simple breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast with coffee. He finally replied. "The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion." He said, there was a quiet grimness in his tone of voice that returned from the light hearte discussion from before. "It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It is us. And only us." He pauses, without putting any milk or sugar into his coffee, he takes a huge gulp to sustain his ability to stay awake. He liekd it better that way, straight black. "Four feet two inches, age approximately between six and seven, child with black unkempt hair stairs down at bullet ridden corpse. Location, center of town, no one dares come out. Stay out in rain for several days straight, everyone walks past, no one cares about him or looks at the corpse. Ravens flock in, consume flesh, stare directly at boy whilst doing so, life goes on." Clint pauses for a moment, lightly rubbing the back of his head whilst staring intently down onto his plate, then looked towards Rebecca. "Startling epiphany, world is not horrifying because of evil. World is horrifying because no one cares. Clint Eastwood was born." [/style]

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[REBECCA D. HAWKINS]

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[STYLE=font: normal 12px calibri ; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; padding: 10px 20px 20px 20px; position: relative; color: #6a6a6a] ”You sure about that?” She went back to folding her arm and glancing downwards. She was practically silent for the rest of Clint’s comments. The only thing showing that she was still alive was her slow breathing. She needed to keep herself focused. As a former knight, she should have been used to repressing memories and ignoring all feeling of emotions for the mission. But she wasn’t a knight anymore. And it was getting harder to repress said memories or bottle up emotions given how close she was getting to the crew. Still she would continue with her struggle and not let anyone worry about her. They were her responsibility, not the other way around. ”Nathan is quite convicted, despite how much he complains. Dani is another story entirely when it doesn’t come to actual medicine. But forgetting that, you can think whatever you want to believe. I got nothing to hide and I find lying to be too much effort for me to do anyway. I wouldn’t say that I’m a Jihad just that I haven’t found someone that I want to give up my virginity to. And it’s not about actual love or purity. Just that despite being around people I never felt the desire to give myself up for one night. I suppose I just can’t shake the feeling of taking my armor off and being called a woman.” She glanced back at Clint before going back to looking at the floor. She didn’t pay any attention to anything else after telling the story of all her crewmates. She didn’t know everyone’s story or even ask them to tell them to her. She didn’t need to know that everyone on the ship had made a wrong turn and couldn’t take back a normal life. They were dysfunctional and chaotic but deep down they couldn’t feel any closer than they were now. To Rebecca, she was sure that this ship was home for everyone and at the closest attempt to having a normal life. Dwelling on the past was something that Rebecca didn’t want to ever do. But she couldn’t help but that she shouldn’t have left a certain someone behind. At the mention of breakfast, Rebecca simply nods her head and followed Clint to a café. Taking a good look at the sun and realizing that it was finally morning. Unlike Clint, Rebecca got herself a hash brown, some bacon, pancakes, coffee and sausage. She would only look up from her menu just after hearing Clint speak again. His words were quite grim and dark but there was one Brightside to it. That it reflected on how they chose to fight against fate instead of accepting it and dying like a dog. Rebecca couldn’t help but laugh a bit from those words. ”Guess the term dog fit someone who was part of the military.” But her sapphire eyes would finally expose themselves clearly after hearing him dwell into his own past for her. She wasn’t going to pride Clint for the full story just like he didn’t pride her for hers. From what he told her it was enough to gather that he was abandoned and left to fight on his own. And that probably got him to do unspeakable and regretful things. She went to take a sip out of her milk coffee and adding only a few packets of sugar and cream. Though, black was just as fine but she needed that extra pick up. ” So that’s how you came to be huh. The more I think about it, the more it’s funny that we would all meet one another and form this crew. The others were a little weary at having you join us. But the more I talk with you the more I feel like I can fully understand you. And that makes me that much thankful to not regret having you join this crew. “ She gave Clint a sincere and warm smile on her face, no longer bottled up with sadness or worry. [/style]

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[CLINT EASTWOOD]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #643838; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 24px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 24px; margin-left: -4px;]MY BOY BUILDS COFFINS FOR THE RICH AND THE POOR. [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝KINGS AND QUEENS HAVE ALL KNOCKED ON HIS DOOR. BEGGARS AND LIARS, GYPSIES AND THIEVES. THEY ALL GO TO HIM BECAUSE HE'S SO EAGER TO PLEASE. ❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #643838 8px solid;] █ ”Guess the term dog fit someone who was part of the military.” Clint scratched his head, what his allegory was stating was that people, instead of God, butchered children and fed them to the dogs. Not exactly the same thing as being born the same as dogs, but he didn't expect her hearing to be perfect. "...Right." ”So that’s how you came to be huh. The more I think about it, the more it’s funny that we would all meet one another and form this crew. The others were a little weary at having you join us. But the more I talk with you the more I feel like I can fully understand you. And that makes me that much thankful to not regret having you join this crew.“ Clint remained silent for a moment, simply staring outside the window, leaning back on the chair. "I think I might have said too much." He really did, he only realized that much the moment he opened his mouth what was he thinking before? It was only fair that since Rebecca revealed her past to him, that he was going t reveal a bit of his to her. But that was a stupid mistake, now she thinks he was vulnerable, was it sympathy, or empathy in her voice? He didn't know. All he thought was how uncomfortable it made him feel that now she knew this information. He joined this crew because he thought it was the likeliest to sail past the grand line into the new world. But he was letting himself slip into a comfortable position, losing his edge. He couldn't, at least, he couldn't let himself slip. Hawkins was dangerous, her smile tat she gave, genuine and warm, they were developing an emotional attachment. And this, this made him realize he was developing closer attachments to other people in the crew as well. "I didn't say that to justify my actions, Hawkins." "I am well aware of my disposition towards people. I am cruel, cunning, manipulative and I am definitely evil." He downed his mug of coffee in a single go, bitter and acidic. "I am saying that being evil has no repurcussions on this world. No one cares about what others think, only themselves. Self-interest and self-preservation. The reason the others hate me is because they were never interested in me at the beginning. They never took the time to talk to me, judge me for every action I make despite the fact that everything I have done so far has been to advance our interests. What gives them the right to judge me for being a pirate? What gives them the right to say that I'm wrong when I murder, rape, steal, burn, torture and manipulate when they themselves do not care about anything but themselves?" ... He pressed a hand to his face, shielding his eyes. "Sorry,I didn't mean to outburst like that." He silently continued to eat his breakfast. It was pretty cold. [/style]

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[REBECCA D. HAWKINS]

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[STYLE=font: normal 12px calibri ; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; padding: 10px 20px 20px 20px; position: relative; color: #6a6a6a] ”Pay no mind to it.” She tried to change the subject. Either of them was probably thinking of different allegories and it was best not to try and confuse them. Instead she just went back to glancing at the menu. She was taking in any movement or activity from the other tables and the scenery. Despite looking like she was fine, Rebecca was still feeling like she could drop at any moment. So she went back to drinking another sip of her coffee. The delicious and energy packing taste was just what she needed. But even then she felt like she would need like two to three cups to get through a few hours. Hopefully that would be long enough to get maintenance done. After taking another sip, she leans over to the right to see the progress with her food. But her ears twitched a bit at Clint’s latest sentence. I think I might be getting to him. This is the first time that I really got through to him after all…I might have to choose my words carefully. She question herself with another glance at Clint. She was being open with herself but she should have picked her words carefully. Here she was alright but struggling to stay up but Clint still probably had his demons to face. She couldn’t help being blunt and open but it was her mistake for not being careful. She needed to say something to change the topic. Something, anything would be better than the painful silence that took place. However, by the time she would get something convincing to say…Clint would beat her to the punch. Maybe she shouldn’t have pushed his buttons with that smile of hers. So instead of voicing her opinions right now, she instead waited patiently listening in to his every word. Sipping her cup of coffee at each passing moment she was given to rather than finishing it in one gulp. It was rather hard to watch Clint say those things. Unlike his usual speech, there were signs of resentment, anger and despair in them. This was probably the first time that Rebecca had ever seen him this passionate or angry. He was more human than the silent and emotionless demon he tried to make him out to be. By the time Clint finally manages to finish his speech, Rebecca proceeds to try and hug Clint. Rather if he accepted or not it didn’t matter, she was hoping she could some him one kind act before commenting. If successful she would eventually make her way back to the seat and proceed to talk. ”Clint, you might be cruel, cunning, manipulative and even evil. And you say that people are all like that and it’s in human nature. But do you really believe in that? You’re right to say that no one should judge you for surviving. You probably done many things that you regret and probably didn’t enjoy doing. But does all of that make you deserve getting hated or judge I wouldn’t say. But I can say that you’re not a monster or you’re far gone to be considered truly evil. If that was the case then you would have given into your own hatred a long time ago. Killing those people who judge you regardless of who it was or rather or not they said anything. I don’t believe everyone in the world is like how you describe. Even if every one good or decent person out in the world there was one hundred horrible and rotten people out there. So long that one person exists this world can’t be all that bad. We’re all given a choice and what we do with it is up to us and no one else. “ She went to grab her cup and finish it during her break of speech. After finishing her cup she went to set her cup back to the table and glance at Clint once again. ”Call me naïve, foolish or whatever you feel like saying. But I won’t judge you for those things. That’s just your personality and nothing more. I also don’t think that I will come to ever hating you. You’re my comrade, my friend, my nakama. And nothing will ever change that. If the world becomes too painful to live…then I’ll give you a reason to live. I will show you a future worth protecting. I’m not going to make false promises or promote myself as some sort of savior. I’m just a simple human being and I will never try to become anything more than that. So don’t apology from expressing yourself. I did accept everything about you the moment I accepted you to my crew after all.” [/style]

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[CLINT EASTWOOD]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #643838 8px solid;] █It was strange, Clint had plenty of physical contact in his life. Punches, and kicks, aimed to harm, kisses and touching from lust, physical contact was either used to indicate sexual contact and physical violence. And that's all that sense ever came to him from, if it were not either of those things, Clint used touch to sens his surroundings for danger, and that was all he thought. So naturally, as Rebecca went in to approach him, he assumed it was either going to be a physical strike, or an intiation of sexual contact. he had no qualms with either, if it was a physical strike, it would not harm him, even with her fruit powers, if it were sexual contact, he welcomed but. But what came instead was... an embrace, a hug. It was kind of strange, he had no idea how it was supposed to feel, of all his life, he had missed the most common type of physical contact out of everything, comfort. A capability to depend on another person, a re-affirmation that someone else gave a damn about you in the world. His mother never loved him, and she died. There were no hugs in the orphanage. As he grew up, lust and violence were his only tools, and yet... nothing ever came from just the care of an individual. What seemed like a simple hug from Rebecca, took an eon for Clint to realize what she was doing. He couldn't comprehend such an action. "I-- what are you--?" He couldn't complete his sentence. Close physical contact, his frigid, cold body must have been uncomfortable to touch, since he had accidentally expected a punch. And just like that, Rebecca released her grip. Leaving Clint silent for a moment, with eyes slightly widened, "You're strange, Hawkins. Different." "Clint, you might be cruel, cunning, manipulative and even evil. And you say that people are all like that and it’s in human nature. But do you really believe in that? You’re right to say that no one should judge you for surviving. You probably done many things that you regret and probably didn’t enjoy doing. But does all of that make you deserve getting hated or judge I wouldn’t say. But I can say that you’re not a monster or you’re far gone to be considered truly evil. If that was the case then you would have given into your own hatred a long time ago. Killing those people who judge you regardless of who it was or rather or not they said anything. I don’t believe everyone in the world is like how you describe. Even if every one good or decent person out in the world there was one hundred horrible and rotten people out there. So long that one person exists this world can’t be all that bad. We’re all given a choice and what we do with it is up to us and no one else. Call me naïve, foolish or whatever you feel like saying. But I won’t judge you for those things. That’s just your personality and nothing more. I also don’t think that I will come to ever hating you. You’re my comrade, my friend, my nakama. And nothing will ever change that. If the world becomes too painful to live…then I’ll give you a reason to live. I will show you a future worth protecting. I’m not going to make false promises or promote myself as some sort of savior. I’m just a simple human being and I will never try to become anything more than that. So don’t apology from expressing yourself. I did accept everything about you the moment I accepted you to my crew after all.“ He listened to her as she talked of philosophical beliefs, a brief assessment of her speech was indicative as a temptation for Clint to continue this line of conversation. He didn't want to, logically, but emotionally he felt obligated to do so. He owed her no answers, nor reasoning to his actions. He leaned over the table, clasping his hands together, staring at Rebecca with his returned base gaze. "I have lived... twenty five years, on this planet. I was born under the circumstances of both poverty and scorn. When I chose to bring myself above others, I didn't do it for anyone, I did it for myself. Nothing else. Now-- had I been born under different situations, had I been born with a loving mother and father," He almost scoffed at the concept, "Had I been schooled properly, taught the principles of society like another person, I might have become a nice man, settled down with a good girl, had a kid or two by now." He couldn't imagine such a life, of course, but that was allegory for his next statement, because he was prepping up for another monologue. "You and I... we aren't that. We aren't good people." He circled an index finger around us, "So it doesn't matter, whether or not there are good people or not, because good people know that we are the bane of this world." "But what you've said, it's a romantic sentiment." Romantic in the terms of believing in the beauty of the world, the belief of a greater power, the belief of concepts such as liberty, humanity and justice. Moral concepts and ethical concepts in which Clint had too much time to experiment with. "I am a cynic attempting to be a romanticist, something that is different from your world entirely." Clint slowly rose up from the breakfast, "What we are is the sum of a thousand lies, what we know is almost nothing at all, but we are who we are until the day we die. Until we don't have the strength to go on." Clint slowly rose up from his seat, "I'm going to go ahead and contemplate. Let's talk some other time Hawkins." With a single kick, he launched his chair across the cafe into the door, destroying it off it's hinges as everyone in the cafe suddenly went silent. "Today was interesting." And with just that, he sweeped his trenchcoat from the hangar and left into the frigid snow. 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