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Post by RORY GÉROUX on Mar 5, 2012 23:19:47 GMT -5
The day was damp, and frigid, damp and frigid, with rain slopping down hard from the charcoal sky above. Each speckle of water dropped to the earth with a splosh, combing together to make this endless winding hiss throughout the town. An exclusive whine in the silent streets of Ilusia. Rory had always imagined that he would get fed up with rain, but he settled in quite easily with the rain, he didn't mind getting soaked to the bone, and almost relished the seclusion that was met by it. Like the rain he didn't mind becoming some blotchy background image, in fact, he'd rather that. Invisibility was a desired aspect in his field of trade. But now wasn't the time to think that, as he embraced his sodden setting.
Rain trickling down his skin he ambled forward with no discernible path in mind, he only wanted to drift along like a specter, his icy gaze grazing everything he passed. The streets were wiped clean of life, washed away by the droves of water pelting the earth, and it gave it a sort of serene, new look. He even slowed down periodically as his eyes lingered across something completely ordinary with a sense of pleasure. He was a person with far too little on his plate, admiring random ornaments on a rainy day for fun, oh please. But as he had last checked hours before, his bounty book was drenched in little black scribbles and oblong x's that marked a taken target. He both loathed and and enjoyed his job.
Here in the rain though, he was more at peace than any job could bring him, the little droplets tickling his skin as he strode, completely at ease, the only sounds that of the tune of nature. He wondered why he didn't do this more, musty walks in the pouring rain, but he knew it wasn't often enough nor healthy enough for a daily routine, being drenched did not lead to well living, today was merely an exception to that rule. A complete and total exception. He was a natural rain man after all. |
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Post by JOSEPH KNIGHT on Mar 6, 2012 1:05:52 GMT -5
Being a Bounty Hunter had its perks, but it surely wasn't easy in any sense. You basically had the Marines on your ass and the Pirates hating on you for capturing their comrades; a predicament you really didn't want to be in at all. But in the end, Joseph loved his role in life and dealt with it daily, everyday - living it like his last. He walked aimlessly down the muddy area, as the rain fell from the heavens and found themselves upon his being. He carried no umbrella of the sort, nor anything to really protect himself, for he didn't care about the rain - not one bit. The cyborg began to trail off and get lost within his sea of thoughts, drowning as they rushed into his mind. Oh how he hated them with a passion,
"I wonder who he was or what kind of person he was."
He stated softly, referring to the person who had created him, his owner, father, his god in a sense. But the thoughts quickly left his mind due to spotting someone else, the cyborg noticed that a man that resembled that of a pirate was in the area; things were about to get fun. Don't get the wrong idea, he wasn't going to attack this person, no - first he was going to interrogate them, know who they are, what they are, and how the hell did they get that cool bullet chain.
"Yo! You there! Hell you get that cool looking chain at?"
ooc: rushed this, tbh.
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Post by MELLOW SKY on Mar 6, 2012 8:01:45 GMT -5
 Peter lazily treaded through the pouring streets of Illusia armed with his trusted one man umbrella. WHY THE FUCK DID IT HAVE TO RAIN IN THE FIRST PLACE. Peter practically loathed the rain since all it did was make him sick and ruin his clothes. As usual the marine bore a pretty expensive looking long sleeve button up shirt underneath a tan coat, this one being black and his tie crimson red while her pants were a banana yellow. Trendy no? At his hip lay a long katana, not an inch of anything on his person wet at all. Out of the blue Peter would spot two rather odd looking men. To him they were odd as neither had an umbrella and they were just chatting it up in the rain. Did they not know how damn weird that looked? "AYY!!! TA FUCK YALL DOIN IN THE RAIN!" the marine would boom above the pitter patter of the rain drops slamming down atop his umbrella. The streets were very much slick with the masses of water shooting down from the heavens and ever so often would water get onto Peter's expensive alligator shoes. He didn't need this shit. Not at all.
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Post by RORY GÉROUX on Mar 6, 2012 21:54:53 GMT -5
He probably appeared strange waltzing around soaked to the bone, not making any attempt to avoid the downpour, but he didn't mind being the odd one out. Not that there were many eyes around to view him with. If there were any, they were in too much of a hurry to recognize him as being there. At least most. "Hmm," he grumbled as he turned, his eyes skimming along lazy unto the targeted prey. Was he talking to him? "Family secret," honestly he didn't know how the necklace had come to be, or how to make one himself, it was something he had just picked up one day from a junk yard, of all places, and now he never went anywhere without it. Because in a sense, it was just too cool, even to his matured twenty-two year old mind.
The man posing the question was far off in his mind, he had never met him before, and had quickly dismissed him as something of interest. If he wasn't a pirate then he found no real reason to associate himself with the male, he was seeking out any forms of companionship. He needed companionship like he needed a new piercing. And just as he was about to whirl around another voice crossed their frequencies, who would have expected this town to have such colorful people standing out in the rain?
This one he new, if not briefly, as Peter Crow a marine rear admiral, a position he didn't take as humorously as most would. It marked a possible bounty on the way, if the man was hunting a pirate at their time of crossing, in which all he would need to do was cut him to the chase. But something about the way the man carried himself made him doubtful, "Enjoying the water works," he stated dryly. |
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Post by JOSEPH KNIGHT on Mar 7, 2012 17:54:24 GMT -5
Dark hues carefully watched the mysterious man, his movements seemed to be rather sluggish and his speech quite similar to his movements, but surely enough Joseph was still going to ask if this man was a pirate. He took a few steps towards the being as he listened to his words, not truly giving two-shits about what was being stated. "Family secret, eh? How about I just fo-" Before the sentence could be completed, the pink haired cyborg was cut short by a marine; Peter Crow. Peter Crow was a well known marine in the West Blue, due to his high rank of being a Rear Admiral.
"Ughh, what do you want? You know damn well that as a Bounty Hunter, I will drag your ass by your hair and drop you in the sea." He stated, eyes showing no emotion -- they were rather metallic, cold, just like his statement. He turned over to look back at the mysterious man with the interesting chain, the gold bullets, the interesting persona and his presence just caused Joseph to think; could this bastard be a pirate? A devilish grin began to come across his human-like face, for the cyborg would be truly excited if this man was.
He began to walk closer to the man, creating a distance between himself and Peter; digits slowly grasping hold of his hilt. His actions were shrouded by the large cuffs of his clothing and the illusion of him just holding onto his sides. "Now you, I don't know your name, but I must ask. Are you a pirate?" A single eyebrow rose in question, waiting for a reply. "Peter if he is one of those bastards, then I got this one, don't you dare touch him." Time was ticking, while digits were itching.
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Post by MELLOW SKY on Mar 7, 2012 20:14:40 GMT -5
An endless torrent of rain continued to pound down upon Illusia. Heavy drops beat on Peter's sturdy jet umbrella, but the odd material kept the rear admiral perfectly dry. Peter's eyes dropped and his face sagged. He hunched his back and ominously stared down at the two men just meters from him, a questionable look set on his face. It was pretty hard trying to tell what exactly the marine felt just by looking at him. Although his face portrayed boredom he was very much satisfied....then again he always looked bored.
The pink haired dude seemed to be foaming at the mouth with words, but Peter paid him no attention, moving over to join the group instead. He eyed both men very carefully, sizing both up and trying to get a good feel for exactly what they were. Definitely not marines. If they were marines they would've been breaking the necks to cater to the rear admiral. Pirates? Likely, but before Peter had the time to think, the pink haired man began to fly away with his mouth yet again.
Blah blah bloobidy blah blah...Peter truly didn't care for whatever faction the men were. Even if they were pirates Peter would only pursue them if he felt like it. Reaching for his hip, Peter removed the sheathed katana from his hip, gripping the sheathed blade parallel to the ground. "Who ta hell cares if he's a pirate" the marine yawned, throwing his head back inns stretch. "He could be a Yonkou for all I care and I still couldn't give two shits. My question is why are y'all in the damn rain?"
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Post by RORY GÉROUX on Mar 8, 2012 17:56:24 GMT -5
Oh, the pink one was a bounty hunter? It hadn't been completely un-anticipated, and he stiffly regarded the information, bounty hunters came in many designs, though perhaps he was a cut above the rest. But anyone could be a cut above the rest, and he never entertained the idea that the next could be possibly more interesting than the last. Instead seeing the males as potentially boring characters as well, he was a glass half empty person in that aspect. Piecing together the puzzles with as little enthusiasm as a person could offer.
He didn't quite trust the pink haired person, tossing a watchful gaze his way. He was still hung up on that broken 'how about', how about what? He could only feel a tinge of suspicion if not distrust at where the comment may have been leading. But his concern remained transparent. Arching one brow as to suggest amusement he could only question the validity of the question, him, a pirate, the question was almost cute. "No," he replied simply. He might have re-directed the question if he hadn't already know the pink haired fellow was a bounty hunter.
He payed minimal attention to the marine, who question he swore he already answered, if not indignantly. Besides, he figured people didn't need any excuse to stand in the rain, there was nothing truly wrong with just being there. Flicking his eyes lazily past the bounty hunter to the marine expecting something else. That or he would dismiss himself. |
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Post by JOSEPH KNIGHT on Mar 10, 2012 22:51:24 GMT -5
Too be quite frank, Joseph had completely forgotten about the torrent of rain as it fell upon his frame. Rain wasn't something that truly troubled the pink-haired cyborg at all, but what did bother him was the aura around these two; You guys bore me..." Pools quickly shot a glance at the bounty hunter and then right to the marine, staring into their very souls. He was being honest, he disliked this entire little shit and before he got reckless and began to slit throats, he decided to depart.
/exit
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Post by RORY GÉROUX on Mar 12, 2012 22:05:26 GMT -5
If the statement was meant to insult him, it didn't work, he was as bored of the pair as they were of him, and that he found perfectly fine. In fact somewhat appreciated, they were at the same understanding, at least the two bounty hunters. But with the bounty hunter exiting, it seemed like a que for him to take his leave as well, like he wanted to but so politely refrained from. It seemed somewhat strange being the second to partake in an exit, but he wasn't too attached to some childish pride as to oblige in giving a fuck. Besides, he left in close timing to the other, almost an exact timing, as if after his statement they had both found so mutual understanding and then reached a verdict that nobody really wanted to be here. Walking back down the route he had just been interrupted by he began to remember the rain, the pleasant rain. It was better like this.
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