The RNR Marine (Closed)

[Axel D Santis]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 430px; height: 500px,btable][style=margin-top: -120px; border-top: 3px solid black; border-bottom: 3px solid black; border-left: 5px solid black; width: 150px; overflow: hidden;][/style][style=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: black; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 12px; border-left: 5px solid black; margin-top: 15px;]Tags: N/A[/style] [style=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: black; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 10px; border-left: 5px solid black; margin-top: -10px;]Notes: Axel is currently on leave from his Marine duties and has decided to enjoy his time off in a bar.[/style]	[style=border-left: 20px solid black; font-family: Bodoni MT Black; color: black; padding: top: 15px; padding-left: 5px; font-style: bold; line-height: 0.7; font-size: 40px; margin-left: -12px; height: 500px; text-transform: uppercase;] A X E L D S A N T I S[/style]	[style=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -1; border: 0px; height: 500px; margin-left: 5px; color: black; line-height: 0.9; overflow: auto;]Darkness filled the skies while bright lights circled the ocean and the industrial landscape. Only one island like this existed in the West Blue, it was one of my favorite islands to visit. Time told that it was only early in the afternoon but time meant little difference in the island of endless night, Illusia. The merchant boat I was aboard has just made port. Walking off from the ship I gave farewell to the sailors, thanking them for their courtesy. Looking around the docks there was very little to see. Boats lined beside each other, sailors working diligently, nothing out of the ordinary tonight. How boring... Now walking down the cobblestone street, the noise of the city calmed my mind. My silver hair flowed as a gust of wind passed by. My apparel had drawn the attention of many people, I guess they're not use to punk clothes in this area. Finding a small busy bar I decide to enter and relax a bit. The bar was full of people, from all walks of life. That's one of the reasons I love bars... So many different people. Sitting at the bar I ordered a drink, which latter turned to a few, and then more then I could count. People say that you have a drinking problem when you drink by yourself, but I'm not drinking by myself, all these people are around me. Having more then my share of drinks wasn't a good idea, it was harder for me to control myself when I drank. "Hey bartender... Wake me up in a bit, I'm gonna take a little nap right here if you don't mind." She objected but that no longer mattered, I was already falling asleep. I don't want to go to work... I need to rest more, my thoughts on the subject mattered little though. The Marines will be calling me back soon. But no worries right now... Just rest... [/style]
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[OVID FLUME]

Wondering the bustling city at night was something I dreaded. I knew that if I wanted to become one of the most feared pirates in the West Blue I would have to conquer my fear of human interaction. There are so many people who come out of the woodwork at night. Like cockroaches are to pesticide, I am to the stranger (probably harboring a foreign disease) asking for a few berri. Walking from one side of the city to another on some quest which escapes my very mind, I found myself at the doors of a large tavern. One in which you would rarely find the likes of my family. I pressed my left hand on the glass door. Feeling a cold chill through glass pane, I pushed slightly to open the door.

Waltzing my way through the crowded pub didn't prove too difficult. Just then I had to climb over a burly man who was passed out on the ground, his chair on the ground next to him. I walked tirelessly to the bar which seemed very crowded. I stumbled into a waitress who was scantly clad in her waitressing outfit. A bourbon was spilled all over my black vest. Hopefully I know the remedy to remove this, but I need to move quickly and with diligence. That bitch. I walked over to the crowded bar and found the last remaining open seat.

Bartender.... I need cold water and a lemon asap. I yelled from a distance seeing as how she was on the opposite end. I started unbuttoning the vest so i could put all my attention in the removal when I noticed a drunkard sleeping at the bar. His silver hair was reminiscent to my own. My clan's white hair stands out more and is more recognizable. Excuse me.... eh drunk?

[Axel D Santis]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 430px; height: 500px,btable][style=margin-top: -120px; border-top: 3px solid black; border-bottom: 3px solid black; border-left: 5px solid black; width: 150px; overflow: hidden;][/style][style=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: black; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 12px; border-left: 5px solid black; margin-top: 15px;]Tags: Ovid Flume[/style] [style=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: black; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 10px; border-left: 5px solid black; margin-top: -10px;]Notes: Axel is currently on leave from his Marine duties and has decided to enjoy his time off in a bar.[/style]	[style=border-left: 20px solid black; font-family: Bodoni MT Black; color: black; padding: top: 15px; padding-left: 5px; font-style: bold; line-height: 0.7; font-size: 40px; margin-left: -12px; height: 500px; text-transform: uppercase;] A X E L D S A N T I S[/style]	[style=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -1; border: 0px; height: 500px; margin-left: 5px; color: black; line-height: 0.9; overflow: auto;]Dreams... I don't need reality as long as I have my dreams. Today it seemed that I was dreaming about my hometown, Marineford. An island that belonged to Marines, one of its strongest headquarters. Men and women walking around working hard, all in uniform. I miss that. Everything was in order, everything was how it was suppose to be, everything was... boring. Awoken from my rest I found that a man was sitting next to me, seeming addressing me. I couldn't quite understand what he was talking about but he seemed to be talking to me. Nothing quite out of the ordinary about him, either than his white hair and red eyes, nothing strange. Probably just here to have a drink or two. The bartender had then returned with a glass of water with a lemon slice on the rim. Smiling I look towards the man, "Not a drinker eh? Well that's alright man, I'll drink enough for the both of us... Hell, I think I already did." Laughing at my own comment I looked around the bar, scanning those in the pub. "Some pretty good lookers in here man... Fancy taking one home with you tonight... Cmon you know you want to." Grasping a glass in my right hand I drank it's contents in one gulp. Placing it on the counter and ordering another one I turned towards the man. Leaning on the bar I asked him, "So what's your story man... What has brought you here this day? ...Destiny, fortune, dreams?... Why does one do something? And... why don't you add some sugar to that water and add the lemon juice to it, cheap lemonade right there." [/style]
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[Axel D Santis]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 430px; height: 500px,btable][style=margin-top: -120px; border-top: 3px solid black; border-bottom: 3px solid black; border-left: 5px solid black; width: 150px; overflow: hidden;][/style][style=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: black; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 12px; border-left: 5px solid black; margin-top: 15px;]Tags: Ovid Flume Two NPC Pirates[/style] [style=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: black; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 10px; border-left: 5px solid black; margin-top: -10px;]Notes: Axel's relaxation is interrupted by two Pirates.[/style]	[style=border-left: 20px solid black; font-family: Bodoni MT Black; color: black; padding: top: 18px; padding-left: 5px; font-style: bold; line-height: 0.7; font-size: 40px; margin-left: -12px; height: 500px; text-transform: uppercase;] A X E L D S A N T I S[/style]	[style=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -1; border: 0px; height: 500px; margin-left: 5px; color: black; line-height: 0.9; overflow: auto;] Looking around I noticed that there was a small group of Pirates which had just entered the room. Rowdy and obnoxious the two sat down at the bar next to me and the man beside me. They were drinking heavily and were bothering some of the other patrons. When asked to leave the establishment they became aggressive as one put his hand on one of the waitresses. Fed up with this I stood up and addressed the three, "Can't we just act Civil and have you two leave peacefully?" They were not amused by me and had taken their swords out to attack. Both were approaching me to attack, Fools. Taking out my Pistols I used it's modification to shoot twice as fast, immobilizing and injuring each of them before they could reach me. While they were on the ground injured I aimed my pistols at their heads. I sighed, "And this was my time off... Can't you just act peacefully when in public? Geez..." After a few minutes I had arrested and chained the two to a pole outside of the bar. "Someone else can take you two in... I can't be bothered with the paperwork right now..." Leaving the two alone I began to walk back to the bar but then my Marine Den Den Mushi begun to ring. ...Aww crap. [/style]
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[OVID FLUME]

Listing to the drunken man next to me, made me feel sorry for the marines. A lazy good for nothing drunk employed by the military. His Marine badge was still on, this is how I came to the realization of who he was. I scanned the place once more. Quickly darting my eyes to all the corners and then to find the exits; if i was going to be having a conversation with the enemy, I would need a way out and a get=t way quick route. Jumping at the sound of his voice, I stepped back and onto the person to my lefts stool. My foot being placed at an awkward angle would not draw my focus from the marine.

It's not that I don't drink I just have a stain on my sleeve from a clumsy girl back there. One that you thought was pretty.

The girls in all honesty were not that bad. However the waitresses were acting more than slutty. i guess I would to if I wanted to fill my coffers. I watched in terror as the Drunk then would get up and arrest two pirates. Soon, if he knew my reasons for being here - he would surely do the same to me. I kept my mouth shut for a reason when asked why I had come into the bar. Hopefully, he would not pick up on that.

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[Axel D Santis]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 430px; height: 500px,btable][style=margin-top: -120px; border-top: 3px solid black; border-bottom: 3px solid black; border-left: 5px solid black; width: 150px; overflow: hidden;][/style][style=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: black; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 12px; border-left: 5px solid black; margin-top: 15px;]Tags: Ovid Flume [/style] [style=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: black; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 10px; border-left: 5px solid black; margin-top: -10px;]Notes: Axel's takes a few last drinks before leaving.[/style]	[style=border-left: 20px solid black; font-family: Bodoni MT Black; color: black; padding: top: 18px; padding-left: 5px; font-style: bold; line-height: 0.7; font-size: 40px; margin-left: -12px; height: 500px; text-transform: uppercase;] A X E L D S A N T I S[/style]	[style=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -1; border: 0px; height: 500px; margin-left: 5px; color: black; line-height: 0.9; overflow: auto;] After a lengthy conversation with one of my superior officers I decided that it was about time that my time here had come to an end. Hate having to leave so soon... Oh well I think I will grab a drink before I head out. Walking back into the bar I sat back into my seat, drinking from my newly attained drink. Looking back towards the man I said, "...Nothing wrong with that man... Clumsy girls are very attractive, but... not my type." Looking at the man he seemed more tense than earlier. "Don't worry about what happened earlier... Just one of the aspects of the job. I'm not actually working at the moment, I'm on break... but then they just had to start a racket... So bothersome." Taking one of my pistols out of its holster I spun it around, something I do while thinking. Looking back down at my glass I drank its contents. Leaning on the bar I looked back at the man. "Going to leave soon... My boss wants me to go back to base...but I'm gonna get in a few more drinks. What do you think?" [/style]
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