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Post by Clay-Jay on Mar 8, 2012 21:40:36 GMT -5
Joining the Marines, Clay-Jay's dream had always been that accomplishment, and now that he had, even if it was as a petty officer, he was proud. However, he had no way to get to Fleet 99 to meet the Vice Admiral Minako Minami, and truly be accepted. Faced with such unwelcome problems, he was forced to resort to unscrupulous methods, but nothing would stop him from achieving his goal! Not this OG! Scurrying onto a ship head for the waters of East Blue, he managed to hide away in the cargo, where no one had noticed him before they set sail. He was finally on his way, determined to make it to the Commi Island before the crew of whatever ship this was noticed he was stowed away. In the mean time, this was a prime chance to chillax and take a quick nap. Didn't want to be tired when meeting his future boss. With a stretch he curled up his fluffy body under on one of the many bags of flour in the back of the storage.
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Post by Clay-Jay on Mar 8, 2012 21:52:39 GMT -5
Clay-Jay woke a few hours later, giving a yawn before rolling off of his flower sack bed and slapped himself awake, looking around the ship for something to pilfer as a nice snack. Snagging a nice round red apple from one of the ships containers, Clay-Jay began munching away happily until he heard a door open, and had to burrow back into hiding under a pile of rags and towels that he managed to bunch up. Why he hadn't used it for a nice little nest bed he didn't know right now, but that wasn't important as he was a little preoccupied with the fact that this particular ship seemed to be made up of pirates. The man who came in was large and hairy, easily mistaken for a talking gorilla that Clay once gave a significant verbal beat down to back in his home town. The encounter here would not be the same, as the gorilla in question had never left. This was a true blue pirate that was getting ever closer to Clay's hiding place.
Luckily he seemed to only be picking up random boxes to take up to the deck, nothing anywhere close to needing a rag, like the ones that were hiding Clay's curled up body. He nibbled quietly on his apple, waiting and wishing the man would leave so he could get out from under these things, as they smelled pretty bad if Clay was to be honest. If nothing else this would be a good story to tell the Bro's of his new fleet when he got there, and they shared stories of their travels before joining the Marines. Of which Clay had this one. He might even spice it up a bit and say that he managed to take down some of the pirates. As Clay's thoughts wandered this way, he slipped out of the rags and shook himself off, he was covered in dust and it was getting itchy in there. Curling back up with his delicious pilfered lunch, Clay nibbled and day dreamed about the epic adventures he would have as a marine.
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Post by Clay-Jay on Mar 8, 2012 22:12:02 GMT -5
"I'm committing verbal murder in the major third degree..." Clay jotted down this dope rhyme in his personal hand book of mad raps and general awesomeness and began nibbling on another one of his pilfered treats, this one was a fairly hard piece of bread, and while it wasn't the best it was at least something. Now he just needed an awesome follow up to this rhyme, sadly nothing was coming to mind at the moment and he was starting to get frustrated. Whatever, there would be plenty of time to come up with the illest of ill rhymes to spit at wannabes. Right now what he needed to do was pass the time in secret hiding, and that included cleaning up the small mess he had made of the cargo area. Taking note of the area he discovered that the bread crumbs that were once contained by the bottom of the large wooden box he had chewed through, were spilled across the floor, and needed immediate attention.
Scooping them up quickly he managed to clean them up after licking his paws clean, the slight woody after taste wasn't all that bad. He thought it would be worse but in contrast to the hard bread, it gave it some actual flavor. Even if that flavor was horrible. Things were going well for Clay in the life of a Stow away, and he wondered why more people didn't engage in this activity. Although it was boring alone... maybe if he had someone else here who he could berate for not being more fun to hang out with he wouldn't be going quite as mad as he was now. After all he found himself nibbling on the wooden crates at the moment without even wanting anything to eat. Perhaps it was time for another nap to pass the time. Climbing back up onto his new flour sack rag nest, Clay curled up and dozed away happily, dreaming a dream of smacking down all the world with his sick flow. Maybe they would even give him a medal for something. The nobel peace prize of smack talk. Yeah, that would be mad fly.
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Post by IODINE on Mar 8, 2012 22:15:20 GMT -5
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Post by Clay-Jay on Mar 8, 2012 22:27:22 GMT -5
Clay-Jay woke with a start as the ship came to a complete halt, obviously docking at their destination. The only thing to do now was slip out silently without any one noticing he was ever here in the first place. Snagging an apple for the way, he managed to sneak his way up to the top of the ship, seeing the pirates getting ready to hop off ship and explore the new territory. Clay calmly scurried off the ship and looked around, finding the island just how it was described in the letter from the Marines. This was Commi Island, the place where he would finally join up with the marines and rid the world of those player hating pirates. Nothing but the most dope in the marines, that was for sure. After splashing around in some shallow water, getting all cleaned up from laying around that dusty and not so fresh smelling cargo hold, Clay made sure he looked his best, straightening his scarf and sunglasses before setting out to find his new home.
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