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Post by SORATSU OTAKU on Mar 22, 2012 23:24:59 GMT -5
There was several things I loved about being a bounty hunter:
For one, being that my body naturally loved the sensation of fighting people, it was the perfect occupation to do just that. Secondly, I was always on the move - never did I stay in one location for too long. Now that necessarily wasn't a good thing, but when you have as many enemies as I did, well... it was better to disappear than stick around, y'know?
Lastly, and the most important one at that, was women - I did not need an excuse as to why I wouldn't be able to see them for more than one night as I was always on the move. Take the situation I am in right now, for example. This girl - whatever her name is, I can't even remember at this point - surely isn't a one night stand type of girl. No, it was going to take some crafty lying to get through to her - but why did it matter? Not like I was going to see her again.
"Love," I spoke to her, my alcohol breath hovering over the brim of her ear as I whispered to her. "Can ya fetch me some rum?" We were in a pub, her pub, and though there were many people waiting to be served by her, she instantly got up to appease me. I still had some beer left in my mug so I got up from my seat, stumbling slightly as I moved before stopping next to a man who looked to be the same age as me.
"Ay ay! You!" I slurred, pouring the rest of my drink all over him. "You sir, are a winner!"
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Post by JOSEPH KNIGHT on Mar 23, 2012 0:02:58 GMT -5
This surely couldn’t be life, no – in fact, this wasn’t life at all. For if one lived like this their entire life they would be better off hanging themselves; suicide to be quite frank. Joseph Knight was one who truly fit the epigrammatic description of the preceding statement; his life was meaningless, lacking potential and purpose, both coexisting with one another significantly. But still, somewhere in the abyss of worthlessness, shined hope for the young machine as he traversed into a unique pub of the sort. Its structure quite suitable and well designed, as if the very early Skypiens had handmade it themselves – beauty at its best. Effortless swaying and a simple twist of the wrist was all that was needed; he entered, his presence not known to some.
The smell of alcohol filled the air, causing those who didn’t even drink to taste the ever-bitter taste of the devil’s drink. Sea green hued glanced over to a woman of great standard, surely someone who everyone wanted to make love to. The cyborg well, was one of those men who wanted to do the same. He began to take little steps in the woman’s direction, his confidence quite high. His frame was dressed in luxurious clothing, which was created by the great Merfolk themselves, but that didn’t matter to this evil tyrant – alcohol. As Joseph began walking, he immediately bumped into another being, which seemed to have some alcohol within his mug. The substance poured all over the once great clothing, causing the young boy to be greatly upset about the situation.
“So I’m a winner eh? I’ll show you a winner!” Words of rage bellowed, but as much as hands itched for blood – the youth refused. ”Don’t you have something to do with your life, answer me you alcoholic bastard.” He kept on rambling and rambling about the situation, to the point where he finally calmed down. But he wanted something in return for the incident, “How about you buy me a drink, you scallywag~” He cooed calmly, waiting for a response from the man.
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