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Post by KIIRA DAIROKORO on Mar 24, 2012 13:39:38 GMT -5
it was rare that you saw kiira dairokoro drink.
in fact, it was so rare that it was practically nonexistent. only in times that she needed to think hard or something, or times where she was too stressed for anything normal to get her over it, did she let the bottle grace her lips. at this current time it was neither of the two and in fact, when she wandered into the loguetown bar she didn't even know what she was doing there. everything had felt so instinctual to her - like her mind was subconsciously ordering her to enter the bar, to take a seat and to order a beer. her mind couldn't even focus on what was going on. she wasn't fully aware when she grabbed the beer, popped the cap and began to drink. her mind was wandered elsewhere.
what was she, in all honesty, doing with her life? here she was, a marine, yet still stuck in her hometown like some bum. she had become a marine all those years ago to see the world, escape loguetown and make a life of her own. yet, at her age now all she had was a crummy apartment that was still in loguetown. she had expected to get put on a crew, learn to make something of herself on the sea. chase down pirates and work her way up the ranks until she had come to a powerful position. of course, maybe they thought that a girl with one eye wasn't suited for that kind of life, right? well technically she had two eyes, but she couldn't see out of the other one at all... not since that sword fight.
the thought of that horrible moment caused the girl to drink more before she buried her head in her hands and then looked up at the sky - erm, roof. 'if you can hear me up there, than please, send me a sign - anything, that I still have a chance to be normal and become a good marine... i'll take anything' the female thought, staring intently at the ceiling for a moment before going back to her beer with a sigh. now, all she had to do was wait.
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Post by MORGAN BLACK on Mar 25, 2012 19:37:34 GMT -5
Whether it was a sign of god, or just coincidence, at the other side of the bar sat a man, a pirate, likely wanted. However, the man didn't look like he was there to cause trouble. No, he sat there with a drink in his hand, a cigar that smelled of vanilla between his lips, with his eyes scanning the room, a light smile on his face. He was a taller man, even sitting down, with piercing eyes and silver hair. He wasn't muscle bound, but by no means skinny.
If the girl had not been busy in her own world, she might find his eyes finally resting upon her. What the man was thinking as he peered over at her would remain hidden only to him. His expression did not change, nor did he wish it to. Whether he could recognize her as a marine, or if she did not wear her clothing and emblems and looked like a normal person, it would not change his reaction.
She was a beautiful young lady, and that was all that mattered to him. He would smile a little more if she finally caught hint of his stares, before giving a subtle nod of his head, before taking a long swallow of his drink then back to looking around once more. Morgan was waiting for someone, but he knew it would be a while before they arrived.
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Post by KIIRA DAIROKORO on Mar 26, 2012 9:52:27 GMT -5
kiira did happen to notice his stares.
it was on accident, of course, a fleeting glance in his direction leading her to notice that his eyes rested upon her feminine form. her one good eye, the over covered by an eyepatch, which was also covered by her hair, stared back at him. the grey-blue orbs swirled around, as if dancing as their eyes met. was this the sign that she had been waiting for? this man... would he lead her to a life of adventure and freedom? that, she did not know, but as he gave her a subtle nod and them proceeded to look around, she took the time to think about it. there were only two options, of course. she could go, talk to him, find out if possibly he could be her way to adventure or she could just leave him be and wait for another sign to see if they were destined to meet.
of course, however, kiira was much too impatient for option number two. so, the female finished her beer and ordered another, walking over to the man and taking an open seat down beside him - or what appeared to be open at the current time. if someone had a problem with her sitting there than they could kiss her ass. "Hello" she said politely, popping the cap on her beer and taking a small swig from it before setting it down. her good eye continued to peer at him, taking in his silver hair and the way he smiled. both were a little addicting, she had to add, but in no way would this female become enraptured - there was only thing more dangerous than pirates and marines in the world, and that was a female.
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Post by MORGAN BLACK on Mar 27, 2012 2:49:52 GMT -5
from the corner of his eyes, Morgan saw the lovely young lady get up and walk over to him. A small electrical shock entered his stomach from the thought of such a wondrous thing happening before him. More so, that he enjoyed a pretty ladies company. Morgans attention would be put on full to her when she spoke to him after popping open another beer. Morgan raised his own in greetings, before giving her another small smile.
"Well good afternoon miss. What do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
In short, he offered to buy her something if she wished, or to divulge her in conversation, or both. Whatever she wished, he would do his best. It seemed she did not mind the cigar placed between his lips, the strong vanilla aroma, pungent around his frame. If she had caught site, she would see holsters strapped to the sides of his legs, sprawled out when sitting because they normally hung from the back. In them were two flint lock pistols, safely pinned in with a leather strap.
"I couldn't help but notice your expression. Is everything alright?"
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