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Post by Sergei KAFKA on Nov 25, 2012 21:39:21 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 130px;]words -- ( num ) tags -- ( people ) notes -- ( whatever else ) | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] Having finally hit shore, having finally come to the place which would serve as his home for the next week or so, Sergei stretched as his feet touched down on the rather elaborate dock. Walking forward from the quite modest Marine ship that he had come from, it’s appearance even more strange when the ship that it was docked directly next to obviously belonged to a World Noble judging not only by the amount of luggage being taken off of the boat and taken in a long line of servants to a large lavish hotel in the distance but the fact that the shit was easily larger than a Buster Call class battleship the Marines used and adorned in precious metals and gems. Sergei sucked his teeth at the decadence but shrugged it off as a beautiful woman passed by him. Unable to see her face through the crowd, her figure was impeccable. Sergei was entranced. Shoulders becoming limber, his eyebrows raising and a large smile coming to his face he followed her closely.
The swaying of her hips was rather hypnotic, so much so that Sergei didn’t even notice the incredibly decadent casino spaces he was walking through. Roulette tables covered in precious gems, cards made of the finest paper imaginable from the rarest trees in the depths of the New World. High class, high stakes Pachinko and Slot Machines with lights so bright your retinas may burn if your attention was turned to them for too long, luckily enough Sergei was focused on an even greater prize. This young woman in front of him. Finally, tired of simply following, he slid up next to her and began to speak. ”You know, with all of these riff raff surrounding us it isn’t safe for a delicate thing like you to be walking around the casino all by your lonesome! One of these pathetic drones in here could mean to take advantage of your frailty and your beauty. I am a Marine, darling, let me escort you where you need to go. Wherever you shall need me I shall...” While speaking Sergei had his eyes closed, envision their future together, what it would be like. On opening his eyes however...
“Well hello there big boy mmmm sure you could accompany me.” A trick! The “female” spoke and even before that as Sergeis eyes opened he could clearly see it. The five o’clock shadow. The rough turquoise eyeshadow. It was a man. Not only was it a man but it was an Okama! Sergeis heart sank and he began to feel faint, falling over right there as the Okama giggled in a low grumble, an almost gargled tone, walking away as Sergei slumped on a slot machine. Defeated. Eyes almost rolling in the back of his head.
”Just my luck...” |
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Post by Anne Read on Nov 25, 2012 21:58:49 GMT -5
Anne didn't know what to make of the Golden city. The bustling commerce, the crowded entertainments, the majestic ships all pulled into the harbor...but best of all, everything was just so, so shiny! The red head had never seen such a pretty city before in her life, and just the fact that she was allowed to visit as a stationed marine filled her with glee. She just wanted to, to touch everything.
But she held firm. Anne would not be tempted to touch all the shiny objects around her, and potentially break something her tiny salary couldn't afford to replace. Even if she didn't like it.
Passing her way through the shuffling mix of populace and tourists, Anne had stumbled upon a familiar sight. "Boss? What are you doing?" She asked, poking the limp man in curiosity.
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Post by Sergei KAFKA on Nov 26, 2012 13:58:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 130px;]words -- ( num ) tags -- ( people ) notes -- ( whatever else ) | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] ”Ngh...” The slight groan coming from Sergeis lips now as he slowly stood up, acknowledging Anne first then the stranger whom had come up to him, sliding his hand over the top of his head past his priestly cap and onto the back of it. Staring down at his feet. ”This place is supposed to be lucky! I mean just look at it! I can barely hear myself think over the sound of machines clanking, turning, speakers blaring, people winning, more people losing. Always the loser in situations like this but I won’t give up!” Pointing to Anne now, staring her in the eyes. ”We have a job to do! Protect the peace! Or... something like that.... mostly I just want to lounge around and be fed grapes by beautiful mermaids...” His eyes wandering around the room, cheeks red, lovestruck by his own idea. Snapping back he finally acknowledged the strange girl whom had approached him in his time of weakness. Allegiance unknown to him at the time so his default action was to treat her as if she was a Pirate until proven otherwise.
”Well I should hope he was not that into me! I am looking for a woman, not a man... I mean not that there’s anything wrong with two men...” Placing his finger on his chin, looking up as if to lose himself in thought. Coming back down when this thought inadvertently turned to two men kissing, one of them himself and the instant look of disgust coming to his face. ”No, none of that! Come now Anne we must be off, we have to go to....” Digging around in his pockets some, coming up short, digging around in them more and more until he pulled from his pockets a small slip of paper. ”Golden Way...” Reading off the piece of paper aloud. ”We have to patrol there! You’re welcome to come along little lady, walking outside of the safety of the casinos might get you killed here if you can’t fight I suggest you take me up on my offer.” Speaking to the strange girl of course, motioning towards Anne to follow him to the large row of golden doors that exited the casino they were presently in and put them right on main street. |
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Post by Anne Read on Nov 26, 2012 22:14:44 GMT -5
"..Booossssss..." She droned. It wasn't the first time her superior had skipped work in favor womanizing. Or attempted womanizing. It seemed like her senior never could catch a break with women. At least with women he seemed to prefer. Maybe she should start making a record for the marines? They might like to know what her boss was doing with his time on duty. "We're here to watch over the city. Not play..." Even though she really, really wanted too.
Well, at least he was finally getting into the mood to patrol. Good. He even offered to escort the kind lady that'd come to check up on him. How nice of her boss! Clicking her heels and pulling her hand into a salute, Anne faced at the unfamiliar woman. "Yes! Please let us escort you ma'am! It's the least we can do as marines!" Anne said with a smile.
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Post by Anne Read on Nov 26, 2012 22:31:03 GMT -5
Anne traversed through the hustle and bustle, taking in the sights of the familiar city. It wasn't always this busy but when tournament week rolled by the city suddenly found itself swarmed with a variety of people. Merchants, tourists, marines, bounty hunters...and of course some ruffian sea dogs who'd sneaked their way in through the chaos. Something Anne did frequently back in pirating days.
but now? She could just walk in. Ah, the joys of a simple life.
Though she did wish there was a bit more to do in this place. A tournament and window shopping was nice but that could only offer a woman so much. No. She needed something to pass the time before the big tourney. But what could possibly offer her sufficient entertainment befo...re...
"Oh my." Anne's mouth quirked into a smile. She'd spotted a familiar spot of red amongst the crowd and was more then eager to make way for it's owner. She had been careful, of course, not to alarm the girl. No. It wouldn't do if she couldn't catch the child off guard.
"My, my. What have we hear~? Lovely red hair and a snugly sailor suit? You might just be the cutest thing on the whole island sweetie~." Anne said, eyes twinkling with mirth.
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Post by Sergei KAFKA on Nov 28, 2012 0:19:28 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 130px;]words -- ( num ) tags -- ( people ) notes -- ( whatever else ) | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] Hearing the soft voice, obviously a woman, Sergei pulled his own sleeves of his long priests robe taught, making sure they were perfectly straight and slowly fixing the collar of his robe which had been folded in an awkward position due to his previous slump, his attention turning towards the soft voice with closed eyes. ”Madam my hair is blond and my... how did you put it, “sailors suit” isn’t very snug it is actually quite loose but I will forgive the confusion for someone so beautiful as...” Opening his eyes, seeing the attention of the older woman turned towards Anne and not himself, Sergei falling flat on his back in the process, the harsh realization that once again fate had not smiled upon him but another and this time Anne. Would she respond in the best way? To kiss the womans hand and invite her back to their hotel suite? In the back of his mind Sergei pondered where he would sleep that night if that happened. Sighing out loud and sitting up on his own. Crushing his own foolishness on his own.
Rising from the position and listening to the dialogue that happened between the two. Could it be they were acquainted? Sergei had realized he didn’t know much about Anne she never really talked in depth about her relatives, the color of red in their hair seemed right but something was off. Sergei began to bite at the inner skin of his lip and listen to the exchange, fingertip slowly stroking his chin losing himself in deep thought listening to the exchange carefully. |
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