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Post by Kingston S. Alphonse on Nov 27, 2012 19:12:30 GMT -5
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"I clearly need to relax."
The golden eyed male whispered to himself; lifting the small glass of Gin to his plump lips and letting the burning substance slide down his throat. With watering eyes, Alphonse gently placed the cup upon the granite bar. Upon doing this, the young Marine Vigorously began shaking his head from side to side; attempting to rush the liquor down and sooth his burning throat. Within seconds the burning sensation ceased and the Gin reached the pit of his stomach. The relaxing effect of the liquor quickly overtook his body. Alphonse wasn't drunk, not was he tipsy, just relaxed and happy; he even exhaled a breath of relaxation to prove this and sunk deeper into the cushioned chair he sat upon. Fixing his golden hue'd gaze upon the female bartender, Alphonse gave the rather attractive lady a few specific hand gestures indicating he wanted another glass of Gin. The female giggle and nodded as she prepared the drink with stylish bartender like feats.
"Yes, just need to relax..." |
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Post by Atticus Greene on Nov 27, 2012 20:30:48 GMT -5
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The world of gambling emerged from the depths of earth. On the island that sailed around the grand line. Drawing those who were desperate and those who needed cash. An event was held annually at the casinos in this city. Pirates to Marines to even civilians had jumped in a boat and sailed to this majestical joint. Cashing in boats, items, and fortune to play the games of luck. Even bounty hunters took their time off of chasing pirates and criminals and joined the fun. This was no exception to Atticus.
The silvery, bushy hair was swiped back from his pale violet eyes. The dark dress shirt was stained a metallic black, the golden tie reflecting off the dark colour. Dress pants were creased and ironed, showing signs of riches and luck. Though, this was the only thing that Atticus could afford. After spending his luck on the card games which were going on, he lost almost all of it. Leaving him with 4 belis. Enough to leave the joint with some dignity. His bag was confiscated at the entrance. No weapons of any sort were allowed. Lucky for him, he didn't need weapons to create a fight.
Strolling down the ales of slot machines, he spotted a humble bar in the corner. Not very populated compared to the rest of the populated areas around the casino. The scent of alcohol blew through his nostrils, reeling the young bounty hunter in. Casually letting his arms rest on the counter, looking up at the board which listed brands of alcohol. "Scotch, Gin, Rum, geez. What are these?" He spoke, the female behind the counter walked over to him after serving her last customer. Atticus simply shooed her with his hand, gesturing no or what she might of thought was rude. As he could hear a faint "hmph," out of her. Going to the end of the bar and serving other customers. He wouldn't get served for awhile. And even his clueless brain could identify that. The advantage of it was that he had more time to decide on a beverage.
"Maybe Gin is good. Possibly I should try Rum but, Scotch sounds equally good."
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Post by Kingston S. Alphonse on Nov 27, 2012 21:06:18 GMT -5
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"They are all good and get the job done. But I suggest Scotch; much more casual and easier to get down." |
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Post by Crocker L. Kass on Nov 27, 2012 23:48:39 GMT -5
One by one three new marines joined the table, scrunched into the only opening left at the table; laughing and making a few googly eyes at the female bartender just on the other side of the table. The way they spoke and acted just reeked of fresh meat right out of the training fields. One of them apparently saying something humerus as the other two burst out laughing and causing quite a commotion for the other guests at the bar. "Ow ow so what should i get... something from the top shelf? hahahaha what should we get guys?" one of the marines spoke but before they could reply they were cut off.
"How about nothing?" said a woman's voice from behind the three. At the very sound of hearing that voice the three froze as if they just heard something deadly and horrible. Slowly turning their heads to look at the woman behind them and as if their fears were true one of them turned slightly white. "c...C... Captain!!.." one slowly muttered. The woman behind them having a rather blank yet intimidating face, wearing a captains jacket. "You don't seem to be patrolling outside, i wonder why that is." saying like a question though the marines knew better already than to answer. The three quickly leaving the bar, saluting, and returning to their duties.
Once the three were out of sight, instead of following the three to work, the captain sat down in one of their seats ordered a gin and pulled out a book, immediately taken in by it. A few of the bystanders whom had been watching them were a bit dumfounded and shocked, Hypocrite!
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Post by Atticus Greene on Nov 29, 2012 20:05:22 GMT -5
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The bounty hunter continued to focus up at the list. Pondering on which drink to choose. Though, his thoughts were interrupted by a man's comment.
Atticus's gaze weaved over to the man. Golden irises, suitable wear, and not to mention the smell of the sea. Marine. No pirate that he knew would dress like that. And besides, pirates were too dumbfounded to dress like noble men. Accommodating the event on this island. "You think? I guess it isn't hard for you to pick. You probably tried all of these, or am I wrong?" Normally this bounty hunter didn't get much wrong. He may be clueless but, he had some kind of intelligence in his brain. His gaze wondered off to the bartender who was serving a customer on the end. Letting a loud exhale echo in the bar. Turning back to the man he was previously speaking too. As his mouth opened, nothing came out after he heard the sound of another marine. That's when a uproar of marines jumped out of their seats. Hurdling over each other to get outside. "Ladies and their beastly sides." Wait, was he supposed to whisper that?
Turning his attention, managing to get the bartender back to where she was. Looking at him, or, was it glaring? Either way, she didn't seem as pleasant as she did with the other men. "A scotch." The girl started to prepare a scotch, getting a glass. "Actually, make it two." He smiled at her as she rolled her eyes. Swinging around to grab another glass. Pouring the liquid in both cups and slamming them down on the counter. He didn't really know why she was grumpy. The bounty hunter didn't know what he did to anger her.
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Post by Kingston S. Alphonse on Nov 29, 2012 20:45:04 GMT -5
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The young Marine spoke; his golden glaze looking directly down at the empty glass on the granite table before him. Slowly, Alphonse exhaled another gust of relaxation as he placed his eyes back upon the stranger he was conversing with. As his glare landed upon the well dressed fellow, the sudden uproar of demands and frantic grunts riddled the area around them. With a rose eyebrow and turning head, the Marine looked in the direction of all the commotion. However, one of the voices did sound vaguely recognizable. Alphonse caught the site of freshly new promoted Marines scatter out of the floating paradise without a moment of hesitation. Focusing his gaze on the table they were at, he secretly gawked in awe within the confines of his being. Crocker L. Kass; how could he not recognize the Marine captain. With another deep exhale, Alphonse ears twitched as the fellow spoke again; commenting on the orders of the Marine captain. The golden eyed boy gave no response to this; he merely turned back in his chair and eyed the still empty glass before him. The stranger did indeed order the liquor he suggested. But not just one glass, but two. And not to mention the attitude the female bartender gave the fellow as she prepared the drink. Rule number one to drinking; you never want to upset your bartender; absolutely no good could come from such negative energies. Which meant, Alphonse was the one needed to cheer this poor bartender right up. Glaring over at her; his big golden eyes holding no emotion whatsoever. Alphonse gave the female a few specific hand gestures. The bartender nodded and readied yet another drink. As she did this smiling and stylishly, the Marine stood from his chair and slowly made his way over to the Marine captain a few feet away.
"Alphonse S. Kingston, Captain Kass."
He saluted and bowed proudly with the utmost respect before continuing talking.
"Why don't you join me over at the bar? Someone of your stature shouldn't be alone." |
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Post by Crocker L. Kass on Nov 30, 2012 1:06:54 GMT -5
From the moment that her eyes touched the words on the page she became focused on her book, especially since this was most likely the first time that day she was able to indulge in her favorite pastime without to many distractions; being to distracted by fights and pickpockets earlier in the day as it seemed like every time she tried to begin some distraction would occur. Unfortunately for her unlucky criminals she went a little more than overboard in arresting them as most were being treated for injuries, but hey at least they wouldn't be pulling anything else for a while. Least that was her reasoning behind it.
The one moment that she decided to move her eyes off of the page to take a drink she could hear the man next to her say something about her beastly side. Though made no notion or inclination that she heard it. Instead she motioned the bartender to come over, when she did she motioned her again to come even closer and whispered something in her ear. Once she pulled back the bartender was blushing a little bit and holding her hand over her mouth, looking at the man and laughing a bit at his expense.
"That recognizable?" she said knowing that she was not by any means a big name marine. Figuring that it was just due to that she was one of the few captains stationed here, and probably the only female one. "You don't have to worry about formalities Kingston, were on break here." she said as any marine under her command know that once she was on break she took all she could out of it. Turning her head to look at the marine "But if you must insist have a seat." she said to take him up on his offer and referring to one of the empty seats at the table.
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Post by Atticus Greene on Nov 30, 2012 15:49:08 GMT -5
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As he saw the bartender swiveling back and forth in his direction, he wasn't quite sure why she was glancing back. Perhaps something funny on the board. It must of been. There was nothing wrong with him, or so he thought. His deportment was suitable, hair brushed back out of his eyes, and not to mention his wicked sense of cluelessness was fine. What were they laughing at!
As the man left the counter, he saluted to the captain. According to his calculations, he was correct. A marine but, he thought differently about this break. He remembered the last time he took a break as a Marine. Only in the cabin, sleeping on a hammock. On the Marine ship that his father provided the captain with. Unfortunately, he was no captain and wouldn't want to be. Just to deal with everyone problems and sorrows. That would be a nightmare. But, this captain seemed to be very laid back. Almost like she didn't give a damn about others but also did. If that even made sense.
As he left, Atticus felt quite lonely. Normally he was traveling alone but, not this lonely as being ditched by someone he barely knew. It wasn't in his nature to ask for a seat but, it also wasn't great just to sit there and be like a outcast. His hand gripped the two glasses, walking over to where they were. The bartender still giggled as she looked his way. Geez, why was what she said so funny? Erasing the thought of the woman, he walked over to the two. Both sitting and enjoying the liquor which trickled down their throats. Managing a smile, he placed the two drinks down. "Do you mind if I accompany you?" He asked as politely his voice possibly could. Though, in his nature, it wasn't really a question.
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Post by Kingston S. Alphonse on Nov 30, 2012 17:02:14 GMT -5
| [atrb=align,right][atrb=style,width:320,btable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-bottom: 1px solid #707070;] BEAST!!! KING!!! |
The young Marine spoke; pulling out the cushioned chair and taking a seat. This wouldn't be the first time Alphonse found himself indulging in liquor with someone of a higher ranking then his own. He would act no different, no laughing at jokes he didn't find funny, no false sense of insecurity, and most defiantly no sucking up. She is a Captain of the Marines which meant Alphonse must protect and obey by any means necessary. So by the Captain drinking and relaxing by her lonesome, she brought danger to herself; if only a little. This could be Alphonse just being a little overcautious, but regardless of this fact. He would make sure any superior of his stayed safe as long as his lungs still drew breath. While the golden eyed boy thought about this, the sound of talking caused his ears to twitch slightly. Putting his gaze on the source, he noticed it was the businessman he had the brief conversation with. It seemed he wanted to join them; which was completely understandable; who wants to drink alone in such a place? And during all this good time? It Alphonse was the type to show happiness easily, this would be one of these times. He'd be laughing and smiling as he told the stranger to sit and drink, but sadly he wasn't. So, instead of the smile and charm, the young Marine merely nodded and order more drinks for everyone; everyone other then the businessman of course, he seemed to still have two full glasses of scotch. Putting his eyes on the businessman, Alphonse asked a single question to get the conversation going.
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Post by Crocker L. Kass on Nov 30, 2012 23:19:34 GMT -5
At first thought Kass really did not know how to reply, not because anything was confusing rather both of these guys... were being strangely polite. Well she was used it in a way as she was a marine captain, so by law his subordinates were forced to even if they did not want to but that was more along different lines rather than pure politeness. In all honesty it felt rather strange to her.
"Have a seat then" she said to the man, kicking out one of the seats from the table so it slid right in front of him. Right after she kicked out the chair the look on her face became more mischievous, as if indicating that she was plotting something. "Though the first few rounds will be on you GLGLGL" saying as she snatched up one of the man's two drinks and raised it so it almost touched her lips and the look on her face changed to a serious one "Unless this is poisoned." staring at the man as if he had. Pausing for a moment and changing back to her normal look as she slammed down the drink in one go "Guess its wasn't GLGLGL".
"I have to admit that this place has good stock." she said in response to Kingston's question, grabbing one of the full drinks that the bartender just placed on the table. "Kingston, who are you stationed under while you are here? For your sake hopefully not the dancer or the frog man" she said giving a few nicknames to some of the stranger captains stationed here at the casino.
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Post by Atticus Greene on Dec 1, 2012 10:43:16 GMT -5
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The woman kicked the chair to him, letting his hands grip the top with ease to stop it from wobbling. He took a seat between the two, feeling quite awkward as he wasn't a Marine anymore. "Thanks." Yeah, it was going to be a bit awkward for him. With strangers, maybe not but with Marines, possibly.
His attention turned over to the man he had spoken too before. Letting his fingers curl around a glass, as he took a tiny sip. After a few seconds, he could feel the liquid drop into his stomach, still feeling the sensation in his throat to drink more. Sort of like when he ate chocolate, he imagined the face and whispering to eat more. "It's got a rather, simple taste to it. Not as strong as other liquor I tasted before but, thin and delightful." Simply, he took another sip from the glass, feeling the same drops flow down his trachea.
Looking at the woman, she seemed rather.... strange. He thought that all Marines were serious and proper around strangers. I guess that law didn't affect the woman. His hand reached for his pocket, feeling only 4 coins. A uneasy smile curved his lips, his violet eyes gazing at her. "Yeah, I'll see what I can do...." His voice trailed off, almost like off a cliff. Having no money and no way to get out of it now. He watched the woman drink his second glass of scotch. Believe me, I wish it was, he thought casually in his head but, she quickly said something else. He chuckled sightly at her comment. Believe me, I wish.
Listening to the conversation, he took another sip. This must of been irrelevant to him. He wasn't a Marine. But, maybe he could get some insiders about pirates. As he was about to swallow, she said something about a frog man. Captain Frock! It must of been him, as he was the only one who liked to dress up as a frog and hop around the ship looking like one. He was his captain in the past. Very strange one. Letting the liquid settle in his stomach, he quickly entered the conversation. "I'm not trying to intrude into this discussion but, there is absolutely nothing wrong with working under Captain Frock." It could of been the liquor but, he wasn't drunk yet. It was probably just him, defending the man he worked under. The man who rarely trained him and gave him money to buy clothing.
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Post by Kingston S. Alphonse on Dec 1, 2012 16:29:28 GMT -5
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"I'm actually not stationed under any of the Captains within the area. I'm more along the lines of an 'drifter'; I get my commands from the superiors, and go where I'm needed. I find my locations by Marine boat and do whatever the Captain of said boat wants. But once I reach my location I help out any Marine I possibly can. Same goes for here, as well; I merely do what I can and help who I can. However, on my arrival here. I was indeed stationed under Captain Frock." |
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Post by Crocker L. Kass on Dec 1, 2012 17:05:18 GMT -5
At the sound of Atticus rebuttal she couldn't help but laugh a bit for he obviously knew who she was speaking of when she said the frog man, even more so had some bit of respect for the man. "GLGLGL i think that someone is getting a bit tipsy already GLGLGLGL." she said to Atticus, tipping her head down as she laughed at his expense.
"It would be a insult to say that he wasn't a good marine, but let us just say that the few times I had worked with him were... how should I put this... odd, awkwardly odd." she said remembering the last time she worked with the captain and him forcing all his subordinates to wear frog outfits, most of them rather embarrassing... he still sent her frog hats every month. Like she would wear such a disgraceful thing!
A Drifter? she thought at the concept, she had heard of those kinds of marines. Normally a position given to those who they have no place for at the time, and most tend to stay in that position due to that its easier to keep them within 'contract' work rather than a official position; mostly due to the paperwork. "So you did get placed under his command... has he tried to play dress up with you yet? GLGLGL" she said laughing at the image of the guy being in a frog outfit.
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Post by Atticus Greene on Dec 1, 2012 20:09:31 GMT -5
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He was absolutely positive that no man/woman was tipsy at this table, yet. Not one. Though, he could feel the alcohol kicking in, he wasn't tipsy or drunk. It was just a excuse. He knew Captain Frock was a captain of his word. Yes, he may of had to wear the silly uniform everyday but, he gave him money to make up for it. All the Marines laughed in the other ships from the way he and his peers dressed. Being humiliated everyday. But, Captain Frock kept his head held high and hopped along the deck. Proud that he was a frog. Instead of arguing with he woman, he ignored her comment.
As she said her next statement, he seemed over joyed that Captain Frock was still himself. Being strange and awkwardly perverted as he usually was on the ship. Whenever a female passed by, he would hop over to her to only get punched, not slapped. Smiling at the thought of him, and his glories as a Marine. Taking the last few sips of his scotch, listening to the conversation.
Yes, he heard about these, drifters. It seemed easier for them to be floating from one ship to another. Getting ordered around by others. I guess it wasn't bad when you could meet more Marines but, it just seemed to much of a hassle for Atticus. Yes, he sailed on different ships before, hopping on one to another and getting a few bounties but, not enough to buy anything rare. It was a problem. Listening rather carelessly and hearing only a few words that they were talking about, he lifted his hand, beckoning the bartender to get another three drinks. The woman did as she was told and started to prepare the beverages. He awaited his drink, only catching a few words that the pair were exchanging.
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Post by Kingston S. Alphonse on Dec 1, 2012 23:07:05 GMT -5
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"I wouldn't necessarily call it that, but he did put the crew and I in his trademark uniform. Why that man has so many costumes is beyond my comprehension. But that is one night I will not be forgetting anytime soon..."
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