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Post by Crocker L. Kass on Dec 2, 2012 2:09:23 GMT -5
As what most people would think as she slammed down one drink after another the good captain was no stranger to the drink, one of the strange few that were capable of consuming large amounts with little to no effect. In her own opinion it was quite the hard hitter on the wallet, especially if she needed to get a buzz for once. Meaning that her attitude while she was drinking was not due to the drink, rather it was just her taking full advantage of her break.
"I give the good captain a few points on persistence and self-confidence, he can definitely take a few hits." saying as she thought back to the numerous times that he had made a pass at her, and she would reply rather violently.
She was about to say something though realized that she didn't even know who the other marine was. "I just realized that i never caught your name. So who might you be then and what brings you to this gamblers den?" asking the man as she slammed down another drink. Looking at the few empty glasses in front of the other two thinking that they needed to catch up, though their tolerances were most likely no where near her own.
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Post by Atticus Greene on Dec 2, 2012 18:41:00 GMT -5
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The regular frog uniform wasn't enough for Captain Frock. No, he had to have a pink ballet frog uniform and even a stripper outfit. With a frog hat and large eyes which covered the nipples of his torso. He didn't know why Captain Frock had all these deranged outfits. Furthermore, who actually wanted to make them for his slimy body. The blue slime which covered every part of him and sometimes jumping off the ship just to re-moist himself from becoming a large dish of frog legs. The male Marine reminded him of when he also had to wear the large frog hat and the blue slimy outfit. It gave him chills just to remember being inside that inferior slime. "You and me both, mate." He had to agree with the Marine. It was a disgusting and irreversible memory which is engraved in your mind, forever.
His attention flung back to the Captain. Oh yeah, Captain Frock was a man of his word. Wouldn't give up until he knew it was a lost cause.
Part of his body jumped as he heard another glass slam on the table. Maybe ordering drinks wasn't such a pleasant idea. This captain must of been no stranger to the jungle of alcohol. She literally was a beast when it came to liquor. Someone he wouldn't dare verse in any competition. Clearing his throat, letting a smile fade onto his lips. "Atticus, Atticus Greene. Unfortunately, I am no Marine but a hunter." Bowing slightly to the both of them, courteously. A bounty hunter waiting to gain another pirate's head for a little beli. Which didn't seem to be going to well? Pirates and their ships these days. It was so troublesome to take another voyage on a ship which seemed to be traveling the opposite way on where he wanted to go. But, the best part of it is when the captain and crew get sick from a bit a poison. A secret ingredient which involved his new friends to take a trip with death.
"I am here to only seek a bit of beli like any other man or woman on this island. Maybe even meet new friends." Replying to her last question, sipping the last drops of his scotch and placing it quietly on the table. He didn't want to scare himself with that kind of noise.
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Post by Kingston S. Alphonse on Dec 2, 2012 22:28:53 GMT -5
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"Bounty Hunter? Great occupation you have there, Mister Greene."
Alphonse replied; repaying the kind gestured bow with one of his own. It's funny, really. If being one with the Marines proved to be the lifestyle Alphonse didn't want, becoming a Bounty Hunter was next in line. However, Bounty Hunters follow no rules; "secret hero's of the blues", Alphonse and his other siblings called them growing up as children. Becoming one with the Marines just seemed like the overall best option; and it turned out to be. He is now living his dream and he can only go up from this point onward. Alphonse really respected this man for his dangerous occupation. The male continued to listen as Atticus explained his reasons for being within such an establishment. And it all made sense, A Bounty-Hunter stalking for that one easy catch during all this merriment and alcohol devouring event. It's no real secret that ones true colors expose themselves when under the influence. So if pirates get drunk when being around such rich and well established royalty, businessmen, and citizens. They are bound to slip up sooner or later if they aren't careful. Quite clever, actually. Also, it was always nice to make new friends; one could never have to many of those.
"Well drink up, friend. Enjoy yourself."
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Post by Crocker L. Kass on Dec 2, 2012 23:17:28 GMT -5
"A bounty hunter, outside of the outfit one would almost mistake you for a marine GLGLGL." she said as the way the man spoke of the marines almost made it sound like he was one as well. Figuring that the man merely had some background with the marines or a former one. She to once considered the life of a bounty hunter, mostly just in a rebellious stage when she was younger, though being a hunter did have its perks here and there. But for obvious reasons she preferred the life of a marine.
She gave the man a slight nod when he bowed down her head towards him, chuckling a bit at the the friendly jester. Thinking that if it was actually allowed she herself would probably try to turn in a few bounties for some extra cash, though unfortunately for that idea it was obviously frowned upon.
Becoming somewhat interested in the hunter now she decided to ask him a few more questions "So Mr. Greene, since this is a casino, has your luck been good with the hunting here?" she asked as there were most likely numerous bounty hunters at the casino by now and most of the easy catches were taken by now. They also made her job allot easier as they take out the idiots and those who draw attention to themselves quickly, meaning that her own breaks stayed as breaks. Otherwise she would probably still be on patrol beating and locking up one pirate after another who tried to make a quick buck with robbery. "Well since your making my job a whole lot easier, I say that you are on the right path of getting on a few marines good sides GLGLGL." she said even though her job on the boat was busy enough, even with the numerous bounty hunters there.
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