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Post by Anne Read on Nov 30, 2012 19:08:33 GMT -5
"Grandmother?" She asked, puzzled. Her grandmother was here? What were the odds of such a thing happening?...Pretty high, considering how populated the city was. But how were the odds that she'd met a fellow marine and Anne (junior) had just so happened to bump into her on the streets? Approximately 3,720 to 1. Or so her mother told her, snickering to herself. Her father just gave his wife a weary look before going back to his paper.
Looking past her fellow marine she noticed a familiar brand of red hair and sly smiles. Eyes twinkling, Anne pushed aside the man and nearly tackled the woman into a hug. "Grandma! I can't believe you're here!" She squealed, squeezing the woman with all her might.
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Post by Anne Read on Nov 30, 2012 19:17:36 GMT -5
Anne smirked as her overly-energetic grand-daughter nearly ran the poor woman over. Finding herself in the arms of one of her darlings, Anne was more then happy to return her child's hug... while wishing the girl had been a bit more gentle. "Hello sweetie! I've been looking everywhere for you~." This had been a lie, obviously. She'd been wandering around aimlessly and it was just a happy coincidence that she'd stumble across her most optimistic grandchild. While harassing a marine about finding her. 'Lucky' did not even begin to describe this.
So, naturally, while she was embraced with Anne (junior), Anne (senior) stuck her tongue out at the marine. As if to say 'I told you so~'.
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Post by feilong on Nov 30, 2012 19:32:40 GMT -5
With the movement of his legs and his hands within his pockets his eyes gestured to the side, walking with a calm motion throughout his frame. As Anne started to recognize her "grandmother", she had screamed such. With a head turn, he'd watched them embrace one another. He guessed it was true after all, but who really cared either way it went.
As she stuck her tongue out however, he started to gain a sense of disturbing anger. "Who cares if you're her grandmother, you found her now... just go away." He pressed his hat deeper through use of his thumb and index against his hat. As he moved forward, he sighed deeply. It was a little bit of jealousy too in that expression. He was generally alone anyway, his "grandfather" wasn't his grandfather and he had no siblings or friends.
He was alone in this world because he chose to be. People only got in the way of what was needed to be done. His fists were his only friends and he accepted that as his reward for life. A true loner in this world which made him cold, calculating, and overall stoic in most things. As he took his right hand out of his pocket, he watched it.
All the things that he'd done to get this far, he had even killed during his first year of traveling. It was to stop the evils of pirates, to destroy the evils of criminals. The fist in blood... was a path that he'd follow. With "Absolute Justice" backing him.
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Post by Anne Read on Dec 1, 2012 20:18:19 GMT -5
Anne had, of course, been babbling nonstop to her red head senior. Going on and on about different sights, people, oceans she'd seen during her stay with the marines. It'd only been the man's comment that'd snapped her out of her stream of words and expressions. Releasing her grandmother from the, for many people, bone crushing hold, Anne turned back to her fellow marine.
"I'm sorry, I nearly forgot!" She said, stuffing her hands her pockets and grasping around for something. Yanking a letter out of her pocket, Ms. Read happily presented it to the man in front of them. "You're Feilong, right? I've been searching for you! You got a letter from HQ about something. Not sure what it is..." She was a chore boy. Chore boys aren't told things. Except 'go here', 'deliver this', 'mop the floor'. Well, she was sure it was nothing important or anything...else they wouldn't have gotten her to do it.
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Post by Anne Read on Dec 1, 2012 21:06:03 GMT -5
Anne frowned. Oh, she'd seen that look before. It was something resembling the look of a lost puppy. Usually given by those who'd feel like they didn't have a friend in the world. Hmm. Maybe that's why Mr.stick in the rear was so buff? All that spare time was put towards his martial pursuits? Well, that was just (mentally) unhealthy. Oho, Anne would have to do something about that, now wouldn't she?
Yanking her daughter back and whispering conspiring-ly while the man was trying to open his letter, she let her grand-daughter in on the plan. When Anne (junior) had given her confused looks, Anne (senior) swatted her on the bottom and told her to get to it. Circling around the man and inter-twinning her arms with his, it looked like he was a gentleman escorting her. Glancing at his other side and seeing her grand-daughter had taken his free arm, Anne smiled.
"Now then, Mr. Marine. Since we're all here together, how about you treat us to something nice~? Oh no, no need to say anything dearie~. We both know just how eager you must be to treat two ladies to lunch..." She said, practically yanking the man together with her grand daughter. It almost felt like they were kidnapping the poor boy with how they were rough handling him.
Maybe they were?
"...And these are pictures of when Anne was fourteen months old, See? She's already walking~." Anne the senior said, one hand cupped on her cheek as she held the picture out to Feilong with her other. Anne (junior), who sat next to the older red head, had steam coming out of her ears. The poor girl was on the verge of dying from embarrassment. Her grand-mother had decided the best ice breaker had been to whip out her collection of grand children baby pictures that she for some reason always had on her.
Anne, knowing that marines were often lacking in funds, had chosen a rather simple and affordable cafe to park all of them. She wasn't a cruel person, after all.
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Post by feilong on Dec 1, 2012 21:37:21 GMT -5
She had stopped in front of him... was this a day that he'd have to just go through the hell that was to be considered for all things ridiculous? He wasn't capable of anticipating someones emotions well, and was even worse at understanding them. Especially when it came to women, he was so serious all the time, had it hardened him, to effectively do his job? Maybe it had... the most he felt was sadness, anger and rage...
A letter? He'd outreached his hand to grasp for it, looking at it for a time before turning it over. His eyes deepened in concentration towards it, thinking and processing what had been given to him. "Marine Headquarters... the official seal at that." As he started to open the letter, he was pulled and tugged by the arm. As he took his eyes towards the "Chore Girl". "What the hell are you doing?"
Afterward he'd heard the voice of the "Grandmother" and with a growl under his lips, he'd say nothing and pulled his arm from the Chore Girl. He'd guessed that for being so rude to her he'd pay her back. But said nothing towards it. He'd only began his own walk as his eyes closed once more. He would say nothing along the way, following the female with his hands in his pockets.
She had began to talk once more, about boring stuff he cared nothing about. His eyes gazed at the ocean, taking his time to step, listening to the walking path and patterns. What was with today anyway, he didn't have problems like this any other day... what made this day so special?
As they had finally stopped, he sat in the seat across from the "Senior" Anne. And took a breath. His arm spread across the chair as he'd placed out his book, "The Depths of Tomorrow". His eyes gazed at the words in the book, he didn't make eye contact.
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