Intertwined Lifestyles [O] Nov 28, 2012 16:51:28 GMT -5
Post by Kingston S. Alphonse on Nov 28, 2012 16:51:28 GMT -5
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The Marine trekked through the blistering island pavement; his golden hue'd gaze directly in front of him as he strolled ever so calmly. Citizens on the little piece of land mass traveled through the roads talking amongst themselves, working to make a living, and living relatively happy. The sight of the little waterside city made Alphonse think of his life as a citizen; a good life it was, but it wasn't the life for him. He had unyielding passion for justice, virtually limitless strength, and the kindest of hearts; so the life of an Marine was the perfect calling for this boy. But the question arose. What exactly was he doing on this little island? A place like this haven't had any trouble within two years, so why? Honestly, Alphonse didn't know why. Maybe it's the fact this land mass reminds him so much of his own little island within South-Blue? Homesickness can drive even the calmest man into a frenzy of emotion. Exhaling a small gust of oxygen from his plump lips, Somewhat of a little small bakery caught his golden eyed attention.
"Some baked goods wouldn't hurt."
The Marine muttered to himself; the heavy black boots he wore kicking up great amounts of dust and sand as he ever so slowly made his way to the little bakery. Upon reaching the glass door, Alphonse twisted the metallic knob and pushed it inward. Above his head the door bell rung; the ringing causing the little old lady behind the counter aware of his presence. The elderly women eyed Alphonse and smiled; her wrinkled skin welcoming and the sweet smell of bread and cakes emitting from the ovens in the back room. With a simple and respect riddled bow, the Marine made his way over to the counter and looked at the everlasting treats behind the glass; the powerful smells causing his mouth to water and stomach to growl something vicious. The elderly women caught sight and sound of such actions and couldn't help but giggle at the youths behavior. The Marine couldn't take his eyes of the treats before him, what should he get? Maybe all of it? Yeah, all of it will surly do!