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Post by Kingston S. Alphonse on Nov 28, 2012 16:51:28 GMT -5
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"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! |
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Post by dmitri d. nightengale on Nov 28, 2012 17:06:11 GMT -5
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THE POET AND THE PENDULUM forgive me, I have but two faces
one for the world, one for god, save me
This city could be deemed boring by his standards, there always seemed to be something going on yet nothing at all. A city like this was a contradiction in every sense of the word. A city was supposed to never sleep, but nothing out of the ordinary ever seemed to happen and life here seemed mundane at the best. They had been stuck at port here for nearly three days and Dmitri was already sick of it. There was just something about this place that did not sit well with him and perhaps that foreboding was more than just some feeling.
Walking into the bakery across from the inn he had been staying at, the blond would turn the metal doorknob and find himself in a world of baked goods and top quality treats for him to devour. However, he would not be the only customer here as there would be a man with snow white hair and a chiseled figure that screamed of strength. Who was this guy? That was all that crossed his mind, yet that thought passed just as fast it was formed.
Nodding at the old lady baker, she would respond with an uneasy yet friendly smile. Anyone could tell that the young male meant business or was at least about his business just by looking at his attire and his weapons. Oh, but there were the times were he had been mistaken for a simple brat playing 'pirate', how wrong those fools were. "If you stare at the pastries long enough maybe they will come alive and pay for themselves." A sarcastic, yet playful remark would come forth from his pursed lips as he cracked a condescending smile.
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Post by euridice schweetz on Nov 28, 2012 18:18:30 GMT -5
The Paper Pirates were in town and Euridice was in a shopping mood, a dangerous mood, a mood that tended to dry up the crew's savings. Something that usually got her in real big trouble with the Cap. But she made sure to be careful this time and only took enough to buy a full wardrobe if she wanted to. That didn't seem like a whole lot to her at all. Before she left the ship, she left a really pretty note with her lipstick on a mirror: Out to Lunch Teehee! <3 Euridice
Euridice found herself at one of the women's stores. Draping several dresses over her arm, she idly let her fingers stray over the soft and silky material, inhaled and sighed. She loved the feel of the fabric and the smell of new clothes. What was tiny and inconsequential to others was quite extraordinary to her. If it wasn't for the crew's money, she knew she would never be able to afford any of the dresses in her arms.
"I'll take this one, too!"
She smiled happily as she strode towards the entrance where she had to pay for the clothes. That is when her stomach protested with her and let out an enormous growl. She blinked, feeling surprised as she hadn't realized just how hungry she was! IT gave her a great idea. The crew didn't even have a cook yet, so most of their food was just plain horrible, especially with one with such discerning tastes such as herself.
Euridice paid for all of the clothes and left the store, carrying one bag over her shoulder and the other normally to one side. She could smell it from a mile away (the store was actually right across the street). Heavenly pastries, whipped cream frosted cakes, giant cookies, huge golden muffins and soft breads, oh my! Her eyes sparkled with delight and she ran forward and entered the little bakery.
Unfortunately for her there was already two people in front of her. Some pirate and some marine she really couldn't care less about. Euridice groaned. Boy did she hate waiting in lines! That's like combining two of the worst things in the world- waiting and lines. Patience was definitely not one of her virtues when it came down to those two things, and she was not afraid to make it clear. She tapped her foot impatiently with determination. After not even a minute, she roughly placed her bags down, placed her hands upon her hips and stomped her foot rather viciously on the ground.
"Ummm, hello?" Her bossy, youthfully high-pitched voice was loud and clear. "Can you hurry it up?? I don't have all day!!"
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Post by Kingston S. Alphonse on Nov 28, 2012 19:04:51 GMT -5
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The golden eyed male spoke; bringing his body to a full stationary position and turning around to face the source of the voice. Upon first glance Alphonse almost knew this stranger was in fact a pirate of some sorts. But the lad looked rather young; perhaps some kind of custom? Actor? The questions flooded into his thought process like a flooding sink. If this male was indeed a pirate, the Marine would have no other option but to subdue him. Well, if Alphonse was your typical Marine; which he wasn't. As far as he was concerned, this fellow was nothing more but an innocent bystander wanted to indulge in some delicious baked goods. Eyeing the shorter pirate, Alphonse soon realized he was more then likely holding up this fellow from buying what he wanted; something he had little to no intention of doing to anyone. So, with a bow drenched in respect and politeness he came back up and was just about to take a small step off to the side. But, right before he was able to attempt such a kind feat. The Marine noticed yet another individual waiting in line; this one female and oh so sassy. Alphonse's big golden eyes blinked a few times as he processed her words; she was indeed waiting, and hungry too. With one more bow coated in respect and kindness, the Marine took a step off to the side and awaited for the pirate and the newly discovered female to finish their order.
"Please forgive me. I had no idea others were behind me. And for this, I am sorry."
His face and the tone of voice emotionless as he casual crossed his arms up against his exposed chest. |
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Post by dmitri d. nightengale on Nov 29, 2012 2:13:05 GMT -5
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THE POET AND THE PENDULUM forgive me, I have but two faces
one for the world, one for god, save me
Yes, they were in a bakery but he had to say that everything was definitely at a level that most bakers couldn't even come close to touching. Now that he had begun to observe a display of apple turnovers, Dmitri realized just how much of a pretty penny that merely one or two items would cost him. In other words, he should choose wisely or end up buying something that didn't suit his tastes and waste his money. God, that better not happen. "Maybe." The blond would give the white haired man a rather short response, subconsciously urging him to hurry up.
The blond pirate didn't pay much attention to who walked in next, mostly because most women didn't deserve such attention. Simply because they looked decent didn't mean he would fawn over each and every one that crossed his path. Not only that, there didn't seem to be anything interesting or noteworthy about her from as far as he could observe. Well, except for her big mouth which the other male seemed to submit to easily enough as she shrieked at him to hurry up. Granted Dmitri had the same thought going on, it just wasn't really in her place aa she hadn't been waiting nearly as long as himself. Not to mention her indoor voice wasn't quite indoorsy at all. "Oi, are you always this obnoxious?" Dmitri would ask the girl as he turned to face her, his jade colored eye beginning to focus in on the girl.
"And you should be a bit embarassed to yield to someone so rude..." Maybe it wasn't his place to say anything, but considering how his ears had been so graciously rocked to their core he might as well be equally as frank.
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Post by euridice schweetz on Nov 29, 2012 3:27:54 GMT -5
Euridice smiled rather victoriously at the Marine's submission, but when the pretty boy pirate chimed in, she narrowed her magenta eyes and glared into his jaded ones.
"Excuse me?!"
She didn't like his attitude, not one bit. Calling him obnoxious? Who the hell did he think he was? Clearly he had no filter! Euridice began her angry mental rant as she felt insulted by the blonde's words, not taking into consideration her own cheeky behavior towards the two. Euridice pointed a finger at him, unafraid, and jabbed him in the chest with it. The man was taller than her, so she had to tilt her head up at him slightly.
"What he should be embarrassed about is yielding to a stinking PIRATE like YOU!!"
Of course, Euridice was a pirate, but neither the Marine nor the Pirate before her knew this. She was a new member of a new crew and not many people had heard about them, let alone little miss "Scissorhands". She stormed away from the two and towards the counter.
"I'll have a dozen Gougères, two pieces of Banana Bread, two Lucia muffins, and a slice of blueberry cake, please!! OH! And strawberries! LOTS of them!"
The little lady behind the counter took her order and fetched them all one at a time. Euridice crossed her arms and stuck her nose up to the ceiling in a rather stuck up manner as she waited for the old lady to finish.
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Post by Kingston S. Alphonse on Nov 29, 2012 16:07:22 GMT -5
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Alphonse explained to the pirate; arms still crossed and face emotionless even though great feeling and pride emitted from his body and voice. Honestly, he didn't find the unknown females actions crude and rude; just sassy if anything. If he would've been more decisive from the beginning this entire situation could've more then likely been avoided. But there was no point in crying over spoiled milk; or however the saying goes. The only thing the young Marine could do now is defuse the situation before it escalated even further then it did. But before he even decided to get in between these two, the golden hue'd male watched as the duo argued back and fourth; like an old married couple. The female responded to the pirates remark with fearless actions; she let it be known she took no mess from anyone; a trait Alphonse respected within Marine and Pirate alike. It also seemed this unknown lady also thought this male to be of Pirate nature. But still, Alphonse remained a little skeptical. Or, a better term to use; he just didn't care. Regardless of this, the female paid the pirate no more mind. She strolled over to the counter and ordered large sums of sweets as if nothing happened in the first place. Suddenly, the Marine blinked his eyes cluelessly a few number of times as a grand idea coursed through his mind. With arms still crossed up against his chest, his golden optics looked over the pirate and female.
"I feel 100% responsible for all of this. So, to defuse the situation, how about I buy you both all your sweets. Really, I don't mind." |
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Post by dmitri d. nightengale on Nov 29, 2012 19:10:34 GMT -5
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THE POET AND THE PENDULUM forgive me, I have but two faces
one for the world, one for god, save me
Ha, so there. It seemed that not only did she have a loud mouth but a short temper that went hand in hand with it. How unfortunate, but it was these type of individuals whom he did not like. The fact that she was a female on top of it all made his disdain for her grow even more. After all, women should act like women and conduct themselves in a fairly respectful manner. Not that he was sexist, but more or less he disliked barbaric individuals. "Seems I struck a chord."The male would say as she poked him with her finger. But as she walked away from him and with the words the other man said, he couldn't help but chuckle ever so lightly at the two of them. They were kind of pitiful, but the man wasn't all too bad, he seemed kind of nice. Regardless, this woman shouldn't have her way.
"Puhhh -lease. Yielding to Dmitri Nightengale of the Dusk Pirates is an honor. But to show you a token of my goodwill, how about I pay for both of your treats ?" He would say as he pulled out a small sack of golden coins from his pocket, equaling the value of at least half of the treats in the display. Throwing the bag on the counter, he would close his eyes with a short sigh. Just as the old woman bag up the lady's sweets, he would unleash his sword and simply cut the bag as well as its contents to shreds, flinging baked goods all over the place. It would almost look like a crime scene, except instead of blood it would strawberry pulp.
"It seems I popped your cherries. Or strawberries. Whichever." With a rather apologetic look on his face, he would shrug toward the old lady and the marine. "Sorry." Annoying wenches needed to stay in their place. There was no longer room in this world for annoying people, they were just far too many of them. Pissing off each person one by one seemed to be an interesting enough venture when they decided to annoy him. Just turned out that today it would be some dumb in the head fire crotch wench.
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Post by euridice schweetz on Nov 30, 2012 1:29:39 GMT -5
The Marine was a kind man who's demeanor was absolutely calm and collected. Euridice didn't mind him at all. When he offered to pay, she turned him down by not saying a word to him about it. It was a kind gesture, but it was unnecessary. Now, the other Pirate, for whatever reason, decided to mimic the Marine's actions and offered to pay, as well. Euridice rolled her eyes. It was not as if they could see her what with her back facing them, but she did it anyway. This "Dimitri" guy might have sounded noble had he not been so cocky about it. Especially not after the much better behaved Marine had offered beforehand. He just sounded silly.
"I don't accept money from the scum of the seas."
That being pirates, of course.
The old lady was just about finished packing her things. The Captain was probably going to be upset for her spending so much money on new clothes, but she would make up for it by showing up with all of these goodies! Then he couldn't possibly be upset! Though she would probably have to eat a muffin or two before she arrived back at the ship. He might want to eat everything along with Terry. But she'd only know them for a very short time. For all she knew, they might not even like sweets at all.
Euridice was all smiles now that she had her arms around the bags. She picked them up and turned to leave, but was intercepted as Dimitri cut all of her bags open, spilling all of its contents everywhere. She gasped as he did so. Some of the strawberry splashed on her face. Some landed on the Marine next to her. Euridice was shocked at what Dimitri had done. Not because she wanted to cry over the ruined sweets. But because the first thing that she could think of was how the old lady was the one who had to deal with it.
She could hear the little old lady shout out in devastation and her heart wrenched with sympathy. She turned and saw her sad face crinkled from old age and hard work. A lot of that work was completely ruined and scattered about her tiny shop. Euridice turned to glare at the Pirate.
Euridice may only have been a pirate for a week, or however long it's been, but she was a Bounty Hunter for as long as she could first speak and walk. From her parents and her grandparents and her great grandparents and on and on and on. That long lineage of Bounty Hunters was beginning to pop its head out, and her blood boiled with the natural hate she had carried against Pirates for so long. This man was a prime example of why she hated them. Euridice might have been bossy and rude, but he was just out of control.
"Pirates are nothing but trouble."
Perhaps she should just collect the guy's bounty. Surely he must have had quite the sum on his head. That did sound nice, but she had to take care of something first. Euridice wiped some of the strawberry juice off of her person and stormed past the idiot. She started to help the old lady clean up the mess he had made.
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Post by Kingston S. Alphonse on Nov 30, 2012 16:36:29 GMT -5
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"Such actions were uncalled for. I advise you to leave this establishment before further needless actions commence."
His voice remained deep and prideful as he fixed his gaze upon the girl helping the old bakery clean the mess up. Alphonse couldn't help but feel responsible for all this; if only he could've been more decisive. Making his way over to the old bakery and the unknown female, the Marine bowed to them both before getting on one knee and picking up the remains of smashed goods. As he did this, the young Marine looked up at the rather upset girl and her dirtied new clothes, and spoke.
"I thank you for being the bigger person through this situation. I'm sorry about your items and treats, and when we are done here It'll be my pleasure to replace both of them, and fully." |
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Post by Anne Read on Nov 30, 2012 17:50:12 GMT -5
Anne was 'famished'. It was a big word. A big, strong word that meant she was hungry enough to murder small animals and devour their innards. She didn't usually get this hungry, even with her aimless wondering. But the red head had managed to go a full two days without getting her hands on something to eat. Two days of non-stop searching. The woman was nearly zombie like, her eye had rings around them and her ribs were poking out a bit. Anne had even lost her usual enthusiasm, being a tad grouchy in her state. So she'd gone from bombastic declarations to mumbling her replies to people.
Shuffling into the nearest store, a bit hunch backed, the woman looked around the store and spotted the counter. She slowly made her way up, ignoring whoever had been in front of her. Anne was sure she must have been a sight in the shop to all those present but eh. Too hungry, didn't care.
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Post by dmitri d. nightengale on Dec 2, 2012 18:02:00 GMT -5
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THE POET AND THE PENDULUM forgive me, I have but two faces
one for the world, one for god, save me
Oh my, it looks like he had made a couple of not so friendly acquaintances as of now. Granted he really didn't do much harm except make a mess inside of the bakery, but other than that he refused to get hostile. Dmitri wasn't exactly a confrontational person, yet the concept of pushing someone's buttons made his skin tingle with anticipation. It wasn't like he started this little exchange, he just wanted to put that rude woman in her place and teach her that humility was an important virtue. Just blasting off at the mouth with no tact at all, she could have a least told the man to hurry up without being a jerk. It wasn't as if he didn't pay the old lady a sum of gold that was substantial enough to compensate for the treats he ruined, the time she would waste cleaning up the mess and then some. They were blowing things out of proportions, how sad. How easily people could take things so far when nothing was that serious.
"Trouble? Maybe." He would say with a light shrug and a calm, almost indifferent expression to the young lady's words. "You say that, but would a troublesome pirate really give an old lady with a struggling bakery a bunch of gold equivalent to the beli that she would normally make in two days work to make all for the compensation of cleaning up a small mess of strawberry jam and a few crumbs?" Pirates never gave their goods away so easily, especially things as valuable as gold which was worth more than simple beli. He loved common people more than the marines, he supported the rights and freedoms of the world's citizens. Perhaps his intentions weren't always so clear, but life wasn't meant to be a simple concept to be understood. The world was a complex place with complex people.
Looking at the door at this point, he would make note of the familiar older woman walking in. Why was she here? Was she following him? "Oi, lady. You always seem to pop up at the right time. This man just threatened me after being so charitable to this old woman, yet while disgracing another. Does my massacre against these baked goods outweigh the charity of this small pouch of gold I have given her? Do you, sir, really think so small, that you measure every action in black and white? If you really think that's how this world is and if you think I care much for your threats then you are dumb." His retort would shoot out of his mouth toward the man like a gunshot in the dark, allowing everyone to see the muzzle flash before he hit his mark. It wasn't that Dmitri happened to be trying to start a fight, but merely invite others to hear his philosophy to allow them to get a better picture of him.
They were so stupid to take things like this so seriously. But if they wanted to be so serious, then serious the situation would become. The pirate was not craven nor fool, simply a young pirate with an iron will on his way to the top.
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Post by euridice schweetz on Dec 4, 2012 6:42:07 GMT -5
Euridice rolled her eyes. They had just about finished cleaning up the mess, but Euridice politely asked the old lady for the same order again. She didn't want to trouble the lady any longer but she insisted that it was okay. The whole time, the pretty boy wouldn't shut his trap. He just kept talking and talking. He even brought a newcomer into something that had absolutely nothing to do with her. The poor girl looked so hungry. Why was he troubling her with such nonsense? He was only being perceived as that rich guy that always got what he wanted.
Idiot.
"You think you're soooo cool, with all your gold," Euridice replied with a mocking tone. He was more annoying now than ever before. She wasn't looking at him. Euridice was waiting for the same order she had placed before. She reminded herself to give the hungry looking girl a muffin on her way out. Seriously, she looked a real mess. She even had the urge to pull out one of the pretty dresses she had bought and just downright give it to her!
"You're a snobby, rich, and petty pirate. You think the rest of the world is beneath you. That you can walk into an honest bakery shop, make a mess just because you can pay for all the trouble you cause! You're despicable!"
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Post by Kingston S. Alphonse on Dec 4, 2012 16:36:16 GMT -5
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"Do you understand this outcome could've been much worse? When it all boils down to the deciding factor. The one with the most control and bigger heart decides the outcome of any confrontation. You may have had no intention in causing any real violence, but your actions and remarks say otherwise. What if she did decided to seek revenge for your actions, and attacked? Surly your generous gift couldn't restore the damage to the shop nor could it restore the damage to this poor elderly womens heart."
Taking one small pause, the young Marine fixed his gaze upon the newcomer; she seemed to be getting worse with each passing second.
"There's nothing wrong with having black and white perception. Typically, because there's always hidden, yet still at the same time clearly visible factors others seem to ignore for some unknown reason." |
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