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Moonlightbutterfly
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Post by moonlightbutterfly on Jun 29, 2018 3:28:10 GMT -5
Mina hated doing delivery runs like this, but they paid well enough and had a low enough risk so it was worth it in the end. She as usual had a set of tone dials loaded with songs in the earmuffs of her headphones, the volume loud enough where she can still hear it clearly yet she can still hear other people. The box she was holding was about the size of a cake, so she figured it was likely nothing suspicious, though for privacy's sake she didn't check to make sure it in fact was just a cake. Besides, it wasn't her job to ask questions, especially those kind of questions since she knew if they did lead to anything unsavory her dad wasn't going to let her work for these people anymore. She liked money so that wasn't in her best interest, and as long as she didn't have to do anything too bad it was fine.
As she walked across the streets of the town, it became more unfamiliar to her the further she went, her not quite used to going this far out of town. To edge town even less so, her following the addresses with no luck whatsoever in terms of finding the one she was looking for, the numbers she found so far off from what she needed to find it was actually genuinely funny. She sat down on the ground against a wall, groaning in annoyance as she looked around for someone to get directions from like a marine or something. She hated the thought of asking for help, especially from them of all people but...this was going to turn bad for her paycheck if she didn't, her finding the first marine she could get to talk to her "Hey, so like I need directions. You know this area well?"
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Post by bill on Jun 30, 2018 6:28:50 GMT -5
He knew these paths once, now they were twisted, twisted with his own ambitions. A tumultuous maelstrom of chaos, an illusory endeavour. What eldritch terror leapt and bounded in the cantankerous caverns of his mind? What deity howled and twisted at the abominable suffering of a man’s crazed ravings? A prophet of sin perhaps, a messiah of the unjust. Doth his marine protest too much? Such corrupted mocking song must only be heralded by an equally chaotic existence.
Ah, how his mind screamed. . . Such blissful agony . . . Such inhuman suffering . . . Such torture.
Did the inferno of oblivion really approach this closely? Did it hiss and howl and snap it’s jaws at his neck? This black dog of obliteration was the true damnable anarchist of his undoing. Ah how his hands fumbled, such foolish actions, such mediocrity in suffering and so he would draw a cigarette.
The flame crackled and the smoke sparked from the end, he took a deep drag, inhaling the smoke and letting it fill his throat and lungs. His mind slowly coalesced, like dew drops in the morning sun. The path formed and he walked along it.
Where was he? Ah, Dawn Island. That’s right. William Twist was stationed here on patrol, odd for a chore-boy but often they did this to get rid of him. There was something about his transfixing gaze that made his colleagues uncomfortable, he guessed it was how he always saw the solutions to the damnable problems that always cropped up on the ship. It also didn’t help that his solutions were better than his superiors, and that simply didn’t do in most cases.
He stood in front of a quaint bookshop, staring through the window at what titles were on display and turned around with a shake of his head. That wasn’t him anymore. He wasn’t that person. Sometimes he remembered what it was like to bind a book, to free it from it’s tattered prison and stitch back the spine. Sometimes he remembered what it was like to lovingly hold the repaired book and put it on the shelf for somebody to love it again. Sometimes he remembered.
But not today.
He was in a market district on the edge of the town, not that a chore-boy was a formidable enough marine to be out patrolling anyway. He closed his eyes and took another drag, exhaling and opening them, looking at the passersby as they walked. A mother with child. Man with his elderly mother. A couple . . . Ah. He breathed, slowly walking along the side of the street.
A voice cut through his inner musings and he stopped tilting his head at the girl who was crouching by the wall he was passing. He must be having an off-day usually he noticed people, or maybe his mind just registered her as a beggar?
“I’ve been patrolling for a while"
Twist scratched his chin thoughtfully.
“Remember some of it”
His eyes fell on her ears, what were those? He hadn’t seen anything like them before.
“What are they?” Twist asked gesturing at his own ears with a finger “And what are you looking for?”
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Post by Straw Hat Boy on Jul 18, 2018 11:31:32 GMT -5
It was a normal, quiet day in Dawn Island. The town was calm and the marines weren't especially occupied. In this time of day, everything was usually going well. Meaning, there were no criminal activities requiring the Marines' attention.
Two good friends who happened to be Marine soldiers waited in an alley, leaning against a wall. They were just given a break due to the lack of activity and were feasting on some delicious pieces of Sushi. They were two average-sized men; both human, of course. They were in their late 20's and appeared rather typical when thinking of marines; they wore lightly tanned skin, black, short hair along with stocky, muscular bodies.
The first one who was leaning against the wall facing off a girl who was seating there, discussing and asking some directions from their friend, Bil, who just left for a standard choreboy call - which was, in this case, an order to mop the captain's quarters. His name was Marco and he wore green eyes, along with a thick mustache and a trimmed beard. He wore a thick scar running on the bridge of his nose and wore a sour expression on his face. The other one, who was facing him had slightly longer black hair in addition to him being slightly taller than his friend. He wore a thick beard and wore brown, almost black eyes. His face was cleaner and he was definitely more handsome than his friend. His body was stocky yet somewhat more athletic than that of his friend. He was named Bruce.
The two turned around to eye the girl as their friend left. They scanned her body from head to toe and stop to look at her cleavage. She seemed young to them, but still in the acceptable zone. She looked like she was 18 or so. Marco eyed her intensively as Bruce scanned her body repeatedly.
"Hey, sugar," Marco said as he and Bruce slowly approached her. "I'm pretty familiar with this area, ya' know" he said and took a seat right next to her. "Where are you headed?" he said in a low, smooth tone, somewhat trying to impress her.
Tag! moonlightbutterfly. OOC notes: Yeah, I know, they're a couple of douches. But hey! A lot of marines are, and I think Mina is going to discover it pretty soon.
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