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Post by Detective Shiro on Mar 25, 2011 0:52:36 GMT -6
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[/div] [div style="font-family:georgia; color:#111111; font-style:italic; letter-[br"] spacing:1px; text-align:right; margin-bottom:10px;]You think you're in control...[/div][/td][/tr] [tr][td][bg=eeeeee][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=padding,5px,true] [div style="background-color:#e8e8e8; color:#111111; width:325px; height:325px; [br"] padding:15px; overflow:auto; text-align:justify; margin:5px;]
To think Ms. Edwards was stationed in this docile town. The place was filled with pacifists, that wasn't any fun on an ordinary day, even if they did hold drinking contests. Then again in some way, it was good to be in a place where she didn't need to have her guard up so much. Plus she had plenty of chore boys to do errands for her. Honestly, she didn't want to admit it but being a slave of the government had some benefits. Then again it might have been her weakness for money speaking to her but she found herself on the outskirts of town, laying under a tree.
She was sitting on a picnic blanket waiting for one of her chore boys to get her picnic basket of food. "Hopefully he comes soon, honestly he's got a ways to go if he wants to acquire strength." she mused to herself. Though of all the men in the Marines, she prefered to work with Chore Boys. They still had some of their innocence, as well as a drive to work harder. If only they could put their drive to making this world a better place, well...now that she was around, she'd begin to mould them for that very task. People would call this sabotoge but Fletcher himself had approved her and nobody dared to mess with Division Six.
Truly it was worth the risk of death to join this particular division. It was easy to get away with slacking when she needed to, plus other divisions dared not speak badly of them, well Division One was pretty proud themself. For them, she'd just display her prowress and not physical but medical. Speaking of physical prowress, she'd gotten rather lazy lately. It was a wonder that she had any fighting instinct left. Ah the wonderful scent in the air made her perish the thought. All she needed now was to look out at the sea, but she wasn't near one.
"Well, if I keep getting jobs like this then I really can't complain, can I?" she said aloud as she caught a glimpse of her Chore Boy in the distance.
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Post by EVANGELINE DE IRIS on Mar 25, 2011 1:22:55 GMT -6
"I will move fast, I will move slow
Take me where I have to go"
The day just seemed to blow by. Considering she hadn't actually been doing anything at all. Lately all she seemed to do was lazy around, but today was particularily a beautiful, serene day accept for a few high winds which were actually quite nice. It blew your hair, caressed itself against your cheek and seemed to surround you, pushing you in the whatever direction it pleased. At the moment, the young woman stood atop a rooftop, her arms spread wide, taking in all that the wind had to offer her.
Raising her head to the sky, she watched as the clouds blew across the sky. Their magnificent forms moving slowly whatever way the wind pleased them to go. Today, the young woman wouldn't enjoy a stroll the normal way. Instead, she would fly with the wind. Crouching down she leaped into the air, almost magnificently. So graceful, she soared through the air, her scarf blowing behind her as her arms were raised to the side, catching the air. Slowly she began to fall back down, her toes were pointed downwards almost propelling her downwards onto another rooftop. She leaped to another and another and another. Running along the top of the roofs until they ended.
Looking to her right she spotted a hill with a tree. It was perfect for relaxing underneath. Wonder why she had never encountered it before. One reason of which, she had just come here by means by which she only knew. Nathalia raced to the tree, not knowing that someone else was already there. As she ran, she passed by what seemed to be a messenger boy..carrying a picnic basket. She seemed to not have a care in the world however and continued to race towards the tree, once she felt she was close enough she propelled herself into the air and then moments later fell through the branches of the tree and stood on a branch. Looking down, she spotted a woman. But, she seemed to be minding her own business..and as long as someone else didn't arrive and the two started talking, Nathalia could relax, maybe even slumber in the tree. For now she leaned against the tree, as she sat on a tree branch that surprisingly held her weight.
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Post by Hei-bai De Knives. on Mar 25, 2011 2:46:25 GMT -6
 ” What if I was your imaginary enemy? [/b][/right]
The day was amazing for those who had the right to enjoy peace, even pirates that wondered into this town would probably loose they’re hostility and immediately wish to party in the town, as for this warrior he had just washed up not a few hours later as a pirate? No as a Chef. Hei-bai was continuing his search for delicious creatures and plants that made amazing meals, but by the moment in this peaceful place he caught the smell of a delicious aroma.
“That smell..”
[/I] The sleeveless black jacked danced wildly in the wind behind the Eel-noble who blazed down his own path jumping over any obstacle in the way he was merely following his instincts, but when he ran into the door of the shop whose dish fed his desire, it came as heartbreak that the food creating that smell took five hours. The master of the shop had just given the last batch to a young marine who was more than happy to explain his commander was waiting for that food… Maybe there was time to be a pirate. He hadn’t known it, but he was running along the ground as a young girl had been leaping from the rooftops, but they’re agenda’s were completely different Hei-bai was merely interested in the marine that stole that piece of heaven for this foolish person he called a commander! They had no right to eat something to great when they couldn’t order it themselves, that rich man’s belly wouldn’t appreciate it. This black hakama had never been whisked about so much before this incident that even his tools felt like they could go off with the wind.. He closed in on the marine who was running ‘like a complete love struck fool.’ ”Give me that basket damn it!” Hei-bai exclaimed at the marine who seemed to pick up speed, his rage built for this young man that he didn’t even realize the change in they’re scenery, he was just at his target when Hei-bai pounced crashing his large mass onto the back of the marine, his tail erupted from the cloth and tugged at his arms while his own secured the basket, but when they collided on the ground he could hear the marine screaming for his commander, when distant eyes turned to see his ‘mighty commander’ there sat the good doctor from his Eternus days. “Fate… Please find a hole and die in it.” He said staring at the woman, but there was another presence in his field? Where was it? [/justify][/center][/center][/font] |
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Post by Detective Shiro on Mar 25, 2011 3:11:43 GMT -6
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[div style="font-family:georgia; color:#003366; border-bottom:2px solid #ffffff; [br"]
margin-bottom:-15px; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:left;]You're just like gravity, you keep me on the ground... |
[/div] [div style="font-family:georgia; color:#111111; font-style:italic; letter-[br"] spacing:1px; text-align:right; margin-bottom:10px;]You think you're in control...[/div][/td][/tr] [tr][td][bg=eeeeee][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=padding,5px,true] [div style="background-color:#e8e8e8; color:#111111; width:325px; height:325px; [br"] padding:15px; overflow:auto; text-align:justify; margin:5px;]
Little did Ms. Edwards know but things were going to heat up real quick. She had spoken to the wind before looking into the distance to see her chore boy. At that moment she had an unexpected visitor, "Now who could that be?" she mused as she heard the branches ruffle. Yet her guest made no noise and so she shrugged and leaned against her tree peacefully.
Sadly peace wouldn't last for long, she heard the sound of a body crashing to the ground. Turning to look she saw her chore boy flat on his stomach and..."Hei-Bai what in the world?!" though as she said this, she let out one of her cables to swipe the basket away from his grasp. Said basket was hers, heck she even paid to get that delicious meal done up hours in advance!
"Well, the Chore boy paid with my money..." she mused but once the Basket was secure, she then rested it by her side and stood up. "I thought we wouldn't cross paths again, yet here you are. Still running as a Pirate I take it?" she didn't sneer when she said this, rather she sounded amused. With Hei-Bai around though it meant she might have to make an arrest. She'd see his angle for today first. It's not like the Chef had a serious bounty on him or anything and if he wasn't causing trouble then she could "ignore" his presence in the eye of the law and just sit as friends or so she hoped.
"Kindly release my soldier while you're at it, otherwise I'll have to charge you with a civil offense." a stark contrast from her days as a Pirate. She sounded so official, like she actually wasn't just in it for the money!
[/div][/td][td][bg=eeeeee][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style,text -align:justify;][atrb=padding,5px,true][div style="border:5px solid #ffffff; [br"] margin:5px; text-align:center;] [/div] [div style="font-family:georgia; background-color:#e8e8e8; color:#003366; border-[br"] bottom:2px solid #ffffff; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-15px]TAG(S)[/div] Chore Boys, assignment, on-duty, slacking[div style="font-family:georgia; background-color:#e8e8e8; color:#003366; border-[br"] bottom:2px solid #ffffff; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-15px]WORD COUNT [/div] N/A[div style="font-family:georgia; background-color:#e8e8e8; color:#003366; border-[br"] bottom:2px solid #ffffff; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-15px]MUSIC[/div] Control[div style="font-family:georgia; background-color:#e8e8e8; color:#003366; border-[br"] bottom:2px solid #ffffff; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-15px]NOTES[/div] Garbed in her Marine uniform[/td][/tr] [tr][td][cs=2][bg=eeeeee][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475px,true] [atrb=cellspaing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true] [div style="font-family:georgia; color:#003366; border-bottom:2px solid #ffffff; [br"] margin-bottom:-15px; letter-spacing:1px;] Watch how you talk to me...[/div] [div style="font-family:georgia; color:#111111; font-style:italic; letter-[br"] spacing:1px; text-align:right; margin-bottom:10px;]...Last I checked, I don't belong to you.[/div] [div style="text-align:right; font-size:10px; color:#000000; margin-top:-10px; [br"] margin-bottom:10px;] [/div][/td][/tr][/table] |
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Post by EVANGELINE DE IRIS on Mar 25, 2011 18:17:29 GMT -6
[bg=D7CFCB]"The low sky grieves with a face that's about to cry
Without ever doing so, it shaves off a moment"
Just as she closed her eyes, she could hear what seemed to be the chore boy she had passed by before screaming for someone. Great.. She finally managed to find a place to relax and maybe take a siesta and there had to be people around, being noisy. Sometime she just wished that they all became mute so that she could hear the beauty of the world. And it seemed the two knew each other. Great. She hoped they would leave...
However, the female became intrigued by the smell. The aroma. Even from within the basket, she could smell it. It was a wonder why she hadn't smelt it earlier when she was strolling through town. Perhaps, she could take her chance at stealing it, not that she was really a thief or anything. Well, she didn't steal often..but was quite stealthy. Silently while the three were distracted she slipped down from the tree and crept up behind the woman who had taken her basket back from the man. However, the basket was still in the lady's grasp..she crouched behind her and moved towards the basket gently lifting the cover of the basket. Oh my...it smells so GOOD! she exclaimed to herself. Reaching in she went in to snatch the food from the basket. Once it was within her grasp she would slip away, but there was always the chance that she would be noticed.. However, she was much more quicker than normal people!
This would be her first theft, ever. It intrigued her. Would she be successful? She only wanted the food because it smelled so wonderful. It wasn't like she didn't have the money to pay for it; she had money but it probably wasn't much to buy food like this.
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[/size][/blockquote] "The place that should be pleasantly warm
Is oppressive, and I throw open a window
I'm about to be flattened by heavy pressure
In the usual park that I run away into" [/td][/tr][/table][/blockquote] [/blockquote] |
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