Bores of Wanderlust [open]

[Wonder Le'Vipervice]

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“ The heat of the midday was just beginning to fade as the sun began to set, and the noises of the forest had quieted to a soft murmur on the wind. The rustling of leaves and the occasional cry of an animal occasionally punctuated the stillness, but to the forest’s only human occupant it was not even remotely bothered by the noise. Leaning against the trunk, Wonder pondered on the future, turning a page on a book that he held in his right hand. It had been weeks since he had returned to the odyssey, but, despite the initial thrill of being able to walk the steadiness of land again, he had quickly become bored with the monotony of village life again. Wanderlust had always been his biggest downfall, and so he once again found himself packing his things and, falling gently to the ground. He paused momentary, looking up into the tree’s canopy, his book resting against his thigh. It had been weeks since he had been able to return, and yet he had only gone to see his hometown a handful of times. There was just…just something different, something that he couldn’t put his finger on. ” Bio

[cs=2] .word count; 189 .tags; wonder, wanderlust.

[Mortifero Abismo]

Some habits seemed to die hard. After time on land in who knew how long, and the black haired moron had gotten himself lost in the bloody woods. Mortifero wasn't even sure how the hell, or when, he had transitioned from paved streets to a damned forest, or how he hadn't noticed it. He had to guess that he had been wandering between the trees for at least an hour, that was minimum mind you. How he always managed this was beyond him, and the fact that he did it sober was even that much more impressive to this feat.

Sighing greatly Mortifero stopped in his relentless march and leaned up against a tree for a bit of rest. Pulling off his wide brim hat, the captain ran his gloved fingers through his black wavy hair. Confused and a bit tired, the man didn't really feel like wandering around for much more, as it was getting him nowhere and probably taking him further away from the town he had just been in.

Pushing off the tree Mortifero continued forward once more, slipping his hat back onto his mess of hair as the night grew ever closer. It was long after this did he see a shape between the trees. It took a bit, but he was eventually able to get a clear picture and see it was a man. Quickening his pace, the Marine moved towards the stranger with all haste. " 'Cuse me sir! Could ya point me towards town? I... Got lost while looking at the scenery here," He lie was obvious, but he didn't care, he just didn't want to be alone in these woods anymore, he was getting bored along with everything else.

[BOYD MORAITIS]

Graced by the late afternoon sun, our unitless warrant officer ambled about, a distiled expression dressing his face. The event-less day taking it's toll, his stride a little behind the average, his lids hemmed low, steadily staring at the sodden path before him. To his grand fortune, as usual, he was stationed in those places that just couldn't quite get enough of him. From crowded cities to desolate swamps, perhaps his commander was going bipolar on him. Never could make up his mind that man. But dabbling about the inefficiencies of his job would bring no change to his environment.

So he could only trudge through the earthly gunk below him, all the while trying to maintain an even head. Lord knew he was not going to be here to watch the sun set. The forest had other plans, as he found himself a little off from even more marshes. "Fuck,"he hissed under he breathe as he did a ninety-degrees turn and charged on until he found him feet thudding against the solid earth. Some luck had finally shone down upon him.

And in quick succession, he spotted life, two people, gathered to a tree, by appearance alone they weren't they type he wanted. Not that they dressed in some sort of "bad" theme, but what he was seeking for was one of the villages concealed within this island, or the townsfolk that were a part of a said village. It was more than a burden to find these people, especially when they wished not to be found.

But he was willing to take his chances, correcting his stature before motioning into their direction. "Afternoon folks," he offered with a gentle wave and a broad smile. It was best he fit in before he tried to weasel information out of these men.

[Calico D. Kirikazoku]

"What a wonderful day it is." A man with black hair covered by a green and black cap walked the streets of Kumate Island. He was bored and haven't started any trouble in like, three days. This was a total drag. He decided to go inside a weapon store. "Hm, interesting...but nothing I'm what I'm looking for." Calico said to himself studying the workmenship of the blades and guns. Even thought the weapons we top of the line, it isn't what he was looking. He walked out of the weapon store with all his money in his pocket.

He reached for the Bible that rested on his waist and starting reading, while he walked this crappy island. Man, after being here for about a hour, he wanted to left but had no fucking way of this island. This was total bullshit. Just when this day was starting getting worst, he spotted a crewmate of his. He didn't know who it was from the distance he was standing at. He walked closer to the man, to find it was no other then Wonder. "Hey, Wonder. What brings a man like you to a boring island like here?