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Post by ARTHURIA ZENITH on Apr 25, 2012 11:56:32 GMT -6
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The air was warm and the sea peaceful while a light, cool spray came from the sea at every lapping wave. The beautiful sun overhead wasn't overbearing, nor did it shrink away from its duty to provide warmth for the area. All in all, it was a great day that begged everyone to go out and enjoy the atmosphere. Being cooped up inside at a time like this would be one of the highest crimes that the woman hopping off the boat could think of, at this very moment at least.
The young woman walked down the pier where her marine ship was docked and disappeared before her subordinate had noticed she was gone and yelled across the bow. He turned back to look in her office, where a mound of different requests from the crew stood waiting for review. His own request was in there as well, and he couldn't help but think how irresponsible his captain was. Gone and left a mountain of paperwork sitting untouched. Typical.
During this time, Augusta walked quietly down the street, making extra careful not to trip on any of the cracks in the street. She was making a concerned effort to try to be a little less clumsy, but her attempts were really not providing many results. Just the other day, she had hung her skirt on something and almost ripped it right off. That was one of her favorites as well. Blue with some white trim. Ugh. She went through so many things she fancied through her own lack of awareness.
A nearby park proved to be one of the best places to rest, so she plopped down on her back and stretched out. Augusta could feel the eyes of the people in the area on her, but ignored them. Marines didn't normally have anything to do with Ohara. It was peaceful enough as is. As she drifted into daydreams, something kept nagging her. It felt like she had forgotten something... but she just couldn't put her finger on it.
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Post by ARAS ALT — EISEN on Apr 25, 2012 14:59:03 GMT -6
Ohara was a wonderful place to live for it managed to separate itself from the constant piracy and anarchy that ravaged the seas. It was all possible due to the firm and dedicated pacifists that inhabitated the tropical island, doing their best to keep their home beautiful and free of any senseless violence. Ohara’s residents were also known for being very knowledgeable scholars and the island nation housed some of the most massive and intricate libraries across the Blues.
But there was one exception.
Goofily bounding through the park’s expanses was a small adolescent child, the pilot’s hat on top of his bald head bopping up and down with every footstep. The leather straps swung to and fro, occasionally slapping the kid lightly on his dark-skinned cheeks. Now, Aras was born in Ohara and had been living in the peaceful, tropical paradise ever since then. At a young age, he was already exposed to literature and his parents began to take the measures necessary in order to nudge their child down the scholarly path. However, it didn’t truly work out. Aras was never that smart, he knew that. He had seen people in the town who could learn new concepts in but a few moments and use their intelligence to build mind-boggling constructs and even to gain an upper hand in battle.
While for Aras, he was lucky if he could find which way was North on a compass.
It didn’t bruise the kid’s self-esteem though. While Aras may not be a genius, he had insane amounts of willpower, displayed by his utter refusal of giving up. Of course, his willpower hadn’t been tested to the extremes and as such, Aras didn’t even know as to how driven he could be to accomplish something, whether it be simple or much greater. He was also unusually tough for a kid his age, as shown where he fell from a roof of a three-story building and merely got back on his feet without a bump or bruise on him.
“Hmm?”
His black eyes drifted towards the reclining Marine, one who seemed to be definitely enjoying Ohara’s pleasantries. Though he didn’t want to be rude in disturbing her, Aras just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to socialize. After all, he absolutely loved to make new friends. With a childish smile, the four foot ten explorer moseyed on over towards the resting Captain, his shadow casting over her porcelain face.
“Hi! Are you watching the clouds? Can I watch clouds with you!?”
Already, Aras was getting giddy with excitement. He bounced on the tips of his toes, eagerly awaiting the raven-haired femme's answer.
Word Count: 438
OOC: !!
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Post by Admiral Susanoo on Apr 25, 2012 19:39:52 GMT -6
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Interesting was the first word which popped into his head after swallowing the food in his mouth. The Admiral wished to take a sit and enjoy his grapefruit before continuing his stroll of the city. Lucky, the marine found a park which only appeared to be inhabited by two people, one of which he believed he met before but wasn't entirely sure. Of course, he ignored this fact and took a sit on a nearby bench then once again, took a bit out his grapefruit. Yes indeed, this was a peaceful day. He wished that more days would turn out like this and less like ones with morons screaming all the time for help or being fucking asshole, killing Susanoo's peace in the process. Hm, just thinking about them started to piss the marine off. Taking another deep breathe, the marine began to cool down and enjoy life.
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Post by ARTHURIA ZENITH on Apr 26, 2012 22:09:32 GMT -6
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Her eyes faded from focus, allowing her mind to drift among the clouds. For all she knew, Augusta was on Skypiea, enjoying the plush pillows, and other amenities that were offered there. She battled through seas of white cloud soldiers, rescued many innocents, then was scooped up and nestled into the clouds by her own prince. None of this was real, and really only some of it was an actual desire. But in her free time, her mind could wander in all sorts of random directions. Today was more of a princess story than anything.
During this time, she was approached by a younger boy. She was completely unaware of anything when he spoke up, startling her and causing her to roll over three times after jumping two or three feet off the ground with nothing but her back. When she finally cut her eyes over to the boy, he wasn't frightening at all. He had just surprised the poor woman lost in her own nap-like trance.
She hadn't really heard the first thing he said, but when he spoke again, she listened quietly, a disheveled look about her hair and clothes now grassy from her roll. The boy seemed overly excited. Perhaps from his meeting the first marine of his life. Though it was rare that anyone reacted so positively to a marine presence unless their life was directly in danger. Until then, most of the peacekeepers got treated like a nuisance.
"I suppose you can. I was just daydreaming." she said, allowing a smile to bridge her face. She always liked kids, not that she was much more than a kid herself.
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