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justicereigns) wrote2010-01-30 03:24 am
justicereigns) wrote2010-01-30 03:24 am
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Ooc: Open Log
Who: You (should you choose to accept it obvs.)
Where: Random Pitstop Island to pick up Charle, get milk (no really), transfer pirate prisoners to a mainland prison, Garp and Smoker fight over Tea vs. Coffee, Smoker beats up more pirates and goes out on the bike. He needs it. Go wild if if you want to put something down like skipping in daffodils.
What: Whatever you want. Also Smoker's taking a motorcycle ride.
When: Whenever.
Why: Bored and still can't come up with a meme. It's a slow night. PLUS there are like 20 marines now. Start interacting with each other.
Rating: Whatever you want. Go wild. My notifs are barely working as it is. (I'll add in warnings for myself if it happens.)
Smoker rubbed his bike down with a cloth. A basic inspection now that they were at an island and he wanted to get out and stretch his legs. The buildings were too far apart for building jumping but that suited him just fine. He'd barely gotten to use his bike in the last few months and it was driving him crazy. Being in close quarters with Garp on a semi-regular basis only reminded him just how much he needed to break out. It was the same feeling he'd had as a teen, desperate to break free from all restraints and burn up the track. He needed the thrill of the hunt, the thrill of just being in motion, knowing that he was going somewhere he wanted to go, taking down foes, following true justice. Freedom really. Tashigi knew enough by now to know his plans regarding this so he didn't even bother informing her beyond the note he left on his desk. She had her own errands to run in any case.
He finished scrubbing down his bike, checking her over for any new nicks or scratches, wear and tear of the ocean and flicked the lights to life before shutting off the radio he'd had playing in the background. For the dozenth time in the last two hours, Smoker debated going up to find Karen to beg her to come out with him. He hated begging though, couldn't bring himself to do it. He really just wanted to pick her up, sit her on the bike and take off and just enjoy the bitching she gave him over it, but he had a feeling the repercussions would last longer than just her yelling at him. He ran a hand through his hair, trying once again to figure out how to deal with the woman. Garp solidified the feeling that he needed to figure it out, but the Vice Admiral seemed to think being confusing was just a woman's job in life. Actually, given nearly every other woman Smoker had ever known, that was quite possibly the case.
Maybe if he picked up some jewelry and flowers in town. Or a bottle of wine. Damn, the woman turned him around. One night stands he could deal with smoothly, but Karen would always be something else.
Where: Random Pitstop Island to pick up Charle, get milk (no really), transfer pirate prisoners to a mainland prison, Garp and Smoker fight over Tea vs. Coffee, Smoker beats up more pirates and goes out on the bike. He needs it. Go wild if if you want to put something down like skipping in daffodils.
What: Whatever you want. Also Smoker's taking a motorcycle ride.
When: Whenever.
Why: Bored and still can't come up with a meme. It's a slow night. PLUS there are like 20 marines now. Start interacting with each other.
Rating: Whatever you want. Go wild. My notifs are barely working as it is. (I'll add in warnings for myself if it happens.)
Smoker rubbed his bike down with a cloth. A basic inspection now that they were at an island and he wanted to get out and stretch his legs. The buildings were too far apart for building jumping but that suited him just fine. He'd barely gotten to use his bike in the last few months and it was driving him crazy. Being in close quarters with Garp on a semi-regular basis only reminded him just how much he needed to break out. It was the same feeling he'd had as a teen, desperate to break free from all restraints and burn up the track. He needed the thrill of the hunt, the thrill of just being in motion, knowing that he was going somewhere he wanted to go, taking down foes, following true justice. Freedom really. Tashigi knew enough by now to know his plans regarding this so he didn't even bother informing her beyond the note he left on his desk. She had her own errands to run in any case.
He finished scrubbing down his bike, checking her over for any new nicks or scratches, wear and tear of the ocean and flicked the lights to life before shutting off the radio he'd had playing in the background. For the dozenth time in the last two hours, Smoker debated going up to find Karen to beg her to come out with him. He hated begging though, couldn't bring himself to do it. He really just wanted to pick her up, sit her on the bike and take off and just enjoy the bitching she gave him over it, but he had a feeling the repercussions would last longer than just her yelling at him. He ran a hand through his hair, trying once again to figure out how to deal with the woman. Garp solidified the feeling that he needed to figure it out, but the Vice Admiral seemed to think being confusing was just a woman's job in life. Actually, given nearly every other woman Smoker had ever known, that was quite possibly the case.
Maybe if he picked up some jewelry and flowers in town. Or a bottle of wine. Damn, the woman turned him around. One night stands he could deal with smoothly, but Karen would always be something else.
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He went slightly closer and offered his normal hand, for a handshake. "Tsuzuki, right? Yes, I'm Allen," he said, his grin turning more serious as he crouched down near the foot of the bed, leaning against it.
"Help yourself."
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"Thank you so much!" He exclaimed with obvious effort. He pulled out two lollipops, unwrapped them, and stuck them both in his mouth. He sighed happily at the taste of sugar.