This Crew is Bananas! (Felicia/Chopsticks Crew)
May 25, 2014 14:27:27 GMT -6
Post by Felicia Innistrad on May 25, 2014 14:27:27 GMT -6
LET'S ROCK!
COME ON, COME ON, LET'S GO!
The Chopsticks Crew
515
This was the third time that she had done a self check-up. Physically, nothing was wrong – she had even done a mini toxicity check on herself. So why was she feeling like this?
She stood at the docks, looking at the ship, her bag in tow. It was a true beauty, just like she had imagined. The sails were down, but she could imagine them open wide in the wind, which fluttered her scarf like the tail of some mythical being. The sun was shining bright on the sparkling sea, and the breeze brought the happy smell of salt to her nose. But as the medic looked over her new home, she still felt something at her gut, wrenching her. Just one more step onto the board, and she would be a sailor, adventurer, and new crewmate.
So why was it so difficult?
She felt as if she was chained to the ground. She had been so enthusiastic, and not even her father waving goodbye behind her had slowed her down. She had felt nothing like this before – never had she been slowed down when she was set to do something, life changing or otherwise. When she set out to challenge the other fighters on Orange, when she set out to become a medic, when she decided that she would join this crew, she had not given it a second thought. Was she really feeling… reluctant? Felicia Angelica Innistrad Markov, reluctant? What would her father say!
Her face, which at first was filled with a tad of simple amazement, was now turned into a wide smile. Her spiky silver-and-red hair was ruffled in the wind, and behind her the scarf which she never took off fluttered in the sea breeze. Blue and white shirt, orange overalls, work gloves at the ready, boots and leggings, shorts – everything seemed in order. Every single medicine, tool, and part that she owned (and that the hospital was willing to part with) was in the various pockets that her overalls had, as well as packed into her obscenely –large medikit which she had in her bag. Hidden among them was her diary, some extra clothes, her bananas, some extra supplies. It was only when one was packing when one noticed how little they actually owned. Her bag was large, but it didn’t seem to bother her. On her back was Avacyn, her spear, and at her hip her sword, Sorin. The medic took in a deep breath, and grabbing Avacyn’s hilt for her own self-assurement.
This would be her life – there was no point in being reluctant. Better march onto it stubbornly and without pause. She had met the swordsman and the captain – the medic wondered if the rest of the crews were redheads too. Taking her steps onto the ship, he smiled as the wood creaked under her, as if welcoming her in. If the ship liked her, what the hell. Her smiled widened and she began to move faster. Good thing she had come too.
”OIIIII! CAPTAIN YUMI! YOUR DOCTOR’S HERE! READY OR NOT, I’M ON BOARD!”
She stood at the docks, looking at the ship, her bag in tow. It was a true beauty, just like she had imagined. The sails were down, but she could imagine them open wide in the wind, which fluttered her scarf like the tail of some mythical being. The sun was shining bright on the sparkling sea, and the breeze brought the happy smell of salt to her nose. But as the medic looked over her new home, she still felt something at her gut, wrenching her. Just one more step onto the board, and she would be a sailor, adventurer, and new crewmate.
So why was it so difficult?
She felt as if she was chained to the ground. She had been so enthusiastic, and not even her father waving goodbye behind her had slowed her down. She had felt nothing like this before – never had she been slowed down when she was set to do something, life changing or otherwise. When she set out to challenge the other fighters on Orange, when she set out to become a medic, when she decided that she would join this crew, she had not given it a second thought. Was she really feeling… reluctant? Felicia Angelica Innistrad Markov, reluctant? What would her father say!
Her face, which at first was filled with a tad of simple amazement, was now turned into a wide smile. Her spiky silver-and-red hair was ruffled in the wind, and behind her the scarf which she never took off fluttered in the sea breeze. Blue and white shirt, orange overalls, work gloves at the ready, boots and leggings, shorts – everything seemed in order. Every single medicine, tool, and part that she owned (and that the hospital was willing to part with) was in the various pockets that her overalls had, as well as packed into her obscenely –large medikit which she had in her bag. Hidden among them was her diary, some extra clothes, her bananas, some extra supplies. It was only when one was packing when one noticed how little they actually owned. Her bag was large, but it didn’t seem to bother her. On her back was Avacyn, her spear, and at her hip her sword, Sorin. The medic took in a deep breath, and grabbing Avacyn’s hilt for her own self-assurement.
This would be her life – there was no point in being reluctant. Better march onto it stubbornly and without pause. She had met the swordsman and the captain – the medic wondered if the rest of the crews were redheads too. Taking her steps onto the ship, he smiled as the wood creaked under her, as if welcoming her in. If the ship liked her, what the hell. Her smiled widened and she began to move faster. Good thing she had come too.
”OIIIII! CAPTAIN YUMI! YOUR DOCTOR’S HERE! READY OR NOT, I’M ON BOARD!”
NOTES
I wanted to make it longer, but meh
CODED BY SYLVIE
