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Post by Bunji Crosslove on Apr 15, 2014 2:13:23 GMT -6
WORDS 361 TAGS SELA NOTES small notes | W hat a simple place, there was nothing out of the ordinary here or nothing that inspired anything except for wanting to get the hell out of here as fast as possible. With a deep sigh escaping his parting lips Bunji found himself sitting on a bench, he was relaxing allowing his cloak to freely flow down from his figure no shirt under so his sculpted physique was visible to all and any eyes that were curious enough to glance. The red haired man found himself staring at the distant skies high above, looming over this simple town the midday sun embracing all those who filled the streets of the town this day. He would hear them the whispers of those who gossiped amongst themselves, and the sound of their footsteps as they walked along the streets their footsteps filling his ears along with their voices he would ignore them though. He was blocking them all out shutting his eyes as he allowed his mind to be swept away in the many memories that had a tendency to torment his mind from time to time, their echoing screams, and their blood trails that soaked him when he himself was shot down; with a shutter the former Captain shook himself to reality. With a sigh he only smirked as he pushed up from the bench he would adjust his long cloak allowing it to rustle at the ankles of his legs where the cloak reached. He would look around some of the villages giving him weird looks, he was after all wearing a cloak that was littered with bullet holes, his torso was littered with scars he was an interesting sight. That, and he did not truly bother to hide his weapons either; such as the firearms holstered to his legs, he would walk passed a few of the prying eyes of the villagers he would make his way down a nearby sidewalk not paying much mind to those around him. In fact he was not paying much attention to his surroundings period, walking along quietly with hands at his side, and his eyes on the floor his mind elsewhere as was usual. |
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Post by Sela on Apr 22, 2014 4:13:38 GMT -6
"I'm never going back; the past is in the past!"
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS | Orange Town, a larger village located within the depths of the East Blue. Finally leaving Dawn Island after spending three years learning the basics of how to survive on the cruel and ever-changing sea, the blonde had decided to make this peaceful town her first destination. Only a few, innocent structures decorated the otherwise pure azure above, allowing the majestic orb above to gently embrace the world below with its rays. Slowly making her way through the lively streets of the town, which still looked deserted in comparison to the buzzing river of people roaming the paths of Goa Kingdom, her hazel shaded spheres carefully examined thee area, fascinated how different this place looked despite being rather close to her home. Observing the people roaming the streets she was greeted by a mixture of reactions revealing that the townsfolk apparently was torn in terms of strangers. Some of them obviously seemed weary of visitors and the trouble some of them caused, while others welcomed the change in their otherwise monotonous lives.
The fact that the natives clearly expressed their feelings like this decorated the flaxen haired girl's with a comfortable smile. She would rather face gloomy, denying and cold expressions mixed amongst the ocean of faces than being greeted by a wave of never-ending smiles hinting at some kind of scheme hidden within the shadows. Fortunately the people here seemed to be honest with their expressions, which allowed her to enjoy her stroll across the village. Amongst the crowd of people she noticed the presence of a person her relatives would have most likely described as 'hobo'. Obviously they would have most likely considered every single person in this area scum, since these people didn't meet the standards set by the arrogant nobles. But this certain, crimson topped individual definitely sticked out of the crowd. His tattered clothes and scarred body granted him an eerie air, which at the same time fueled Sela's curiosity.
Quick steps that were accompanied by loud clicking noises as her high-heeled sandals hit the lithic ground beneath, swiftly got the slender female closer to her target of interest. Noticing the weapon filled holsters the blonde, however, immediately stopped her motions. Was this guy in front of her a bounty hunter or even a pirate? Once again allowing her brown spheres to examine his figure, which obviously had struggled through a lot of hardship, she decided to approach him. Noticing that the male seemed to have gotten lost in thoughts as he slowly made his way across the place, she quickly made her way around him. Pulling her hat into her face, she then took out parts of her drawing equipment, acting as if she was taking some notes while she headed straight for the rough looking male, intending to bump into him. Sure, it definitely wasn't the smartest approach if he was a looting raider known as pirate, but she was convinced that he wouldn't just shoot her on the open street, as the people surrounding him only answered his appearance with a mixture of curiosity and disdain.
Had he been a wanted criminal, their gazes would have definitely been filled with fear. Even though not quite sure what she was supposed to do once they had bumped into each other, Sela nevetheless continued to approach the redhead.
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Post by Bunji Crosslove on Apr 23, 2014 14:59:53 GMT -6
I will hunt you down... Completely submerged in whatever thoughts had consumed him the red haired male failed to realize what was happening around him, it must've been the fatc that the small town seemed to quiet, and peaceful but in the end he felt he had no reason to be on high alert around these parts. It was then that it happened out of the blue, without him even realizing it he found himself colliding with someone Bunji would stumble back from the resulting impact his steps becoming sloppy as they stomped around; his body trying to regain its balance. Once he had regained himself he stood there staring at the one he had run into, he would blink a few times before stepping closer to the girl offering her a hand up "Uhm...sorry about that" he said to her with a few blinks. It was then that he took in the girls details, her blond locks of hair, and her stunning amber eyes he had to admit the girl was easy on the eyes. Either way he found himself lucky to run into such a gem, whether the girl would take his hand or not he would make sure to raise her from the ground if she did or just take his hand back if she didn't.
Bunji was quick to help her gather her supplies she may have spilled around the ground, once he did he would hand her the notebook back, after the girl took it he gave her a soft smile before saying, "I'm Bunji by the way, so sorry again, I got lost in my own head" he said to the girl with a chuckle hoping to keep things light. Once he was done the man would adjust his cloak letting it hug around his toned figure as he looked around, wondering if the girl was with anyone or why she had run into him maybe she was busy too? It was then that he noticed her notebook peeking at it he would smile, "So I take it you were taken by whatever you're working on there?" he asked her glancing at the page trying to see if he spotted anything. "Are you an author or an artist?" he asked curiously keeping hands at either side of him, people around them continuing with their daily flow just walking by going about their business.
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