The First Step [Antoku]

[CAIN VERETICUS]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive And such was the one of many days that Cain stood at the entrance of the docks, upon a soft elevated platform that overlooked the whole vicinity. Ships and boats docked and departed, cargos were alighted and boarded, and passengers came and go. And not a single one caught the man's attention, as the blonde simply stood where he was, his arms crossed and his sapphire gaze staring out into sea. The Blue. Cain had long dreamed to travel out into Blue, and witness the world that was still hidden from him, far from his grasp. He cared little for the treasure of pirates, or the glory and fame of high bounties, but he knew that being a pirate was the only way for him to get what he did want. Freedom. He was wearing a black wifebeater under his distinct black jacket, with the golden shoulder paulders tied upon it. Around the collars and his neck was the silver chain that held his crimson cloak upon his body, while a leather strap went across his chest, from his right shoulder down to his left waist, the object keeping upon him the sheathe of Ater Harpe, his weapon. He wore nor gloves, but instead wore a golden ring upon his right index finger, a memento from his late father. A pair of cream-coloured pants accompanied his attire, held in place by a black leather belt with a silver buckle almost the size of his fist. And finally, completing the simple yet exclusive attire was a pair of leather shoes, which were obviously way beyond its age. He sighed, as he uncrossed his arms, a frown plastered upon his face. He was alone now, here in Lyneel. His uncle had passed away just a week past, and Cain no longer had anything keeping him here. It was time for him to achieve his own dream, and although being a pirate would disappoint the wishes of his late uncle, who was a Marine to the end, he knew that this was a decision he should make for himself. And besides, it was not like he did it for the thrill of crimes, no. All he wanted to do, was to see the world. you can't break the broken, TAGGED: antoku NOTES: first thread woo! made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.

[Antoku Kikuchi]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #996633; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;]HAT I'VE BEEN LIVING FOR [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝ AND NOW YOU'RE KNOCKING ON MY FRONT DOOR, THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN LIVING FOR, EXCUSE ME WHILE I LAUGH MY ASS OFF. ❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ A figure could clearly be discerned from the masses. This lone figure dressed himself in a lazy yet somewhat elegant manner. Antoku walked in a defiant manner, clad in a gray tank top and skinny leggings with matching low top shoes he strode towards the docks. A hand reached up to the messy black nest that was his hair and scratched at an itch, the motion was similar to that of a cat pawing at a bird egg. Suddenly he cocked his head to the right and in doing so knocked the feathers that were attached to the back of his hair onto the right side of his neck. Hazel eyes peered down the street and found their target, a lone man standing near the docks. Walking straight towards the blonde haired man, he would soon realize he had decided to adorn a black jacket with a crimson cloak on top of it. Instinctively Antoku’s hand went straight for the hunting knife on his right hip, but he caught himself and removed the wrapped hand from the handle of the blade. Instead of putting it by his side, he grabbed one of the many cigarettes and a lighter that he had on him. Moving both hands up to his mouth he lit the cigarette and inhaled simultaneously, breathing smoke from his nostrils in the process. Getting the blonde haired man’s attention, the young eighteen year old boy waved. “Ara. Hey, how’s it going? I noticed you were just chillin here by yourself. Were you waiting for someone? ” The blondie had caught Antoku’s attention because he had discerned right away that this man was a swordsman, and quite a capable sword handler at that. Toku held himself with pride; his voice carried charm yet somehow held a somewhat reckless undertone. He had wondered if the man would be able to pick up on it, but he shrugged it off; not caring. [/style]

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[CAIN VERETICUS]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive A soft frustrated groan escaped the young man's lips, as he finally uncrossed his arms. And then, reaching into his inner jacket pocket, he pulled out a silver pack of cigarettes, holding it in his right hand. He cupped his fingers around its center body, as he flicked the cap open with his thumb. And there, before him, surrounded in a layer of aluminium, was the cancer sticks that was oh-so precious to the 22-year-old. Pressing his thumb against one, he began to push it out of place, sliding it out. Pulling it up to his face, he allowed his lips to gently wrap around the filtering end of the cigarette, before he pulled it fully out of the pack. Closing its lid, he replaced it into his pocket, before pulling out a lighter from the opposite inner pocket. Just a simple upwards flick of his thumb, readjustment of position, and then a downward flick, and the flame of the lighter would come to life, the gasoline that was contained within its silver body giving birth to such a phenomenon. He took in brief soft puffs, trying to get the flame to spread upon the opposite end of the cigarette, and as soon as he was done, he would breathe out immediately. Among the many puffs of the cancer stick, the first one was always the worst. And it tasted the worst as well, mixed in with the gasoline from the lighter. Pocketing his lighter, he proceeded to enjoy a single drag of his cigarette. And once he was done with that, he breathed it out, the smoke dancing off into the air, away from him. It was at that moment did he catch a significant arrival in his peripherals, as he turned his head softly to face the newcomer. What now? “Ara. Hey, how’s it going? I noticed you were just chillin here by yourself. Were you waiting for someone? ” Cain gave the man a rather curious look. Where did he come from, talking to him suddenly like that? He turned on the heels of his leather shoes, fully facing his opposite then, as he locked gazes with him. "I'm doing fine... And I guess you can say that. I am waiting for someone, but said someone can be pretty general, yet hard to find." you can't break the broken, TAGGED: antoku NOTES: made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.

[Antoku Kikuchi]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #996633; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;]HAT I'VE BEEN LIVING FOR [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝ AND NOW YOU'RE KNOCKING ON MY FRONT DOOR, THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN LIVING FOR, EXCUSE ME WHILE I LAUGH MY ASS OFF. ❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ The man suddenly turned to face Antoku, locking gazes with the young medium skinned male and giving him a curious look. "I'm doing fine... And I guess you can say that. I am waiting for someone, but said someone can be pretty general, yet hard to find." Removing the cigarette from his mouth he gazed out into the distant sea. Then shaking his head, he put the cigarette up to his mouth and took a long drag. Blowing the smoke from his mouth in little rings, he chuckled. “Ara. So you really waiting for no one I presume?” He had stopped taking to take another drag on his cancer stick, smiling as he did so. The old teen watched as he blew the smoke out of his mouth and looked to see where it would race of to. Looking to the man he patted him on the back in a manly fashion. “Ara. I saw you looking at the sea earlier. Doesn’t it excite?” Antoku talked about excitedly, so unlike his usual self. “Ara. Sorry I didn’t tell you my name earlier. My name is Antoku Kikuchi, but you can call me Toku.” Hazel eyes beamed forward with keen perception, looking to see what the man had said. Smiling to himself, he continued where he had left off. “Self-proclaimed pirate captain, slash world conqueror if I do say so myself.” Antoku smiled mischievously, but his tone was serious and he was planning on doing just that. His dream was dominating the Grand Line after procuring a crew and thrashing up the blues a little. Of course he knew he couldn’t fool the man in front of him now with his nice charade he had going. The blondie was going to find out the real Antoku Kikuchi sooner or later; especially because Antoku wanted him in his crew. Pulling up the cigarette to his mouth he looked over to see how the blondie was going to take the news he had just received, it was at this moment that Toku had seen the man smoking. “Ohh? You smoke too? Nice.” The old teen gave a fake thumbs up, hoping the man would at least smile. [/style]

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[CAIN VERETICUS]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive “Ara. So you really waiting for no one I presume?” "No one in particular." Cain corrected, as another puff of smoke crawled out from the depths of his throat, twirling and dancing in the air, Cain's blue eyes subconsciously watching the movement with slight awe. An amazing phenomenon, it was, how the smoke itself seemed to have its own life, choosing not to move in a linear motion towards where it was blown but instead twist and turn in the air. He always wondered how that came to be. Of course, in our time, it was called the Brownian motion, but in the time of One Piece, such a theory had yet to be found. If it already had been, then Cain simply had not heard of it yet. School was something he had dropped out of early in his life, choosing instead to focus on the way of the blade, as taught by his uncle. “Ara. I saw you looking at the sea earlier. Doesn’t it excite?” Cain smirked, a soft chuckle accompanying it as he moved his face to direct towards the sea instead. Allowing that smile to stay plastered upon his face, he replied with a rather jovial tone. "How can anyone note be excited? It's a big world out there, just waiting to be seen by even the most common of eyes." He replied, and it would be evident then what exactly he dreamed of. Adventure. Experience. Cain made no reaction to the pat on the back, mostly cause he saw nothing of it. Just a simple pat, between two men who loved the Blues. Nothing more. There was nothing major to talk about then. It was simply how the sailors were. Close. Relating. Merry. “Ara. Sorry I didn’t tell you my name earlier. My name is Antoku Kikuchi, but you can call me Toku.” Cain turned to the man. He was young, for sure, but he definitely held an air of confidence around him. Rare for such an age, and even more rare could someone be able to back up that confidence with even the slightest clue of skill. “Self-proclaimed pirate captain, slash world conqueror if I do say so myself.” Oh? Is that so? A pirate captain? He smirked. And world conqueror. He certainly had his ambitions. Cain wondered though... "I'm Cain. Cain Vereticus, but Cain itself would suffice. And a pirate captain, huh, Toku? In that case, may you happen to have a ship?" you can't break the broken, TAGGED: antoku NOTES: n/a made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.