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Post by CAIN VERETICUS on Feb 16, 2012 2:19:22 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true] [atrb=height,380,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #000000; border-top-left-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-topleft:4em; height: 350px; width: 125px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-left: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317] | [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 "I'm just passing through to get to Kilauea."
Cain slowly nodded his head. Kilauea, huh? Well, this was indeed a popular pitstop for passing pirates, due to the lax security of the docks. The town itself was, after all, earning most of its profits from the gambling dens and bars and all those shady businesses. And pirates were always a welcome customers for such businesses. Although the Marines were present and shunned such an activity, it never stopped them at all. Cain then realised something. If she was passing through, meant she was travelling. If she was travelling, then... His eyes widened, as he glanced up at her.
"You have a ship?"
Now, see, Cain was no major alcoholic. He drank for entertainment, and for the merry company. He was never the type to get shit-faced drunk, no. He knew his limits. Even when he was having too much fun, the self-aware Swordsman knew when to stop. Last night was an exception, of course, due to the circumstances in question. He used to drink before, alongside his uncle and father. And they'd often get in trouble with the female population of Lyneel Kingdom, but hell, those were the days. IT was probably from them that Cain got his womanizing antics from.
"Not really, no. Last night was different. A drinking competition. Yeah. I'm not sure... But I think I did quite well." Cain replied, chuckling awkwardly. Oh, yes. Blanks in your memory. Never a good sign when you're figuring out just how much you drank.
you can't break the broken, TAGGED: trinity cassanova NOTES: n/a
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Post by TRINITY CASSANOVA on Feb 20, 2012 14:43:08 GMT -5
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=style,padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px;]Trinity had never been part of a pirate crew, but she still considered herself a pirate nonetheless. After all, why should a crew have to define what she was? A pirate, by definition, was simply someone who attacked and robbed ships while at sea. And Trinity had her ways. Since she had yet to join a pirate crew, her bounty was exceedingly low, and her name not all that famous. Therefore, she could travel on civilian ships and make covert attacks from there. She stole small things. Nothing that someone would notice until after the ship docked. And the idea of joining a crew didn't sit well with her. She didn't really like...people.
"Nah. I just catch civilian ships, and if I'm lucky, marine vessels."
She thought on his words about his drinking competition. How dumb. Still, the redhead couldn't help but scoff and smirk as she finished her drink. She'd rather be sitting with a careless drunk--because despite what he said, that's what she dubbed him--than a prude or obnoxious pervert. Once the waitress came to collect her glass, Trinity merely nodded at her before standing up. She scratched the back of her head and glanced around a bit. Her eyes stopped once they landed on the windows next to the entrance of the coffee shop. A group of three marines drunkenly stumbled toward the entrance and barged in. Trinity only stared dully with a trace of contempt in her eyes. Marines were already enough trouble. But drunken marines off duty were the worst.
"We should--" Trinity stopped herself. "I should leave before they take too much notice to us. You do what you want."
"Hey! Mind if we join yas? Of course ya don't!" The three marines pulled up seats to their table, and Trinity resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Too late. | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width:103px; padding: 0px; ] |
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Post by CAIN VERETICUS on Feb 20, 2012 21:53:31 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true] [atrb=height,380,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #000000; border-top-left-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-topleft:4em; height: 350px; width: 125px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-left: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317] | [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 "Nah. I just catch civilian ships, and if I'm lucky, marine vessels."
If she was lucky? Cain raised his eyebrows, glancing towards her as she spoke. He continued to consume his coffee, and was quick enough to finish his own as she neared completion with hers. Cain had travelled here by a civilian ship. To be more precise, a merchant that had been looking to hire a blade for the trip, just in case. And though it had gone by smoothly, Cain had nonetheless been given free transport to Partia Town from Lyneel Kingdom. Marine vessels, though... See, as cunning as Cain was, he was cautious enough not to put himself in such a risky spot as well. Not that there was anything that Cain could be caught for, but you never know, right?
And then, she finished her own, though Cain found himself left with a few more sips. He glanced down at his drink for a brief moment, and as she stood up, Cain raised his glance towards her. Well, that was a rather... Brief meeting, was it not? Ah, well. Cain got his coffee, and he was too deep in a headache to try and score that morning, despite how undeniably attractive she was. Ah, well. Then, he noticed her... Delay in departure, and he glanced up at her. She was gazing out the window. What was wrong? Cain followed her gaze, and came upon a trio of Marines, just as they barged into the cafe.
Cain furrowed his eyebrows. Great. Every sentiment that Trinity had towards the three Marines, them being drunk and all, was entirely shared by Cain. And as Trinity spoke about leaving, Cain could only nod in agreement as he set his coffee down on the table. Screw finishing it. He was getting outta he-
"Hey! Mind if we join yas? Of course ya don't!"
... Fuck.
you can't break the broken, TAGGED: trinity cassanova NOTES: ... i had no idea what to do. >_>
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Post by TRINITY CASSANOVA on Feb 20, 2012 22:17:36 GMT -5
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=style,padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px;]The smell of alcohol was thick in the air.
Who the hell drank this early in the morning? No... Who the hell got drunk this early in the morning? Pirates were supposedly the barbaric ones. The mannerless and the vulgar. But these marines... Trinity sat back down and offered a humorous smile matched with narrowed eyes, nodding. She could spot a vomit stain on one of the man's uniform. Maybe this wasn't early morning drinking. It looked like it was still carrying on from the night before. The other people in the restaurant were equally as wary as the two pirates. They only stared like rabbits, waiting for the right time to run away. Trinity didn't like playing nice, but going to jail was simply something she wasn't willing to do. Not that they'd catch her. But it would add a bounty regardless.
"This ain't ya boyfriend, is he?" one of the marines breathed as he leaned toward Trinity.
Trinity quickly leaned away and reached over the table, grabbing Cain's hands. She smiled pleasantly, forcing the abhorrence from her eyes as she glanced to the marine.
"Yes, actually. We've been together for over a year, now."
The two other marines snickered and bumped elbows, causing the third marine lecher to frown and grumble. He turned his eyes to Cain and swayed slightly in his seat, pointing a finger at him.
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Post by CAIN VERETICUS on Feb 20, 2012 23:10:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true] [atrb=height,380,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #000000; border-top-left-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-topleft:4em; height: 350px; width: 125px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-left: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317] | [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 Now, see, Cain was drunk. Wait, no. He was shit-faced, as Trinity had described him as. However, the man was clean. The stench was not as strong as it was before, nor did he stink of any trace of vomit, surprisingly. He was pretty much a man simply suffering from hungover and a faint cologne of alcohol. However, these guys... These guys were a disgrace to the Marine Corps. And Cain, who was a nephew of a glorified retired Marine, felt disgusted by the sheer sight of them. He just wanted to put them in place, snap them awake and put them back into shape, but he knew that'll just get him, and Trinity, into a heap load of trouble. No matter the state, beating a Marine was considered a crime.
"This ain't ya boyfriend, is he?" What? Cain stared at the Marine, blinking as he moved closer to Trinity. Now, see, even if it would get him into trouble, no way was Cain going to sit by and let them take advantage of Trinity. However, just as he was about to reach forward and push the Marine back, Trinity's hand would snap forward and grab his. Cain stopped, as he stared down at their connected hands.
"Yes, actually. We've been together for over a year, now."
... Ohhhh. Cain mentally smirked as he relaxed himself upon his seat. True, it was an act and all, but Cain was not going to miss this chance to get a little, you know, action. He adjusted his hand so that he held hers back, their fingers interlocking slightly as he nodded his head in agreement. And then, the Marine turned to him.
"An' what do you do, blondie?" Cain allowed a sly smirk to come upon his face as he rested his other elbow on the desk, before resting his chin upon it. Holding his face upright, he stared back at the Marine, his hand still holding hers.
"Oh, I'm just a simple son of a rich and powerful merchant from Lyneel Kingdom." Oh, but it was the truth, which only made it all the better.
you can't break the broken, TAGGED: trinity cassanova NOTES: heh.
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