zuro
pirate
LEVEL 1 scholar[M:0:0:]
unbreakable.
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Post by zuro on Feb 13, 2012 21:53:53 GMT -5
Well, the past couple of months had been a complete crock of shit. With his father passing away, it had left Katsuro completely and utterly alone. His mother had died in his youth, leaving him to be raised by the man for years and whilst they'd had their problems over the years, they truly cared for one another and always strove to do the best they could for their tiny little two person family. But no more, he was alone.
Unable to pay the rent no matter what he did, the youngster was now homeless on top of this! So yeah, it had been a shit couple of months. Despite sleeping on the streets, he still had access to his books which a friend of his family had offered to take in, so he could continue his studies. And he didn't exactly need a roof over his head to keep training with his other love. They say that a child is the sum total of its parents constituent parts, and that could not have been truer with Susumu Katsuro. His mother had been an avid reader, and made sure to instill into the boy he'd been around her the necessity of knowledge and learning whilst his father had been a man of different joys.
A hard dock-working man, he took his pleasure from the art of Boxing. Both training and competing in his youth, and watching in his middle age. His constant presence around the impressionable Katsuro with his stories of epic duels in the ring had definitely sent the young boy on a path to impress his primary care-giver. Training all his young life more or less in the martial art, he had always been quick to learn. Especially if it came with a training manual. To say these skills of both intelligence and fisticuffs came in handy during his time on the street would be a severe understatement.
Dodge left, step in, uppercut. He moved almost as if he were able to read his opponents mind. The truth was much simpler. The thug was simply telegraphing his moves too much for any reasonably trained combatant to let his attacks land. As his strong right fist connected with the would be thief's jawline, he was knocked relatively far back. Susumu Katsuro's disheveled appearance was contrary to his state of mind. Organised and clear as it had always been, his life was one of contrast. Living on the street, yet relatively comfortable. A scholar in the mind, with a the body of a warrior. The attacks had come fewer and fewer in the past couple of weeks. The local hard asses learning to keep well enough away from the strangely quiet man with the lightning quick fists.
Letting out a sigh as he stretched out his neck, he silently cursed his most recent assailant. The man wasn't even good for a warm up, he couldn't test his skills against such a foe. The thought of leaving ran through his mind, and as he lay down with the cold stone against his back, he couldn't dismiss the thought as quickly as he had previously. After all, what was left here for him now? All that he had that was not with him, was a suit left to him by his father and the collection of books at his friends. But he'd memorised those anyway, and could live without them. He needed to get out there into the open water, out into the world. It held such treasures of knowledge, and he was sure to be able to find some more capable sparring partners. There was no-one here for him now in any regard. He was alone.
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CAPRICIA GIVANTI
pirate
LEVEL 1 gunner[M:0:1000000:]
i can feel the breath in your body.
Posts: 9
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Post by CAPRICIA GIVANTI on Feb 14, 2012 3:01:58 GMT -5
the past had a way of creeping up on you sometimes. today it had been in the form of a white haired man with a stern face. his expression, one that allowed room for no nonsense or play, brought back thoughts of her father. he had been in the marines last she saw, but it had been four years since she had left home to go out into the world alone. had he even bothered to look for her? she didn't really know, but she doubted it due to the fact that she wasn't back at home watching life go by as she sat on the fading green sofa. if living a pampered life meant giving up all forms of individuality, she would rather live on the streets. so here she was, wandering aimlessly in search of a crew who would accept her for her unorthodox personality and her jumpy trigger finger.
red hair changed direction as the breeze shifted, making her lift a hand to wipe the tendrils from her face. loguetown was strangely quieter tonight, and she wondered why. sure, it wasn't spotless in the way of a crime streak, but it certainly wasn't a shady place. it was typically not unusual to still see pedestrians wandering around at this time of night, but for the moment all seemed quiet. on her hips, capricia adjusted the leather belt that contained the holsters for her twin revolvers; "the twins" as they were affectionately named. once the weight was more evenly distributed, she sighed and put both hands on her hips. where the hell was everyone? she was hoping to run into some pirates tonight. for the past few weeks she had been attempting to join up with a crew to get her the hell off this island, but so far none had needed a gunner. looks like tonight she would be sleeping in her tree again.
going around a corner she spotted a pair of men running at full speed. one was clutching his side protectively, but in the dark it was too hard to see why. pausing for a moment, capricia took about two seconds to decide she wanted to check it out. there it was, that spontaneous need for adventure she thrived off of. boots carried her towards the alley where they had come out of. it was dark, but she could make out the image of a man laying down on the stone ground. what to do, what to do? after all, it was none of her business what was going on, but she couldn't help but want to see what had transpired. she approached the man, eyeing him for any strange movements. was he hurt? hell, she couldn't see well enough to be able to tell. hopefully not, because she wasn't in the mood for being a good samaritan.
he seemed fine, but instead of getting closer she thought the three feet of space between them was as close as she was willing to get for now. "there is no way you can convince me that's comfortable..." she said, one hand now resting on her hip. if he was injured, he sure was damn quiet about it. no sounds of pain, no struggling... he was either completely fine or dead. she hoped it was the former; she didn't handle corpses well. the man had dark hair and dark eyes, but at this point in the night anything could be incorrect about her assessment. she was irritated and tired, not a good combination. not to mention she didn't have night vision, so making out more features than the basic ones was out of the question. "so... what are you doing on the ground?" perhaps he would answer, perhaps not. either way, at least she had something to do for the moment instead of sulking around, crewless for another night.
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zuro
pirate
LEVEL 1 scholar[M:0:0:]
unbreakable.
Posts: 2
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Post by zuro on Feb 14, 2012 12:01:29 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; height:475px; background-color:#ffffbb; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -ms-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; padding-top:20px; border:2px solid #000000,bTable][style=width:422px; height:20px; background-color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:-32px; margin-left:-11px; margin-right:-11px; font-size:14px; font-family:vivaldi; color:#ffffbb; letter-spacing:5px; padding-left:5px]i was lost, i was lost -- ☆[/style][style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll278/ammiel0fosvarer/Death%20Note/mikami-1.jpg); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px][/style][style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll278/ammiel0fosvarer/Death%20Note/mikami-1.jpg); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px][/style] [style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll278/ammiel0fosvarer/Death%20Note/mikami-1.jpg); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px][/style] [style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll278/ammiel0fosvarer/Death%20Note/mikami-1.jpg); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -ms-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; margin-bottom:-2px][/style][style=width:270px; height:200px; float:right; font-family:vivaldi; font-size:20px; text-shadow:1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:-452px; margin-right:15px; letter-spacing:-3px]crossed lines i shouldn't have crossed.[/style][style=width:270px; height:350px; float:right; margin-right:10px; margin-top:-400px; border-top:2px solid #3b3b3b; border-bottom:2px solid #3b3b3b; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; text-align:justify; overflow:auto; color:#3b3b3b; padding-right:3px; padding-left:3px; padding-top:3px; padding-bottom:3px]It was said that those in possession of red hair often had a fiery temperament to match it. And whilst this was not always the case, it rung true often enough for those calm redheads to be classed as the exception rather than the rule. Susumu Katsuro hoped beyond all hope that this would prove to be one of those exceptions as he looked up at the striking girl who spoke to him. He was in no kind of mood to be dealing with anyone particularly aggressive, not with such wearisome thoughts resting upon his mind.
Locking his his eyes with hers as he replied, he took in both the magnificent body she pronounced proudly to the world as well as the guns at her waist before reaching the strangely coloured gems staring down at him. "Well, there's a more comfortable slab of stone across town, but I fancied a change tonight." Despite the situation, Katsuro still had an ability to amuse himself. His sense of humor was fairly dry in the most part, and few rarely found him to be anywhere near funny. But he could make himself laugh, or at the very least smile.
Rising to his feet, he gave a sweeping bow to the woman across from him. She really was remarkably beautiful, almost definitely not from Loguetown. After all, surely he would have noticed someone with her...assets, walking around before now. "Katsuro Susumu, at your service madam. I apologise for the state of my alley. The butlers on a holiday." He was feeling talkative today. Something unusual to say the least. Perhaps it was because this was the first person he'd conversed with in a matter of weeks who didn't want to kill him and take what little possessions he had to sell for food. Or perhaps it was those eyes, staring down at him as though challenging him to be better. Either way, it was nice to hear his voice use language other than a curse towards an opponent for once.
Looking down at himself, away from his guest, he noticed as if for the first time the shoddy way he was dressed. He had noticed before of course but this was the first time he had really registered. His black shirt and pants were almost completely frayed and both had tears all over them, his shoes has worn away to almost nothing and his sleeves were rolled up enough that the cuts and marks on his hands and forearms were free for the world to see. He did not look his best to say the very least. I need to go get that suit. And a bath. Definitely a bath.[/style][style=width:275px; height:38px; float:right; margin-top:-35px; margin-right:9px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; text-transform:lowercase; font-style:italic; color:#3b3b3b; margin-bottom:3px]notes: none tags: lion-chan~! word count: 447[/style][style=width:400px; height:5px; font-family:vivaldi; font-size:10px; text-align:right; margin-top:5px; float:right]template by MAVERICK of OTE!
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CAPRICIA GIVANTI
pirate
LEVEL 1 gunner[M:0:1000000:]
i can feel the breath in your body.
Posts: 9
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Post by CAPRICIA GIVANTI on Feb 14, 2012 16:22:06 GMT -5
when the man's eyes locked onto hers she felt it more than saw it. on the ground like that, he was too obscured in shadow for her to be able to literally see his eyes move to meet hers. she almost jumped, having thought for a moment he literally was dead. thankfully he wasn't. this would prove for an interesting night, indeed. she was taken aback by his comment about the ground being more comfortable in another area, and it took her a moment to register that this man had a sense of humor. all the better! "i only fancy a change if it benefits, sir. this other slab could be in danger of me stealing it! that is, if it's as comfortable as you say." truthfully she was considering it, but she knew he was merely being sarcastic. her smile betrayed the retort to his joke, hands on her hips as she towered above his resting form.
a moment later his body loomed over hers. he was much taller than her 5'3" stature. capricia disliked her short height, but she could deal with it as long as no one mocked her for it. after that, it was all over but the smoking guns. she was touchy on the subject, to say the least. she tried to focus on something else, other than his towering size. his eyes were almost black, making them horribly hard to read. his hair matched his iris's, covering parts of his face with its scraggly cut. his attire matched his appearance, a cut up garb showing many signs of wear and tear. so, he was homeless after all. either homeless, or a very unkept poor person. either way he looked in worse shape than she, but his countenance was one of the more attractive variety. perhaps even more so if he wasn't covered in the disheveled look he now possessed.
the man introduced himself as katsuro susumu, and at the introduction he also added that the 'butler' was on a holiday. she chuckled at that, the smile lighting her eyes as her carefree nature shone through. "oh but of course!" she began in a fake posh british accent. "even the help deserve the joys of a holiday!" she tried to keep her composure, but her failure of an accent made her smile break across her face and she gave a hearty laugh. so, he was a funny man? it just so happened that so was she! in her opinion, capricia had lucked out on running across this man. not only was he funny, he seemed to be just about in the same situation. he wasn't a marine, and he hadn't recognized her as a pirate just yet. or, if he had, he didn't mind. but what was he? certainly not a bounty hunter... could he be a pirate as well?
as he assessed himself, cap suddenly became a tad self conscious. sure, she didn't look as sketchy in her appearance, but she was sure she didn't smell all too pleasant. things like showers were hard to come by when one lacked a place to sleep that had more than one wall. she suddenly got an idea, and before she could even register if it would be a good one she spoke it aloud. "do you... like to swim?" she inquired, putting her hand to her jaw in a thinking-man expression. "because if you do, there is this awesome cove that i know about. super secret stuff. i think we could both use a little dunking. whaddaya say?" hopefully he would agree. after all, she might have been a pirate, but that didn't mean she wanted to smell like one.
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