teddy bears picnic (open)

[CALYPSO]

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[atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;][STYLE= font: 7pt verdana; width: 300px; line-height: 11px; padding: 5px 5px 5px 25px; text-align: justify; color: #999; text-transform: lowercase; border-left: 2px solid #00F47A; margin-left: 40px;] The short purple dress that clung to her curvaceous figure was perfect for this occasion in meeting her friend. It probably was not the most practical piece of clothing to wear because it was getting let and she was starting to feel rather cold; however she had brought with her a thick checkered blue blanket that was folded up next to her and she would wrap around her if it became colder. A soft smile settled onto her lips as she eyed each and every one of the flowers that surrounded her. Calypso could not wait for her companion Viola to arrive. She was hoping her friend wouldn’t take too long to arrive. Though if she did take long or didn’t come at all, then Calypso had her picnic basket full of food that she had actually prepared herself and two bottles of vodka and a bottle of rum. She could have herself her own party. Calypso opened the lid of the medium sized basket to make sure the food wasn’t damaged. Inside the basket there were two large containers filled with beef noodles, her friend’s favourite food and an apple pie for herself. To go with that there was some grilled chicken and pork chops for Viola since she was a meat lover, a massive salad and for dessert, a chocolate cake. Calypso had gone a little overboard with her food choices, but she didn’t care in the least. Cooking had recently become one of her favourite pass times, especially while cooking with music in the background. Though she would only cook for herself or those close to her. She had even gone the extra mile and squeezed them some fresh lemonade. However, this food would all be gone if Viola didn’t show up. Calypso leaned back; her arms stretched out behind her to support her weight and continued to look at the flowers. Now it was became a matter of waiting patiently for her friend to arrive so she could pretty much stuff her with all the food she had cooked. And of course she would have a conversation with her and catch up on everything that’s been going on between them. It had been too long since they’d seen each other, the last time they saw each other being when Calypso’s tail split into two. Both girls had promised to meet up once Viola’s tail had split and have some laughs like the good old days and today was this day. So far it wasn’t going well. As she fiddled with the strap of her purple dress, she noticed a figure up ahead in the distance. She could not quite tell from where she was sitting if it was Viola or not but at this point Calypso did not seem to care and could do with the company. "Hello, uh hello over here!" she shouted, waving both her arms in the air. "Would you mind coming over here? I could do with some company, please." And if turned out this stranger was going to cause trouble, she had her trident on top of the checkered blanket.[/style][style=width: 200px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #757575;]made by prism of btn and ls~[/style]

[Zambezi Long]

Zambezi had felt awkward, wandering across this ship-island. His mind was cast back to thoughts of the first island in West Blue he'd seen, Ohara, and he could not help but compare the two islands... Or rather, contrast them. There was little to compare. Although Ohara had seemed much like a symbol of peace, Thriller Bark... Well, it did not hold that same quality. Everything about it felt threatening, even somewhat intimidating. He knew this was one of the more crime-infested islands of West Blue, but he hadn't quite imagined anything like this. Still, he couldn't let that get to him. He was a Marine and he had a duty. So he wandered through the island, no matter the danger, always alert for any signs of trouble. It was his duty, after all, and he'd be the last person to let an intimidating forest get to him.

However, now it appeared that he had left the forest. It was almost surreal, as he found himself leaving the dark, dreary forests only to enter a surprisingly hospitable garden of sorts - a bright spot in the darkness of the island. The eye of the storm. The Fishman stared, somewhat surprised by the appearance of this wonderful garden. It was as if it had been tended to by a loving gardener, yet apparently it was all naturally grown, as much a part of the island as the animals and the dark, gloomy forest he'd left behind. Wandering through the garden, he stared and gazed at the growing flora with curious eyes. The flora of the surface world still got to him - having spent so much of his life at the bottom of the Ocean, it was only natural. But then he heard something he hadn't expected - a voice, not too far off, calling to him. He turned, his blonde, shaggy hair whipping around with him.

"Someone else...?" he whispered mostly to himself, a little surprised. But then, he reminded himself, people lived on this island. It was not so unusual to find someone else around. Wandering closer, he found the woman slowly coming into view. A beautiful young maiden with long, green hair; but what caught his eye most were the sight of her legs - or rather, her substitute for legs. A split Mermaid tail. The Bull Shark Fishman looked back up to her face, a little too surprised to speak for a moment, but nevertheless straightened himself up. "My apologies for staring, but it has been a long time since I saw another native of our undersea home" he responded at last to her as he now drew close enough that only a few feet separated them. "I am Petty Officer Zambezi Long. It is nice to meet you" he introduced himself, giving a slight bow. Those were customs, weren't they? Standing upright again, he raised the brow of his cap just a bit to allow her a better look at his features. It was rude not to look someone in the eyes when speaking, after all.

[CALYPSO]

[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 100px, bTable][STYLE=background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/351hh6h.png); border: 5px solid #00F47A; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-bottom: -7px; margin-left: -15px;][/style][STYLE= font: 30pt serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: 2px solid #00B465; line-height: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; length: 30px; margin-top: 40px; padding-left: 50px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #00B465;]PICNIC TIME[/style][STYLE= font: 10pt arial; letter-spacing: -2px; background-color: #00F47A; padding: 3px; length: 100px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color:#F6EFE4;]PICNIC TIME FOR THE TEDDY BEAR'S[/style]

[atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;][STYLE= font: 7pt verdana; width: 300px; line-height: 11px; padding: 5px 5px 5px 25px; text-align: justify; color: #999; text-transform: lowercase; border-left: 2px solid #00F47A; margin-left: 40px;] as the figure started to make its way towards her, calypso dropped her arms back down behind her so she could lean back once more and let out a sigh of relief. despite the figure having not said one word to her yet, the person - whether a local or a visitor to the island, did not in her eyes seem to want to cause her any trouble. which pleased deeply. she was wearing a new dress after all. another reason she had let out a sigh of relief was because she was meeting someone else who she could potentially become friends with. if calypso was to work out how many people she had met formed a proper friendship with, misusing her crew members from her division and viola then it came down to zero. all those men and women she had flirted with in flirted with in various bars didn’t count as friends. it was sad that she hadn’t formed any friendships with anybody. but this was about to change. starting with this person here. and oh look here the person was now. and oh look the person was a man. and oh look the man was speaking. and oh look the man had mentioned something about her being a native or their undersea home. wait what! calypso shook her head in surprise as she looked up at the man who was now only a few feet away from her. "u-u-undersea h-home. a-another n-n-native!" she could barely manage to say one sentence without stuttering the words. she too had been had been taken by surprise by meeting another native but had been able to say one or two sentences, or well basically repeating what the man had just said. "o-oh my I apologies for me stuttering like that its just your right, it has been a long time since I’ve met anyone from my home" the female hadn’t been in this foreign place for all too long, it had been two months since her tail had split in two. two months since she had met another native. It was an amazing but shocking moment to meet someone from her home. at his introduction, she bowed her head in return. having in her eyes been rude by stuttering and making a fool out of herself by meeting someone else from the ocean, it would have been worse if she had not returned the friendly gesture. "it’s a pleasure to meet you zambezi long." her eyes were now looking up at him and studying his features quickly and without going into too much detail. blonde hair, shaggy with a fringe covering one of his eyes. his eyes were yellow, an unusual colour in her opinion but he was a fishman after all so they would have taken one or two features from an aquatic animal. and when he had spoken she thought she had noticed something about his teeth. they looked pointy. but it was probably her imagination. "i’m calypso or petty officer calypso if we are being extremely formal. she spoke with a laugh before stopping. she didn‘t even know why she was laughing. "so how about taking a seat zambezi instead of standing and tell me about yourself. what division are you in exactly?" she asked, unsure of his division since she hadn’t seen him around her divisions ship meaning he couldn’t be in with division. " oh and help yourself to something from my picnic basket if you like." she added, her eyes going towards the basket that lay by her knees. [/style][style=width: 200px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #757575;]made by prism of btn and ls~[/style]

[Zambezi Long]

Zambezi couldn't help but raise a brow at how the woman he'd spoken to stuttered out her reply, or rather her restatement of his own comment. Perhaps he'd spoken too soon? What if this Mermaid wasn't a native of Fishman Island? It was unlikely, true, but it wasn't impossible. Certainly, he had ventured this far from Fishman Island. Who was to say other Fishmen or Merfolk hadn't done the same in the past? But he wasn't mistaken, it appeared, as the Mermaid began to settle down. No, as she managed to calm herself down, the Mermaid responded that she had been caught off guard, not expecting someone else from Fishman Island like herself. His mouth opened and made a motion as if to say "Ah, I see". He couldn't exactly blame her, then - ever since he left to join the Marines, he hadn't been back to Fishman Island, nor had he even seen a Fishman or Mermaid.

"I understand perfectly. I myself have not had the pleasure of speaking with another native since I first left for basic training" he answered her, his voice cool and relaxed. Despite being a Bull Shark Fishman, Zambezi didn't exactly have a lot in common with actual Bull Sharks. It was true that physically, he was quite tall at perhaps a little taller than six feet and he certainly had the teeth and gills one would expect of a Bull Shark, but in personality he was a bit of a complete opposite. Bull Sharks had a reputation for being the cause of most Shark attacks on Humans, as brutal and solitary creatures, but Zambezi, whilst perhaps a bit too formal than he needed to be sometimes, was a fairly calm, perhaps even friendly fellow. He certainly wasn't the kind of person who struck you as a complete loner and certainly didn't seem like the kind of person to pick fights, his rather wild appearance notwithstanding.

"Ah, it would be a pleasure, Calypso" he responded out of politeness as he sat himself down nearby, folding his legs beneath himself (All the while a bit red-faced as she had called him out on his rather formal manners for a meeting between two people). The Mermaid, whom he now knew to be named Calypso, made mention that he could have something in her picnic basket. Spotting the aforementioned basket, he paused for a moment before looking back to her. "Might I ask what food you have brought?" he asked, raising a brow in curiosity. He then recalled one of her questions and decided it best to answer promptly.

"To answer your question, however, I am a member of the Fourth Division Fleet. I was originally stationed in North Blue, but as of late my Division has been called to West Blue for a meeting of sorts. Since then, I have started patrolling West Blue, as well as performing any other duties my superiors would have me do". Taking off his cap, the Fishman set the article of clothing down by his side. Well, so long as he was joining this picnic, he wasn't exactly on duty. "As for myself, I am 23 years old. Before I enlisted in the Marines, I grew up in the Fishman District with my older brother. Part of my reasoning for enlisting was to learn more about the world outside of Fishman Island. I would not like to sound presumptuous, but perhaps you also were curious in the wider world as well?".