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Post by LOGAN GRIMMSCAR on Feb 18, 2012 6:41:12 GMT -5
The Officer looked confused for a moment, doubling between Logan and his shot glass, and then it seemed to dawn on him. Taking up his own possessions before moving over to the hunter. Logan pulled a notebook from his pocket and placed it on the bar, turning a few pages into the book before taking his pen to the page and inking out some information. Something he'd forgotten to do earlier. Several names were placed on the paper with lines between them, and then beneath each name he placed a simple title. Four of the names had "Marine" written under them, two of which also had the rank "Petty Officer" while the fifth has "Pirate" written beneath it. At the top of the page was a date and location. Just before the Petty Officer made his way onto the chair, Logan pushed the book away from himself before grabbing the bottle that sit before him, turning to face the new company for the evening. After taking a seat and having placed his coat on the stool, Logan lifted the bottle and poured the man a drink. Nodding and then turning to fill his own drink back up. A question was asked, but before he answer, he pulled a packet of cigarettes from his hoodie and offered one to the Marine. Only then did he speak. "Logan Grimmscar, Bounty Hunter, care for one?" he asked, curious if the marine was permitted to smoke. So many restrictions to be in the military, it made him wonder where all the pleasures came from. If the marine accepted, he would pass on a lighter, but if not simply put the packet away. The cigarette between his own lips slowly burnt away as time passed, a small trail of smoke drifting towards the ceiling.
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Post by Tyler Knox on Feb 19, 2012 1:45:22 GMT -5
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"Logan Grimmscar, Bounty Hunter, care for one?"
Tyler shook his head. "No, sorry. I don't smoke. Thanks, Logan." And so, that was his name, huh? Logan Grimmscar. Normally, Tyler would be all over these people. Vigilantes. People who pretended to act upon the law, but all they were really after were, as the name suggested, bounties. They cared little anything else. However, as mentioned beforehand already, Tyler was too exhausted to do anything. He raised his glass, before holding it in front of Logan, waiting for a clink of their shot glasses.
"You already know this, but I'm Tyler. Tyler Knox." He reintroduced himself, waiting for the clink. And as soon as it came, Tyler would down the shotglass, before setting it back down on the counter, letting out a deep sigh as he did.
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Post by LOGAN GRIMMSCAR on Feb 19, 2012 6:36:06 GMT -5
Offering out the packet, Logan awaited a reply and was politely refused. The man let out a smile, understanding why some people passed up on the poison. "I should probably stop, but that said I should also stop drinking. This stuff will end me sooner or later but I suspect some pirate will first. Why not enjoy the small things before I go?" It was a somber topic, something he was looking to avoid. So with a smile he poured himself a drink. Before he took it to his mouth, he brought the glass up and tapped it against Tyler's. A slight clink sounded, and it went down the hatch. The Officer reintroduced himself, Logan found it pointless considering he'd said the mans name moments ago but manners were still in order. Crimson nodded before looking down at his empty shot glass, staring at the translucent material. He stayed like that for a moment before turning his head towards his guest. "How is it that such a military force can make the mistake of putting men like those on?" He paused, he didn't want to attack the military, but men who abused their power frustrated him. "Men like you, sure, but those that were here earlier. You can tell they're trouble makers from appearance alone, tonight was an easy indication they don't have the discipline to do what they need to."It was hard to attack the men that the military employed and called their own, without attacking the military itself. He figured Tyler might take offense to what he had just said and somewhat regretted it, but it needed to be said. He was curious as to how the Officer would respond to what he'd just said about the people he served with. Logan grabbed the bottle and poured himself another shot, lifting it up and swallowing the liquor before placing the cigarette between his lips once more.
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Post by Tyler Knox on Feb 19, 2012 9:33:50 GMT -5
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Tyler nodded his head a few times, though his agreement was half-hearted. No way in hell was Tyler going to let himself be killed by an accursed pirate, no. If there was anything that would take Tyler's life, it would be sickness or age. Until then, he was going to keep fighting the pirate scourge, and completely purge the world of those criminals, one way or another. That was the goal of the Knox family, and the youngest member of the long generation was determined to see it through.
"How is it that such a military force can make the mistake of putting men like those on? Men like you, sure, but those that were here earlier. You can tell they're trouble makers from appearance alone, tonight was an easy indication they don't have the discipline to do what they need to."
Tyler gave a soft shrug of his head, as he twirled the empty shot glass with his finger tips, as he stared out blankly into the space before him. His left arm would rest upon the counter, across his chest. How were men like those allowed into the Marines? Well, to be honest, Tyler had no grudges towards them, nor had they done anything wrong to him. Even with that punch, Tyler knew that it was probably due to the alcohol. Human beings were mentally fragile like that.
"Maybe cause they're good men that are under the pressure of increased piracy and overbearing superiors. I don't know them personally, so I can't vouch for them, but the Marines reward the hard-working. And they did not get into the Marines with just a loud mouth, no." Tyler turned his head slightly, his eyes rolling to the side to gaze upon Logan, though still carried a blank focus behind his glare.
"Being in the Marines is no easy life. Everyone needs a break, and people tend to lose all reason when they let themselves go."
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Post by LOGAN GRIMMSCAR on Feb 20, 2012 2:41:15 GMT -5
Logan came to the impression he'd given off the wrong vibe, something he hadn't meant. Perhaps the liquor was getting the better of him and forcing inaccurate judgements out of himself. He felt bad for a moment because what Tyler had said made sense, he just hadn't considered it. There was always a story to be told that couldn't be gotten from looks or behavior. The hunter lowered his head for a moment, sliding the bottle over to Tyler, seeing if the marine was keen for another shot. He himself pushed his shot glass forward. "I fear this has gotten the better of me tonight, drinking on an empty stomach never had the best results on me. I apologize for any misplaced words or indirect thoughts spoken aloud. I had no intent on attack or insulting the marines. Misery and loneliness cloud my judgement and make me bitter at times, a terrible trait I am guilty of."The last of his cigarette burned itself up, the ash falling towards the ground before disappearing. Logan was hesitant to light another one, instead of reaching into his pocket and pulling out another one, the hunter glanced around the bar momentarily. His eyes stopped mid search and fixated on a table not to far from where they were sitting. The table itself had green felt on it, 6 pockets residing around it and a stack of balls sitting in the center with a tray around them. Taking a quick look back at Tyler, Crimson nodded towards the table. "Up for a game?"
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Post by Tyler Knox on Feb 20, 2012 11:18:02 GMT -5
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[style= width: 345px; height: 5px; background-color: 000000; margin-top: -30px][/style] [style= color: 000000; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-size: 9px]TAGS logan grimmscar NOTES n/a[/style][style= width: 350px; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; color: 000000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px]"I fear this has gotten the better of me tonight, drinking on an empty stomach never had the best results on me. I apologize for any misplaced words or indirect thoughts spoken aloud. I had no intent on attack or insulting the marines. Misery and loneliness cloud my judgement and make me bitter at times, a terrible trait I am guilty of."
Tyler moved his gaze back onto the counter, allowing himself to blankly stare out into space as Logan apologised. He had no fault against the man. Even he was a little disappointed at the men's lack of discipline, but he understood that it was more or less due to the alcohol. Though that was not truly a good excuse, Tyler allowed them through this time round. However, as he had claimed earlier, he did memorised all of their faces, and their next act of indiscipline would lead to major consequences indeed. If only he could do as such, though. He was but a Petty Officer, a man on probational rank.
"Pay it no mind. It's, as you said, the alcohol." Tyler repeated, putting it in Logan's case this time round as he continued to twirl the bottom of the shot glass onto the table. The night moved on around him, but Tyler felt as if time had stopped, just for that small brief moment. Serenity. Peace. This was a great place, was it not? The Marine Headquarters in Shells Town made it sure that security was upheld, and it paved the way for a peaceful life for the citizens. That was Tyler's main intention, for the whole world.
"Up for a game?"
"Hmm?" Tyler inquired as he turned towards Logan, confused as to what he implied with 'game'. And it was then that he caught his gesture towards the table. Turning his head, he gazed upon it, before chuckling softly, giving a shrug. "Eh, why not?"
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