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| Pokefan137 | Jun 2 2010, 02:43 PM Post #76 |
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Leslie’s eyes sparkled as she watched the rotating bookshelf. She loved secret passage ways! Paintings with hidden alcoves behind them so you could look through the painting’s eyes, books on shelves that made stuff flip over, candle sticks that activated secret trap doors, she loved them all. They were one of her favorite feats of carpentry. She loved to visit old houses filled with such passageways, and especially loved seeing if she could spot them all using her keen carpenter’s eye. One day she hope to build a ship, or maybe a house, filled with lots and lots of them, though she’d probably start out building it with one or two, and seeing how it went from there. She and the cow were the first to step into the green house. It was very nicely done, filled with all sorts of exotic flowers and such. She started walking towards the door, bent on getting out of this house, when a specific flower caught her eyes. It was a beautiful silver orchid. Leslie couldn’t stop herself. She quickly ran over to the flower with cow in toe. She bent down, and took a big wiff of the plant. It smelled heavenly! She let out a contented sigh before giggling in happiness. The cow let out a short moo as if to say ‘Hurry up!’ Leslie slowly went back to standing position with a contented look on her face. She then turned back towards the door, and hurried as fast as she and the cow could go outside. Leslie’s plan was to burst through the door, and then run as fast as she could to get away, but right before she reached the door, she remembered that she was now a secret agent so she had to be more secretive. She pressed herself secretively against the side of the door completely forgetting the fact that the entire building was made of glass, and that anyone who looked could see her from outside. She slowly reached for the handle, then, as quick as she could, opened the door, and leapt headfirst out the door. Unfortunately she just ended up landing on her face. “Ow.” She lay there for a moment, causing the cow to moo at her, before standing up. She brushed herself off before looking quickly to both sides. She then rushed towards the bushes, and dove into them head first. The cow slowly walked over to stand beside the bushes she was hiding in before letting out another long moo. Leslie poked her head above the bushes, and shushed the cow. “Quiet.” She said. “We don’t want them to hear us.” She looked to both sides yet again, and turned around to wade through the bushes in a crouching position. She didn’t get far before she bumped into something. “Ow.” The young blonde rubbed her head for a moment before looking at what she had bumped into. It appeared to be some sort of carriage, though she wasn’t sure. She slowly looked up to see a strange woman with red hair staring down at her. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! They found us!” Leslie stood up, and raised her candle stick club above her head in preparation for attack. |
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| Spirit | Jun 2 2010, 08:43 PM Post #77 |
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Vincent followed Leslie and the cow out of the secret door and into the greenhouse. As he looked around the greenhouse, memories rushed into his head of the greenhouse his family owned back home. Most of the memories of back home were good, however, Vincent always dreaded the memories of the guild that would soon follow any good memories he had. He watched as Leslie fell two times and helped her up both of those times. He hadn't heard from Sam or her mom in a long time, so he figure that now would be a good time to focus his attention on another. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! They found us!” Leslie cried out after bumping into Flo and their carriage. "Don't worry darling." Vincent said sweetly to Leslie and gently lowered the candlestick, "It's just our driver, so there's no reason to attack her." "Thanks for waiting for us Flo." Vincent said to Flo and offered Leslie his hand to help her into the carriage, "After you, Miss Leslie." OOC
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| Encore | Jun 3 2010, 10:57 AM Post #78 |
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As it turns out; carrying around a four star painting can actually get you into parties... Henri smirked, he’d bought that from a painter he’d met downtown, in the Hobo hotel, a pirate called Mercury or something... Somehow an overzealous party-guest had managed to destroy a top quality painting and he had just happened to be there. His luck certainly was improving; he'd earned at least seven hundred thousand beli from a single sale. Unfortunately, his landlord would certainly rob it from him the next time he stopped by the shop he lived above, and worked in at weekends. After spending six weeks in Lougetown, he was ready for anything. Well, anything except what was currently going on, with strange cloaked figures running through the party, some covered in blood, he figured that it might be time to leave and explore the garden. As the marines might not approve the way he'd aquired a place in this party... Leaving through the backdoor, he took one last glass of champagne, off a nearby table and skipped out into the garden, it was an impressive place, with several water features and a large greenhouse. Scanning the garden, he wandered around for a while and stopped, sitting upon the side of a fountain, rolling a coin across his fingers. He stared across the darkness of the garden and scratched the back of his head. Was that? A cow? He stepped forwards through the darkness. The people with the cow appeared to be getting into a cab. He smirked, he'd need to get out of here sooner or later. Pausing only to check his hair in the fountain before he stepped up towards the cab. “Can we share a cab? I really don’t mind paying.” He asked, calmly, he knew what he'd do regardless of their answer. With his fairly smart appearance, you wouldn't be surprised had he been a secret agent, unfortunately he ditched the bow tie he'd aquired earlier in a scuffle with a party guest. He stepped into the cab, holding out a hand to help the girl up, facepalming with his other hand, realising he’d forgotten to ask a crucial question. “Erm... Where are you heading?” Edited by Encore, Jun 3 2010, 11:29 AM.
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| JOLS | Jun 3 2010, 11:49 AM Post #79 |
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Mars caught up with the group as they entered the green house. He looked around, but didn't see any guards about. Unless they had some sort of special flower camo he didn't know about. He did however hear some voices coming from below, behind the bookcase. Mars took a bit of gesso from his case and applied it to the bottom of the torch. It would hopefully jam up the works a bit. But, it got Mars wondering if a maid had ever dusted the torch, and discovered the dungeon. She would of probably ended up a prisoner, he assumed. He cut off the train of thought before it turned into a full fledged day dream, filled with dialogue and a discernible plot. Mars turned back to the greenhouse, with no time to stop and smell the roses, Mars followed the cattle rustlers outside. "I'm not gunna 'urt ya, my dear. I thought you was one of those guards, you were. Gonna ruin your dress some you are, jumping around all unladylike." Flo responded to Leslie's defensive posture, after she composed herself, being startled by the jumping noble girl herself. "Alo again, guvnah, good ta see ya made it out in One Piece. But, where's our vagabond? He owes me a glittery trinket, he does." Flo addressed Vince. "Ah, you waited for me, I see." Mars ran up to the group, and interrupted the introductions, like a devil of which one speaks. "And he is your ring, as promised." Mars took out the lady's ring he had pocketed earlier, and handed it to Flo. Flo's face lighted up, and she tried it on. "This is Leslie. She and the cow will be joining us." Mars asserted. Flo looked at him incredulously, before looking at the cow, and back at the carriage. Mars understood what was going through her head and mentally face palmed. "It's a mighty pleasure. Flo Wergurl, at your service." Flo paused in her train of thought to introduce herself properly. She curtsied deeply towards Leslie, still able to recognize a noble underneath all the battle damage. She then turned back to deal with Mars' crazy request. "Sir, I do apprishiate the noice ring, I've never had one like it, but oi can't make the impossible, possible." Flo's voice took on a high pitched timbre and, looked generally troubled and worried by his request. "No, no, we can swap one of the mules for the cow, we can't put a cow in the carriage." Mars' brow furrowed at the logistics of the strange scenario Flo had conjured. "Oh, of course, guvnah." Flo got a eureka expression, then helped Mars unlatch one of the mules. Mars swapped the mustache disguise the mule still wore, for the cow. "There now, no one will recognize this beast. Mars proudly declared and hopped on the carriage, now to be driven by a mule and a cow. "I don't have any spare mustaches for you, Leslie, but I could paint one on." Mars suggested the next best thing he could come up with, still convinced mustaches were the end all, be all of disguises. "Mine is fake, see?" Mars demonstrated by taking his off for a second, as well as the monocle he wore. The demonstration was interrupted by a sharply dressed lad who asked to come aboard. "Well, the more the merrier, are you olright wit it?" Flo asked Mars. Mars looked Henri up and down. He noticed the glass of champagne. He could appreciate the lifted fizzy as much as the next thief. This man certainly didn't strike Mars as a noble, he saw a fellow party crasher, and took a liking to him. "A man with such taste is always welcome." Mars opened the carriage door for him and referred to the bottle he brought with him. "And no payment is needed, just give me a try of that vintage, I was rather occupied, didn't relly get a chance to try it." Mars grinned widely enough to almost close his eyes. The newcomer inquired as to where they were headed. "If there are no objections, we're going slumming!" Mars shouted happily, and almost jumped with an air punch. He was rather excited to have gotten away safely. He was of course referring to the Hotel Hobo. Mars then listed off everyone's names and pointed at them in turn, including a cow at the end of his introductions for Henri. The operation may not have gone entirely smoothly, mostly due to his own faulty intelligence gathering abilities, but the forces of meanness and bad stuff had been beaten back, if just for a day. Mars was happy with the way the Gallant Agents were turning out. Edited by JOLS, Jun 3 2010, 12:21 PM.
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| Pokefan137 | Jun 3 2010, 10:24 PM Post #80 |
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Leslie stood smiling at the two men who had offered to help her up with teeth clenched. ‘What in the name of high heeled shoes is going on here?!?!?!’ she screamed inside her head as she continued smiling. She was happy she hadn’t attacked the nice driver lady, but what was with these guys! First of all, the guy in the white suit. So far the only thing she knew of him was that he wanted to kill her in the cell instead of informing her that he was a Ciphor Pol agent, and that he blatantly killed a defenseless, unconscious guard. Now he was calling her ‘darling’, and acting like some sickeningly sweet gentleman?! And who was this new guy?! He just showed up out of nowhere, and hopped into what she guessed was the Ciphor Pol agent’s carriage. He could be a Ciphor Pol agent, but then again he had no idea where they were going so that wasn’t a good explanation. For all she knew he could be a cultist! A guard in disguise! A random murderer! Leslie wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but even she could figure this stuff out, at least when her brain was pumping adrenaline like crazy from almost getting butchered by an evil cult. ‘All right, that’s it!’ she screamed mentally. ‘In one night I found out that my boss slash date was trying to get me killed, got locked in a cage, was almost sacrificed by some evil priest, got my dress completely ruined, and now they expect me to ride out of here all hunky dory with some guy who wanted me dead, and…some random freak! Forget that!!!!’ Leslie smiled politely as she took both of the offered hands. She then jerked the two guys as hard as she could out of the carriage, climbed up to the driver’s seat, and pushed the woman named Flo to one side as she took over the reins. “Sorry, Baron…Agent…Oh, whoever you are!” she said looking briefly towards the agent wearing the shell helmet. “Thanks for rescuing me. I really do like you, and I really am grateful, but I am outta here!” Leslie slapped the reins causing the carriage to dash off at full speed through the gardens, onto the street, and as far away from the thrice cursed mansion as possible. “I hope we can meet again, Baron!” shouted Leslie as the cart dashed off into the night. “Until then, see ya!” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was late at night now, and the moon shone brightly in the sky. Leslie was completely concentrated on driving, though she did occasionally offer an apology to Flo. She had been through too much tonight. All she had wanted to do was go to a nice party, have some fun, do some dancing, eat some nice food, and wear her new dress. That’s all! Was that too much to ask? But no. Instead, she was almost stinking sacrificed to some stinking idol! Now all she wanted to do was get to her place, get packed, and catch the first ride off this island before they came after her. After about twenty minutes of driving, Leslie pulled to a stop down by the docks. When she got to the island, she had found a small apartment for rent. It had previously been a shed for the dock workers to put their tools, but the foreman had converted it into a makeshift cabin to get some extra Beli. It was cheap, and close to the sea, which was all Leslie had asked. She’d even taken time to decorate the inside a bit with some of the pay she’d been getting from building Dennis’s new boat. Leslie felt a brief pang of regret at not being able to finish the boat. She had put all her skills of design and carpentry into that thing, and it hurt her to not be able to finish it. She sighed as she stepped down from the carriage, and went to unhitch her cow. “Once again, I’m really sorry that I had to do that.” said Leslie to Flo. “You don’t know what went on inside that mansion. It was the worst party ever. There were evil cultists, and my boss tricked me, and I almost got sacrificed, and…” Leslie let out a brief sob as the stress from the evening started to take its toll. She bent over the cow, and started sobbing. “I trusted him!” she sobbed out as the tears started flowing down her face. “I trusted him and he tried to kill me!” The cow mooed worriedly as her new friend continued crying over her. “It’s not fair!” she shouted. “It’s just not fair!!!” Edited by Pokefan137, Jun 3 2010, 10:25 PM.
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| Spirit | Jun 4 2010, 08:43 PM Post #81 |
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"Alo again, guvnah, good ta see ya made it out in One Piece. But, where's our vagabond? He owes me a glittery trinket, he does." Flo asked Vincent as he got into the cart. "Probably defacing another work of art somewhere back there." Vincent said with a smile and pointed in the direction of the greenhouse. Vincent was surprised when man jumped into the carriage, wanting them to give them a ride and then extended his hand to help Leslie into the carriage. A couple of thoughts raced through Vincent's head about pushing the guy of the carriage for trying to help Leslie as well. However, when Leslie grabbed both of their hands and pulled them off the cart, all thoughts vanished from his head for the moment. "What's her problem?!" Vincent said as he got up and dusted himself off. "I guess we're walking back." Vincent said to Mars and started walking back in the direction on the hotel, "I've got some thinking to do, so I'll just meet you back at the hotel sometime later." It took more time to reach his apartment that Vincent has anticipated and he had already used up all of his make-up stuff, so by the time he reached his apartment it was beginning to get light. After opening the door Vincent went over to open the window, not bothering to turn on the lights or light a candle. After the dirt stained windows were opened, the early morning light shined in, casting shadows inside the room. "This has been one long night." Vincent sighed and sat down, putting his coat on the back of the chair and pouring some rum into a cup. "Long and pretty interesting," a voice said to Vincent from the shadow near the wall and a man walked out of it and sat down in a chair opposite of Vincent. Vincent's eyes opened in surprised as he recognized the voice and put down his drink. "We've never been properly introduced. My name is Larry and I've been with you for the past several years." the man said staring at Vincent. "I'm hallucinating, aren't I?" Vincent asked Larry. "Yes, but I'm the only thing that's a hallucination." Larry replied and leaned back in the chair. "If I were you, and in part I am, I would check what the letter is about." Larry smiled and pointed at Vincent's jacket. Vincent nodded and reached into the jacket to get the letter. Since there was little light in the room, Vincent went over to the window to read the letter, with Larry reading over his shoulder. The Letter Vincent finished reading the letter and ripped it into several pieces. "I know you don't like the guild, but once you're part of it, there's no going back." Larry said walking back to the table. "I know, I know." Vincent replied irritably, went to the table, and finished off the rum. "Get out of here, I need to take a nap." Vincent said going to the and lied down. "Fine, fine." Larry replied with a smile and disappeared as Vincent drifted off to sleep. |
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| JOLS | Jun 5 2010, 12:05 AM Post #82 |
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Leslie's quick action in the carriage stables, took Mars by surprise. Such a surprise, he rolled right off the carriage as it sped off. He should of kept his hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times, even when celebrating. That, and he had underestimated the speed of the mule/cow combo. He could only assume the pastries that the cow had been eating were filled with cow vitamins. Or whatever cows and/or mules ate to give them extra speed. But, Mars had little time to think about the various speeds of different types of domesticated animals, as he looked up at the clouds as he lay in the grass. With a grunt, he got up and looked about. The carriage sped towards the entrance, and Leslie said her goodbyes. Mars waved back instinctively, not entirely realizing what had just happened. He absentmindedly rifled his pockets, making sure nothing was gone, before he went to make his own escape. It was sheer luck he did check his pockets, otherwise he wouldn't of noticed the fact that the gems he had taken from the statue, had been left at the floor of the carriage. "S**t!" Mars shouted, and without explaining to Vince or Henri what he was upset about, he tried to jump on the unhitched mule. He missed, mostly because the mule seemed more interested in munching on some long stemmed roses in the garden, than getting Mars' loot back. Instead of trying to catch the mule, whom he assumed was faster than him, Mars snatched what looked like to him was the tastiest looking, of the bunch of flowers, and dangled it in front of the mule. The mule trying to nom the flower, and let Mars grab onto his reins. Mars made sure the sneaky mule didn't actually get a chance to bite down on the treat, and jumped on him while he was distracted. There was no comfy saddle, but it would have to do. "Yeah, that sounds good Vince, but I don't think they'll mind you taking another carriage. We'll save the champagne tasting for another time." Mars addressed his companions, and referred to the several carriages at their disposal. The mule he sat upon decided to rear up dramatically on his hind legs at that moment, being frustrated of being just out of reach of his treat. With Mars' cape fluttering, and his hand pointing to the sky, he cut the dramatic air of a general about to engage in battle. It was of course an accident, his arm was just trying to catch his balance. But, he really did look like an occupant of one of his paintings, if just for a split second. That moment was quickly cut short though, as the mule unaccustomed to being rode tried to buck him off. He really wanted Mars to f**k off. Mars refused, and held on, both his arms gripped the mule tightly. After a few moments of extreme riding, the stubborn mule gave in. The mule wanted to see if a bit of calm would get him his flower. Mars took the opportunity to set off, and tried his best to imitate the noise Flo had made, to get the mule and cow to go forward. His parody worked too well, and the mule sped away as fast as it could, the guards at the door barely had the chance to look at the two. Mars had chosen his rose well, as the mule, whom Mars had named 'Rosey Not His', was utterly fixated on it, and would ever follow the direction it was pointed in. Mars had however lost complete sight of what was now Leslie's carriage. But, seeing as he was still dressed as a noble, it was a simple thing to ask people which way the errant vehicle had gone. All he had to do was quickly flick the rose high above Rosey's head, and the mule would act as if it had disappeared and come to a complete stop, not realizing Mars' slight of hand. This gave him time to get the last known directions of Leslie and Flo. Most of the pedestrians asked him if he was alright, after giving him directions, though. This was due to the blood still caked on his face, but, he took it in stride, and simply went along his way without answering. He was more concerned with getting back his precious shinys at the moment. It went like this for a while, Mars would catch a half a sight of the back end of his aim, and by the time he caught up to it, it would be gone. Eventually the areas around him started to get a little bit more familiar, the sea breeze felt stronger. They were nearing the docks, where he had been sleeping in his, and various other people's boats when he had just arrived at Loguetown. The rougher nature of the area had him put back his cloak on, from his case. He expected he would get a better response from locals if he didn't stick out like a over topping poppy. Even with this step, he found it harder to pry for information, and began to wander about with no direction. At a certain point he considered giving up, until he saw the carriage outside some dock structures, with a view to the great East Blue. Mars assumed Leslie had been waylaid by rogues in this part of town, on the way back to her mansion and the carriage had been stolen. He didn't consider a person of her standing, could be staying in such quarters. He let Rosey have his rose, and gave him a slap on the haunches to send him on his way. With rapier and pistol drawn, he slowly approached the small building. It was hard to sneak, as he was rather bowlegged from riding bareback for so long, but he gave it his best shot. When he heard crying and shouting though, he abandoned stealth and ran for the door. When Mars got to it, he kicked it open and shouted. "Unhand her you malicious brutes!" When he noticed only Leslie and the cow inside, he abandoned his battle posture, and grinned a fool's grin. "Oh, oops, I thought you were in trouble." Despite the fact that it certainly looked like a work building from outside, it looked to Mars like a living space from the inside. His eye's caught some items and decorations that he could only assume belonged to Leslie, and not some random dock worker. Among them were a few tools he recognized as part of shipwright's arsenal. "Uh, is this your place? If so, I apologize for barging in." Mars chuckled to himself and rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. He did a small bow of apology towards Leslie, and then one towards the cow. "There was some stuff I left in the carriage. And please don't cry, I can try to fix the door." Mars got to one of the more important observations he had made, he assumed Leslie would become more upset with the the door he had just misaligned. He took the door in his hands, and tried to set it back to it's rightful position. It only came off in his hands. "Uh, got any glue?" Mars asked from behind the door. |
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| Encore | Jun 5 2010, 02:46 AM Post #83 |
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"Yeah, that sounds good Vince, but I don't think they'll mind you taking another carriage. We'll save the champagne tasting for another time."Henri nodded, "I guess introductions can wait too" Quickly directing Vince towards the smallest carriage he could find, a slightly battered striped purple number, with room just enough for two people, a driver and a passenger, an old sports car of sorts of the carriage world. Hooking it up with two mules Henri smirked, he had no previous experience, but it couldn't be too hard right? Ready to set off, he paused, grimacing slightly as he spotted a slightly pissed Flo, Shaking his head he handed over that night's earnings and his champagne glass to Flo. A good adventure would be priceless anyway."Sorry for the trouble." He grinned, before somehow directing the cart into the darkness of the Lougetown streets. "You guys are pirates right?" Henri smirked, it had been easy enough to follow Mars, because of the trail of commotion he'd left behind, a noble speeding through the night upon a mule wasn't exactly a common sight around here. Riding around at this speed with an inexperienced driver wasn't exactly safe, every corner felt like it could've been his last. He had a rough idea of where he was going, he'd seen the girl a few times around the Shipwrights where he'd worked. "Henri Argent, merchant extraordinaire, at your service." He smiled, looking back towards Vince, with an extravagant bow. Momentarily distracted, the carriage spun out of contol and down a semi crowded street. Skidding to an abrupt halt, (By abrupt meaning the carriage crashing upon it's side and skidding across the street) it was a miracle nobody had died, let alone arrived in one piece. Henri smiled lightly jumping out of the wreck, the rapid carriage voyage hadn't even messed up his hair, that Mr 3 hair wax he'd bought a week previous had been worth every last beli! He gave a quick nod to Mars fixing the door and peering in through the broken door, he knew where they were, they'd 'stopped' in his neighbourhood. He took a look around, this place wasn't too dissimilar to his own in fact, he lived a few doors down, above the Uncle Sieg's Shipwrights. Uncle Sieg in Henri's own words certainly was an old perverted bastard and had probably rented this place out too... Henri wasn't enirely sure if he'd remembered the girl's name, but he'd give it a shot, maybe it would help to see a familiarish face..?"L-Leslie..? It's me, Henri from Uncle Sieg's Shipwrights? I work saturdays and tuesdays..?" |
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| Pokefan137 | Jun 5 2010, 11:27 AM Post #84 |
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Leslie stared at the Baron as he busted down her door, and watched silently as he tried to put it back after he realized his mistake. She sighed as she placed another neatly folded outfit in her luggage case. 'Why not?' she thought miserably as she reached for a screwdriver hanging on her wall, and took out some screws from a nearby tool box. 'It's not like anything else could ruin my night.' Leslie loathed being seen in such a state. Her dress was ruined, her hair was probably a wreck, and she probably looked like a complete mess from crying so much. How could this day get any worse? Suddenly the random guy from before walked through the door. 'Of course.' thought Leslie. 'Let's just invite the entire island in. We can put a big sign over the door, and serve lemonade.' “You guys are pirates, right?” asked the random guy. 'Oh, yay. He's a nut job.' She thought to herself. After all, she wasn't a pirate, and the Baron was definitely not a pirate, especially when you consider he's a secret agent, which is like the complete opposite of a pirate. She gently pushed the Baron out of the way as she set to work on fixing the door. “Look, I'm really sorry I took the carriage, Baron. I guess I just flipped out. It's been a rough night. I'll make sure to take it back to Flo before I leave.” She continued working as the random guy, apparently named Henri, explained who he was. She paused for a moment. Leslie had been hired as a full time shipwright by Dennis, meaning she worked her seven days a week, as did most of the employees who had been working on the yacht, so, although she had all of their names memorized, and had even become friends with a lot of them, she never really bothered to pay to much attention to the guys who worked only part time. “Sorry, I guess I just forgot. I'm on full time duty, so I have trouble remembering the part timers. Once again, I apologize for flipping out before, and throwing you out of the carriage. As to your question, I have absolutely no idea where you got the idea that we were pirates, but I can assure you that neither of us are. Done.” Leslie stood up as she finished repairing the door. It looked as good as new, without even the slightest hint of being damaged. “You're welcome to hang around if you want. I'm just packing. All I want to do is get off this island before the someone else tries to kill me.” Leslie walked over to a set of cupboards she had made, and took out a plate of cookies which she handed to the Baron. “Please, help yourself. It's the least I can do after causing you so much trouble.” Leslie then went back to packing, placing outfit after outfit in her suitcases until her closet was empty. She then began packing up all her various tools in silence as the cow mooed quietly behind her. Edited by Pokefan137, Jun 5 2010, 11:32 AM.
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Vincent woke up to the noise outside with a splitting headache. “I should have taken care of this last night,” he mumbled and rubbed his head as he got out of bed. “Your friends seem to be causing all sorts of racket down by the docks,” Larry said, looking out of the open window in the direction of the docks. “How long have I been asleep?” Vincent asked going over to the table to take another swig of rum and then heading to the first aid kit. "About an hour," Larry replied. After bandaging his head and his leg, Vincent walked back to the table and picked up the gas mask. “I’m tired of hiding behind the paste or anything else for that matter,” he whispered and put on the mask, this time however, putting it on facing the side instead of the front. Before leaving the room, he put on his hat, tilting it to the side to accommodate for the mask on the other side, put the tonfas into their sheaths, strapping them to his belt, and hid four knifes and two grenades in his jacket just in case. Walking out of the building, Vincent began walking towards the docks which were a couple hundred feet away and where Mars supposedly was. As he neared the place of commotion, Vincent noticed the overturned two-person carriage and their own cart somewhere in front of a small shed. "Henri Argent, merchant extraordinaire, at your service.” he heard the man from the party say as he approached him. “Nice to meet you, I’m Jacques Bordeaux,” Vincent introduced himself with a false name in case the man was a Marine or an actual Cipher Pol agent. “Looks like some lives here,” Vincent said as he walked into the shed, his black eyes darting around it until they spotted Mars and Leslie. “I’m sorry for the intrusion, Miss,” Vincent said and bowed as he watched Leslie packing her trunks. “I though the mission was over?” Vincent whispered to Mars when he was close enough for only Mars to hear. |
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| JOLS | Jun 5 2010, 09:37 PM Post #86 |
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Mars stood back and watched Leslie get to work on the door. She looked like she knew what she was doing. The rather ditzy side he had gotten to know, washed away as she worked. She obviously took her work seriously, and the focus and dexterity she worked with, made his own bumbling all the more apparent. Evidently, glue was not what carpenters used to fix everything, Mars made a mental note of that. His small ship, L'Esule, certainly had it's fair share of glue related fixes, though. He suddenly imagined sailing in a storm, and his ship coming apart as a large wave hit it. His spacey day dream gave him goosebumps, but he brushed it off. "You're very good at that stuff." Mars mentioned to Leslie, as she worked. Before she was done, a loud crash had him step out for a moment. The man that had been aboard simply hopped back onto his feet. He didn't really even pause to address any bystanders, but just walked right up to the Leslie and Mars. Mars recognized him from earlier, and warning klaxons went off in his head. The strange man's appearances and knowledge of Leslie had his paranoia peak. Could this be the real Cipher Pol agent he had been warned about? He assumed they would have been sneakier than this, but it would explain a lot. For the moment, Mars kept his suspicions under wraps, but didn't let his eyes stray too far from the man, or his own hands too far from his weapons. "Not really." Mars responded to Henri's inquiry into piracy, Leslie also confirmed their law abiding credentials. Just what an informant would ask, Mars thought. Maybe he was just working for Cipher Pol. Mars' hand absentmindedly drifted to the butt of his gun inside his cloak. The man introduced himself. He said he was a merchant, Mars felt that might explain his friendliness, trying to sniff around for some ill-gotten beli. Vince came in right after him, he didn't look like he was in the crash, though. He was wearing his mask in an unorthodox fashion. The strange quirks he displayed, as well as his actions earlier, had all but convinced Mars he couldn't possibly work for the World Government. In fact, he was certain he could make a place for him in his new cell. Vince introduced himself, then whispered into Mars' ear about the mission being over. Mars nodded back. "Yes, it is, I'll meet you outside in a moment." Mars whispered back to him. Leslie spoke of leaving the island, and she finished her work. She then passed Mars a plate of cookies. Mars warmly accepted the unexpected hospitality, and grinned stupidly again. Here he was, a guest to a distraught young woman, and she was giving him something. "Oh, that is very kind of you." If Mars hadn't been so hungry, he might not have taken the cookies, simply out of shame. She seemed rather hurried, and Mars assumed she hadn't booked a ticket anywhere. He doubted Leslie would want to sail in his crappy boat, but he had to offer something. "I might be able to help you, in regards to your journey, I have a... small yacht." Mars bowed again towards Leslie. He took a cookie in hand and put it to his nose. He wasn't picky, he just liked to get a sense of the food, and enjoy it in more than one way. Having smelled it, he took a bite as large as his mouth would allow. He only chewed it three times, before greedily swallowing, and then reluctantly passed the plate to Henri. Leslie apologized to Mars for her actions. "No, please don't apologize, it is I who have inconvenienced you." Mars bowed a noble's bow. "Though, there is also one other thing I wanted to speak to you about. We can speak of your leaving after you are done packing. I also imagine a wardrobe change is on your mind. At your convenience, naturally." Mars bowed one last time. He motioned to Vince and/or Henri it was time to give Leslie some privacy. Mars himself also stepped out into the cool Loguetown night. Not before grabbing another cookie, however. "I have to fetch something, be right back." Mars told Vince and Henri. He put the cookie in his mouth and ran over to Flo's carriage. She looked like she was about to leave. "Hey Flo, what a day, huh?" Mars spoke before he saw her, as to not spook her again. Mars imagined the woman's quota of surprises had been filled for at least a month. Flo turned to him and smiled. "Sure was, Guvnah." She kept her reply short but still smiled, the exhaustion evident in them both. She continued to hitch the shortly free mule back onto the carriage. It was partially an excuse to get to the carriage. Mars glanced down into the darkness of the carriage's floor, and saw two great big gem eyes reflecting moon light, back at him. Mars' clever fingers snatched the two sizable gems. His dexterity didn't fail him, and Flo was none the wiser about his sleight of hand. Mars felt he owed Leslie one of the gems. It was one thing to go into a party looking for trouble, but Leslie got into this mess through no fault of her own. And he had promised to reimburse her. He could split the other one with Vince. Mars may have had very sticky fingers, but he had no real love for money, so he had no real problem simply giving away the gems. Mars had always been the type to just be happy with a hot meal in his stomach, and a good friend to share it with. At least as far as the finer things in life were concerned. "Well, just wanted to say goodbye, Flo. I might not get another chance, I think I might moving on." Mars pronounced solemnly and nodded. He had enjoyed his time in Loguetown, it was more vibrant than back home. But, he wasn't ready to settle here. It always felt as if people had a facade about them here, and now that he was homeless, he might as well explore his options. "Aw, that's too bad." Flo used her whiny voice and gave Mars a hug. She smelled of mules and work. Mars did his best to repricocate the unexpected embrace. "But I olways did figya the poirate type, I did. A simple ma'er o time, I say." Flo continued and then went back to her work. Flo's words caused Mars to look out into the great expanse of dark sea, and for whatever reason, her word sunk deep into him. He really wasn't sure how he was supposed to live now. He had never really read a manual on exile. A life at sea, it would take some getting used to, but it sounded down exciting to him. And, his some of the friends he had made in the past few weeks seemed to be of a similar mind. "Good luck! Send me letters from all your adventures!" Flo waved back towards Mars from atop her carriage. Mars waved back and smiled. "I will! Ride that cab like it's never been rode!" Mars shouted back. If Mars was to leave, he would do it with a smile on his face. He walked back to his companions outside Leslie's place. "Hey, so you're a merchant, huh?" Mars spoke to Henri, hoping to suss out some information. Mars nibbled a little on his cookie. He didn't just want to give into his paranoia. He also tried to cloak any of the disrespect he had for people who made money for a living, but he didn't pull that one off as well. |
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| Encore | Jun 6 2010, 07:11 AM Post #87 |
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Henri nodded, taking a cookie, then passing the plate to 'Jaques', who'd put upon his mask scince he'd last seen him, as he stepped outside. "Yeah... I buy and sell things for a profit, that's how I've stayed alive on this island for the past two weeks." He scratched the back of his head a little akwardly. He was well aware that nobody trusted a traveling salesman"I guess my dream is to travel the world, become the best fighter around, make enough money to settle down and be a better father than mine was to me." He laughed to himself, leaning back against the wall of Leslie's place. "Not much right?" He looked out into the darkness, thinking of his hometown and those he'd lost. Nothing to lose, everything to gain, as far as he was concerned, it was now or never. "But until then, I have no intentions of calming down in the slightest, I wanna see this world! I want to see everything Monkey-D-f***ing-Luffy saw! I wanna leave my mark on the world! Kick some ass! Get the idea?" He smiled, running his cookie free hand through his hair. Looking back towards Mars. "I don't care what you are... Pirates, Marines, Cipher pol, tourists... Whatever! I'd kill for this! So, take me along with you, at least just to the next island. I'll make it worth your while, I can't really sail, but hey, I'm a fair fighter, and I know a fair bit about the economy and how it works, so you won't have to worry about money when I'm around. So, what do you say, Captain?" He took a deep breath after finishing his speech and bit down upon his cookie. They weren't half bad, it was nice to eat some proper junk food after all that upperclass stuff at the party. He'd take cookies over caviar any day. The cookie was finished in a matter of seconds, despite his looks, Henri could eat like a beast. |
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| Pokefan137 | Jun 6 2010, 09:08 PM Post #88 |
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Leslie quietly shut the door as the group of males left her apartment. She was grateful for a little quiet time. Time to think, and time to change of course. Leslie slowly walked over to each of the windows and pulled the curtains over them to make sure no one could see inside. She had learned that she had to be very careful about that kind of stuff on the docks. The other sailors always seemed to be trying to find new ways to peek at her. This more than often got them injured, but they just kept coming back. One time one actually broke in while she was sleeping. She was fairly certain he could walk by now...maybe... After she had made sure that all the windows were covered, she slipped out of her still moist party gown, and changed into a hot pink spaghetti strap top with dark pink frills and sequins, and a matching skirt. She exchanged her white high heels for a pair of pink slippers, and her white hair band for a pink, sequined one. She sat down on the hand made chair in front of her vanity, and took a good long look at herself...and sighed. Just as she thought, she was a wreck. Her hair was totally messed up, and eyes were full-on puffy. She slowly picked up her pink hair brush, and started brushing her hair. Leslie always loved brushing her hair. It was like her time to think. Her quiet time. As she sat there, she started thinking about the Baron's offer. The first thing to come to mind was that creepy guy in the white suit. She was still afraid of him for wanting to kill her in the cell, and what was with that mask?! In all honesty, she almost took a hammer to him when she saw him, but lucky he didn't actually enter the house. That's when her thoughts turned to Dennis and the cultists. Just thinking about them made her shiver. She had to get out of her before they came after her. Leslie knew full well that a lot of nobles would do anything to make sure that their reputations weren't scared. She was lucky her parents weren't like that. Leslie gasped. 'They'd do anything...' Leslie's face turned completely white as her hair brush slipped out of her hand, and clattered to the floor. Dennis had tons of money. He was the one who had been paying her after all. If he and all the other nobles got together, they could stop all the ferries coming to and from the island. Not only that, but he could hire people to catch her before she even got there. She had no choice. She had to leave tonight. If she didn't, she'd be dead before sunset tomorrow. Her best chances were to travel with the Baron, that way if they found her, she at least had a Cipher Pol agent to help her. Maybe the World Government could even send some people to arrest the cultists once she got off the island. Her decision was made. Leslie rushed to finish her packing. She took every tool she owned, and neatly organized them in her special tool box, and then hurridly finished packing everything else. After everything was packed, she took a step back to look at all her suit cases. She was rather proud of herself. She only had eight bags, meaning she had one left over from when she moved in. Her packing skills had definitely. The blond walked over to the corner, and picked up a long length of rope. She snapped it tight before going over to lash all her bags together into one giant bag behemoth. She stood back to admire her creation. “One last thing.” Leslie walked over to the corner beside the bed. Standing, shinning in the moonlight streaming in through the now curtain-less windows, was a giant metal hammer. She smiled as she hefted the weapon over her shoulder before she turned and started heading for the door. “Mind giving me a hand?” asked Leslie to the cow. The cow mooed happily before getting behind the luggage. Leslie grabbed hold of the front. “Go!” The cow mooed loudly, and began pushing as Leslie started pulling. The luggage behemoth slowly started moving forward. “We're doing it! We're doing it!” shouted the blond girl. The bags suddenly stopped as it hit the wall, but Leslie didn't really notice. “Push!” shouted Leslie causing the cow to moo extremely loudly. As two pushed/pulled with all their might, the front wall of the shed started creaking under the combined force of the cow/ girl duo. “A little farther!” shouted the girl. “Just one more push!” The two took one step forward, and gave it maximum force. “Moooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!” “Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!” Boom!!! The wall finally shattered under their combined strength, creating a huge crater through the front. The two charged forward for a second before slowing to a stop. They then both slowly turned around to stare at the broken wall of the former tool shed. “Oh.” said Leslie as she and the cow continued staring. “So that's why it was so hard to move.” The cow mooed in agreement. There was a brief moment of silence. “Cheap wood.” The cow mooed once again. “I should probably fix that before I leave.” Edited by Pokefan137, Jun 6 2010, 09:17 PM.
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| Spirit | Jun 7 2010, 05:22 PM Post #89 |
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Vincent nodded to Mars and went outside to wait. After a couple of minutes, Mars and Henri came out with some cookies. "Thanks." Vincent said and accepted a cookie from Henri. As they waited for Leslie, Vincent half-listened to Mars's and Henri's conversation about merchants after Mars came back from saying good-bye to Flo. He was surprised when Henri asked if he could join their crew, no matter if they pirates, Marines, or whatever. Vincent glanced at Mars and shrugged, as if saying that it was up to Mars to decide what to do about Henri. Moments later he heard a noise behind him and saw Leslie crash through the front door with the cow loaded with suitcases following her. "Are you accompanying us Miss Leslie?" Vincent asked Leslie as she stopped in front of them. He was amazed that that much stuff could fit into such a small house. "I wonder if Mars told her that we're not Cipher Pol agents." Vincent wondered and threw Mars a questioning glance about Leslie. |
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| JOLS | Jun 7 2010, 08:07 PM Post #90 |
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Outside of Leslie's small workshop/living space, Mars did his best to take in as much information about Henri as he spoke. His eyes attempted to find any of the things he thought marked a liar. A twitch of an eye? A sudden grimace? A nervous twitch of the hand? Flitting eyes? He didn't really find anything pointing to deceit, Henri was either an extremely good liar, or he was being honest. Unfortunately, concentrating on his body language had caused Mars to not really listen to what was said. He only managed to catch the tail end. "Well, I'm not really a captain, but I do have a boat. You could hitch along, if you like. Let me see, we have Jin, Kyte, Vince, you, me, and maybe Leslie. Hmmm, one of us might have to swim, I'm not sure L'Esule can fit us all. Or maybe one of us can" Mars made air quotes, "borrow a boat." Mars smiled at his euphemism. He was still uncertain of Henri bring either an informant for, or an agent of Cipher Pol, but it occurred to him that it would be a more strategic move to have him close. If Henri was observing him, this would give him a chance to observe him. The real Cipher Pol agent that was trailing Mars, an agent of the first branch, was holed up in a stakeout apartment two blocks away. Even though it had been picked because it had boarded up windows, the agent had turned on the light, so his silhouette was still visible from outside. He was munching on unhealthy orange snacks, and looking through a spy glass at the group of pirates, and possible pirates. Unlike some of the higher branches, he was not trained to read lips, so he could only make out the people who were talking. This didn't stop him from trying to figure it out, however. The agent wiped his hand on his pants, and wrote on his still stained orange note pad, what he thought the conversation was about. He had haggling over fish prices, and talk about going on a leisure cruise in his entries for the day. It was the docks, right? What else could they be talking about? The conversation between Henri and Mars was interrupted by an explosion of splinters, and planks of wood were sent falling. Leslie stood behind the fallen wall with Moo, what Mars had decided to call the cow for now, looking as if they hadn't really realized their own strength. Leslie had changed into more informal wear, but it was still dazzling enough to mark her position. The sequins glittered in the moon light, and caught Mars' eye. "Wow, that's a lot of stuff, how many bags can you take with you on a ship?" Mars walked over to Moo and Leslie. Mars couldn't help but smile at the mountain of Leslie's life's acquisitions. Mars assumed it was mostly outfits, and he didn't feel as bad as he had before, about ruining Leslie's dress. Mars motioned his head towards the docks, as if he wanted to show Leslie something. "I don't know. Yacht's usually have lot of luggage room." Leslie replied. "Oh, of course, do you have a ticket ready?" Mars slowly turned his head up as he walked, and looked sideways at the moon, in his peripheral vision. "Uuuuuuuuh, no. I've actually been meaning to talk to you about that. I've decided to take you up on your offer, if it's still available that is." Mars' walking companion clarified. "Well, maybe you should look at my vessel first. Could use a bit of work, really. Speaking of which, you're a shipwright, right?" Mars didn't want Leslie to be surprised tomorrow by the aspect of his ship. "How'd you guess? Are you a stalker? Am I being watched by the government?!" Leslie quickly began looking side to side, as if looking for more people hidden in the shadows. "Hehe, yes about that. I haven't been entirely truthful with you, please let me explain. The man we fought today, is a type of man I unfortunately have experience with. A man like him took over my home. I was exiled, but I still fight people like him, which the World Government would kill or imprison me for, if they knew about it. So, I had to lie about it, because I wasn't sure if I could trust you. But, you have shown me that you are honest, and do good by others, so I trust you." Mars grinned again, and then suppressed his smile, and instead nodded gravely as he explained. Leslie stared at Mars for a moment blankly. "Uuuuuh, what?" Leslie asked. Mars turned his head to one side, mulling over how to explain it more simply. "I mean, I'm not one of the bad guys; but I'm not really a Cipher Pol agent either, sorry to lie to you." Mars mentioned after a moment of reflection. Leslie gasped. "You're not a secret agent?!?!" Leslie seemed taken aback. "No, I'm not, but I couldn't tell you the truth. I could of put you, and me in danger. I'm a sort of pirate. The island I am from sentenced me to death, so I have to be careful about the people I tell." Mars' eyes unfocused, and he bowed his head as he explained the last bit. He preferred to keep conversations about that part of his life short. |
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