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 Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 2:25 am
"I'll make him proud!"
Lloyd spoke nonsense to himself while making his way to the center of the town. He held what appeared to be a poster of wood under his left arm, to which he clung to as if it were his life-line. His pace quickend while the nonsense continued to pour from his lips, he was clearly determined to do ... Whatever it was that he was doing. Upon arrival, the wanna-be pirate stood infront of the announcement board, taking the chunk of wood as well as a few discarded nails, only to nail it upon the large stand, using only his fists as a hammer.
"That should do it, just step one towards my ultimate goal."
Lloyd sat down patiently crossing his legs under his thighs, giving him a sort-of meditative look. He would wait until his crew came upon him, and if he could not find what he so desperately was seeking, Lloyd himself would go searching without them. He had no ship, no crew, no success at the moment. It would change, though, his ambition to become one of the seven guardians of the sea, no, the greatest guardian of the sea would be met. Protecting the innocents, seeking treasure, living life. All these goals would be met in due time.
((This is Ballista island, located in West Line. It is a peaceful island, but more importantly, it is an island fully-supported by the government and the marines, being a minor-marine outpost. More importantly, this is Lloyd, son of a Marine Officer. Before Lloyd's Father was killed on duty by a pirate, he lived a spoiled, wealthy life, having been crushed by the loss of his father, Lloyd recalled the teachings of his Dad, recalling how much hope he put into the Shichibukai, Seven pirates who defeated the evil pirates and defended the sea. This is Lloyd's ambition, to become the greatest of the Shichibukai. If you're interested in joining the Angry Skull Pirates, my crew, then make a post in response, if no responses are made, I will role play my own journey.))
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 5:11 pm
((Join? Want me to post stats next post, or no? Doesn't matter much to me. X3))
A young girl walked through the market place. "Geez," she sighed, giving an annoyed look. "So many darn Marines." She walked on, fiddling with her light brown pants and dark blue, long-sleeved shirt. "'Mandatory stop in the West Line', my butt~! Never trust an old guy from the West Line with directions!" stare She shrugs. "What's a pirate to do?" Strapped tightly around her thighs were two pouches, each containing her "straw-hat" possesions, two daggers taken from her father.
"Now... restaurant, restaurant... Let's see... Weapon store, unifrom store, tatto parlour, weapon store!! I HATE this place!!" She continued on in search of a simple place to eat. It'd been forever since she'd had a decent meal. The girl,-- now, how old was she? Must have been 16, huh? Smokey was her name-- she had been a wondering pirate ever since her parents succumed to the terror of the Grand Line, murdered by a Neptunian. Her goal in life was to take up their dream-- she wanted to see Raftel Island!!
Another sigh. "Don't people eat around here?" But, wait... Something snagged her attention... As if it were destiny, her eyes widened, a smile grew quickly. She saw a wooden sign that caught her eye.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 7:40 am
Sieg would be found running through the streets. He looked behind him.
"hmph, those marines sure are persistant."
Sieg looked back ahead and saw a wooden sign. He leaped over the young girl infront of it and swung himself up to the rooftops.He then leaped away.
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