( my life, it fails... )

Zoro was standing on a flat white surface. In fact, he was surrounded by white as it stretched out into nothingness. He was lifting something heavy, but it was hard to tell since the focus was a little too zoomed-in, mainly on his left shoulder which was doing all the lifting. It doesn't show what's in his hand at the moment. The image pans out ( Read more... )

( my life means nothing if I can't... )

LUFFY WHERE ARE YOU. HOW DO I GET THIS SHIT OFF MY FACE?!

Luckily, I managed to wash off the red and pink after a couple of tries, but I haven't been able to remove the green off my eyes for three days. THREE DAYS. And to paint my face like that idiot Mr. 2.... what were you thinking?!

AND YOU BETTER RESPOND TO THIS. JUST BECAUSE I CAN'T FIND YOU  ( Read more... )

( we think so highly of each other )

( zoro's promise )

Erg! All right, let's see if this will help.

I... need a better place to sleep. Any suggestions? Maybe a motel, or something cheap...

( happy fun time with zoro... )

[ zoro is just staring at the screen. he doesn't KNOW that it's a screen, because he is sort of dumb and never handled technology like this in his life. from his view, he's just staring a large Onigiri (japanese riceball), which is the shape of his dreamberry. now and then, he'll tap the screen, or rub his chin. ]

...I want to throw this piece of ( Read more... )

--the hell is voicemail? I know what a voice is... and mail, too... but voicemail?

[ scuffling sounds here and there ]

[ more noise ]

Whatever. Next--

beep.