PaparazzihosekisamaSeptember 14 2010, 02:00:43 UTC
This is very nice! Please don't flee!
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"Flaming" Attachan had made his living off shots of celebrities, but in the figurative storm that swept the world upon the death of Gold Roger, his best models fell out of the public eye. Everyone cared about pirates now, not fashion-conscious nobles; Yonkou this and Shichibukai that and the heavens only knew what else. It was all very confusing, and Attachan was easily confused in the least tumultuous of times. So he enlisted in the Marines.
As he would later tell his friends under the influence of strong drink, it had made sense at the time.
So he reported to the nearest base, at which point they would have accepted him with open arms had he not completely failed every physical aptitude test administered to him. The base's captain kindly told him that the World Government needed loyal and good-spirited civilians, too, which Attachan could only interpret as a slap to the face. So he dedicated his very being to getting in.
His life's ambition took only a week of solid stalking and picture-taking to realize, as the captain of the base had a low tolerance for having embarrassing photos of himself taken. As a punishment, or perhaps a reward, he was assigned to that notorious sea, the Grand Line.
Attachan thrived in the photography department. His photos were always the ones that made it to the official bounty posters; he was the man who had taken the definitive shots of this notorious bandit and that great pirate. He quickly rose through the ranks, and his career culminated in his documentation of the destruction of Enies Lobby by the rookie Strawhat Pirates. He recreated the public face of the Demon Child Nico Robin, he unveiled the bulk of the infamous crew, he discovered Cyborg Franky.
Attachan was set for life. He sat back and relaxed, until he learned of his fatal mistake.
He had left the lens cap on for his shot of Black Leg Sanji.
No! No, no, no! A perfect career, wasted. Down the drain. Attachan resigned in disgrace, weeping bitter tears. His friends tried to tell him that one mistake wasn't all that bad, but he didn't hear them over the breaking of his heart.
The formerly "Flaming" Attachan retired to South Blue and spent the rest of his days on a single tiny island without a Marine base, another victim of the horrors of piracy.
Artifical LightstrawberrymelloSeptember 18 2010, 00:18:07 UTC
The lights flickered.
Heavy thuds of booted feet coming down the stairs mixed with the screams and sobs and cries for help that drifted down the corridors to where Crocodile sat, in chains, on the lowest level of Impel Down.
The booted feet were dragging something, Crocodile could tell. Even in his seastone-weakened state, the weeks spent in Impel Down had honed his senses - he could tell when one of his fellow prisoners was about to do something stupid, he could tell when the guards were coming down to do their rounds, he could tell when the guards were coming for him.
This was something different. This was something new.
Crocodile shifted his weight, glanced over at Mr. 1. Their eyes met.
Perhaps this would be their chance, their chance to escape this endless hell of torture and hunger and unbearable weakness.
The lights flickered, and the steps came closer, came down the stairs and swept into the room, dragging the bloodied and beatedn figure of Fire-Fist Ace behind them.
Crocodile watched, and made no move. The guards and their prisoner passed through the room, deeper into the bowels of Impel Down.
Candy Is Dandy, But Liquor? 'Tis QuickergliblordSeptember 19 2010, 09:30:41 UTC
Zoro couldn't help but ask one day.
"Why do you always pack down so many sweets, Chopper? You're a pirate now."
Chopper sighed contentedly by the kitchen door, belly full of cotton candy. "Makes me happy," he said simply. "Besides, a true pirate eats whatever he pleases, without heeding the social mores, proscribed roles and stereotypes of mainstream society!"
Sanji lit up, finished with the day's cooking. "...You've spent a lot of time rationalizing this, haven't you," he laughed. "Don't worry, we all know you're a real pirate now. We're just debating what kind of pirate. At the very least you're not a full-fledged Candy Pirate: Those guys were the most hyper, gibbering idiots we ever fought."
Sanji gave Chopper a sidelong glance and then said "Though I don't know... you do get pretty excitable at times..."
"Shut up! I'll have you know that the so-called 'sugar rush' is a medical myth! It was all in their heads!" Chopper shouted, then clasped his hooves around his mouth in embarrassment.
"My my, yet another sugar-high outburst..." Sanji teased.
"Hmph. In reality, tons of sugar just makes you really sleepy. It's how I relax," said Chopper.
"That so?" said Zoro. "Well if that's the case, then I guess candy is dandy. But liquor's quicker."
"You know, Chopper, if you keep hogging all the sweets I just may have to upgrade you from 'emergency food source' to delicious cotton candy-stuffed venison a la mode," said Sanji.
"Eh?"
"Can I have mine with liquor?"
Sanji let out a nice long puff of smoke. "Absolutely."
"GYAAAAAAAA~"
Nami shook her head and facepalmed. "The only time those two aren't at each others' throats is when they're tormenting Chopper, I swear."
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"Flaming" Attachan had made his living off shots of celebrities, but in the figurative storm that swept the world upon the death of Gold Roger, his best models fell out of the public eye. Everyone cared about pirates now, not fashion-conscious nobles; Yonkou this and Shichibukai that and the heavens only knew what else. It was all very confusing, and Attachan was easily confused in the least tumultuous of times. So he enlisted in the Marines.
As he would later tell his friends under the influence of strong drink, it had made sense at the time.
So he reported to the nearest base, at which point they would have accepted him with open arms had he not completely failed every physical aptitude test administered to him. The base's captain kindly told him that the World Government needed loyal and good-spirited civilians, too, which Attachan could only interpret as a slap to the face. So he dedicated his very being to getting in.
His life's ambition took only a week of solid stalking and picture-taking to realize, as the captain of the base had a low tolerance for having embarrassing photos of himself taken. As a punishment, or perhaps a reward, he was assigned to that notorious sea, the Grand Line.
Attachan thrived in the photography department. His photos were always the ones that made it to the official bounty posters; he was the man who had taken the definitive shots of this notorious bandit and that great pirate. He quickly rose through the ranks, and his career culminated in his documentation of the destruction of Enies Lobby by the rookie Strawhat Pirates. He recreated the public face of the Demon Child Nico Robin, he unveiled the bulk of the infamous crew, he discovered Cyborg Franky.
Attachan was set for life. He sat back and relaxed, until he learned of his fatal mistake.
He had left the lens cap on for his shot of Black Leg Sanji.
No! No, no, no! A perfect career, wasted. Down the drain. Attachan resigned in disgrace, weeping bitter tears. His friends tried to tell him that one mistake wasn't all that bad, but he didn't hear them over the breaking of his heart.
The formerly "Flaming" Attachan retired to South Blue and spent the rest of his days on a single tiny island without a Marine base, another victim of the horrors of piracy.
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Heavy thuds of booted feet coming down the stairs mixed with the screams and sobs and cries for help that drifted down the corridors to where Crocodile sat, in chains, on the lowest level of Impel Down.
The booted feet were dragging something, Crocodile could tell. Even in his seastone-weakened state, the weeks spent in Impel Down had honed his senses - he could tell when one of his fellow prisoners was about to do something stupid, he could tell when the guards were coming down to do their rounds, he could tell when the guards were coming for him.
This was something different. This was something new.
Crocodile shifted his weight, glanced over at Mr. 1. Their eyes met.
Perhaps this would be their chance, their chance to escape this endless hell of torture and hunger and unbearable weakness.
The lights flickered, and the steps came closer, came down the stairs and swept into the room, dragging the bloodied and beatedn figure of Fire-Fist Ace behind them.
Crocodile watched, and made no move. The guards and their prisoner passed through the room, deeper into the bowels of Impel Down.
Strawhat would be coming.
Crocodile made his plans.
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Prompt: candy is dandy but liquor is quicker
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"Why do you always pack down so many sweets, Chopper? You're a pirate now."
Chopper sighed contentedly by the kitchen door, belly full of cotton candy. "Makes me happy," he said simply. "Besides, a true pirate eats whatever he pleases, without heeding the social mores, proscribed roles and stereotypes of mainstream society!"
Sanji lit up, finished with the day's cooking. "...You've spent a lot of time rationalizing this, haven't you," he laughed. "Don't worry, we all know you're a real pirate now. We're just debating what kind of pirate. At the very least you're not a full-fledged Candy Pirate: Those guys were the most hyper, gibbering idiots we ever fought."
Sanji gave Chopper a sidelong glance and then said "Though I don't know... you do get pretty excitable at times..."
"Shut up! I'll have you know that the so-called 'sugar rush' is a medical myth! It was all in their heads!" Chopper shouted, then clasped his hooves around his mouth in embarrassment.
"My my, yet another sugar-high outburst..." Sanji teased.
"Hmph. In reality, tons of sugar just makes you really sleepy. It's how I relax," said Chopper.
"That so?" said Zoro. "Well if that's the case, then I guess candy is dandy. But liquor's quicker."
"You know, Chopper, if you keep hogging all the sweets I just may have to upgrade you from 'emergency food source' to delicious cotton candy-stuffed venison a la mode," said Sanji.
"Eh?"
"Can I have mine with liquor?"
Sanji let out a nice long puff of smoke. "Absolutely."
"GYAAAAAAAA~"
Nami shook her head and facepalmed. "The only time those two aren't at each others' throats is when they're tormenting Chopper, I swear."
Prompt: First impressions
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