1st Mikan [Action//Voice//Action]
[Action // Locked to Luffy]
[When Bellemere opened her eyes and gazed up at the round, orange fruit in her sight, her first thought was that she was stuck as a ghost tending to the damn orchard. The wings? They didn't help. Neither did the plain white dress (a dress like this? not my style). She's still a tad too drugged to walk in a straight line, but she can definitely walk. And so she makes her way through the grove with an uncertainty about her life and whether or not it actually ended
Where were her girls? Where did those goddamn pirates go? Genzo?
This would be a very long day. After she gets re-acquainted with certain orange-haired daughters and figures out just what happened, she'll address the public at large.]
[Voice]
Huh... so it's working...
[she tinkers with the journal a little more, before relaxing against her seat]
So out goes the islands, and in comes the forests. I'm a little depressed to hear the only spit of ocean we have is out by the mountains. I happen to be a pretty big fan of the sea, but this is a little tougher to enjoy, when it's limited all to hell.
[One cannot see it well, but she leans back and does a good old fashioned arm-crossing huff.]
They were at least nice enough to throw my mikan grove here. I'll have a job yet-even if money's not a problem. [...] I admit, that's pretty nice, but it won't keep me from complaining for long; I have a big, gripey mouth, so expect an eardrum to go out.
[And then, a brief smile, with a light, content tone, despite herself--]
... Where's the nearest bar?
[Action // Open]
[And now that this was out of the way, she's off to check out all the free stuff in the store. And then try to find ol' reliable at the weapons shop; she hadn't parted with that damn gun in a long while, so might as well not even let death do that relationship in. First! Going into the strawhat kitchen to make something to eat. A big. Mighty. Sandwich. She's dyin' here! All of this emotional stuff is really draining on the stomach.
Second. Booze. Gonna need it. Off to the bar, with a gusto!! She's going to order herself one beer and be incredibly thankful that there's a surplus of it. This is the longest day ever.... Well, okay, maybe not in Bellemere's lifetime it ain't, but oh well.
Cheers.]
[When Bellemere opened her eyes and gazed up at the round, orange fruit in her sight, her first thought was that she was stuck as a ghost tending to the damn orchard. The wings? They didn't help. Neither did the plain white dress (a dress like this? not my style). She's still a tad too drugged to walk in a straight line, but she can definitely walk. And so she makes her way through the grove with an uncertainty about her life and whether or not it actually ended
Where were her girls? Where did those goddamn pirates go? Genzo?
This would be a very long day. After she gets re-acquainted with certain orange-haired daughters and figures out just what happened, she'll address the public at large.]
[Voice]
Huh... so it's working...
[she tinkers with the journal a little more, before relaxing against her seat]
So out goes the islands, and in comes the forests. I'm a little depressed to hear the only spit of ocean we have is out by the mountains. I happen to be a pretty big fan of the sea, but this is a little tougher to enjoy, when it's limited all to hell.
[One cannot see it well, but she leans back and does a good old fashioned arm-crossing huff.]
They were at least nice enough to throw my mikan grove here. I'll have a job yet-even if money's not a problem. [...] I admit, that's pretty nice, but it won't keep me from complaining for long; I have a big, gripey mouth, so expect an eardrum to go out.
[And then, a brief smile, with a light, content tone, despite herself--]
... Where's the nearest bar?
[Action // Open]
[And now that this was out of the way, she's off to check out all the free stuff in the store. And then try to find ol' reliable at the weapons shop; she hadn't parted with that damn gun in a long while, so might as well not even let death do that relationship in. First! Going into the strawhat kitchen to make something to eat. A big. Mighty. Sandwich. She's dyin' here! All of this emotional stuff is really draining on the stomach.
Second. Booze. Gonna need it. Off to the bar, with a gusto!! She's going to order herself one beer and be incredibly thankful that there's a surplus of it. This is the longest day ever.... Well, okay, maybe not in Bellemere's lifetime it ain't, but oh well.
Cheers.]