When You're a Professional Pirate...[closed]
Characters: Allen Walker, Captain Isako
Content: Joining the crew after being hauled off the merchant ship.
Setting: A holding room on the The 4423?
Time: Back Logging. After the raid on the merchant ship, before Doma.
Warnings:Language maybe. Possibly slow logging as i'm on GMT time.
How long had it been since he'd been locked in here? An hour? Four hours? Four days? Allen couldn't really tell, all he knew was that it was too long and he felt like being overly dramatic about it. In reality, he doubted that it had been all that long, but the room was small and bare, and it was making the white haired young man feel a little claustraphobic.
He'd gotten bored of pacing since it only took three strides to reach the other side, and he had tried the door to find it locked. Not that he couldn't fix that problem, but where would he go? Allen was surrounded by pirates, and as he had decided earlier, fighting would not work here. With a sigh, Allen sat, leaning back against the wall as he listened to the comings and goings of the people on board. Overall, they didn't sound like the pirates from tales he'd been told. He hadn't heard any fights, yells about mutiny or gloating over how many people they'd killed. Maybe they were normal people.
Another bored groan and Allen pulled out his pack of cards again - he'd already played several rounds of patience, and had a few goes at solitair. Now he resorted to playing blackjack against himself.
Content: Joining the crew after being hauled off the merchant ship.
Setting: A holding room on the The 4423?
Time: Back Logging. After the raid on the merchant ship, before Doma.
Warnings:Language maybe. Possibly slow logging as i'm on GMT time.
How long had it been since he'd been locked in here? An hour? Four hours? Four days? Allen couldn't really tell, all he knew was that it was too long and he felt like being overly dramatic about it. In reality, he doubted that it had been all that long, but the room was small and bare, and it was making the white haired young man feel a little claustraphobic.
He'd gotten bored of pacing since it only took three strides to reach the other side, and he had tried the door to find it locked. Not that he couldn't fix that problem, but where would he go? Allen was surrounded by pirates, and as he had decided earlier, fighting would not work here. With a sigh, Allen sat, leaning back against the wall as he listened to the comings and goings of the people on board. Overall, they didn't sound like the pirates from tales he'd been told. He hadn't heard any fights, yells about mutiny or gloating over how many people they'd killed. Maybe they were normal people.
Another bored groan and Allen pulled out his pack of cards again - he'd already played several rounds of patience, and had a few goes at solitair. Now he resorted to playing blackjack against himself.