001 [Video]

[southernreaper]

[The feed kicks on to a ruffled looking young teenager. He shoves unruly brown hair out of green eyes. He's got a pretty bad scuff on his shoulder and there's dirt on his shirt and his face. He brushes it off, almost absently.

He takes a deep breath and has a deep southern accent.]Umm, I ain't real sure I believe them people 'round the baseball

Comments

[voice]

[isitablurred]

You stayed and listened to everything they had to say, right? Pretty much all of it is true, even the least believable parts.

[voice]

[southernreaper]

Beggin' ya pardon, sir, but I ain't exactly the type t'take what those in charge say as gospel.

[Too many betrayals. Especially by adults.]

[voice]

[isitablurred]

Hey, easy on the 'Sir'. I'm not in charge here either.

[voice]

[southernreaper]

[Yeah, he figured that, but you're older, and have obviously been here longer. Meaning you are 'Sir' until he knows what else to call you.]

Ya been here long, sir?

[Video]

[tapdancinskelly]

Good day to you Mr. Ford! My name is Brooke, I'm the bard of the straw hat pirates, and it's a pleasure to meet you! Unfortunately I don't know what the status is like for jobs at my shop at the moment. You see I recently returned here myself and my crew has been running my shop in my absence, but I don't know if you'd want to work at a musical store or restaurant anyways. I'd happily tell you anything I know about Siren's Port if you'd like. Although my information might be a little outdated, much of what I knew likely still applies.

[Video]

[southernreaper]

[STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE. And he does this as a guy who knows a walking boulder.]

Uhh...

[Takes him a few more seconds to shake his head and respond properly.]

Uhh, I thank ya fer the offer, sir, but I don't think me workin' at a restaurant is the best idea. An' I don't know nothin' 'bout workin' at a music shop. I prefer workin' with metal.

[Video]

[tapdancinskelly]

Well there's lots of metal in a musical store when it comes to repairing brass instruments, but considering the fact that my store is no longer a musical store, I doubt that I'd have much for you to do. Still, I'd think you could most likely get a job in darkness proofing places if nothing else. That's always in high demand around here, and steel plated doors always help.

[Video]

[southernreaper]

[He can't get over the TALKING SKELETON that he's looking at. And he thought himself pretty jaded when it came to mutants and stuff.]

I'll keep that in mind, thank ya Mr. Brooke.

Voice:

[makes_asteroids]

Westchester? Which one? [Ok, he's curious.]

Re: Voice:

[southernreaper]

There's more'n one?

[Stupid question. Good thing you can't see his ears heat in embarrassment.]

Umm, the one in New York. I go t'school there.

Re: Voice:

[makes_asteroids]

Hm. I taught at a school in Westchester, New York once. My cousin Charles ran it.

Re: Voice:

[southernreaper]

[He's confused... So so confused.]

I'm glad for ya sir?

[Voice]

[speedytroll]

Oh man you totally ate it at the diamond didn't you! [Not going to lie. So did he.]

You actually listened to the guys there. Man, I just ignored the shit out of them and answered whatever silly and pretty questions they wanted me to answer. I just know we can't leave this place.

Oh and that being out at night is a really bad idea. So you should watch out for that.

[Voice]

[southernreaper]

No, I didn't. [It's not dirt, but ashes. Someone almost died.]

An' thanks fer the information.

[Voice]

[speedytroll]

Buzzkillll. You should clean your face then because you look like you ate it or you're just really messy.

Also! Don't mess with the corporations here. Apparently they aren't beneath being complete asswipes.

[Voice]

[southernreaper]

... Yeah, the one Doc told me 'bout the companies.

[He's leaving the other thing alone.]