Characters: Anyone and everyone! Content: After the awards ceremony, the grand party starts! Setting: All over the race area Time: The day after the finals, from the afternoon to all through the night Warnings: Expect PG-13 things.
Hijikata really didn't know what reason compelled him to come here, but he supposed it was better than what he had been doing... recently. At least for once, none of his 'pets' had accompanied him. It was getting rather irritating finding himself stopped and/or pissed off, irritated or annoyed by the presence that the trio of animals usually bought with them. Not to mention the fact that their presence constantly destroyed whatever image his persona as the Demon Boatswain usually bought.
As it was, the boatswain was in his own corner of the festivities, a cup of ice-cold water in had as the samurai glanced around the party that was going on while taking a sip from the glass. There really wasn't much to do around here, really - maybe he'd just go and congratulate Lombardi, hang around a bit more and then just head back to the ship.
...somehow, Hijikata couldn't find it in himself to be all-too surprised by the alchemist's sudden appearance. Or maybe he just couldn't bother for today.
Either way, all the other would get in response was a definite lineface, accompanied by the slight twitching of an eyebrown and the pulsing of a vein at the base of his temple as the swordsman shrugged the other off him and took a meaningful sip of his water.
"You got a problem with that?" came the response as he turned around to look at the other.
"Only if you do," Roy smoothly returned, as he came up. The alchemist brought out his customary pack and offered it in the other's direction. Not quite a peace offering - simply something done out of courtesy.
...well okay, Kensei had to admit - winning was a pretty damned good thing. Aside from the snickering remarks that Hiyori and Shinji gave to him, everything else was pretty fine. Not only did he get a bit of cash from winning, he also pretty much got the whole of the 4423 a trip to Licere and its all-famous hot springs.
For once, life had never been better.
The winner of this year's race was currently wandering randomly through the party, his trophy in hand as he glanced at the hustle and bustle that was happening around him. Truthfully the silver-haired Vaizard really wasn't the kind of guy for these kind of pish-posh parties, but hey - he did win this race after all. It wouldn't be too nice if the winner didn't turn up after everything that had happened.
And there was free food - free good food, and with the life he's living, that was the kind of opportunity that he couldn't let slip by.
^^; Zack can go bother Kensei, y/n?zack_thefairestJuly 20 2009, 08:56:34 UTC
Zack was grinning broadly as he wandered around the party, a drink in one hand, a sandwich in the other. Now THIS was a party! Lots of food, drink and entertainment, and most of it was even free!
Now if only he could find someone to chat with for a bit, hopefully someone he knew. He'd heard earlier that the Winding Way was putting up another performance, maybe he should head there instead to see if he could find some familiar faces.
Just then, he spotted the man of the hour wander by, trophy in hand.
Ahaha. Feel free!kirekazeJuly 20 2009, 10:10:39 UTC
Kensei perked up half-way from eating the plate of sausages he had been captiously trying to balance with one hand (a trick that was no mean feat, considering the trophy he had to hold with him), brown eyes blinking as he looked up to see who it was that called him.
He straightened himself properly once he got who it was, taking a moment to gulp down the sausage dangling from his mouth before smiling and calling back to the other. "Hey there, Zack."
Zack half bounced, half jogged in front of Kensei.
"Looking good there, Kensei!" He greeted the other cheerfully. "Congrats again on your win." He quickly swallowed the last bite of sandwich and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Milk, human form, was happily hoarding all the unhealthy food in sight and most of the healthy stuff. Sometimes it belonged to others, but she was an expert at yanking food off people's plates when they weren't looking. Besides, it was their problem, not hers.
As for what she had now, in one arm, she held one plate piled high with pizza from a vendor (like she would touch hamburgers or hot dogs for a year after her and Haruhi's eating contest adventure) and another stuffed with completely unhealthy pretzels and cakes, and, in the other, she had various drinks, most half-finished and yanked from other people.
about time these two should log amirite.d_luffymonkeyJuly 20 2009, 12:56:27 UTC
In the meantime, a certain powder monkey who worked at the same ship as Milk was was also currently trying to horde as much food as his stretchable limbs could do for him. With eyes that sparkled in glee and delight at all the free food piled around the place for him to take, Luffy was only far too happy to try and empty the plates of food that were lying all over the tables. From the casseroles to the jelly to the chicken and the meatloaves--all of them were not spared from the shounen retard's stomach.
As it was, the rubber monkey was randomly grabbing things from tables and unexpected people nearby - one of them being a bunch of cakes taken right from Milk's grasp as Luffy strolled by with his elastic limbs.
"HEY!" Being the giant hypocrite that she was, Milk immediately noticed the cake theft and yanked back the plate, at least, enough that the two of them seemed to be having a one-handed tug-of-war. She didn't have the capability to actually take it back, what with the piles of food and drink gathered in her arms that she also didn't want to lose.
Luffy himself actually did have a while armful of food on his side too - but being a shounen retard did have its certain privileges. Though then again, Milk was hardly ordinary herself anyway so...
The powder monkey mindlessly chewed on the slab of meat that was dangling in his mouth, having not yet noticed Milk and only wondering why he couldn't yank his arm back yet. Did it get caught onto something now...? Without bothering to even turn around and look, the teenager only tugged harder on the hand that was holding the plate of cakes as he gobbled on the meat in his mouth.
Like Kensei, Ichigo wasn't a huge fan of parties. But he'd been out for hours, listening to speeches and getting awards and stuff, so he figured why not stick around for a little while longer? He hadn't bothered to change out of his flightsuit, so he was walking around with the top half tied around his waist (it was far too hot to run around with the whole thing on -- even the undershirt he wore underneath he was considering losing) and the voucher for that weekend tucked into a pocket. His trophy -- significantly smaller than Kensei's, but still pretty decent -- was tucked under one arm
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Oh, the perks of being in disguise. No one had expected Reno to go to the awards and stuff, so he hadn't. He'd gone back to the ship, told a mechanic to check out his plane, and crashed for a good two hours after getting a shower.
Someone had woken him up when the party started, and Reno wasn't going to miss it. Yeah, he'd lost, but Kensei'd won, and that meant it was his right to a celebration. Wasn't everyday your crew mate thrashed some military bastards, was it?
He spotted another redhead soon after he arrived. Third place winner, if that trophy was any sign. Reno wandered over. "Congratulations."
Ichigo would have envied him that shower and nap, had he known. But he didn't, and ignorance was bliss. (He was also quite ignorant of Eyeshield 21's true identity, which was just as well.)
So he looked at the stranger. He hadn't thought he'd seen this guy anywhere before, but then again, this was Ichigo Kurosaki, who could not remember a name or a face to save his life. "Thanks," he said with a shrug. Third place wasn't the greatest, but it wasn't half bad, either. He felt pretty stoic about it, all things considered.
He hoped he hadn't seen this guy before. It was always awkward when he couldn't bring names to mind.
Having grabbed a bit of the food they had for the party goers and armed accordingly with cigarettes, Hibari had moved off to a far, far corner of the area, where he could watch the party without having to actually participate in it. Crowds annoyed him, after all.
...Of course, that did beg to question why he was there in the first place. The pilot took a sip of his drink, shook the ice in his cup and stared off, watching the people, wondering he had dropped in. Curiosity, maybe. That was pretty much the only thing that ever drove him.
Sara hadn't exactly wanted a party. However, she'd kind of had to come, and so she was sitting around in the wallflower corner with Emily propped up next to her.
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As it was, the boatswain was in his own corner of the festivities, a cup of ice-cold water in had as the samurai glanced around the party that was going on while taking a sip from the glass. There really wasn't much to do around here, really - maybe he'd just go and congratulate Lombardi, hang around a bit more and then just head back to the ship.
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It was one of his endearing qualities, actually.
Roy immediately came up from behind, and draped an arm across Hijikata's shoulders as he peered, incredulously, at what Hijikata was drinking.
"What. Just water?"
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Either way, all the other would get in response was a definite lineface, accompanied by the slight twitching of an eyebrown and the pulsing of a vein at the base of his temple as the swordsman shrugged the other off him and took a meaningful sip of his water.
"You got a problem with that?" came the response as he turned around to look at the other.
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For once, life had never been better.
The winner of this year's race was currently wandering randomly through the party, his trophy in hand as he glanced at the hustle and bustle that was happening around him. Truthfully the silver-haired Vaizard really wasn't the kind of guy for these kind of pish-posh parties, but hey - he did win this race after all. It wouldn't be too nice if the winner didn't turn up after everything that had happened.
And there was free food - free good food, and with the life he's living, that was the kind of opportunity that he couldn't let slip by.
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Now if only he could find someone to chat with for a bit, hopefully someone he knew. He'd heard earlier that the Winding Way was putting up another performance, maybe he should head there instead to see if he could find some familiar faces.
Just then, he spotted the man of the hour wander by, trophy in hand.
"Oi, Kensei!" Zack called out cheerfully.
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He straightened himself properly once he got who it was, taking a moment to gulp down the sausage dangling from his mouth before smiling and calling back to the other. "Hey there, Zack."
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"Looking good there, Kensei!" He greeted the other cheerfully. "Congrats again on your win." He quickly swallowed the last bite of sandwich and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Enjoying your party?"
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As for what she had now, in one arm, she held one plate piled high with pizza from a vendor (like she would touch hamburgers or hot dogs for a year after her and Haruhi's eating contest adventure) and another stuffed with completely unhealthy pretzels and cakes, and, in the other, she had various drinks, most half-finished and yanked from other people.
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As it was, the rubber monkey was randomly grabbing things from tables and unexpected people nearby - one of them being a bunch of cakes taken right from Milk's grasp as Luffy strolled by with his elastic limbs.
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The powder monkey mindlessly chewed on the slab of meat that was dangling in his mouth, having not yet noticed Milk and only wondering why he couldn't yank his arm back yet. Did it get caught onto something now...? Without bothering to even turn around and look, the teenager only tugged harder on the hand that was holding the plate of cakes as he gobbled on the meat in his mouth.
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Someone had woken him up when the party started, and Reno wasn't going to miss it. Yeah, he'd lost, but Kensei'd won, and that meant it was his right to a celebration. Wasn't everyday your crew mate thrashed some military bastards, was it?
He spotted another redhead soon after he arrived. Third place winner, if that trophy was any sign. Reno wandered over. "Congratulations."
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So he looked at the stranger. He hadn't thought he'd seen this guy anywhere before, but then again, this was Ichigo Kurosaki, who could not remember a name or a face to save his life. "Thanks," he said with a shrug. Third place wasn't the greatest, but it wasn't half bad, either. He felt pretty stoic about it, all things considered.
He hoped he hadn't seen this guy before. It was always awkward when he couldn't bring names to mind.
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Hey, Reno was easy to please.
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...Of course, that did beg to question why he was there in the first place. The pilot took a sip of his drink, shook the ice in his cup and stared off, watching the people, wondering he had dropped in. Curiosity, maybe. That was pretty much the only thing that ever drove him.
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"So you are with that doll again."
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