The only fantasies that really matter [Semiclosed]

Apr 27, 2011 22:37

Characters: Franky, Jim Hawkins (Message me if you want in)
Location: Shop room
Time: Backdated to not long after the Nexus
Content: A man's got to know when to move on.
Format: Prose.
Warnings: Sads.

are the ones you actually go after )

cutty "franky" flam, sanji, monkey d. luffy, jim hawkins, satoshi fujio

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silveradotides April 28 2011, 05:59:40 UTC
Indeed, the boy noticed Franky hadn't been quite himself lately, but Jim had merely shrugged it off as nothing to worry about. After all, how would one describe Franky being "himself" when he so embodied oddness himself? But things had been quiet. As cliched as it was, it was too quiet. Nothing was exploding, or being set on fire; the music wasn't blasting at its usual volumes. No, the more Jim thought about it, the more he was certain something was up.

He had finished his last class of the day and decided to make a bee line for the shop. He had left his board there and asked Franky to give everything a good once over to see if there was anything he missed. Sometimes an extra pair of eyes were essential. Seeing the door was already open, he saw his board set down upon a bench, looking as if whatever work was needed for it had already been provided. He heard some small noises in one of the lockers and out of curiosity spoke out.

"Franky? That you?"

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silveradotides May 1 2011, 05:41:06 UTC
He hadn't expected to see such a friendly or daresay tender side of Franky, but he didn't mind it. Jim simply smiled, even chuckling when the cyborg gave his hair a ruffle.

His expression slowly shifted at the mention of Franky's legacy. He looked at his mentor and thought about the responsibility he was bestowing on him. To realize Franky trusted him THAT much, the boy tried to blink back the tears.

"Y-You got it man," another sniff escaped him, "And um... when you get a chance... make sure you keep in touch," he brought a hand through his hair again our of habit. "Might need some help trying to put together a new board or something, y'know?"

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supremeweek May 1 2011, 06:18:44 UTC
Ahh, the kid was sniffling even more, and getting all sappy on him, and... oh dear, there was suddenly a terrible leak from somewhere getting all over Franky's face.

"Ahh, d-damnit! I ain'd godda waste my time checkin' in onna... onna brat like you!" Franky buried his face in his arms. "But... but if you really need it... shit, I guess I'll bodder wi' it..."

Unable to contain himself, Franky reached out and pulled the teen into a hug. "You take care of yerself, Jimbo! You're gonna do good!

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silveradotides May 1 2011, 06:53:34 UTC
A smile and a laugh passed through the boy as he saw his friend clearly tearing up- er, springing a leak. He nodded as the leak clearly left Franky's voice in a some kind of state he never heard before. Clearly a guy like Franky couldn't be blubbering like that! Suddenly, Jim noticed the same leak showing up on his face as well. Such an odd problem this was.

Then, with a start, Jim found himself pulled with very little effort towards the leaking teacher. Franky must have tripped! Yes, tripped, and needed Jim to help him up. Never one to simply do nothing, he brought his arms around the cyborg and helped him out.

"I- I'll miss you, Franky."

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supremeweek May 1 2011, 07:39:48 UTC
It was good that Jim understood the slight disorientation Franky was going through at the moment. Having some stupid water sloshing from a mystery leak made it awfully hard to speak right, it was just a little speech impediment was all, and it also made it hard to be coordinated, hence the trip. But now that he had Jim in his arms... well, hugging could be considered perfectly manly. If you did it with a don.

He'd been around this school for a long time. He'd met a lot of good kids, a lot of which had needed to move on, eventually, but Franky had been glad to at least make the connection with the whiny little teens while he could. Even if he was annoyed with himself for taking so long to move on, he didn't regret for one second having met these little saps.

Squeezing the kid tight (but thankfully not as tight as he could), Franky gave a nod. "Y-yeah, ya little moron. I'll miss ya too."

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silveradotides May 2 2011, 22:03:06 UTC
With a final sniff, Jim loosened his embrace, and returned to his usual posture; his hands in his pockets and his shoulders slouched forward. He smiled, "So, how you planning to leave? You gonna borrow one of the restored cars in the garage?"

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supremeweek May 3 2011, 08:31:03 UTC
Breaking the manly clasp, Franky puffed out his chest and crossed his arms, willing himself to take deep breaths and get a hold of himself. Sometimes all that man's romance he had became too much for him to handle. "Feh! You kidding? I'm heading out in style, nothing'll live up to my own design." He held out a hand, painting the scene in his mind's eye and pulling his guitar from somewhere mysterious. "It'll be me and my bike, drivin' off into the dusty sunset! A man and his ride, together in the open road, out to find his dreams!" Yes, he liked the sound of that. He strummed his guitar to accentuate the feel.

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silveradotides May 5 2011, 05:35:37 UTC
"Waitwaitwait...You gotta motorcycle?!" He asked incredulously.

He honestly should not have been as surprised as he was, knowing Franky, but he couldn't take back what he said. After all, the smile on his face showed he was certainly quite curious to see this marvel or machinery, and the look in his eyes showed he was right there in the scene Franky had painted out.

"So where is this bike of yours?" he asked with eager curiosity. (He hoped Franky would forgive him for interrupting his musical moment.)

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supremeweek May 5 2011, 18:01:59 UTC
"Tch! You didn't know? She's only the most gorgeous piece'a work I cranked out since I got to this school!" The topic of vehicles pushed away any unmanly feelings finally, and Franky beamed at the topic of his baby.

"She's a real beaut, got her set up in the garage. The rest of the stuff I made's gettin' taken apart, I can't leave you guys with an easy model to copy, but she's comin' with me to see me to the end."

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silveradotides May 8 2011, 07:18:20 UTC
He thought about the possibility of heading to the garage to see some of whatever he'll be leaving behind. Left either disassembled or still in one piece, the idea of what young Mr Hawkins could tweak, fiddle around, and play with certainly enticed him. All sorts of new knick-knacks he could make up.

Even more interesting though, was the sound of this beaut of a motorcycle.

"Why didn't ya show us this during class?" He asked with a smirk, clearly not at all offended, but acting slightly hurt by this. No matter the answer, he hoped to get a look at this bike before his mentor left.

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supremeweek May 9 2011, 21:44:40 UTC
Near all of Franky's stuff would be reduced to parts; if Jim wanted to get a look at what was left behind, he'd certainly not be getting many freebees.

Franky gave another strum of his guitar as he thought about his ride. "Ahhh, half those kids can't tell a ball peen from a phillips' head. My baby deserves respect, and I'm not gonna let a buncha greenhorns go and rough her up without thinkin' about it."

It was obvious, of course, what Jim was trying to get at with this, And Franky couldn't bring himself to grudge the kid in their last meeting. He smirked, and stood. "But, I think you've at least earned a look, if that board of yours is anythin' to go by."

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silveradotides May 11 2011, 04:23:34 UTC
He raised an eyebrow in response to the cyborg's jab towards his students, but he understood where he was coming from. Jim certainly wouldn't have liked it if anyone started touching and fiddling around with his board, so he knew Franky was justified in keeping his stylin' motorcycle out of the gaze of the other technopaths here at the school.

Hearing Franky's allowance that he could see this motorcycle, the boy's eyes lit up as if he were 6 years old on Christmas Day. He didn't say anything, but his smile certainly said more than any words could.

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supremeweek May 11 2011, 16:03:52 UTC
Franky led the kid to the garage, where his ride was waiting for him. He gave the chopper a fond pat. "Here she is: The Blazing Hundred!"

The design was a thickly built one, sturdy and with plenty of extra space for Franky-style surprises. Despite the bright paint job hearkening back to Franky's eccentric wardrobe, the design actually worked well on the vehicle. "She ain't a sleek design, but there's enough cola in her tanks to get her movin' faster than any other out on the road."

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silveradotides May 14 2011, 03:47:48 UTC
He kept close behind his mentor as they headed to the garage, Jim wasn't going to miss this for the world. When the cycle was finally presented to him, the boy looked utterly amazed.

The sheen, the polish, the upkeep of it; it was all impressive, but what really grabbed Jim was the amount of personality. The personality of it. It wouldn't matter if whoever saw this had never met Franky before, they'd know that this was his bike. Jim hoped to one day make something that would be as identifiable as his.

He wanted to at least bring a hand across it, but was hesitant. He looked to the cyborg to see if it was alright.

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supremeweek May 19 2011, 04:22:51 UTC
Few things were more rewarding than someone genuinely appreciative of your work. Franky beamed with pride as Jim hovered over the Hundred, taking her in. It was the little things.

Jim looked back, and Franky responded with just a grin and a nod. The kid had proven himself enough for that.

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