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Post by Sebastiano Rossi-Vargas on Oct 10, 2010 14:32:46 GMT -5
Sebastiano sat at the bar, taking sips from his drink as he smiled in drunken amusement at everyone around him. Really, he probably shouldn't have been there. His mother might need help with something after all. But it had been a long day, and he was tired and in need of a good few drinks to numb the stress for a while. He would go home soon, he had thought, he just needed a drink or two and he would be fine.
A drink or two meaning about ten or twelve, of course.
It had probably been a bad idea, taking that one extra, but he just didn't want to go home yet, that was all. He would go home soon, he was sure. He wasn't that irresponsible, after all...or at least, he liked to think he wasn't.
Still, though, he was having a good time so far, and he really didn't want to go home just yet. Perhaps another drink or two first, and then he would leave...which was exactly what he'd been telling himself for the past hour, but he ignored that thought in favor of taking another drink. After all, something interesting might happen!
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Oct 18, 2010 18:18:11 GMT -5
For some time now, some thing had been nagging at the back of Gilberts head. It felt like a feeling you get when you have forgotten something, maybe a stove on or forgot to lock the door to your room at the ship. But no, this was nothing as small as that, it went deeper and he just couldn’t get it out of his head. It bothered him when he was awake, when he was about to sleep and even nagged him at his sleep.
He wished it would’ve been just something small, that would pass in no time, but at the same time he knew that this nagging feeling didn’t go away until some serious business gets solved at first. Yes, serious business that involved a certain important journal that was filled with great and epic things and was now who knows where with some goddamn lowlife street urchin in some who knows what gutter!!
The stolen journal had indeed been nagging Captain Prussia’s mind ever since it had disappeared with the thief. He would definitely not be able to just let it go and all of his existence had now just been set to finding that small book. He hasn’t even noticed if his crew was wondering his behavior. His first mate, Arthur, probably had seen the dark cloud over his Captain’s head and probably the whole crew had been wondering what was happening. But the Captain hadn’t told them what was really the problem. Not even when the were planning about their attack to the great Expo-happening or going through what they needed to know about it and how they were going to benefit the most about it. Gilbert’s mind really wasn’t in the task at hand then. He was only thinking how he would make that urchin suffer for the greatest sin against the great Captain Prussia and how he would never ever let his eyes off that precious journal of his.
The great theft had happened some time ago already and Gilbert was actually getting really bothered by his obsession to catch that thief. He had been trying to be all awesomely captain-y today too, but since it hasn’t been working without him trying to plot his revenge, he had given the command to Arthur and decided to head down to the Bar. Yes, nothing would help to ease up his fabulous mind quite as nicely as few glasses or beer…topped with some more beer. Sounds like a plan…he felt more lift up already!
As he had reached the bar and got his first beer to his hand and was starting to gulp it up down his throat…something unexpected happened: his eyes drifted to the other part of the bar and he saw that same brunette hair, the same hair-curl bouncing as the person moved his head…absolutely! He would never be mistaken! The beer was left on the table as Gilbert was on his feet in mere seconds and fighting his way through the crowds to get to that goddamn thief! How that bastard even dared to show his face around in the open like that! Not that Prussia saw his face at the moment, but still…that bastard was here and hah! The great Captain would get his revenge and a good beer during the same day! He was already ready to pull out his sword to attack the little worm right now right there, but maybe his non-beer-filled brain was trying to tell him something….something like that it wasn’t really wise to do so when the bar was half full of military men and some other bastards who could take a hike right this minute. Oh well..he’d catch the bastard, drink a few beer, make the urchin pay and then take him back to his ship. Sounded like an awesome plan~ hahaa! of course…it was his plan after all.
By now he was just behind his target. With just few quick movement, he had slammed his hand to the other’s shoulder and made the target spin around, watching him closely. He couldn’t take a sword out, but he had a nice, well hidden dagger in his sleeve and it would have to help him ‘pursuade’ the thief to come with him.
“Hahaa! You bastard! You though you could run away from me!” he hissed as he made this movement, ready to take full pleasure from getting his revenge…and his journal back.
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Post by Sebastiano Rossi-Vargas on Oct 19, 2010 19:00:57 GMT -5
Sebastiano was a rather cheerful drunk. It was hard to upset him, as he wasn't very good at reading the atmosphere while in this state of mind, and never noticed that anything was wrong until it was made plainly obvious (and even then, sometimes he didn't see it coming until it was too late). Being easily pleased in general, it didn't take much to put a grin on his face. As it was, he was having the time of his life. Flirting with girls, drinking wine, and without a care in the world, as drunks often were. No, he didn't think he would be going home soon, he half-thought. He was much too content to leave. There were women, there was wine, there was music, and he couldn't be happier.
Until he was forcefully turned around by someone he had never seen before, that is.
He blinked up at the man curiously, unable to really process the danger of the situation in his drunken stupor. "Ciao~" He greeted cheerfully, smiling. "Who are you~? Did you want to drink with me?"
If he had been sober, he might have been able to tell that perhaps it was best to get as far away from this man as possible. If he were sober, he would probably have seen the knife in the man's sleeve, and would have gotten away as fast as humanly possible. But, as it was, he was too drunk to really care, and was blissfully ignorant of any danger to his life that there might have been.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Nov 7, 2010 17:14:58 GMT -5
“Don’t you ‘chiao’ me you bastard! Where the hell is my book!” Captain Prussia hissed to the person he was holding down and squeezed the guy’s shoulder a bit just to make sure the shorter brunette didn’t escape. Hm…though this felt weird. He didn’t remember the thief being that short…or maybe he did remember wrong. He had taken a few beers after all that night. Hmh though no way would HE ever remember anything wrong, ever! He was always at his sharpest!
“Listen now! I don’t have time for stupid games….you know you are doomed, you little thief!” he carried on, but was somehow suddenly really not feeling that revengeful when the one looking at the brunette smiling like it was the best day of his life. Hmh…something really was wrong. Gilbert had thought that the moment would’ve been a bit different, the damn thief would begged for mercy and he could see the terror in those brown eyes and….this wasn’t at all what he was thinking at! And not like the thief would’ve forgotten him! No-one would EVER forget thegreat Captain Prussia! Ever!!
“…you know I see right through your act!” he hissed, trying to get some kind of terrified expression from the boy. Really….this was getting odd. He tightened his grip on the knife and frowned even more, getting really suspicious about this guy somehow.
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Post by Sebastiano Rossi-Vargas on Nov 19, 2010 18:17:18 GMT -5
Sebastiano blinked at him, the stupid, drunken smile still stretching across his face even as he wondered what on earth this man was talking about. "Book? What book?" He had several books in his room, most of them being children's books that he hadn't opened in years, but he didn't think he had any that this man would be particularly interested in. And Sebastiano may have been many things, but he most certainly wasn't a thief...well, he'd had his moments, but he had no desire to steal a book, of all things.
He continued smiling at the man, on significantly less alert than he would be if he were sober, though he could tell something was...odd. "I'm not acting~!" He said cheerfully, as if he were the happiest man in the world. "You're too tense, you should have a drink! I'll pay for it!" He offered, gesturing to the seat next to him, which had been vacated moments before as the burly man who had been sitting there got up to leave.
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