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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jul 21, 2010 18:47:40 GMT -5
[Prussia + Romano + open]
‘Old Fritz’ was quietly rocking back and forth in the rhythm of the night-wind. For the first time in long time it was dead silent. No sounds of men talking, yelling, singing, no smell of gunpowder or sound of cannons, not even the sound of footsteps on the deck. It was almost as a ghost-ship now. The moonlight was just barely lighting up the deck while the wind made few of the metal parts and other gadgets and gears creak a bit in the silence.
Even the cabins were silent. The hammocks that part of the crew were sleeping below the deck, were swinging silently and the few rooms that the higher ranking ship-crew accommodated, only had few decorative objects moving around with the gentle breeze. Even the small perch, that was placed near the Captain’s work-desk was quiet. The small yellow bird that it belonged to, was fast asleep, making no sounds.
The ship was indeed empty. The whole crew were given a night out by the Captain, who certainly was thinking only about himself in that deal. After the men had left, he shortly followed them, only thinking of the great night out that he would have. And so, the great Captain Prussia, had completely forgotten to set anyone to watch out for the ship. Good thing it was tied to the dock or it could’ve just ran away on it’s own.
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Post by Romano Vargas on Jul 21, 2010 19:57:52 GMT -5
It wasn't like Romano, to walk around the docks at this time of night. Simply because running into people here was anything but pleasant, especially for someone like him. His status as a thief wasn't visible, but he looked like a, well, a street urchin, a name he often had thrown at him which he truly hated. But he was, he guessed, and he looked it. They were easy prey for basically everything. He heard the stories, he knew what these sick people would do to his kind, especially around the docks! Of course they were mostly rumors, and the keyword there being mostly. That shit did really happen! So Romano wasn't happy. But like those rumors there were others, many others, and today he heard of a pirate ship having arrived, with most of its crew gone out to feast on beer and women.
While there were better ways of getting in contact with pirates, the boy decided to take this chance, to seek them out and try force himself in their crew if they were worth it, or he could sneak on board, hide out and wait for them to get to a new place. Traveling wasn't easy! Romano had to do a whole damn lot to be able to afford a decent trip to a different place that offered the same opportunities as here. Besides, the damned military seemed to be invading the place, he saw them around a lot more, which didn't make it any easier to come around for a guy like him. If they caught him stealing, or selling off his stolen ware he knew was in trouble. He never asked for this sucky life! The brunette kicked against a nearby crate in frustration, glaring at the wooden object.
Finally, he was nearing the ships now and a quick look around told him there weren't many people around. How odd, weren't there pirates stationed here? Romano frowned, growing suspicious. Was this some sort of joke? He ran over the wooden planks, leaving a trail of dirt behind him while he stomped over to one of the biggest ships he had ever seen. “Holy...” Romano gawked at it, taking a few more steps to get a better look at the thing. This must be it, this must be the pirate ship! Then again, it was awfully quiet, especially so for a ship that should be a host to the loudest and roughest type of people this world had to offer. There was no sound coming from the ship that could indicate there was aboard.
His curiosity was getting the better of the boy. He wanted, no, needed to know if there were people aboard. Surely they were, but only a handful he figured. And a handful was easier to talk into giving him a position in their crew then when he would approach the whole crew. It was decided, he'd enter that damn ship! And so his grand adventure begun. He entered the ship quietly and with ease. Sneaking into places was nothing new, despite being louder than he normally was. Damn this, why did his clumsy nature show up whenever he didn't need it!
Odd how no one had responded to it. It was making Romano suspicious again while he walked over the deck, staring at few of the things that were hosted there. So many items and objects that he'd never seen up close before, he was intrigued. This was an amazing experience, and no one was coming out to tell him off. The boy kicked at some rope, spreading it out a little so he could see where it went to, given the fact there more ropes around. It seemed to be attached to nothing, apart from maybe something around the bottom of the ship. Romano wouldn't dare getting close to the edge for one reason or another. Whatever, he was wasting time here, doing nothing. Why the hell was a ship like this abandoned anyway?! ...and wait a minute.
The ship was abandoned, a pirate ship, no one around but him. A pirate ship that was open to explore, with only him to keep a eye on things, him, a thief, standing on a vessel that belonged to people who robbed, who got treasure! These thoughts, this realization. Romano just hit the f'ing jackpot tonight. Some sort of adrenaline rush seemed to wash over him as he quickly set out to explore the ship, to take some of these items for himself. Oh hell, he could afford so much now. He could have a decent meal, stay in a fancy place, he could even afford some normal clothes! Though clothes were a waste. What he had was in good standing, kept him warm and protected him from the dirt of the street and that was all he could ask for. Food, and maybe a little of comfort and protection only a house could offer during the nights were more of a priority.
The thumps of his boots hitting the deck seemed to echo throughout the entire ship. He noticed it, but didn't care. Strange, how a greed could suddenly take a hold of you and lead you around, bringing you to what you desired to have. Now Romano didn't know much time he had before anyone would return, he didn't know where everything would be stored, he didn't even know how big the place was in its entirety. But Romano knew one thing, and that was the captains cabin was home to the best items, so naturally that was the place to be. Most of them were always on the same spot on the ship, no matter what ship you had.
Romano stopped to catch his breath, looking up at a big, seemingly heavy, door. A devious smirk had managed to sneak onto his face, and his heart was going crazy from the tension. The nerves and curiosity, they were eating his poor soul alive. With extreme caution did he finally reach for the doorknob, surprised to find the cabin unlocked, and like most of the ship, empty, he stepped in. The first few steps into the room seemed to be taking forever, and once he was absolutely sure it was deserted in there, safe from the small bird, he released the breath he was holding. So much tension lifted from his body with that one deep sigh.
So there he was, in the captains cabin with all these fancy and expensive items. Ah yes, this place was one he could only dream of. Not caring about being quiet anymore he quickly made his way around, inspecting everything, throwing whatever looked expensive into his many pockets and the few bags he carried on his person at all times. And he was just getting started too! Romano ignored the objections of the bird he just woke up while he was still busy roaming trough all the items that stood around. After that he would be more than happy to move on roam trough cabins and such. This was such a dream come true!
(Ooc; Oh heeeell yeah, my longest post yet!)
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jul 22, 2010 18:23:25 GMT -5
Prussia certainly didn’t know what time it was as he had left the Bar. Actually right now he didn’t have a clue of much of his surroundings as he was wobbling towards the ship. Not that he was too drunk or anything, just a right kind of tipsy to have a good evening. Yah…he just had the best booze-head from everyone in the whole damn Bar. And pfff, of course he didn’t leave the bar because he had just spent all the money he had with him to beer and nobody was buying him more of it anymore. Of course he just left because he just…hmm…he just felt like it. And damn he was missing Old Fritz.
Yes, aww, that fabulous and wonderful vessel. The apple of his eye and the peak of his pride! The most beautiful thing he had ever seen after looking in the mirror. The ship was practically part of him with it’s unbeatable speed, agility, movement…everything that one could ask from such a ship. Fuck it…why did it take so long to walk to the ship?! He was missing it so much!
Walking by the dock, with just a bit of wobble in his step, he was picking up his pace again a bit. He was thinking of all the moments he had had with the ship, the at merchant-ships and everything that had happened as long as he had owned the ship. Not that it was really that long..or that he actually remembered much in this state of mind and booze-drinking-level, but just the mere thought of the wonderful Old Fritz made him want to hurry up to the ship and enjoy strolling on the deck or hanging in his cabin. Though one part of him, maybe the less tipsy one, was making him try to remember something. What was that…something about the ship…something important. But for the dead of him, he couldn’t think of anything. Hmh…well, maybe he would just ask from the crew-member he left in charge of the ship while he was gone. Who was that….not England….not….hmmm….
And then it hit him. Like a sledgehammer to his forehead. It’s a wonder how one can sober up in just mere few seconds when remembering something really important. Like, for example, remembering that there was the most beautiful, fast and biggest ship on this whole damn dock…and not a soul was watching over it. That makes one think quite much clearer as one starts running towards this precious ship.
Not that he was running that fast, there still was alcohol in him that made everything a bit woozy, but considering that, he was quite fast. He ran through whole of the dock-area, getting quite out of breath by now. As he then finally got closer to where the visiting ships were, he slowed down a bit, then stopped for a while to catch a breath. There he was, the wonderful Old Fritz, waving silently in the cool night-breeze, the silent creaking of the ship almost like a nice twisted lullaby to the people normally inhabiting it at this time of the night.
Gilbert smiled as he felt like he could breathe again. He smiled as he kept his eyes on Fritz and started walking towards it much slower. Pff...yes, what was he thinking about. Like anyone even dared to get close to that ship. It had ‘danger, nothing good will follow, if you even touch me’, written all over it. Not that it looked scary or was any way more pirate-ship-like than the few little boats next to it, but well, it had some aura around it, if you believed in that thing. Captain Prussia didn’t really think if he believed in that crap or not, but he certainly believed that Old Fritz had some special feeling in it. Though it might’ve just been that yes, he truly cared for that ship.
Being far more relaxed that just mere few minutes ago, Gilbert walked to the ship and, without thinking too much of it, left out a small sigh. “The oe and only Great Gilbert’s back~ Did you miss me?” he purred out loud as he lifted his hand to the railing and patted it a few times. “Yah…I missed you too...” he sighed then with his usual grin, as he then moved his hand to rub his neck a bit. It had been a good night out. Ok, maybe it could have been even better. Like, add someone here with him. Be it bottle or a person, he really didn’t care. But for both he would’ve needed money for both and pfff, the moment was gone already, he had better stuff to do! He was at his ship and he would never be bored while on it. Hell yeah! So in the end…awesome night! He had actually some memories of the night, unlike normally, when he would black out at some part of the evening. (Right now he only had small blank spots here and there). He had met his brother and he had had a nice amount of beer. And now he and his precious little…no, big, ship were reunited again. He and his precious boat. Damn, he could kiss this boat if it wasn’t as weird as it sounded. And, well, he just really really liked this ship.
While thinking about the fabulousness of his ship yet again, he made his ways towards the cabins. With all the musings about the ship and the whole evening, he really felt like writing about this in his journal. His awesome logs about his absolutely dashing, colorful and vivid everyday life. Filled with action not any normal human being would be able to even handle! Glad he was who he was, because he was able to handle all this. Of course! Let the adventures and danger come, he feared nothing! Hehe, today would make an awesome entry to the journal. Maybe he really should consider binding the journals as a book some day. That had been lingering in his mind for some time now. Best-seller no doubt. Hmm...would have to think about that too. A good Captain always had good ideas in his sleeves. And really, he had shitloads of those.
Humming a bit out loud, deep in his thoughts again, he walked over the deck and to the cabins, towards the Captain’s quarters. Not like he was in any way sleepy, he was almost waking yup a bit, he decided to make a fine journal entry for today. He also decided that he would have crew clean the whole ship tomorrow. Just because his baby needed to be sparkly and clean when they left the dock…and of course it had nothing to do with the fact that he was betting the others had been more lucky with drinks and company than he was. Bastards. He was sure someone had been stealing his money all evening. Bah!
He rubbed his shoulder a bit, just to get himself more relaxed and to a great journal-writing mood, as he reached his cabin and turned the handle on the door. He swung the door open as he was now trying to remember if he had any good drinks hidden in his room. He could write and drink. Awesome idea. His chich was making some noice by the table, and this was what caught his attention. It was usually a really quiet bird. He walked to his big desk, frowning a bit as he saw his little bird awake, chirping like mad. “Hi there. Why aren’t you asleep?” he frowned as he spoke surprising soft to the little bird, offering it some seeds from a little cup on the table. Weird, it was never this loud at night. “Though I know you were probably just missing me. I wouldn’t be able to live without me either.” he grinned as he then started to look for his journal from the desk. Hmh…he was sure he left it rigt here. Why wasn’t it right here now, then? And he could bet he didn't leave his compass on the table. Not like he ever used that thing anyway. Hmh.
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Post by Romano Vargas on Jul 22, 2010 21:19:36 GMT -5
Romano honestly needed to know what he had done to be this lucky. Really, what kind of idiot would leave their boat all alone at the docks? Did they not know of the dangers, of leaving a ship, especially one like this, all by herself? Obviously not, the poor fools. It was Romano's luck, luck he never had experienced before, and boy, was the brunette loving this. He enjoyed being free to take whatever precious item there was, and claim it as his own. Those pirates brought it upon themselves, and Romano was doing them a favor! That's right, he was proving them a favor. A big favor that would teach them, to next time, leave someone to watch over this vessel. So that people like Romano couldn't sneak on and take your navigation gear, your previous lamps, even clothing and booze. He took it all, anything that caught his eye, anything of value. Everything was his, right now, everything was truly his.
The chick on the desk seemed to get angrier with every item Romano laid a hand on, he didn't even have to take it, the bird would already scream bloody murder if his hand even dared to come close. That was a loyal little bugger, wasn't it? “Shut up!” the brunette picked up some leftover bread that lingered around on the desk, and threw it at the cage, a move that stunned the little yellow bird for a moment. That got it to shut up. Brown eyes narrowed and glared at the fuzzy little creature, who on his turn was staring at the bread that just attacked his 'home'. The silence that suddenly hung around in the cabin was creepy, it didn't fit in with the surroundings. No, seriously, how odd was that? How could silence not blend in with the way a room was decorated? Romano didn't know, but he did know it was extremely useless to waste his time on thoughts like that. Dammit, that bird had been enough distraction already!
By now he actually wished for it to start chirping angrily at him again. He turned his back to the animal, slowly walking trough the room. Most of the items that seemed to hold the highest value were safely tucked away in pockets and a small bag, which he had slung over his shoulder. Right, now that the desk, several shelves and other visible surfaces had been swept clean, it was time to move on to the cabinets and drawers. What contents were they hiding from the young thief? There was a last glance back at the bird before he reached for a expensive looking cabinet, it was a shame he couldn't take those things. Inside were countless of papers stored, both neat piles and seemingly hastily thrown in. God dammit, what the hell was that junk?! Romano pulled some of the papers out and scanned trough them. Why the hell would anyone want to read this? Hell, what was the point of writing such useless things? It felt as if he had just come across a journal, written by a pompous idiot. Little did he know he wasn't far off with those thoughts.
Loud chirps now filled the room once more. That little chick was not appreciating Romano's presence, it especially seemed to be angry at the brunette for roaming trough the papers. Said papers where ignored rather easily, now decorating a small part of the floor, just in front of the cabinet they were taken out of. Again was he wasting time, and he still could not afford to let such a thing happen. God knew when someone would return to the ship. He went trough some more drawers, picking out a few maps. Romano groaned, then sighed in disappointment. There was nothing else left of value. Well, a few fancy accessories for his clothing, which Romano did happily take as his own, but aside from that, nothing. His eyes did land on the real journal that lingered on the desk, maybe it held valuable information. It seemed a lot more trustworthy than the contents of the papers which were spread on the floor. So of course Romano took it. Not having the time to read it now he brushed his coat out of the way, tugging the journal in his belt. Damn that thing was useful.
A soft pop echoed trough the room not long after, barely noticeable over the angry chick's constant chirping, as Romano had opened a bottle of wine. The cork flew trough the cabin and ended up hitting the opposite wall. He didn't care, he could simply leave the mess he made, show the captain he had been plundered and not a soul would know it was him. Thank the heavens that forsaken little chick wasn't able to speak. The brunette lifted the bottle to his lips and took a swig. Strange how a warm feeling already ran over him when he did. Wine usually wasn't this strong, was it? Now he wasn't sure if it truly had been wine, but whatever, he had something to drink. There were still some drawers left to plunder, and hell, did Romano want to do so. Yet there was no time left.
Heavy thumps were coming from behind the door, the sound of boots hitting the deck echoed and shook Romano to the very core. He froze, out of fear. Luck had been on his side a mere moment ago and now, barely half a hour later and it had turned on him. Why the hell did this always happen to him, of all people! Why couldn't a normal chump on the streets be followed by the bad luck that seemed to haunt Romano, stalking him wherever the boy went. Wasn't he allowed a break, not even once?
Of course not! He was Romano Vargas! A person, who went from living with one of the wealthiest families, to living on the streets all by himself. He still barely remember what happened, he surely did repress those memories which left a huge gap for him to fill in. There were endless theories and possibilities, and Romano would never be able to say with certainty that 'this happened'. Not that he wish he could, but it would be nice, to remember something, at the very least. It wasn't that much to ask for, was it? No time to ponder, the handle of the door was making sound.
Shit! Where could he run to? There was no place that provided the shelter he needed. Hiding under the desk was stupid, what if this guy went to take a seat at it? And the cabinets were to small, even to hide behind! Romano got on his toes and went over to the door as fast as he possibly could, while keeping as quiet as he could manage. Back pressed against the wall. Every second that passed felt like hours, and he sure as hell did not dare to breath. It was difficult to keep that up, and nerve wrecking in such a way you could never imagen. Whoever it was who had opened the door was now walking in, thankfully leaving the door open as he did. This gave Romano the opportunity to use the frame as a shield, and remain unseen from the other's eye. The smell of alcohol reached the brunette pretty fast after the captain's arrival, it made him cringe. The bottle he was still holding on to didn't smell half as strong as that guy did.
Carefully did he dare to lean forward, taking a peak at the man who was...talking to the chick? Romano made a face when the other praised himself. Freaking narcissist. But now that he paid attention to the bird this could be his chance. He smelt like a drunk, so no damn doubt about the fact this idiotic bastard was. A nervous grin appeared on his face when he took his first step. He couldn't recall when he had to be this careful before, it was exiting in a way. Another few steps, he still managed to be quiet. The items in his pockets did make a soft noise when he stopped, slipping around the door, and God did he hope the albino at the desk hadn't noticed.
Romano found himself at the door opening, almost pressed against the door frame behind him. He glared at the man, nervously, commanding him to keep focusing on the damn bird. Just a step or two more and he was free, free to run and leave this behind him. Tension was building up and he took his last step.
His foot slipped, the sound of his boot hitting the floor was louder to him than ever before. “Well fuck.” was all he could mutter as he knew he was caught now.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jul 24, 2010 16:40:51 GMT -5
Looking at his desk Captain Prussia was really frowning now. He was really 100% positive he had left his prized possession on his table. The journal was always on his table. Nobody ever moved it. Well, not that anyone ever visited his cabin, because he had told that anyone who would enter to this room, would lose a limb doing that.
Of course his Quartermaster was an exception, but England knew to not move his stuff. But anyway, that’s just one more reason and a proof that it should’ve been on the table. But on the table….was just a map and a small cup of birdseeds. And of course he had the best memory of everyone and he knew he didn’t move it anyway.
Thinking this dilemma, with his bit of a hazy mind from all the drinking, he kept feeding the little chick some more seeds. What had gotten his little fluffy friend so upset was also a mystery to him. Well, it could just be that the little yellow buddy of his was so happy to see him come back. Of course it had to be that. His chick would be on top of its world when it saw him. Naturally. “Don’t worry, I’m back now.” he grinned to the bird as it just kept chirping.
That’s when he heard it. A thump. A definite sound of something behind him. He tensed up for just a second, dropped the birdseed that he had been offering to the chick and turned fast. While doing so, he pulled his trusty gunblade-weapon from his belt and aimed it towards the door. Well, it wasn’t really that smooth, because of his drink-infested mind, but smooth enough and he aimed close enough to the door to be intimidating.
“Stop RIGHT there, you bastard!” he yelled even before realizing what was going on. Who the….what the fuck was that? A person..but what the hell was it doing at his cabin. He frowned and leaned a bit to his table to make himself from swaying a bit and getting a better aim to that jerk.
“Who the hell are you!?” he roamed then, squinting his eyes and staring at the scruffy-looking brunette at the door. Where the hell that person had even appeared to here!? The captain was really confused now.
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Post by Romano Vargas on Jul 24, 2010 17:16:15 GMT -5
Every curse word the brunette ever picked up on was currently going trough his mind at the speed of light. Shit, why did he had to go and make this damned stupid mistake! Romano was frozen, simply because he was so nervous right now, fearing for what was about to happen. Did he dare glance back? This surely sucked, because for as far as he knew he had gone by unnoticed by the captain before, Drunk idiot. And soon enough did he look back, regretting this, a lot when he did. Not that the 'graceful' turn of the captain was so intimidating, or his drunk sounding voice, something completely different was getting the kid on edge.
"CHIGI!" Romano held his hands up in defense, out of pure habit when he noticed what the albino had pointed at him. Oh hell no, he wouldn't shoot a kid, would he? His aim didn't seem extremely stable, Romano gave it that, but in a way that only made it a lot more scary and dangerous, didn't it? He dared to take a small step back, brown eyes locked with red ones. He kept his hands up, still fearing he'd be shot at. His life couldn't end like this, to be shot at and bleed to death on a fucking pirate ship owned by a gigantic drunken idiot!
That idea really did sound rather unpleasant, so Romano would have to make sure that was not going to happen to him. "Who am I?" he repeated softly, frowning in slight confusion. What the hell did it matter who he was?! Oh right, this guy was drunk, logical thinking wasn't going to happen in that mind. Romano could figure that much out for sure. But it wasn't smart to not reply to any question this man was asking, because of the simple fact that this man had a gun pointed at him. You never, NEVER, went against the guy with the gun, or better weapon.
So, what was he going to say? He couldn't tell him his real name, it would be bad if he did that, seeing that if he did manage to escape, this guy could ask around and find him again. He had to think, come up with a name, and fast. His dug around his memory, being bad at coming up with random names, believable ones anyway. So many names to pick from, so little time. Well, better to blurt out something than stand there looking like a brain dead idiot. Somehow he knew that would annoy this man more.
"I am..Antonio!" well, damn, was that the best he could think of? The name always strongly lingered around in his mind, although the kid really didn't know why. He couldn't connect any memories to it, and the faces of people he knew were so vague. Romano made sure he had a determent expression, still staring at the albino man in front of him. He slowly lowered his hand, little by little, hoping that was what the other was paying attention to while he shuffled towards the deck. Already being in the open door frame was good.
Maybe a distraction? This guy didn't look smart, so a simple trick might work well enough, and even if it didn't, Romano was fast. He did, however, panic at his idea to escape. Where to go to and how to get off this place, and fast. "What the hell is your bird doing?!" he suddenly shouted, pointing at something behind the man. Oldest trick in the book and certainly the stupidest trick in the book. Romano was placing all his trust on that, shit, did he ever sank low now huh?
Without wasting another moment he spun around and ran onto the deck, making a mad dash for the door that would lead him to the storage. He knew that trying to cover a large part of the deck would be his downfall, that trying to get back on the docks wouldn't work in his favor either. So that left his panicking mind with one option. 'Run to the closest thing that can provide you safety', which was exactly what he did. It was his luck that the door towards storage was close-by. He kicked it open, forcing his way in. Now he simply hoped this moron who held him at gun point wasn't able to keep up.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jul 26, 2010 16:49:05 GMT -5
Captain Prussia was looking at his target with a frown. How did that scruffy little street-rat get to his ship!? The brunette certainly didn’t look like a rival pirate, too scruffy, so that was a good thing. But then again it wasn’t a good thing that this intruder was standing there in his cabin. And was that his stuff in the kid’s pockets!?
Well, the end of the journey was now here, for that un-known whoever. Nobody would steal from the great Gilbert and live to tell the tale! He wouldn’t just shoot this bugger. Gilbert would shoot him first and after that he would hmm…well he couldn’t come up with anything but walk the plank, but maybe he could figure out something more awesome later. After imprisoning the kid of course.
Thinking about all this is his bit of a blurry mind, his attention snapped fast to the brunette who suddenly pointed past him and shouted. What!? His eyebrows lifted up, he blinked and shot his gaze to hic bird. Agh! What was the chick….
He quickly turned his eyes back to the door as he realized that, what the hell, there was nothing fucking wrong with his bird! It was as normal as ever! Maybe still flailing and chirping but other vice, it was doing nothing. Though, looking back, only thing he could see was a bit of a hem of a jacket the street-rat was wearing as he was running out of the door.
“What the hell!?” He shrieked his thoughts out loud as he finally got himself moving. Who was this kid thinking he was? As he heard that name, he tried to memorize it as good as he could. Why was that name sound so familiar!? Ugh…no time to think now, he just had to run.
For his luck he heard the brunette run past the stairs that went up to the deck and he was sure he saw bit of his jacket near the storage as he ran after him. Of course he wasn’t as fast, but his mind was clearing up nicely as he had to move and catch that damn bugger! The gun in hand, he ran towards the storage and finally was at its door. With a bit of work, he also got it open and lifted his gun quickly, now searching for the kid with his eyes. “Come out wherever you are! I might go easy on you, you little maggot! If you turn yourself in now!” he shrieked to the storage, looking around as he took a few steps forward.
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Post by Romano Vargas on Jul 26, 2010 17:53:03 GMT -5
Romano ran as fast as he could manage, his breathing was heavy and the sound of all those items hitting against each other in his pocket were giving him a headache, in combination with his nerves and the adrenaline rush. “Just...keep...running..” he told himself, panicking.
He had completely forgotten about the bottle of alcohol he still held in his hands while he ran trough the storage. There were so many crates, boxes and barrels around here. He heard the albino shout behind him, and soon enough footsteps stomped over the deck just like his moments ago. Shit, he was dead when he was caught. Romano didn't want to imagen what this guy would do to a mere thief like himself.
The boy's heart was beating like mad, oh man he hated being chased, especially by crazy, drunk, pirate captains wielding guns. The guy was following close behind, wasn't he? A quick glance over his shoulder told him enough, he saw the tip of the gun and sped up straight away. Why was this his luck?! Ant then this place! Holy shit it was gigantic! Romano looked around, nervously and completely tensed up.
For a moment he stood completely still, franticly looking around for a big enough crate to duck behind. His chest rose and fell rapidly while his eyes scanned the room, he figured that stopping in the middle of a rush wasn't a smart idea, and only tired you. The owner of the ship was gaining on him too. There was so much stress! He tried to scan the place, trying to keep himself from breathing to loudly or anything when the stomping gained on him.
He made a mad dash for the back of the room, throwing the bottle he held in his hands back towards the door while he did. The brunette didn't have enough speed and would never make it to the crates before the other's arrival in the room. So he was desperate and jumped forward, sliding over the floor, which was fun for a moment, before he bumped head first into a stack of barrels. A stream of curses escaped him as the kid rubbed at the sore spot on his forehead. Something which he quickly toned down when he realized how loud he could have been.
Carefully did he dare to push himself up, holding his breath while gazing into the direction where the door had previously been for him. Instead of the door all he saw was a big crate, so all he truly saw was the dark wooden texture of the objects surrounding him. Now that he had time to calm down and get his mind back on track, he realized how dark it was below deck. There had barely been any light above, safe from the captains cabin, but damn this place.
Romano allowed himself to fall back in his ass, leaning against the stack of barrels his face just hit. It was time to catch his breath and come up with a escape plan. He cringed when the loud voice of the captain echoed trough this dark room, followed by lighter footsteps than before. The nerves decided to eat Romano alive again. This was a tight spot for him, despite having more than enough place to hide. Maybe he could try to outrun this guy again, when he was close enough. But for now the brunette would be wise and hold back his tongue. It's not like he wanted to admit it, Romano loved believing (and telling the ladies) he was without fear, but dammit, he practically peed his pants sitting there, curled up against a barrel of what would probably be beer, trying his very best to keep his nerves under control enough to get his legs and arms from shaking.
Every step the captain took added a little to the tension that lingered in the room. It brought the man closer to Romano, who himself was in need of a serious escape plan, or a God damn weapon.
The boy waited, forcing himself to relax a little more so he could actually breath in some freaking air. Just taking some deep breaths, over and over and...okay, his mind felt like it had cleared himself enough for himself to fight the nerves that kept him frozen on the spot. Thankfully his eyes adjusted to the darkness rather well and he felt like he could move. But damn those nerves! Romano was good at many things, but being stealthy and quiet did not fall under that, not at all. So he got on his knees, glanced back one more time and then crawled over the floor, slowly, carefully and, well, stupidly. What was he? A kid?! Kids crawled, adults didn't! Ah, but what choice did he have?
The brunette proceeded to carefully squeeze his way part two stacks of crates, noticing he was literally with his back against the wall. "Shit, you got to be f'ing kidding me." Romano was pissed off, at himself, at the surroundings and especially at the albino for chasing him here.
Like a cat chasing a rat, wasn't it? And now the rat was trapped, attempting to make himself as small as possible, to stay hidden and unseen. It was a dark corner, nicely shielded by the crated he just passed, but only time could tell how long it would take before someone dragged him out.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jul 28, 2010 17:18:21 GMT -5
Gilbert walked further in the storage-room, squinting his eyes a bit and trying to see in the dark. If he would’ve been any clearer state, he would’ve perhaps thought of getting something to light the room. But he wasn’t right now. The only thought in his mind was just to catch that fucking rat that was hiding in HIS boat! How did t he damn rat even get here? And how did he have guts to step in HIS room!? He’d gut that sneaky bastard.
Frowning as he took the steps forward, his eyes adjusted to the light mildly, but not really much. The faint light coming from the door wasn’t really much of a help in the dark and huge storage-room with all the barrels and boxes of supplies and stolen goods. Gilbert tried to watch carefully every shape of a barrel and crate he could see, just to make sure it wasn’t actually the thief, trying to hide behind one.
“Come out come out, you bastard!” he said with a dangerously calm voice as he took a better grip at the gun in his hand. “Come on, Antonio. You’re not fucking stupid enough to go and hide in my goddamn own ship! I know this thing by heart and I know where you’re hiding!” he shouted to a random direction in the room. Yes, he knew where the guy was…well, he was in this space, but maybe this would scare him enough to make some sounds or something.
“Come out and we’ll settle this like real men!” he grinned then as he took a few steps forward again. “Or you really that chicken that you just want to lurk in my ship for eternity! I could just lock you in you know!” he laughed as he once more moved for few steps, relaxing his gun-arm a bit, still trying to see if any of the boxes or crates was actually a hiding street-rat. Suddenly he turned quickly as he thought he heard something, words maybe. Or it might’ve been the ship making sounds. He was sure though that it was the ship. He frowned again as he relaxed a bit.
“I can be here aaaaall night you know! I’m not busy anywhere!” he shouted as he was looking around. He tried to walk as quietly as he could towards the place he was sure he he heard that thief say something. No ship could make such a noise. Really…he was so sure…well, kinda sure anyway.
He tried to make his shoes hit the floor as quietly as he could when he also tried to make sure that nothing that was on him, made any sound. He was almost at a large barrel-stock and took the few necessary steps to it. Then he tried to breather normally for a second, focused his mind a bit and caunt to three. Then he made a launch at it. He jumped to the side of the barrel-stack and pointed his gun to behind it. “Gotcha!!” he yelled as his mind started to slowly compute the fact of ‘was the thief behind this stack or somewhere else?!
It was his good luck that he had actually jumped right next to the thief in hiding, because he would’ve never caught the brunette other vice. His reflexes were surprisingly fast when he then realized how close he was to the bastard. One swing of an arm and he caught the other by his slightly curly thick hair from the back of his head. Prussia had a good grip when he so wanted, even when drunk, and he really used that power this time.
“No rat can hide from me!!” he shrieked triumphantly as he made sure to have a good grip on what he was holding. lifting his gunblade up, he made sure the thief knew not to try anything funny as he started to back up with him. He didn’t want to confront the guy in the darkness, wanted even a bi of light so he knew who exactly this bastard was. “Now MOVE it!” he shrieked as he started to back up from behind the boxes, dragging the other with him. "And no funny business now, you rat!"
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Post by Romano Vargas on Jul 29, 2010 18:14:09 GMT -5
His heart was pounding like mad. His body was tense from the nerves and fear, the fear of being found and dragged out of his hiding place. The fear of what would happen when that crazy albino bastard had his hands on him. The fear of either death or some shady 'cell' on board where he'd rot his days in with no escape. Not exactly pleasant thoughts, were they? What if that jerk came up with something worse? Was there even something worse? If Romano allowed himself to keep thinking these things he would make his damn head spin, which wouldn't work in his favor at all.
The brunette tensed when he heard the guy shout trough the room, the voice seemed to echo to Romano, maybe because he was so nervous? The words did linger in his mind. The boy curled up just a bit more, making sure he kept himself as small as he possibly could. He dared to lift his head, hugging his knees to his chest. His eyes were narrowed, his body tense and hell, he never managed to keep himself this quiet before. Romano focused on the gap between the carets he hid between, shuffling back against the wall. His eyes darted around the empty spaces, to see if that guy would suddenly appear there. The boots echoed ominously with every step, and that guy really didn't know how to shut up, huh? Maybe he should spend his time making a escape plan, instead of being the sitting duck he was right now.
Romano knew he was determent to escape, he just didn't know how he would do it. The voice was getting softer? Even the footsteps decreased until it was completely silent, aside from the usual creaking of any vessel. This send a shiver down the boy's spine, making him wonder what the hell that bastard was up to. His hands moved back to the wall, helping him to quiet get up from the floor, into a crouching position. Leaning forward he peeked out between the crates, having a careful look around. Romano had to bite back a startled yelp as he fell back on his ass, again. The gun that suddenly forced its way into his line of sight was fucking creepy! Not to mention the loud shout of that bastard! He held his breath, tempted to curl back up and get out of sight. But his eyes lingered on the other male's figure.
Within seconds the man had launched his hand at Romano. There was a sharp pain at the back of his head, a endless stinting, when the guy yanked him to his feet. “Fuck!” Romano shouted loudly, getting to his feet as fast as he could, his own two hand holding onto the the one that held his hair. Romano shut his eyes, hissing in pain. The longer the other held on, the more painful the feeling became, shit this was so hopeless! The shouting made him flinch as well, it wasn't that he feared the man. No. Romano was fearing the consequences of his, now, extremely stupid actions. Although, upon opening his eyes he really wished he hadn't. To see a gun pointed at you, no, it wasn't a nice sight.
The boy growled at being called a rat. He was no damn rat! And even if he was, only he was allowed to think so! “I'm going!” he snapped back, sounding more annoyed than he had indented. (he tried to hold it back, to make sure he wasn't ruining his situation more.) Being forced to back to the deck was unnerving. Romano struggled, trying to pray the hand off his hair. “The hell are you gonna do?” he hissed softly, again in pain. This stinging was extremely annoying. He had difficulties getting up the stairs, being held by the other man and all. What was he, a pet?! At least Romano managed to still get up, tripping only once which got him to curse soft. Dammit, why always him?
Romano attempted to turn his head, catching a glimpse of the captains face. He paled a little at the anger he could read off the other's face. What if...maybe...Romano really needed to come up with a plan to get this bastard off of him, so he could escape. In the city he was safer than here. The city was his terrain, and no one beat Romano there, no matter how many men would chase him down.
The problem was, how the hell would Romano get free from this lunatic.
"H-how about a deal?!" the guy was still drunk, wasn't he? Surely he could use that to his advantage. Taking a deep breath he glanced back for as far possible once again. "If you let me go..." he fell silent for a bit, thinking. "In exchange for my freedom, if there's anything you want, name it."
This was a start, even if it didn't do anything then Romano at least hoped it would confuse the captain. He had to see. Maybe the anger would rule out the possible confusion or interest. There were still many options, weren't there?
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jul 31, 2010 17:47:36 GMT -5
The brunette surely liked to fight and struggle against him when they moved away from the dark depths of the storage room. Though even if Gilbert was being drunk and tipsy, his hold kept. He felt how the boy tried to get off, tried his best to get that hand to let go, the instinct of a thief kicking in. Well though, whoever would struggle in this situation, having someone tug your hair and pointing a gunblade at you…totally struggle-worth.
At the light of the moon and few lanterns to keep up light here and there, Gilbert could finally see clearly what the rotten thief looked like. He had somehow expected this thief to look a bit older and more rugged, but now when he saw the little street urchin up close, well, he looked totally different. Not that…Gilbert thought anything of the kid or his looks, certainly not. Of course not, definitely. Ugh think straight, Gilbert, he tried to ignore stuff in his head now. He was just surprised, that’s all. And his alcohol infested head started doing tricks on him. Grh…goddamn street-rats, starting this stuff when they were young and foolish. Oh well, this rat would learn his lesson once and for all.
“Oh shut up, rat!” he had to order the boy again as he tried to struggle and asked what was going on. Heh, the kid would know soon enough. He would find out. Maybe Gilbert would have a little shooting-practice here and now…or test the sharpness of his sword, both would do good. The kid was fast, he had to admit that much but hell he was till furious of all the stuff he had stole and specially the fact thatthe kid had had the nerve to go into his cabin just like it was even remotely close to any other normal place around here. Bastard! “ You will find soon enough!” he hissed at the kid’s words as the brunette then continued, made Gilbert stop and look at him for a long time. After a while, a grin lifted to his face, the really bastardly one as he brought the boys face a bit loser to his.
“A deal?” He then repeated, widening his grin ever more now. “You really wanna strike a deal with the most infamous Pirate Captain around here? You really think that is a wise for a little rat like you?” he hisses dangerously, grinning as he brought the other’s head a bit closer again. “Besides I don’t think you really possess much of anything you could give me for the freedom you suddenly seem to crave so much.” he widened his grin as he got a bit closer.
“Seeing as everything in your pockets is mine, I doubt there’s really much options of what you’d give me. So..what would you be suggesting by that, o’ clever little rat?” the grin was really close now, Gilbert making a real close contact on the kid. Hell….not like he was in his full moments of clear head anyway. No…his head was everything but clear actually. And maybe he was feeling some kind of compensation for the fact that he was coming actually alone from the bar today. And now he had this not so bad looking street-rat here, nice and close. Yes…definitely not in his full mind.
“So…you think you can just come here, steal my stuff and then try to make a silly deal like that….but you know, I’m a reasonable captain and I’m glad to make business with y…” his eyes had wondered away from Romano’s face, actually looking at the street-rat as he talked, kinda checking the thief out, didn’t even know why, and also looking at what were all the things that the kid had stolen. As he got to the waist-height, he had stopped talking. He saw something on the brunette’s belt that made his insides sink as he saw it in a totally wrong place. His journal!
“What the hell you bastard!” He practically shrieked, as he lifted the blade-part of his weapon quickly to the brunette’s neck as he then just had to let go of the boy’s hair now. He did that by tugging it just a bit more before letting go. Quickly his hand found its way to the boys belt as he fished out the journal with a swift move. “You know there are some thing your kind should NOT be taking….you filthy little rat!! Shit I should just fucking cut you now!” he hissed now pressing the blade to the boys neck a bit more, not making a cut yet, but it was close, as he waves his journal around in his hand.
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Post by Romano Vargas on Jul 31, 2010 18:59:36 GMT -5
Whenever Gilbert shouted, Romano would flinch. His voice was way to loud for someone so close, and given the situation, hm, you could say the brunette had all right to fear this crazy drunk. His own gaze was focusing on the gun blade which was kept way to close for his comfort. Even Romano had to admit he was starting to feel freaked out, and that fear, it showed more than clearly on his face, he could never hide his emotions after all, no matter what he tried to do.
Next time he should bring a mask or something, they could be taken off, sure, but nothing would be betrayed by a look at his face straight away. Not that he was certain if the guy was looking at him, he probably would, for bringing him out into the light. It didn't matter if Romano was curious if the guy observed him, he found it out not long after the guy had shouted at him again. He felt his hair being tugged again, lifted up as it was pulled towards the captain's direction. Romano had to go along with this movement, if he wanted to avoid more pain. Frightened eyes dared to look at the albino, he regretted this so much when he noticed that disturbing smirk that lingered on the man's lips. It send a uncomfortable shiver down the boy's spine, he didn't like that grin one bit. Nothing good could follow from that, that much was certain.
He kept watching the albino, not liking the sound of his voice, nor liking that God damn grin. Shit, it was only getting creepier. It was safe to say Romano was truly frightened, one should know that messing with a pirate wasn't smart, there were many, many, things they'd like to do to you. The brunette had his ideas of what might be going trough the others head. He gasped a bit, his breathing become a bit more uncontrolled due to the endless nerves when he got pulled in closer. Naturally he tried moving his own head away, but the tight grip on his head wouldn't entirely let him. The stench of beer had long since reached him, disgusting him so much. Romano hated the scent of beer, it was so bitter, a smell that only got worse when it came from a actual person as well. He couldn't help wrinkling his nose in utter disgust, even more desperate to move his head. And then there was disappointment, he should have known this guy wouldn't accept a very flat and open offer such as his.
Having him so close was driving Romano up a wall. This was the word situation he had ever been in for as far he could recall. The pure shock, and the ultimate fear of what was going to come, it brought tears to his eyes, he couldn't help it. Damn his weak mind! His chest rose and fell rapidly once the waterworks kicked in, some chocked sobs trying to escape his throat so desperately. Romano closed his eyes for a moment, blinking the gathered tears away, who on their turn gently rolled down over his cheeks, slowly and taunting him. Gilbert's question had almost escaped him, almost. “...I-I...” his voice broke before he could say anything really, it wasn't easy trying to talk when you bit back your tears, it only worsened it.
Thankfully he didn't get much time to reply anyway, seeing how the albino soon picked up the talking. His hopes picked up for a moment, despite the now obvious think the captain wanted from him, until said captain suddenly fell silent. Romano feared this silence. The air around them was growing tense rather quickly, making the thief tremble in his boots with fear. This still couldn't be good, maybe even worse than the moment before this terribly painful silence. Opening his eyes, he first looked at Gilbert, before he followed the other's gaze and looked down at his waist, the journal sticking out more than he wished for. Hadn't he tucked that under both coats?! Maybe it moved to much when the boy was running, wiggling back into plain view. Obviously this wasn't good. This wouldn't end well.
The boy flinched, one of the many chocked sobs finally escaping when the other shouted so suddenly. Having his head be pulled back was more painful than the constant tugging earlier, and he would have hung his head, if he hadn't noticed the blade first. Romano did what was logical when scared to death and threatened to have your throat sliced open. Stay absolutely still. He gasped repeatably, looking down at the blade with wide eyes, keeping his head up in order to avoid having it get to close. Had he not been this afraid, then maybe he wouldn't have been frozen with fear, a fear he wasn't able to hold back anymore.
He gasped loudly then, his eyes so wide one would think they would pop out of their sockets.
The cold and certainly sharp metal was pressed against his skin. It might not have left a cut but he could feel it seeping into his skin, not enough to make him bleed, or to even leave a mark, but just enough to make him feel that sting. Right now Romano feared for his life more than ever. One wrong move and his throat was done for. His fear had certainly gotten the better of him. All froze up, not even able to fight the tears that freely ran down his face, not even able to do as much as blink the damn things away. Romano kept staring at the sky, eyes fixated on the moon. Would this be his final moment? On this stupid vessel by the hands of a angry drunk pirate, all because of a fucking book?!
Well, wasn't that pathetic. But honestly, what could he do? It wasn't like Romano possessed the strength to take on a man like Gilbert. Why else would he be cowering this much? All he wanted was to run away. Leave this shit behind and never look back again. And as tempting as it was, his body wouldn't let him. His life, his future... everything depended on the captain's next move. Which was the scariest thing of all.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Aug 9, 2010 17:11:06 GMT -5
”What? You don’t have anything to say? You’re a mute or something? Didn’t sound like it when you were sneaking in my room, you little street urchin.” he finally spoke, after waiting for the other one to say something. But no, the brunette was so quiet, sobbing, but nothing came from his mouth. How anti-climatic….for some reason he had really wanted this one to put up a fight but no….sobbing small ball of fear.
“What? No words still?! Really…pathetic little thing like you? Really, this some kind of a joke?! You have the guts to sneak to my cabin, steal my fucking journal! ….and now you’re just shivering there. Some mighty thief you are.” he hissed, just generally mad because his precious book was almost stolen from the ship and…why the fuck this brunette didn’t put up a fight!? He hated these guys who were wimp enough to just not done anything! Come ON!
He was really close to Romano now, pressing the blade to his throat a little bit more as he put his journal to his own belt, making sure it was safely at his belt and still keeping and eye on the little thief. “And if I were you, I’d stop that crying now. You know you’re on a pirate ship now….and you know what happens to anyone who cries here!? I doubt you really want to know….and really….I can absolutely give you some more reasons to cry. What if we make you a happy little place in the nest in the cell-room of the lower-deck….or perhaps you’d like to return all those things to my room. " he hissed dangerously.
"Either way, you’re going to regret you ever took one step to this ship, you got that!? You are going to pay…and those two choices give you a chance to enjoy some really different kinds of punishments. I will also be enjoying them both very much.” he hissed, grinning now, waiting for the kid to say something. He really wanted to hear now. He was in no hurry, and even if in all his anger and restlessness to just slice his throat open, he was actually enjoying his powerful position against this little rat.
Being in charge and getting someone to yell at always made him feel like on the top of the world. It really made him perk up in what ever mood he was on and right now…he was feeling awesome actually. Teasing this little brunette was suddenly quite enjoyable. So, the booze had something to do with it, but what the hell.,.his night could actually turn better still. Who knows what could still happen.
He grabbed the boys hair after giving him the few seconds to think and lowered the blade a bit. It didn’t matter now even if the kid had uttered the choice he picked. Captain Prussia was easily bored and wanted some action. “Too slow!” he grinned widely as he tugged the hair a bit and started to walk towards the gallery. “So…we’re going to go to my cabin to take this journal back where it belongs….and I shall show you what it is like to steal something from the biggest fear of all the skies. I bet that crossed your mind when you decided to steal from my ship, you rat! You could’ve just as well try to sail away with the whole thing…the crime of taking my journal is just as big.” so, he liked the sound of his own voice…didn’t matter…he would have some fun tonight at least…trying to come up with something inventive for this boy. haha!
Oh man, he liked this now. Making the boy shiver in fear and sowing him what an awesome captain he was. How nothing could get on his way and how he’d just get rid of every little thing or a person on opposed to him. Yes, Prussia’s mind was just high on the alcohol and ego-boost, and those two combined were not a good thing. He was more on a playful side right now anyway, more amused by his little guest than anything else actually. Amused that the urchin was foolish enough to even take a step to his ship. Scaring the kid was more fun than actually snapping or fingers or punishing him right now in other ways anyway.
Dragging the boy back below the deck and straight to his cabin, dragging the brunette by his hair, Gilbert practically threw the kid in the room by his hair as he let go of it. Not caring if the boy got to stay on his feet or fell down, he walked in and closed the door behind him, keeping his eye on the kid all the time.
“So….my little rat…I bet you remember aaall the objects you took and where you took them. I give you a good…hmm…5 minutes to get everything in it’s place.” he grinned as he took the key to the door from his pocket and locked the door firmly (after searching for the keyhole for a little bit. damn, he needed to get a bigger key to this damn door).
He then turned and grinned as he started to walk to his desk while glancing at the thief. “Time’s running! You don’t want it to go too fast!” he glared and waited for the street rat to get to work. As looked at the brunette for a while, making sure he had his blade ready as he then leaned his back to the table. That’s when he felt it, the journal. Ooo his special little darling. How could he forget.
“Oh…I forgot about you~” he smiles as he took the journal from his belt and leafed it through a bit. Everything was there like it should be. “Keep working you! time’s running you rat!” he hissed as the then smiled a bit, now looking at his journal in his hands. totally concentrated to the small book for a while. He turned around and made sure to place the book on it’s rightful place on the table. Not right in the middle, but neatly a bit on the right side so he could always have it ready when he wanted to write. His bird was also chirping a bit now, so he gave it a few seeds from the little cup next to it’s cage. Everything was fine now, little bird, he thought.
(ugh Prussia....he's drunk...so he might sound worst than he actually thinks...tsktsk poor bastard UmU)
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Post by Romano Vargas on Aug 24, 2010 6:12:14 GMT -5
Romano began to clench and unclench his fists, bitting down on his lip while the albino kept talking. He didn't like being in this situation, and he certainly didn't appreciate that he was being put down like this. Not that it was a nice feeling to know it was near impossible to hold back on his fear, and that his weaker side showed itself to this freak so easily. But even so, that didn't mean this jerkish bastard had the fucking right to be so degrading! That wasn't how it worked in his mind.
Romano would have to man up, not because this jerk said he should, but because he wanted it himself. He was better than Gilbert, he knew he was, and couldn't give a damn if the captain disagreed. Romano struggled with himself to bring himself to look at the man who was threatening him.
Continuing to bite his lip, the boy blinked away his tears, glaring daggers at the man who pressed his sword against his throat even more. It began to sting more, and Romano could feel warm little drops trail down his throat at this point. Shit, he was bleeding. It could never be a whole lot of blood, it didn't feel like it was a lot, but it was there non the less. Surely that would be a scar, just his luck, wasn't it?
His eyes widened for a moment, putting back what he had scored?! It wasn't like he had a lot of choice but he...Romano narrowed his eyes, cutting off his own thoughts. Maybe it would be a chance for him to escape. He couldn't if he was locked up, he had never been caught yet, so he really had no idea on what to do if that were to happen. A startled yelp escaped him the moment Gilbert grabbed his hair again. It felt like that would become a bold spot sooner or later, if this freak would keep grabbing and yanking it like he did.
Romano glared at the floor below, unable to lift his head as he was dragged off. The boy couldn't give a damn and struggled. He held the man's hand firmly with his own two hands, to make sure that despite his struggle, the tugging couldn't hurt him that much. Besides, this way he could try to pry that damned hand off again. “God damn bastard,” he hissed quietly under his breath, unable to break free at this very moment. He was so busy trying to escape that he didn't notice he was back at the cabin already, until he was thrown in. Romano stumbled inside, confused and disorientated, he found himself falling down, hitting the floor with a loud thud. The boy groaned, swearing softly while he got back on his feet.
Nothing was in the brunette's favor right now, a fact he cursed to hell and back, but Romano could work with it, if he could form a plan anyway. The sight of the blade made him feel tense, getting Romano to reach for his throat . This was the first moment he has had to actually check the damage, which wasn't at all as bad as he had thought it was. “Shut up! I'm getting to it!” he snapped, growing a bit to annoyed with all these insults.
This probably wasn't the best thing he could do, snap at someone with a weapon. Romano hurried to 'work', hoping that if he seemed to be putting everything back eagerly, that this man would let him go. Much like the albino did, Romano kept his eye on the man as well, so he would know when he wasn't being threatened, like right now. He knew what to do now. Romano looked around one last time and remembered some of the items he had put in his bag. The brunette opened it carefully, taking out a heavy statue, bigger than his hand. What a waste, he thought, this thing seemed like it would sell for a lot of money.
The boy's eyes narrowed at the albino's back. He approached the man, tip-toeing closer, lifting the statue up. He was nervous, not sure if this would work. You normally heard of these things happening in the books he sometimes read, but what choice was he left with? On the other hand, it was amusing, and that he thought so showed on his face. Romano lifted up the statue, his eyes on Prussia for a moment or so more before he brought the thing crashing down on the man's head with full force. Being desperate to escape added a little more strength and he hoped it worked.
This didn't mean Romano had the time to admire his work. After the statue made contact with the man, Romano had let go, franticly picking up the journal before he ran to the door. His hands shook violently from the adrenaline rush as he fought with the key, desperately trying to turn it and unlock the door. His gaze darted back to the albino when the door made a click noise, and unlocked. Finally! He pushed the door open and made a run for it, as fast as his legs could carry him, determent to get back at where he entered the ship from so he could leave.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Aug 28, 2010 19:30:21 GMT -5
Gilbert made sure he’d give his precious little bird some more seeds to make it calm down and chill. He was also thinking at the same time, all the possibilities that he would punish the kid with. Hehe…this ‘put the things at their place’ was not only a good way to stall time and come up with the bestest idea, he was sure it also broke the boys spirit. Hahaha…fearing the unknown that boy certainly was, shivering in pure admiration of his great captain-like features and the horrible impending doom. Also, this saved him for putting them all to their own places himself. Hah! Damn he was genious…really!
He was just congratulating himself on his fine plans when something made him stop feeding his bird. He stood there quietly, listening for a second. Why didn’t he hear the sound of the little thief putting the stuff away. It was awfully quiet and…at this part, he was about to turn to look at the room, but never got to do it. A blunt object, directed straight to the back of his head, met with it’s target and at this point Captain Prussia’s world went dark. Dark and unconscious as he fell to the ground. The great captain had met his match.
The statue hitting the back of his head had really made a big impact, since it took quite a while before the great and awesome captain came back to his senses. For a moment he lay on the ground, only hearing chirps of a bird and feeling the awful pain at his head where the statue hit. As the pain got worse when he woke up a bit more, by now he just had to get up. Oh man it felt like he had the worst hangover and head-trauma ever at the same time. Well actually that’s what he was going through actually.
He lifted up in a sitting position and tried to rewind a bit back to the reasons why he was on the floor. He happened to glance towards the door and as he saw it wide open, it suddenly him. He remembered everything! That freaking bastard!! Prussia stood up almost purely with the power of being pissed. (Immediately noticing it wasn’t a really good idea. He didn’t feel super now.) He looked at the door, then saw the goddamn statue on the floor. He quickly glanced over his room, seeing how some of his objects were, in fact missing. Probably the ones the damn bastard hadn’t put back to their place before….the freaking sneaky jerk decided to play dirty! He squinted his eyes as he lifted his other hand to the back of his head, feeling the bump that had already formed there. That cowarly bastardjerkidiot….if he ever saw that guy again he’d make him pay.
He sighed a bit as he leaned back to the table, still feeling the bump a bit. Damn it was sore. Gladly it was hidden in his hair…not like anyone of his crew would ever find out about this. He was musing a bit at the happenings, now just curing all those little nosy thieves as he was awaken from his thoughts by the chirping of his bird. Sighing a bit again, he turned to it and absentmindedly took a bit of seed and fed them to the little brave and awesome bird. And that’s when his eyes spotted an error on the table. Something was missing….something very important.
“What the goddamn hell!!” echoed probably though the whole ship as Captain Prussia shrieked. His journal…his most priced possession! It was…gone! What the hell! That….freaking…urchin! That lowest worm of the lowest low! That jerk had really taken it!! Surely that bastard wasn’t that stupid! To get the wrath of the greatest captain of the air on him!
He looked once more around his desk but no….it was no-where. Gone with the wind. Or, well, more likely someone who would not get to live in peace until Gilbert got his journal back. Oh that boy would pay….that boy would regret the day he decided to mess with the most awesomest captain ever on the face of this world. Prussia would definitely make sure of that.
[end scene]
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