|
|
Post by Shinonome Morgan on Sept 12, 2014 19:41:49 GMT -6
GUESS WHO'S BACK // BACK AGAIN Twas a slow day on the Frigate Ophelia. Well, technically speaking, it was a Tuesday afternoon with nothing to do, nothing to kill, and nothing to sail. Literally. The winds were not moving at all that day, it was like the gods decided to just keel over on their mattresses and say 'fuck it, we're not doing anything today.'
Which was understandable! Nome perfectly understood, as she'd been placed under that same hypnosis countless of times. But the problem with that mindset is that it makes the rest of the world want to keel over and lie down. So here we are, with clear skies, no wind, and nothing to do. The crew had already cleaned up the deck... three times. It was waxed and everything, as if she were going to host the kings and queens of all the nations on it.
Bored out of her mind, Shinonome Morgan laid down on the crispy-clean planks and placed her cheek to the shiny wood. It was cool, like one of those air-conditioned rooms they had in Aquavia. She blinked, then stuck out her tongue to taste the wax on the floor out of sheer boredom. The wax promptly tasted disgusting, and her tongue reeled back into place without a word or emotion.
Seagulls crowed and people walked. The day... this was the epitome of a perfect day. And she hated it. She hated perfect days, because there was nothing to do, no sin to commit! You could kill someone and people would tread over the corpse, going on with their perfect day!
"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHHH!" In a burst of pure irritation, the captain's hat flew off as she erupted into an upright stance, her hands violently ruffling into her hair. The cleaning crew looked up to her with a dull shine in their eyes, that flickering hope that something interesting would happen today. At once, Shinonome Morgan unsheathed her sword and raised it skyward before turning to the starboard and jumping off, beginning her fast descent straight onto the docks.
Fire burned in her eyes. She was going to make this day interesting, goddamn it! |
MADE BY TOASTY OF GANGNAM STYLE! |
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2014 5:00:16 GMT -6
| Pour boiling water over the tea,
How simple and clear can the instructions be? 
Beads of sweat budded like morning dew drops upon the waiter’s brow. Nervously groping at the towel in his hands, he locked an anxious stare upon the teacup held by his customer. The world seemed to fall into slow-motion as that cup was lifted, pressing agonizingly slowly to painted lips. Please, he prayed , I was supposed to leave half an hour ago… I don’t get paid for over-time… This is not how I saw my life going… I can’t serve tea to this fop all day…
The fop sipped. Please…“Too sweet.” The eighth cup of tea flew through the air, contents spilt into the feathered brim of an older woman’s hat. Much too busy fumbling with her shopping bags, she didn’t seem to notice. The faint glimmer of hope in the young waiter’s eyes snuffed out like a candle in a thunderstorm, “…Another tea, sir?” “Please. With a pinch less sugar this time,” Volkamenia paused for thought. “About thirty-two granules less this time, if you would.”Defeated, the waiter trundled back into the café, his head held low. Tealess and unsated, the self-proclaimed rose surveyed the bustling working class streets, drinking up every single passing glance he received. Dressed as he was in velvets and golds, with lips as red as the gaudy hat he’d thrown his beverage into, he stood out. Of course in his own opinion he stood out anywhere, what with such an angelic countenance. He was most certain the citizens of Aster were thrilled to have him there; A living, fragrant work of art brightening up their otherwise boring, imperfect days. Why else would he garner so many stares? However, the delicious attention aside, perhaps agreeing to wait around the ports had been a mistake… Certainly, this was not the only café where they failed to serve a decent cup of tea, but the entire place reeked of sea water. He’d already wasted half a bottle of perfume trying to freshen up the little outdoor dining area, and even though he’d sprayed enough to trigger several allergic reactions from other café patrons and passers by, it wasn’t enough to satisfy his sensitive nose. Sea water was by far the worst of all waters. As though the smell wasn’t bad enough, the port was at its liveliest at early afternoon, and every denizen seemed intent to declare themselves all at once. Gulls screeched to announce their presence. A ship bellowed its siren to announce its presence. A girl shrieked from the adjacent dock to announce her presence… Aster had to be the loudest place in the entire world. Volkamenia gazed back to the table, just as the ninth cup of tea was placed before him. He scrutinized it a moment, before lifting it with a shrug and tossing it over his shoulder to add to the cacophony of shattered cups in the middle of the street. “I'm afraid I’ve changed my mind,” he mused, sweetly. “It’s much too loud to enjoy such a delicate beverage. Bring me an éclair instead. You do serve éclairs here, no?”With a begrudging nod, the waiter decided that a request for overtime was worth his while. It was times like this that he wished he too, like the girl storming into the streets, could scream with uninhibited frustration whenever he wanted. |
|
|
