SeafloorembersilverSeptember 14 2010, 14:05:42 UTC
He’d been trapped on the seafloor by his ambition, his undying need to free his navigator from the fish-man that held her captive. Of course, his thoughts weren’t riding that train. No, they were more of:
Dammit! I gotta get my feet out of this cement so I can help Nami!
Such was the mind of Monkey D. Luffy. But it may have been that simplicity that the others admired most about him. He didn’t over-think things, which put them in predicaments like this, but that made him more accepting. He never questioned his nakama; he simply understood they had reasons for their actions. He had his reasons.
Live without regrets. While that path had temporarily earned him a place at the bottom of the sea, quickly losing consciousness, it would also bring him to become King of the Pirates. There was no doubt about that in the minds of his nakama. _____________
Yesterdayoxymoronic3September 18 2010, 05:00:23 UTC
For as long as she could remember, Robin had defined herself by yesterday. She was an excessively brilliant child, true, but that did not mean that stories lost their charms on her, that she was not struck with awe by the tales that were true, that she wasn't astounded with history. From the beginning, it was clear that that was where she belonged. Surely in a place where such amazing things existed, she would not be shunned. She would be embraced, actually embraced
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AftershockshosekisamaSeptember 19 2010, 18:17:45 UTC
It wasn't a thousand years ago that a certain undistinguished island sank beneath the waves, but it may as well have been for what anyone ever said of it.
The tsunami had welled up suddenly around noon, when most of the islanders were taking lunch-outside, as was customary for their people. A shadow fell over the island, and as the people stared up at their doom, the wall of raging water crashed on their heads and destroyed everything they had ever lived in an instant.
A few hundred lives were lost that day. No official record was made.
Some leagues away, a young Edward Newgate stared at the cracks he had made in the world (even then fading) and began to realize the enormity of what had just happened.
The real fallout wouldn't come until a few weeks after the event, when the island's prodigal son returned to find his home transformed into a lonely sandbar. He had already lost everything on his ill-conceived journey (his body, his youth, his dream, his hand) and now fate or random chance had robbed him of a home and a family, too
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Re: YesterdayembersilverSeptember 18 2010, 19:08:42 UTC
Oh, I'm so excited to see this filled! That was absolutely beautiful and I love how you made it a transition from 'yesterday' to 'tomorrow'. Really, great job. :)
Dammit! I gotta get my feet out of this cement so I can help Nami!
Such was the mind of Monkey D. Luffy. But it may have been that simplicity that the others admired most about him. He didn’t over-think things, which put them in predicaments like this, but that made him more accepting. He never questioned his nakama; he simply understood they had reasons for their actions. He had his reasons.
Live without regrets. While that path had temporarily earned him a place at the bottom of the sea, quickly losing consciousness, it would also bring him to become King of the Pirates. There was no doubt about that in the minds of his nakama.
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Prompt: Yesterday
Hehe... I remembered this time. ;)
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PROMPT: Aftershocks
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The tsunami had welled up suddenly around noon, when most of the islanders were taking lunch-outside, as was customary for their people. A shadow fell over the island, and as the people stared up at their doom, the wall of raging water crashed on their heads and destroyed everything they had ever lived in an instant.
A few hundred lives were lost that day. No official record was made.
Some leagues away, a young Edward Newgate stared at the cracks he had made in the world (even then fading) and began to realize the enormity of what had just happened.
The real fallout wouldn't come until a few weeks after the event, when the island's prodigal son returned to find his home transformed into a lonely sandbar. He had already lost everything on his ill-conceived journey (his body, his youth, his dream, his hand) and now fate or random chance had robbed him of a home and a family, too ( ... )
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