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 Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:49 pm
"Since you'll be thrown directly into your job, I'll tell you about it on our way over. As my assistant you will run errands, fill out paperwork, oversee the completion of my orders and accompany me anywhere I might go, understood?" he asked, scaring people out of his way with his dual-coloured glare.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:55 pm
"I-I comprehend.." Woltin stuttered shyly. He'd only ever done work in farms since he was young, but he figured that a change of pace was needed.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:04 pm
"Not getting shy are you? You'll have to pluck up a backbone to work your position, you have to command the men who work for me. Don't fret, you'll have the help of my first and second mates, but you'll meet them at the base." Gula continued before pausing, his expression softening a little. "I won't be a cruel man to work for, I'm a fair man," he said, laying a hand briefly on Woltin's shoulder before continuing on at a slightly slower pace.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:18 pm
Woltin slightly jumped when the man placed his hand on his shoulder, but he started to calm down after hearing his words and processing them. "I'm not gunna be an invertibrate." he replied once he began to follow again.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:21 pm
Gula laughed when he heard this, which started the gathered crowd whispering, because none of them had ever heard him laugh. "That's good. But you may want to shorten your words a little, my bunch are good marines, but they aren't the smartest," he said, amused half-smile on his face.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:27 pm
"Affirmative, I'll keep that in mind." Woltin responded, not quite sure what he meant though concidering he didn't notice his own weird way of speech.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:29 pm
Gula chuckled and shook his head ruefully. "I found a good one in you didn't I?" he asked, stopping with his feet together in front of a large building with MARINE painted across the wall.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:39 pm
"Marine." Woltin read out loud. He sneezed into his sleeve before headed to the door without Gula, not realizing it.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:47 pm
Gula raised an eyebrow, not moving to see how his men handled an intruder. He decided against just standing there and darted across the street to observe from out of sight.
"HALT! You! What makes you think you can just stroll into a Marine base!" a doorguard asked, he and his partner both pointing their rifles at Woltin.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:54 pm
Woltin looked behind him, seeing no one there. He wasn't surprised. Worse things had happened to him afterall. He faced the soldiers again. "I'm getting employment here." he explained truthfully. He didn't even flinch upon seeing the rifles. It wasn't the first time he'd been at gun-point either.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:57 pm
"Ha! Who would employ someone as young as you! Tell me the name of the Marine who told you that you could work here!" the man demanded, though he had to respect the kids guts.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:59 pm
Name: Jeag 'Sloth' Williams
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Clothes/Looks: A Chinese white silk cheongsam with sleeves that stretch down to his knees, with a black cotton sash. A white tunic, under the cheogsam. Black cotton pants, and knee-high leather riding boots, with half-inch 'walking' heels.
A fair looking Russian-European looking boy, with shoulder length curly brown hair. Green eyes with black flecks, plump 'bee-stung' lips, and a clean complexion. Two-inch scar beside the jugular. Wiry build, but strong muscles; "Thin as a whippet and twice as strong as the working man."
Weapon: Skewer-like daggers with an open ring end. A Dragon [Blunderbuss Pistol] and common Flintlock pistol with 'hollow-point' rounds. Small caches of ammo and gun powder under his cheongsam.
Desired Position: Whatever position lets his sleep the most. Preferably in a high place.
Dream: To live a life of enough ease for him to live up to his name.
-Lazily Jabs Kaizoku with a stick- "Makin' me mov', blast the things."
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Barkov Malvyik Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 12:03 am
"I wasn't informed of his name." Woltin replied, still very honest and straight-forward. He looked at the men with his calm and somehow experienced eyes.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 12:09 am
"Describe him then," the Marine said, the pair of them lowering their weapons.
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Barkov Malvyik Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 12:23 am
Jeag sat on a building's sign post, idly tapping the swinging piece of wood with his foot. He had one eye closed in some simile of sleep, while the other lazily cataloged the passing ons below him.
'Mmm, Ca' help bu' 'njoy the pass'en of lif'. Makes for a right show.'
He smirked, laughing inwardly at the hustle and bustle of a city proper. Blinking, he straightened up the slightest and yawned as his body slipped to the side, legs instinctively hooking around the post to keep him from falling to a neck break. He swung down hard, almost knocking into several patrons of the building and a couple passerbys.
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