One Piece Mafia

kmohyudin

I am in?

trappedolphin

I'll be the bear/killer this time!

Harvady Alumnus

The first four are in. Roles are being sent now.

kmohyudin

I got the PM

SomebodyUDon'tKnow

I got the PM too.

quotDeadBonesquotBrook

I also have gotten a PM.

Sky

As have I .

Miadestroystokyo

a quick drabble I wrote.
characters: crocodile, mia, trapped, shanks
honorable mention: local again~

! It was easy to find which room she was in. It was the only hospital door that loud bickering could be heard from. Thuggish, obnoxiously loud, particularly rude bickering. Crocodile sighed to himself and wondered why he’d come as he approached the open doorway.
! “Miss…. please…. you can’t smoke here. This is a hospital…!” a mousy nurse was pleading tentatively.
! “I just got a bullet taken outta me and you’re asking me not to smoke? Go find some bed pans to clean, tutz.” Mia snapped with considerable venom.
! The nurse looked like she wanted to say something in return but thought better of it and left the room in a passive huff.
! Crocodile watched her go and turned back to the reluctant patient before him.
! “You’re in a particularly foul mood.” he observed dryly.
! “Go fuck yourself!” she spat back almost on reflex.
! He sat in the chair by her bed and crossed his legs.
! “Your usually pretty devil-may care and unshakable but I gues when your life’s been threatened you get worked up.” he said with a smirk, “I guess it just proves how scared of death you are.”
! “Yeah right. Something like this won’t kill me.” she brushed off with an impatient wave of her hand, “What gets me worked up is knowing some unknown person X running around MY town has got some bloody nerve to try and attack me.” she was inhaling and exhaling quick, shallow, puffs of smoke from her cigar now as she spoke.
! Crocodile reached across the bed to pull up the bottom of her shirt. He examined the blood spattered bandages underneath and asked apathetically, “Probably still smarting, right?”
! She slapped his hand away sharply.
! “Yeah, yeah, save your sympathy- this shit doesn’t even hurt. The only pain is in my ass and my pride is the only injured thing on me.”
! “A huge but sensitive ego, eh?” Crocodile muttered.
! She barked out a laugh, “Oh that’s rich- coming from you!”
! He scowled darkly at her, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
! “It means you’re both conceited.” a third voice entered the conversation with a teasing tone as Trapped walked into the room with Shanks following close behind.
! Crocodile narrowed his eyes at the third party sullenly. “I don’t want to be talked down by some second in command,” he grumbled.
! “Don’t be rude, Crocodile-kun,” Shanks chimed in with deceptive cheeriness, “That’s my lady you’re talking to.” he gave extra emphasis to that last sentence and said it with such obvious pride that the threat lost it's credibility.
! “Did you get me lots of get-well-soon presents?” Mia changed the subject, her foul mood seemingly replaced by her usual playful self.
! “If I had to buy gifts for every time someone in our line of work went to the hospital I wouldn’t even have money enough for food. Besides, you’re fine. The doc said you can leave tomorrow- and he’s not shady like Local.” Trapped replied callously.
! Shanks sat down on the edge of the now pouting don’s bed.
! “She talks rough but she’s been worried sick- fussing around and chewing on her nails.” he informed Mia cheerfully making Trapped turn red.
! “I wasn’t worried about HER! I was stressed out trying to find the culprit so I wouldn’t have to listen to her bitching!” she protested.
! Mia and Shanks giggled to eachother.
! “Aw, she’s so cute when she’s defensive.” Shanks crooned.
! “Hehehe, it must be rough having to deal with such a tsundere lover. After I get out let’s go to a bar and pour our heart’s out about our moody little Trapped-chan.” Mia snickered back with equal affection.
! “Hell no! If you two went out drinking I’d be the one who’d have to drag your drunken asses home at 3 am!” Trapped snapped.
! “Aww, she’s possesive. Doesn’t want me having a drink with another girl” Shank’s interpreted out loud.
! Trapped threateningly grabbed him by the nape of his neck and rumbled, “Don’t put words in my mouth!”
! “I’m leaving,” Crocodile stood up and started for the door.
! “Why? Stay! I hope we didn’t interrupt!” Shanks said.
! “Oh, don’t mind that guy. He’s just allergic to fun. Sad really.” Mia said with a coy smile sent in the hook handed man’s direction.
! He looked back at her from the doorway, the edges of his lips twitching upward momentarily before he left without another word.

Harvady Alumnus

GAME START

Players may vote and unvote at will as in a normal game of Mafia (votes and unvotes must be in bold). Once someone gets the majority votes, the game is over and no amount of unvoting will change that. The mod then announces the lynch, and resulting winner(s).

Players may claim their identity and/or the person they saw, at any time. It is forbidden to softclaim. Only full claims are allowed.

Don't copy/paste or printscreen the PM's you receive. You are free to paraphrase them (and fake them), but you may not copypaste them or printscreen them.

This is an closed setup. All roles randomly assigned.

You need three votes to lynch, Deadline is October 31st at the absolute latest. _Ah, lunchtime. The four remaining students, Usoya, Robika, Chopahiko, and Franory, are loitering in the parking lot next to the school, as the staff is trying to put the building back together. You guys are always making trouble for the school in some way or another, and today's no different. Your classmate Luffyshirou walks into the lot and heads for the lunch cart. He reaches into his wallet, only to find that it's empty.

"HEY! I had 50,000 berries!!1! Where did they go?!?! HOW WILL I EAT LUNCH?!?!?!one!"

He breaks into gear second and rampages across the grounds, sending trappedolphin flying. Seeing as you were the only ones around with the nerve to tempt fate, one of you is guilty. Luffyshirou's gone mad again. They didn't even finish fixing the school from last time. If it happens again, you'll all get detention for life. You'd better find out which one of you took it, and condemn that person to the Okama's/Principal's annex.

Everyone looks at each other, wondering what each person knows.

Go for it!_

Kitsune Inferno

@Harvady:

He breaks into gear second and rampages across the grounds, sending trappedolphin flying.

Ha, serves you right, you damn swirly-cook

piratemarimo

It's a pleasure to read your fics Mia. I gotta admit, I can't help but feel a bit jealous when I read it though. I don't know why, but for some reason I really enjoyed reading Shanks and Crocodile's brief conversation with one another. It's just fascinating to me how certain characters would speak to each other when in ordinary circumstances, they wouldn't be doing so.

Not to nitpick, but “Your usually pretty devil-may care and unshakable but I gues when your life’s been threatened you get worked up.” This line is the only confusing part. God I feel like such a prick whenever I point out grammar mistakes or something of that sort. I had to re-read it a couple times to understand is all.

Sky

Alright, first, who did everyone see who did it?

Miadestroystokyo

ahh gomen for the grammar mistake xD I wrote this at like 3 in the morning.

"I guess your usual devil-may-care attitude crumbles the second your life is threatened."

how's that??

And don't feel jealous because…. I'm currently (even as I type this) writing a fic that features you in it ;)
but it's hard to explain how too much without giving it away....
anyway.... LOOK FORWARD TO IT!!

piratemarimo

Yay! It's been awhile since I've been written into a fic. I think the last one excluding the main mafia story was Gypsy's fic where Dofla and I are dating. Squee~ I won't be able to sleep from anticipation lol.

Miadestroystokyo

What. What Fic Is This?! I Need To Read It.

piratemarimo

Give me a minute. I'll see if I can go dig it up right now.

edit:

Mia, here's the one-shot Gypsy wrote:

! The costumers in the restaurant couldn’t eat. They were busy eyeing the feathered man who insisted on sitting atop his table than the chair. His date was banging her spoon on the edge of her bowl. The soup inside ripped with each aggravated clank. After his fourth piece of the complementary rolls was swallowed, he grinned at the annoyed woman.
! “Nice pick. This place is fancy.”
! “Which is why you should be in a seat…dear.”
! Doflamingo snickered and leaned over towards her face. “That’s what you get for putting me in a suit.”
! “You still wore the feathers.” She glared at the pink mass around his shoulders. “You could have picked one to match my dress at least.”
! “What does it matter?” He picked up another roll. “Green look terrible on me and besides, it’s not like you’ll be wearing that dress long after dinner is over.”
! Piratemarimo gasped and dropped her utensil. “Doflamingo!” She hissed, eyes darting to the guest around her. “You could at least act like we have some manners and grace! Oh…god. PUT THE BUTTER ON THE ROLL LIKE A PERSON.”
! The blonde man had dipped the roll into the butter stick and dragged it back. Caked with the gooey topping, he tore the piece off and chewed in obnoxiously in her face. “Why? I’m sitting on the knife.”
! “You’re humiliating.”
! “And your sexy when your irritated.”
! Before she could retort with her humiliation, she spotted a man enter the dining hall. He was tall with dark hair slicked back away from his face. A cigar between his lips and scar etched across his cheeks. A woman held onto his arm, a smug look drawn on for being on the side of the trophy. The man tipped his head towards a booth beside, to Piratemarimo’s horror, her and Doflamingo.
! “OH NO.” She slid down in her seat.
! “What now?” Her date smirked. “Should I hold my glass with my pinky out?”
! “No, it’s my ex!” She checked her reflection in the dirty spoon. “Crocodile!”
! “Your…?” He whipped his head around and spotted the target. “Oh, that guy? Who’s the dame with him?”
! “How should I know?!” Standing up, she put her hands to Doflamingo’s chest. For a split moment, he thought she was seriously going to jump him right there. But, his grin was dashed from his face in an instant when she shoved him off the table. Falling back, he caught the chair just in time. “SIT. DOWN.” She said in a low and toxic voice.
! “A warning would have been polite.”
! She shot him a glare as Crocodile sat down next to them. “Quick.” She muttered to Doflamingo, who was adjusting in his seat. “Tell me I look pretty.”
! “Why should I do that fo-”
! “Because we love each other and you like how I look!” She said warningly.
! Tipping his sunglasses down to peer over them at her, he squinted his eyes. “I must say,” He said loudly enough for Crocodile and his date to hear. “Your ass looks delicious in that dress.”
! The date of Crocodile’s choked on her drink and Crocodile raised and eyebrow at the feathery man. Piratemarimo turned her head away from the couple’s direction. Doflamingo, with a satisfied smile on, put his sunglasses to the top of his head.
! “Charming.” Piratemarimo said, tossing her napkin at him.
! “You asked for it. Don’t push me around.”
! “Some date you are.” She cautiously let her gaze shift towards Crocodile, who met her gaze with a smile.
! “Marimo!” He said with enthusiasm. “So lovely to see you here!” Taking her hand, he kissed the top of it.
! Doflamingo laughed and kicked his feet to the top of the table. Dirt from his boots flecked onto the tablecloth. “How you doin’, Croc?”
! “And who might you be?”
! “Doflamingo.” He pointed a toe at Piratemarimo. “Her date?”
! The woman scowled, and Crocodile held out a hand to shake the blonde man’s. “Indeed. Nice to meet you.” When the shake was over, he called over the woman he had arrived with. “Might I introduce my own date for the night, Gypsy.”
! Doflamingo took an extra moment to stare at the lady’s boobs when she walked over. Piratemarimo, not missing his stare, kicked his seat from under the table. His glasses fell off and into his soup. Gypsy giggled as Crocodile sighed. “Pleasure.” She said sarcastically. Piratemarimo wished to sink into the floor from all this shocking embarrassment.
! “Man, and these were new too.” Doflamingo said, pulling out the dripping plastic. “And weren’t easy to get.”
! “Oh? Expensive tastes?” Crocodile inquired.
! “Yeah, since I can’t afford them, they were a bitch to steal.”
! “Doflamingo!”

trappedolphin

@Harvady:

He breaks into gear second and rampages across the grounds, sending trappedolphin flying.

… The cook is not happy. I'm taking away all the meat~

And Sky, I saw who did it -- it was Zoromichi!

/will stop intruding from here on.

Kitsune Inferno

Ya right, #7! Sansuke is responsible for this!

dragged offstage by Harvady

trappedolphin

Mia! -hugs. I love your fic! (obviously) so so fun to read~ and Shanks is just too adorable. I hope your wound heals soon, though! Croc will make it alllllllll better ;)

SomebodyUDon'tKnow

Oh dear god! Who did this!?

Sky

.> anyway…who did everyone see do it?

Shuhan

Yo, um… I think something is missing...

Sky

What do you mean?

Kitsune Inferno

What are you talking about, Shuhan?

Pkbaldy

I like bananas :D

Wooden_Giraffe

I think that mangos are sweet!

Pkbaldy

Oh my god i agree with you there. I might go cut one up :D

trappedolphin

MANGOS ARE AWESOME.

who likes durian?

kmohyudin

I have no idea…

Sky

Well what did you get in your PM?

kmohyudin

I hate Mangoes… And I have no idea what a Durian is...

trappedolphin

@kmohyudin:

I hate Mangoes… And I have no idea what a Durian is...

you have never lived.

it is the fruit that will one day split the universe in two and create a world war with presidents you have never heard of fighting for a taste of this awesomeness.

Wooden_Giraffe

You mean guys like Nguyen Minh Triet??

SomebodyUDon'tKnow

If kmo didn't get a name in his PM…that means he did it doesn't it?
It also means that he is Usoya. I saw Usoya do it.

kmohyudin

I am Chopopopopo…. or something like that...

and I have to find the bad guy...

Miadestroystokyo

OKAY this is more canon than the last fic because it fits in with the main story and is a continuation of the first fic I did.

characters: Miadestroystokyo, Crocodile, Piratemarimo, Sanji
no honorable mentions
pairings: piratemarimoxcrocodilexmiadestroystokyoxsanji or something like that

! She’d been totally surrounded but the slippery little girl got away. It was actually quite disturbing- that she’d been able to break through his defenses with such ease and so quickly have him in a stalemate.
! Crocodile chuckled, tossing his cigar to the ground and stamping out the glowing lit end with his heel.
! “Not bad…” he murmured to himself.
! The image of her staring him down with a gun pointed at him while she was surrounded by guns aimed at her kept reappearing in his mind. Not a hint of fear was visible in her emerald eyes, in fact they were alight with a perverse sort of excitement. She was enjoying the threat on her life and having power enough to threaten his too.
! The cheeky curve of one side of her lips upwards as she locked eyes with him.
The fedora casting a shadow across her striking features…
! “Who exactly was that girl just now?” Crocodile asked casually as his lackeys still seemed shaken up at being completely dominated by a lone hit woman only a minute or so before.
! “I-I believe that was piratemarimo, sir.” one finally answered, “An assasin on Gypsy’s pay roll.”
! “Oh.” was his only response and he calmly began to leave.
! “B-boss! Should we find her and kill her?” one of the goons called out stupidly.
! He paused in the doorway. “….no,” he said after a moment of thought. And they couldn’t question that decision. He left them tense and unsure of what to do or what exactly had just happened.
! ++++
! Mia let out a long, exaggerated, sigh at the sight of bodies littering the hallway to her apartment. She slumped into a defeated pose and rolled her eyes up to the ceiling. She sighed again and began stepping gingerly over the casualties (most bleeding out of tears in their flesh from some sort of hook [foreshadowing to the perpetrator?]).
! She dragged her feet as she went into the apartment and dropped her purse to the ground. As expected, the scar faced criminal had made himself right at home in her house and was currently ashing his cigar in her ashtray at her desk reading her papers.
! “Y’know, it’s sort of romantic for a guy to leave a trail of roses to his girlfriend’s house when she comes home but… You really take it to the next level by leaving a trail of corpses instead. Should I feel touched?”
! “Well you don’t expect me to climb in through the window, do you?” Crocodile asked smoothly without looking up at her.
! “I have a door.” she said flatly, “With a doorbell and everything.”
! He smirked, still keeping his eyes on the paper in his hand. “Your point?”
! “Use the door.” she answered with emphasis. She stripped off the thin pinstriped white jacket and laid it on the couch leaving her in a black slip-like dress and kicked out of her red heels. “Geez. And it’s all just to take revenge on me for breaking into your house. How childish.”
! His lips twitched upwards in satisfaction at her annoyance.
! “And I never went looking through your stuff.” Mia went on.
“You took some of my cigars though.” he argued.
“So take some of mine and call it even, you five year old.”
“As if I’d poison myself with the cheap shit you smoke.”
! She sat on the desk and leaned forward, skillfully knocking the cigar free of his lips with a flick of her tongue. Catching it between her own crimson lips she pulled away, taking a long drag, eyes alight with mischief. He didn’t look her in the eyes, only watched the smoke curl from the end of what was his cigar. With a sweep of his arm he knocked the papers and any other items on the desk to the floor with a clatter and grabbed Mia by the arm, knocking her onto her back on the desk and catching the cigar that fell from her lips all in a serious of quick, fluid movements.
! Looming over her, his hook pinning her down to the desk, he breathed in the cigar and blew a large cloud of thick smoke into Mia’s face.
! She sighed and gave him an exagerratedly long suffering look, “Can’t we ever undress ourselves and get in an actual bed like normal people?”
! He ignored her, scraping the edge of his hook against the wood finish of the table as he pressed himself ontop of her, a single hand sliding up her skirt. She didn’t supress a small moan at the cold metal of his rings rubbing against her thighs and above.
! “Oi, don’t ruin my desk,” she griped, eyeing the scrape left by his hook.
! “Shut up,” he growled in response, tearing at the lacy fabric of her bra with his teeth and not caring if any of her skin got in his way. She plucked the cigar held loosely in his fingers and brough it to her own lips as she freed her other arm to stroke the back of his neck, leaving thin scratch marks where her nails scraped intentionally.
! “Somebody is desperate today.” she said calmly blowing a ring of smoke into the air, “what’s got you all hot and bothered?”
! Crocodile threw her underwear to the side and unzipped his pants unceremoniously, paying no heed to her once again. She sighed again. Mia was a laid back sort but she wasn’t incapable of losing her temper. And this was one of the times when she was getting a bit frustrated.
! She sat up suddenly and pulled his hair at the same time as she gently but effectively pressed her foot against his groin, forcing him to look her in the eye.
! “Don’t just do as you please,” she snapped before releasing her grip on him and sliding off the desk, relighting the cigar she’d abandoned. She turned her back as she headed to the bedroom. He sulked for a moment before following her.
! She was sitting on the windowsill, smoke streaming in lazy wisps from the end of her cigar into the purple-tinted night sky of the polluted city. As much as he hated giving in, it wouldn’t be good for her to be angry with him at that moment. Wordlessly he stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and trailing gentle kisses on her shoulders, her collarbone, all pale and practically skeletal looking in the moonlight’s glow.
! He couldn’t see her face but it seemed to work as she closed the window and leaned back against him. He soon felt her slender fingers wrap loosely around his wrist, guiding his hand across the curves of her body. Crocodile pulled her around to kiss her deeply on the mouth and push her onto the bed.
! ++++++
! “I heard you had your ass handed to you by some broad with a gun.” Mia finally brought up as she watched Crocodile trying to sleep with a cigar and a playful smirk occupying her mouth.
! “Gossip travels faster than bullets from guns in this town.” he finally grumbled reluctantly without opening his eyes.
! “It’s not gossip if it’s true.” she said, her grin widening.
! Knowing that sleep wasn’t a realistic possibility anymore he opened his eyes to glare at her.
! “Aw, don’t feel too bad. I heard it was piratemarimo. She’s about as crafty as they get. Has to be for the amount I’ve heard she charges.”
! “I don’t feel bad,” he said stubbornly closing his eyes again, “….In fact, I’m excited.”
He smiled, “To see if she got lucky or if she really is a formidable enemy for me to have.”
! Mia rolled her eyes at his arrogance as she took another drag from her cigar.
! He flipped onto his back looking up at the ceiling. “Maybe she won’t be an enemy at all though. I can always use smarter suboordinates.” He smiled with blatant mischief, “Maybe I’ll ask her out to dinner.”
! Mia cocked an eyebrow at him skeptically.
! “A girl attacks you and you get dizzy with the dame? You’re like half retarted or something, y’know that?” she teased with a mocking laugh.
! He didn’t open his eyes or lose his smile as he said coolly, “Don’t be jealous.”
! Her jaw dropped and she could only glare at him and set her cigar in the ashtray on her bedside table.
! “Well, to be fair, I guess I put a gun to you the first time we met too…” she changed the subject, laying herself ontop of him and tracing swirls across his chest with one of her crimson red fingertips, “…and we screwed later that night.”
! She looked up at him with an impish grin. “The start of a sordid love affair?”
! Since that night of their first meeting, their relationship had consisted of frantic, restless, sessions, shoved into whatever corner, closet, or private room they could find when out in public or else one would come home to find the other waiting. There would be few words beforehand, except some of the friendly insults and volleying of quick banter that got them both off.
! Then it would be all frenzied pushing, scratching, biting at eachother to release their violent, pent up, lust. Tearing at clothes and knocking over furniture that just got in their way. They gnawed on their own lips to somehow restrain their moans of frustration, bliss, pain, and pure ecstacy- neither wanted to give the other that satisfaction.
! People like them died everyday no matter how tough they thought they were. They could end up dead in a dark alleyway or with their corpse shoved into some dumpster. So they didn’t have time to be patient or gentle- not when they could be dead by tomorrow.
! Then afterwards they would share a cigar or a drink and talk some.
! The next day or maybe even some weeks later they could pass eachother on the street or see eachother at the Midnight Club or some similar place. Usually surrounded by their own henchmen they’d send eachother a sly glance as they pass- “I know where you were last night” being said by their eyes (probably accompanied by a naughty snicker).
! Both being bosses when there was a meeting of famiglia’s in the city sometimes an eyebrow is raised at an accidentally revealed mark of red skin along Mia’s neckline or wrist. She would flush and cover it up quickly while Crocodile chuckles to himself and looks particularly smug.
! “Why should I be jealous anway? Because she’s on the receiving end of your affections?” Mia crooned mockingly before she laughed once, “That’s a fate I wouldn’t wish upon anyone!”
! Crocodile just kept his eyes closed and folded his arms behind his had, smiling complacently, “No. You should be jealous because she’s way prettier than you.”
! He received a quick punch to the stomach making him jump and knocking the breath out of him. She glared at him and jabbed him in the chest with her index finger repeatedly as she spoke.
! “You’re not supposed to say rude stuff like that to ladies! I bet that’s why you’re still a bachelor at your age!”
! His mouth dropped uncharacteristically looking offended.
! “’your age’?!” he sputtered with incredulous outrage.
! Mia waved it off with a flick of her hand, “Besides. I didn’t think you were the type to be so easily won over by a cute face.”
! Crocodile propped himself up on his elbow to scowl at her.
! “She’s not ‘cute’… she’s ‘sexy’.” he corrected tersely.
! Mia paused then narrowed her eyes and gave him a cat-like smile. “Oh? Well in that case she must be totally out of your league.” With a self-satisfied smile and flip of her hair, she lay down on her side facing away from him.
! He stared at her back, mouth agape for a moment before composing himself (for revenge).
! “From what I’ve heard I’m not the only one with a crush.” he said casually, “A certain blonde waiter….?”
! She seemed to stay perfectly still for a moment as if not even breathing before she mumbled into her pillow “s’not just a waiter… he’s the sous-chef….”
! The reaction wasn’t exactly what Crocodile had prepared himself for and was rather shocked to see that even from behind a blush was visible on her face reaching all the way out to her ears which were now red with embarassment.
! “Isn’t he a little young for you too…?” he crooned with obvious amusement.
! In a quick movement Mia had flipped over and smacked Crocodile in the face with a pillow.
! “H-he’s only 2 years younger than me, d-dammit!” she really was bright red and as flustered as he’d ever seen her before, “A-and he’s even a little taller than me so it’s fine!”
! Crocodile watched her pout and grab her pillow back but with a strange pang in his heart knowing he hadn’t been the only one who’d had someone else in the back of their mind that night when they’d made love.
He covered it up by continuing to tease her of course.
! “Is he good in bed?”
! “Oh yeah. A thousand times better than you.” she said seriously.
! Again his eyes widened with indignation. She gave him a sidelong glance and sighed.
! “I’m kidding. Of course that hasn’t happened yet.” she seemed dissapointed about this fact and again Crocodile felt a twinge of some sort of emotion. He was tempted to pin her down to the bed and warn her to never ever look at or speak to or love any man but him because though he’d never thought that he loved Mia, her smirks and her teasing glances and her shiny red nails and the taste of smoke on her lips- all those things belonged to him. Him and no one else.
! The idea of someone else lighting the female don’s cigar at 4 in the morning as she sat naked and bathed in moonlight was just wrong.
In fact, he resented the very thought of it!
! There was no way some other man could break into her house on a regular basis and be okay with her doing the same to him. Whose cigars would she steal if not his? Who else could possibly know every slope and edge of her body, could say that they’d left a bitemark or bruise in every single one, could know how to make her cry out and gasp? Surely not some punk busboy.
! “…..hrm.” was all he managed to mutter, turning back on his side and closing his eyes, this time for good. If he tried to say any of the things on his mind he could picture her reaction quite clearly- literally kicking him out of bed and bellowing ‘then go fuck yourself next time you’re horny!’ as she threw his clothes at him.
! She gently touched his shoulder and murmured, “goodnight.”
! ++++++
! “Miss, would you like a re-fill?”
! The raven haired woman could see a tiny frame of her own reflection and the man who now stood beside her in the surface of her tea. She smiled calmly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear as she met eyes with him.
! “No thank you.”
! The sous-chef paused, taken aback for a moment by the full frontal meeting of his eyes with the woman’s own long-lashed dark ones. Then he smiled warmly.
! “Let me know if you need anything.”
! She smiled to herself with a hint of amusement as she raised the tea cup to her lips once more. But the young man didn’t leave. He seemed to shift his weight from one foot to the other awkwardly and then looked down at the floor, scratching the back of his head in nervous restlessness.
! He seemed to muster up his courage and looked her straight in the eye and said clearly, “My name’s Sanji!”
! She blinked at him, her eyebrows raised before tittering a lilting laugh into her hand.
! “I know.” she said grinning while raising a skeptical eyebrow at him, “your nametag says it.” She reached out and tapped the nametag on his chest with a click of her red-nailed index finger.
! Sanji’s face turned bright red- half from embarassment and half from the tingling warmth he felt spread from where her finger had touched.
! “My name’s Mia,” she said kindly with a gentle smile that seemed to be encouraging him not to feel too embarassed.
! “Mia…” he repeated and smiled down at the woman sitting at the table, “….would you… let me take you out for dinner?”
! “yes.” she answered simply and quickly, not losing her composure.
! Sanji stood in shock for a second before grinning rather stupidly and squeeking “thank you.” and then turned on his heel robotically walked back to the kitchen. As soon as the kitchen door closed behind him he jumped up, kicking the air once and raising his hands above his head in victory. “She said yes! I’ve got a date with a beautiful lady!” He exclaimed making his co-workers roll their eyes and laugh at his usual lovestruck attitude and they immediately began teasing him.
! Outside, Mia’s eyes were wide and blinking from the unexpectedly dramatic response she’d overheard (along with everyone else in the restaurant) from the kitchen. Then she broke into laughter behind her hand.
! “Huh.” she finally murmured to herself, closing her eyes and sipping her tea once more, “….it’d be swell if I could stay with a nice guy like that.”

piratemarimo

:wub: :wub::wub:

Jealousy never fails to make things awesome. I love picturing Crocodile's indignation so much and I don't know why it's just so cute. :3

I'm gonna love watching this get even more complicated.

You've got some typos but I really enjoyed reading it.

MagiciteKefka

About our character, can we choose any character? From anywhere?

Even One Piece?

kmohyudin

@trappedolphin:

you have never lived.

it is the fruit that will one day split the universe in two and create a world war with presidents you have never heard of fighting for a taste of this awesomeness.

You mean to tell me there is a fruit that can get the presidents to fight each other and leave us common folks alone?? WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SO!!

Goes to find the fruit

vorlianis

@MagiciteKefka:

About our character, can we choose any character? From anywhere?

Even One Piece?

Character needs to be from One Piece as for the costume you can dress up as anything probably even the moon.

Kitsune Inferno

You can REQUEST to be a character, so long as they're part of the setup.

Shuhan

Like Hannyabal…

Sky

I'm Usoya. I saw Robika do it.

quotDeadBonesquotBrook

I'm Robika and I also saw Usoya do it.

trappedolphin

Kitsune, you didn't answer my PM. :( did my request get through? I really really need that character. XD

(but if it's not in the setup just give me any random character I guess~)

SomebodyUDon'tKnow

I think it was Robika.

Kitsune Inferno

Not Kitsune. Katsura. (That's not right)

Dammit, dolphin, stop making me feel bad about it :(

trappedolphin

~~Huzzah my plan is coming to fruition!~~

~~LET THE GUILTY OVERWHELM YOU~~

~~I don't get the Katsura thing~~

but nah, that character is made of too much awesome to be here, so it's okay. just don't make me Charlos or something.

Kitsune Inferno

Ever see Gintama?

Wooden_Giraffe

Well one of the four I asked about passed Kitsune's test. I curious which one it will be.