@Nami:
omg gypsy…
I just realised....
Your signature. Since I first saw it I was curious about what it shows. Who the persons are...
I JUST REALISED IT!
I'm so fuckin proud of myself right know...
Yes I'm slow :getlost:....
Ash smoking is such crack.
Just like this.
_The moment from the office drifted through the door and into the hall. Trapped, who had not budged from the doorway since her leave, was now rooted by heartbreak. Blood pounding in her ears, she stumbled to an empty seat across from the door and put her clipboard gingerly on the floor next to her. A sob heaving from deep within her breast, she put her hands over her face to catch her cries.
“Trapped?”
At the sound of her name, she jumped out of her pitiful pose and looked wildly for its source. To her horror it was the red-haired pirate, Shanks. Humiliated by her blotchy face and running make up, she used the tips on her fingers to rub what must have run. Shakily, she answered him. “What do you want?” Looking him up and down, she noticed he was well dressed and carried a small bundle of flowers.
He chuckled. “At the moment, I’d like to know what’s wrong with my friend.” Nodding at the empty space on the bench, Trapped shrugged in permission to let him sit.
Sniffling again, she put her tips to her temple and watched him carefully put the flowers next to him. “What are those for?”
“What are you crying for?”
“You don’t have to persist. If I didn’t answer that means I don’t want to tell you.”
Smiling, he looked down at the flowers. “I was going to bring these to Gypsy as a thanks for the lovely time I had at her party.”
Trapped scoffed and rubbed her forehead harder. “Of course! It’s all about her!”
Shanks raised an eyebrow. “All about…well it was her party.” When the woman didn’t answer, he smirked. “I take it that your upset because of her.”
“Yes and no.” She blew out the air in her cheeks.
Shanks looked from her to the door. His bright eyes showed the gears in his brain working. Before Trapped could excuse use herself to go wallow by herself, he threw up a finger in clear triumph of something unknown. “That’s it!” Turning to her, he grinned into her perplexed visage. “You got fired!”
Trapped blinked for a moment, then began to chuckle. It grew into an actual burst of laughter and continued to blossom until she was holing her waist in pain. Shanks put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a shake. But she could only correct him in broken thoughts.
“No! Shanks…that…it’s…what on earth!” Her laughter was so unforeseen and loud, Shanks himself couldn’t help but chuckle with her.
“You’re happy about it.”
“I didn’t get fired!”
“Then…why are you sitting outside of Garp’s office in tears?”
Trapped shook her head and looked down at the rug. “It’s…I love Gypsy and all…but…I guess he just won in the end.”
“Won?”
“She got Garp. I guess that’s really that.”
“She got Garp?” His jaw dropped. “As in….they’re in love?”
Nodding, more tears blurred her vision. “I should have known. I mean look at the girl! She’s so funny! And on top of being totally charming and fun, she’s a thousand time more prettier than I’ll ever-”
Shanks held up his tanned hand to stop her. “Ah, that I can prove wrong.”
Trapped cheeks flushed. “What?”
“I don’t think I danced with her once at the party did I?”
“Well you…no. But-”
“And I don’t recall taking a Mayor’s rose to swoon her did I?”
“No…” In spite of her emotions, Trapped lips twitched into a smile.
Shanks, satisfaction on his face, reached down and picked up the clipboard and the flowers. “Well, I shouldn’t bother those two now. I’d be scarred for life if I walked in now.”
“Y-yeah…” Her clipboard handed back to her, she smiled down at it.
Shanks put the bouquet under his arm and dusted his hands. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink.” He looked at her from the coroner of his eye. “You feeling up for it?”
“I’d…I’d like that.”_ I can't write worth a damn.