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Post by Donovan Durden on Oct 21, 2013 16:09:42 GMT -6
A sharp hiss escaped between the beastman's clenched teeth as he leaned against the mast to support his weight. Feeling slightly lightheaded, Donovan pulled the syringe from his vein. Golden eyes glanced down to the small mark that glowed bright red. Rolling his sleeve down, he gently rubbed the area, bending his arm a few times to regain feeling. It only took moments for the drug to kick in and take affect, swimming through his veins, mixing with his blood. Briefly, as always, Donovan's heart began to race, pumping quickly within his chest. This drug, he wasn't quite sure what he liked about it. Part of it, of course, was the way that it made him feel. Although he felt exhilarated as adrenaline pumped through him, he, too, felt a sense of calm. It was an odd feeling to describe, which is why he never tried to. He liked the way that it made him feel, and that's all there was to it. There was no need for anything complicated to muck it all up. Sighing, Donovan tilted his neck from side to side as he removed his hand from his face. Glancing around, he spotted no one, and heard nothing but the creak of the wood and the gentle lapping of ocean water on both the ship and the dock. A sharp twinge shot upwards from the crook of his elbow to his shoulder. Snarling a bit, he rubbed his arm once more as he made haste to tucking away his syringe and liquid drug back into its secret hiding place. The last thing he really wanted or needed was someone to spot what he was doing. Truthfully, what he was doing, was no concern or business of anyone else. However, his "feel good" process was something he preferred to take care of whilst alone. The beastman rubbed his hands together as he began readying his ship to push out from the dock. The gentle rocking of the ship brought a small smile to his lips as he began pulling the sails down and tying them off. Living on a ship really had proved itself to be useful in more than one way. No, it wasn't mounted to the ground, nor did it have four walls, yet, that didn't mean it wasn't a home. ★ Aaah, first time posting in forever.
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Post by Junko Ishibashi on Oct 23, 2013 15:23:56 GMT -6
Things kept moving along, as things tended to do. Between school and her job at the library, Junko was kept fairly busy, but she still had time for odd excursion and the like. Of course, sometimes it was better just to keep closer to home, as it were, and there was something intrinsically familiar about the docks. Maybe it was just the fact that she was used to dealing with sailors, and the smell of freshly-caught fish and the ocean. It was different, and yet, in many ways, the same. And speaking of familiar things... She quickened her pace a bit as her eyes fell upon a familiar vessel. "Donovan, hello." It looked like he was casting off for the day, but it wouldn't hurt to say hello, at least. "Are you setting off for today?" Hopefully the beastman wouldn't mind the introduction, but, then again, if Donovan found her presence disagreeable, they wouldn't have spent that chunk of that afternoon together. It did occur to her that pretty much everyone in her family would probably disapprove, largely based upon the beastman's appearance and demeanor. That did not cause a sting of shame, but a small, satisfied smile. Independence was a wondrous thing, indeed. ★ Donovan.
★ Post more forevers. Also short post because I totally have reasons.
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Post by Donovan Durden on Oct 24, 2013 12:33:21 GMT -6
The sound of a familiar voice reached Donovan's ears. Ears twitching, he turned, his gaze falling upon the small figured, black haired girl known as Junko. He sighed a bit, once again as he forgot to wear a hat. However, his ears and tail didn't seem to bother Junko, so he supposed that it didn't matter too terribly much. Tilting his neck from side to side, the tiniest of smiles peeked from the corner of his lips, and was gone almost as quickly as it came. Tying down one of the large sail ropes to a mast, he nodded, resting a hand on his hip once the knot was secure. "I was thinking about shipping out to do a bit of fishing, yeah," he said, looking the young female over. He shut his eyes momentarily, leaning against the mast he'd just been tying off. A slightly dizzy feeling swirled around his head, momentarily. Clearing his throat, he took a few deep breaths before pushing himself back up and opening his eyes once more. Again, he turned his attention to Junko, positive that she'd be wondering exactly what had just happened. Maybe he'd be able to easily brush it off. Donovan reached into his pocket, pulling out a crinkled pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out and placed it between his lips before lighting the end. Light gray streams of smoke rose upwards towards the sky, disappearing into the air. As he took a deep drag, the beastman pocketed the pack, looking down briefly. "Do you want to join me?"★ Post until the end of time. Donovan's so stealthy.
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Post by Junko Ishibashi on Oct 24, 2013 21:14:04 GMT -6
A tilt of the head and a furrowing of the brow betrayed some of Junko's concern, Donovan's attempt at deflection apparently not wholly successful. Arguably an odd thing to focus on, what with a near-stranger asking to potentially isolate her from the rest of civilization, but it remained. Maybe she was just too trusting. "Do you feel sick, Donovan?" Even if it was only a spell of lightheadedness or something like that, it still didn't hurt to ask. Ignoring the fact that she definitely would get chewed out by her family - and likely her teachers - if they caught wind of it, Junko stepped onto the boat, doing her best to ignore the smell of tobacco. "You look a little..." Junko trailed off, but there wasn't much of a need to finish her sentence. It wasn't that he looked feverish, or anything like that. It was just... something seemed a little off about him. New acquaintance or no, Junko reserved the right to be worried. If Donovan found that a little weird, he would just have to deal with it. If he could wave it off, that was fine, but once worry found its way into one's heart, it was difficult to dislodge. And, thus, Junko continued to give Donovan a well-meant but still somewhat inquisitorial stare. No, Donovan would not be slipping out of this so easily. ★ Donovan.
★ Just as long as Junko doesn't have to throw him overboard.
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Post by Donovan Durden on Oct 29, 2013 6:51:20 GMT -6
Golden eyes flicked towards the female as her question rang through his ears. In an attempt to gain some circulation, Donovan flexed his fingers up and down, trying to keep his hands from falling asleep. That was really the last thing that he needed before shipping out. Clearing his throat, he nodded. "Nah," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I, uh, I get these migraines, and they cause dizziness and whatnot."The beastman removed his fingers from his nose, nodding his head slightly. It wasn't entirely untrue. He did get killer migraines, and they did have some gnarly side effects. His migraines, (aside from the high he liked feeling) were part of the reason he partook in the usage of drugs. "I'll be fine. Just need to walk it off."Donovan tilted his neck from side to side, brows furrowing a bit. He wasn't used to people being worried about him. The concept of someone, especially someone he didn't know too terribly well being worried about him without fully knowing the cause was a foreign concept to him. "You don't have to be so worried. Why are you looking at me like that?" ★ Sorry for the late reply. Had a really busy weekend and was tied up pretty much the entire time. And she can't throw him overboard his own ship. That wouldn't be pleasant, I don't think.
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Post by Junko Ishibashi on Oct 29, 2013 16:08:58 GMT -6
So it wasn't anything too serious. Donovan's explanation appeared to have been bought, as Junko's expression relaxed almost immediately. "I was not too worried. It would be bad if you fell over in the middle of the ocean." It was a reasonable explanation,s he thought. If he had sailed out and was actually fairly sick, there could be dire consequences. Being swept out to sea in a small vessel such as his could prove disastrous. Her head tilted slightly, and she failed to suppress an amused smile. "Sorry," Where most of her apologies sounded genuine, this one was less so, and it seemed she was having some fun at Donovan's expense. Maybe there was actually something to Donovan's tough-guy act, but Junko found more humour than intimidation in it thus far. Apparently satisfied with Donovan's explanation, Junko paused to consider what else Donovan had said. "I am pretty much finished for the day, so I could go with you." She may need to find a spot to do some homework, but keeping out of the way was easy enough. "I do not know if I would be much help. I don't know much about doing sailing or fishing." She knew a lot of theory. A surprising amount of theory, really, but none of that really did much in practice. She wasn't physically strong, either, but she was sure she could help out somehow. "You shouldn't feel pressured to take me with you, Donovan. I don't think I will be very helpful." It was an honest assessment, though Junko did not sound ashamed about it. Donovan was, after all, the professional fisherman here. His experience, no matter how brief, far outstripped hers. ★ Donovan.
★ But then Junko could commandeer the ship and become a dread pirate. Terror o' the seas. Still short posts because exams.
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Post by Donovan Durden on Oct 30, 2013 20:58:34 GMT -6
Donovan swallowed hard, relief washing over him internally. Junko seemed like a really nice girl, and the last thing he wanted was for her to get tangled up in his shit storm. He was perfectly fine sailing through the stormy waters o his difficult life on his own. Besides, it wasn't as if everything he'd said was untrue. There was nothing wrong with telling a white lie about something every once in a while. A white lie is still a lie, sure. But was people don't know won't hurt them. "Eh, you wouldn't have had to worry about me falling into the ocean. But if I did, I guess you'd be responsible for pulling me back up on board. Either that, or you could just take over my ship and leave me to die in the cold murky waters." A grin danced across the beastman's features as the preposterous thought came to mind. With a shrug of his shoulders, Donovan shook his head a bit. "Don't worry about it," he said. "I don't feel pressured to take you with me. If I didn't want you to come along, I would have told you earlier, so there's no need to be worried about anything. I can teach you how to fish, and if you pick up on it easily enough, then you'll be helpful. So see? Nothing to worry about." ★ But Donovan doesn't want his ship taken over. I don't think he'd appreciate that. And no worries, dear. I understand.
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Post by Junko Ishibashi on Oct 31, 2013 15:46:05 GMT -6
If Junko had been a thin-skinned young woman, she may have taken some offense at Donovan's words. As it was, though, it elicited a small laugh. "It is a nice ship. I am sure I could make use of it." Amusement danced in her eyes for a moment. The thought of leaving the beastman to die and commandeering his vessel was an offensive and alien one, if taken seriously, but that was far from the case. Though she knew of some people who would be challenging Donovan to a duel right about now, to avenge their wounded honour. Some people needed to lighten up. "Jaa... if it is not trouble, I will go with you." She nodded to herself after a moment's contemplation. There was a chance that things would go horrifically wrong. For better or for worse, however, she held some trust in Donovan. That was good enough for her. If it blew up in her face, she would just have to accept the consequences. "So, what can I do to help?"★ Donovan.
★ B-But Dread Pirate Junko... She already almost has an eyepatch.
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Post by Donovan Durden on Nov 1, 2013 12:53:46 GMT -6
Donovan knew that his choice of words weren't always the best. His mouth had gotten him into more trouble than he could recount. If people couldn't handle him the way that he was, there was no reason for people to be hanging around him in the first place. Harsh or not, Donovan didn't feel the need to keep from speaking his mind, whatever the opinion may be. Junko didn't seem to be terribly offended by his big mouth, so he supposed that that was a plus in some way or another. "Already said that it wouldn't be trouble," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Chewing on his bottom lip, the beastman looked around, looking for something for the female to do. Most of the heavy duty work had already been done, never mind the fact, that he wouldn't make her do anything like that, anyway. Leaning down, Donovan picked up a bucket and a tackle box. "Squeamish? If not, put bait on these hooks, will you while I finish tying stuff down?" ★ How about they both become pirates and terrorize everyone? Sorry for the short reply, my brain kinda sucks right now.
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Post by Junko Ishibashi on Nov 4, 2013 15:30:51 GMT -6
"I have worked with raw fish before." Bait was a little bit different, yes, but she was determined, for whatever reason, to be helpful. The smell was a bit repulsive, and the texture strange, but she could do it. She brushed her hair back and out of the way, more concerned with keeping it free of bait than hiding her face at this point. It wasn't as though she could really keep it a secret, but it was just more... comfortable to keep it concealed, if only slightly. If Donovan asked a question about it, well, she supposed she trusted him enough to give an incomplete answer. Only one way to find out, though. She set about working at baiting the hooks, paying careful attention to the task. It wasn't difficult, but it was tedious, and it needed doing. She got a rhythm going, and nodded to herself. "Have you been a fisherman long, Donovan?" They weren't especially mentally demanding tasks, so some small-talk would be good to pass the time. ★ Donovan.
★ Only if Donovan swabs the decks. And fix your brain, Roni. Also short posts, go~!
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