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silverwolfcc) wrote2012-08-27 10:16 pm
silverwolfcc) wrote2012-08-27 10:16 pm
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CHAOS THREAD. DRABBLE TIME!!!
Here's how it works:
I give a prompt, people reply with drabbles filling the prompt and then prompt someone new at the end.
I'll probably write One Piece, but you can ask for other fandoms/things just realize they might be harder to fill. If you ask for RP-centric ones that I know I'll try to fill those easier than fandom ;) THIS CAN BE SHOWN TO ANYONE AND LINKED ALL OVER AND HAVE OTHERS JOIN IN.
SO. Keep that in mind and if you're gonna write anything over PG-13, mark it up top \o/That way I know what to read j/k or am I
First Prompt:
Cold rain
I give a prompt, people reply with drabbles filling the prompt and then prompt someone new at the end.
I'll probably write One Piece, but you can ask for other fandoms/things just realize they might be harder to fill. If you ask for RP-centric ones that I know I'll try to fill those easier than fandom ;) THIS CAN BE SHOWN TO ANYONE AND LINKED ALL OVER AND HAVE OTHERS JOIN IN.
SO. Keep that in mind and if you're gonna write anything over PG-13, mark it up top \o/
First Prompt:
Cold rain
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Bastards.
All of them.
Especially the rubber ones.
Smoker cupped his hand over the cigar and lit it, then took a deep breath and looked up at the rain falling that he could barely see in the gathering night.
He hated rain. Especially cold rain. Especially cold rain that fell and formed ice in the cobblestones of the street that was hard to see on a dark night and if anyone had seen him fall ass over jutte they hadn't said anything. He'd hear the rumors about it though. The squeaky nose giggles. Damn squeaky nose giggles. He couldn't fault the men for having a sense of humor, though, inasmuch as he wanted to.
"Sir?" Tashigi poked her head out of the inn window, resting her arms on the frame. "Are you all right?"
"What kind of stupid question is that?" And he turned his face up to the rain because if he didn't cool the heat in his face it would look like he was blushing which he was damn well not.
"It's okay. I fall all the time. It only hurts your pride if you let it."
He'd like to have a retort. It would make him feel better. But as much of a ditz as she could be, when she was right, she was right. Still...
"I'll be back later." He shoved his hands into his pockets and started through the streets, carefully this time. Someone had to be doing something wrong in this beat up old town and Smoker intended to find them and arrest the hell out of them.
The rain kept falling in a gentle hush like it was laughing at him and he could have sworn he heard another laugh, just as quiet, from the direction of the inn but when he looked back, no one was there and the window was closed.
Smoker shook his head and went back on his way, slipping only once and where no one could even see.
Second Prompt:
Heart
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It wasn't strength, not yet, she still had a very long way to go. But it was a lot of heart. And that was more he could say in her favor than for him.
She had a strong heart, and so when he heard about the civilians around G-5 and how they went to her to plead their case, he wasn't surprised. She might not be able to fight the kind of pirates he and Vergo did yet, but in some ways she could do a lot more than him. Just from heart, and that would keep her strong long after his strength was sapped away from age or death. Now if only she had the brains to realize it.
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Eyes
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In any case, Kuina knew. She always did. Even if they were careful. Even if it had been in the bath. And one of the older boys had said she was a shadow demon, just as a tease, and the next day Kuina had lifted her eyes from her rice bowl and pinned him with a stare that could have nailed a fly down dead at thirty paces. He'd had an upset stomach for a week afterwards and didn't whisper again.
"She knows," they told the new kid. The weird new kid. All dirty feet and granite expression and green hair who'd frowned so severely at the shinai in his hands that they were surprised the bamboo didn't split just from the force of it. "She always knows," they'd said. "So don't say anything stupid..." and then looking at him added under their collective breaths: "If you can help it."
"Of course she knows," he'd said. "She expects it. Doesn't matter what you say. So might as well say it to her."
So the next day when he promptly told Kuina that she had chicken legs and had matched her stare for stare, the boys whispered and buzzed and fights broke out over whether this kid was that brave or had that much of a death wish.
Either way, they knew they were outmatched and could only sit back and watch. It wasn't long before they learned to enjoy the show.
prompt
tea
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Coby and Helmeppo clung to each other as the ship tossed about in stormy waters.
The pirates were trying to escape the madman and his tea crazed fits when suddenly the marine's narcolepsy too over.
"Now what?!" Helmeppo shuddered in the storm, staring dumbfounded at his insane commander.
Bogart was there in an instant funneling tea into the sleeping man's mouth. This seemed to instantly power Garp up so he chucked the giant chained cannonball in front of the pirate ship to stop it.
"Now we go capture them," Coby tried to brace his own shaking knees. "Right Vice Admiral?"
Garp was sleeping again already.
"AGAIN!?" Coby and Helmeppo cried in exaserpation.
"No," Bogart shook his head as the other marines set about to bring their dog-headed ship closer. "He never woke up. Threw it still asleep."
"WHAT?!?!"
Ah, the power of tea. Coby promised never to doubt his captain again when Garp explained why tea was so amazing. Even if it did seem to only work on him.
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Pyromania
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Asking her who she is hasn't gotten anything out of her except for scared expressions. Marco wonders if there's anything that will get a reaction out of her other than fear. With an internal sigh, he kneels on the ground and transforms part of his arm to a wing, letting flicker and sparkle with flame.
Wide eyes to wider and for a moment, the girl is transfixed. Then, slowly, she holds out her own arm. Fading bruises are quickly covered with orange flames as she burns-notburns-burns. Shock and grief ripple down his spine as he watches. He's seen that flame before, and he watched it get extinguished three years ago.
"What's your name?" he asks the girl again. This time, she has an answer. "Was that your house, Hotaru? What happened?"
"Bad people came. I stole some of their food when they talked to Mama. Mama went to town for a few days after that, so I ate all their food but I think some went bad. It didn't taste good and the house did that after I ate it." She turns to look at the blaze. "It's pretty."
"Yeah..." Marco says quietly, not really meaning it. It's not pretty. It's raging and terrible and connected to the wrong person. "It is."
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prompt: betting pools
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Come on. Come onn!
Her spirits lifted as the horse made the final stretch, then dropped like a stone as The Generalissimo passed her, pulling into first and the prize. A hundred thousand, all gone. Nami remained standing straight, carefully, her fingers clutching the pint of beer that was only half gone.
"Lost another one, did you?" Arlong said, coming to her side, looking over her, his blue eyes sharp and missing nothing. Of all the card sharks that she'd met he was the one most like the name. Rutheless, brutal, could sense blood, or a bluff, a mile away, and held her massive debt over her head like a ten ton fist. It was a bad idea to owe a debt to his gang. A very bad idea.
"Maybe you should stop gambling, girlie and make an honest living." He laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulder like she was some kind of armchair girlfriend.
"Hands off, Arlong," Nami said, voice as rigid as she could make it while inside she wanted to scream in frustration, cry, go back in time and shake herself out of ever making that stupid stupid bet. He grinned and squeezed just a little, to let her know who was boss, before letting go.
"We need you bright and early tomorrow, babe. We got some high rollers coming in. I need you to cheat them out of every single penny with that cute smile of yours," he said, pinching her cheek. She batted his hand away.
"I know my job," she said. She knew it. And she hated it. And damn that Buttercup anyway. Nami took a long swallow of the beer, letting it fill her. She never liked horses to begin with.
prompt
never get away
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Vista would make their betting pools official if it needed, and Namur would help stash the berri where no one else could reach it. They had a system, they had it down to an art, with everyone learning a little more each and every time.
The only person banned from them was Marco.
Without fail he always found a way to cheat. No one knew how he did it, and it certainly wasn't uncanny predictions. Some of the ways he cheated were exceedingly obvious, he didn't even bother to hide it! Just skewed the results however he wanted and then smirked as he told them all to pay up.
He wasn't allowed to be anymore, but they still made a lot of bets on him. Especially since even if he did find out they were betting on him, it was fun to see if he would purposely pretend to play favorites. He never did though, just tried to do something none of them could predict. So they all started betting on that, and those got more and more ridiculous.
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Prompt: [Shakespeare] in the Park // (can be Shakespeare or something made up for OP world :P Anything with plays outdoors)
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She folded her glasses and set them aside, rubbing her sleep stung eyes and listened to the silence. The pressing silence of a hundred still hearts. Whispered rasping stories that defied perception. It was so still, she could hear him coming in quick measured steps as he came down the stairs. Hurrying now...and then, a more stately walk. She couldn't help but smile a little.
There was a knock on the door, all measures of polite.
"Come in," she said, pulling on her coat and flipping her hair over it. Then she pulled on her black gloves, smile widening a fraction as the door opened and he stood there, impossibly English, impossibly tall and bone thin. If he turned sideways she was sure he'd wink out of existence.
"Good evening, madame," he said with a flourishing bow. "May I see your panties?"
"Only if I can blind you after," Robin said, turning off the light. Backlit only by the light from the hall, Mr. Brook, all in black, looked faintly skeletal himself. A premonition.
"It's a tempting offer, Miss Robin. But sadly, without my eyes, I won't be able to see this night's production." He moved away so she could lock the door behind them and then held out his arm. She took it, feeling like a lady out of one of those silly period pieces where romance was always just on the horizon if the coquettish young ladies could only look over their fans.
"And what is the production tonight?" she asked as they made their way up the stairs.
"I believe it's a rendition of Much Ado About Nothing."
"Does it have death, meyhem and rioting in the streets?"
"Nothing so grave as that. It's somewhat a romantic comedy," he said as they emerged into the chilly September air. Robin wrapped her arm more securely around Mr. Brook's thin arm for both their comforts. She hoped the actor's costumes were well insulated or there would be very much to be ado about as they quietly froze to death.
"Pity." She had never been one for those. Who needed romance when there--was something else. Some sense of glorious purpose waiting--though she hadn't been able to figure out yet what it was.
"Mr. Brook," she said as they went into the parking garage, the sound of their footsteps echoing. "Do you ever get the feeling you're waiting for something?"
"Yes, Miss Robin. Sometimes I can be doing nothing much at all, hanging a dress, playing a tune and then I think--there is something missing. The only time it doesn't trouble me is when I'm sleeping. "
"But in such sleep...what dreams may come?" she said with a smile. He chuckled.
"Indeed, Miss Robin. Indeed."
Prompt:
Revenge
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A pillow hit the side of his face.
"Franky, shut up!"
"I'm still sleeping here."
"Is it morning already?"
"Yeah," Franky opened his eyes, that rocking tempo still coursing through his veins and smiles. "Today's gonna be a super day."
"Worst. Alarm Clock. Ever," Zoro grumbled as he turned over in his hammock. Brooke let loose his characteristic laugh while Franky climbed out of the men's bunk to add fresh air to the electric symphony that was life.
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Sorry, that's kind of a weird one. LOL
Prompt: Notes on blue paper
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Ace had wrote a little poem
And Marco just laughed, alas
So when Ace rewrote the thing
Marco found it on his ass.
We're the Whitebeard Crew Yoho
We dance and drink and get home quick
And if you want to sail with us
Come ride our Moby Dick
Pops had a little bird
Who always had his way
But when he tried to flirt with girls
They said:
Oh dear we thought you were g--"
Marco slapped the journal closed. That firey bastard was going to get it where it hurt.
prompt
stunning view