Monkey D. Luffy (
gomu_ningen) wrote in
towerofanimus2013-02-15 04:34 pm
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A Rude Awakening..
Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, the tennats of room 2-06, and you!
Setting: Part 1: Room 2-06 during the morning after Valentine's Day, Part 2: The cafeteria
Format: Action Brackets!!
Summary: First part is Luffy is waking up and discovering his current whereabouts, the second half is Luffy doing what he does best
Warnings: Hilarious-ness?
Part 1:
[It had been a good rest, or at least it felt like one. As his eyes slowly opened, Luffy sat up and rubbed the sleep from his view. It took a moment or two to kick in that he wasn't where he remembered falling asleep, but this kind of thing had happened before.
Noticing that there were three other beds, Luffy got to his feet and buzz-lined over to each of them. Taking hold of whomever may be trying to rest, the young pirate shook them in order to wake them abruptly.]
"HEY! ZORO! USOPP! SANJI! WAKE UP!!"
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Part 2:
[With what little information he had been given, he had miraculously found the cafeteria. Not the best with navigating, Luffy cried out with joy and awe as he rushed into the mess hall with high hopes.
Lines didn't seem to concern him, simply walking up to the front and grabbing whatever portions of oatmeal he could get into his arms. There's quite a ruckus in the proceeding, a bit of barking on Luffy's end as he argues with the chefs lack of meat at the present time. Satisfied in the short term with his haul, he made his way to the closest seat and began to gorge himself on the nurishing gruel. He isn't the most plesant site to see while he eats, but there is something comical about how frantic he eats. He'll ocassionally look up at those who pass by, nodding his head in greeting.
Every once in a while, his arm will unnaturally stretch out and snag a bowl of oatmeal from across the room. He thieves the oatmeal in timed grabs, watching the kitchen staff carefully to make sure they don't see him. For everyone else in the cafeteria, he doesn't seem to give any sort of care.]
Setting: Part 1: Room 2-06 during the morning after Valentine's Day, Part 2: The cafeteria
Format: Action Brackets!!
Summary: First part is Luffy is waking up and discovering his current whereabouts, the second half is Luffy doing what he does best
Warnings: Hilarious-ness?
Part 1:
[It had been a good rest, or at least it felt like one. As his eyes slowly opened, Luffy sat up and rubbed the sleep from his view. It took a moment or two to kick in that he wasn't where he remembered falling asleep, but this kind of thing had happened before.
Noticing that there were three other beds, Luffy got to his feet and buzz-lined over to each of them. Taking hold of whomever may be trying to rest, the young pirate shook them in order to wake them abruptly.]
"HEY! ZORO! USOPP! SANJI! WAKE UP!!"
- - - - - -
Part 2:
[With what little information he had been given, he had miraculously found the cafeteria. Not the best with navigating, Luffy cried out with joy and awe as he rushed into the mess hall with high hopes.
Lines didn't seem to concern him, simply walking up to the front and grabbing whatever portions of oatmeal he could get into his arms. There's quite a ruckus in the proceeding, a bit of barking on Luffy's end as he argues with the chefs lack of meat at the present time. Satisfied in the short term with his haul, he made his way to the closest seat and began to gorge himself on the nurishing gruel. He isn't the most plesant site to see while he eats, but there is something comical about how frantic he eats. He'll ocassionally look up at those who pass by, nodding his head in greeting.
Every once in a while, his arm will unnaturally stretch out and snag a bowl of oatmeal from across the room. He thieves the oatmeal in timed grabs, watching the kitchen staff carefully to make sure they don't see him. For everyone else in the cafeteria, he doesn't seem to give any sort of care.]

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[Luffy turned and ran towards the furthest wall from where they stood, his arm extending out behind him like a long rubber band.]
"GOMU GOMU NO~ PISTOL!"
[As the arm swung back in front of him with a snap, his hand met the wall with a loud and echoing thud. He immediately dropped to the ground, his arm still extended out. He lay there clutching his hand in pain, as if he had never met with such a sensation before.]
"OWOWOWOWOWOWOW! WHAT THE HELL?!"
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He winced when the boy fell to the ground and knelt next to him.] Are you alright?
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"I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS! GOMU-GOMU NO~..."
[His hands clench into fists with an audible crack, the arms snapping back toward the wall with a thundering blast of flesh against unbreakable material.]
"BAZOOK-AH!! GAHH!!"
[He falls back again, clutching either hand under his armpits in pain. Seconds pass before he is up on his feet again, grunting in pain as his fists now began to bruise and swell a deep, red hue.]
"UUUUAAAAAGHHH!"
[Like shells flying out of an machine gun, his arms whip towards the wall at a speed which rivals the fastest bullet. Small smears of red begin to show on the wall as Luffy continued to punch with all of his might.]
"LET.. ME.. OUT!! I HAVE.. HAVE TO SAVE.. MY FRIENDS!!"
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And now there was blood.] Stop it. [Suzaku usually isn't one for touching people, especially without warning but Luffy doesn't seem to be listening, he grabs his arms and tries to hold him back.] They wont break.
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It takes a great deal of force to stop his arms, but after a few moments his rubber limbs drop to the floor, battered and bleeding out from the exposed knuckles.]
"*huff* *huff* We won't know that.. *huff* until we try!! I've got friends that.. *huff* need me!!"
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"Nothing is unbreakable! There's got to be a way out!"
[Drawing in a deep breath, Luffy raises his hands to his eye level, looking them over before turning his grimmace into a deep and dis-satisfied frown.]
"My nakama.. I HAVE to get back to them.."
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"Food.. I need food!"
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"I'm better than this.."
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"Yeah.. Sure.."
[He clasps his hands together, wincing as the air itself stung his open wounds.]
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"How long'd it take you then?"
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[He says it as if it were an absolute answer to everything. Confident, sure, and determined.]
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[His fists tighten, blood dripping on to the floor of the elevator.] "And you..?"
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