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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"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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"You can call me Suzaku if that's easier."
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[I've got nothing on this one. It'll take him some time to get the pronunciation right. Just give it some time.]
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[His face goes blank, as if the name itself was causing his brain to go into overload.]
"What does "Suzaku" mean?"
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