This is the main lobby where new recruits and other Marines can register and sit about to chat. There are many attendants set about that prove to be quite helpful for anyone who may be lost or need help getting around, more specifically the newbies. Drink machines, long sofa like seats, and various entertainment rooms sit about this area. You'll usually find most of the younger Marines here wasting their time until they are called out for missions.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2017 3:19 pm
It was not long after he left the garden that he began to regret his words towards the random blonde. "I let my anger get the best of me." He shook his head as he walked through the main lobby of the Marine HQ. This was the whole reason he began to turn towards cybernetics. He felt he was becoming.. too human. For a chameleon, this was a bit of a travesty. He needed to be the pioneer for his people. For all the lizardfolk out there that wanted to be better than the humans and the other animals. It was supposed to be Cameron that lead his people into a higher position in the world. Even if he was to make himself mostly robotic, he would be that Chameleon. The Chameleon that started it all.
"Excuse me!"
The words came from left field. The little lizard peered to his side to see a female staring down at him. She spoke quickly and with a strange skepticism. Cameron's eyes then shifted to a box that was apparently labeled for him. Next to it was another, labeled for someone else. With a shrug, the little lizard made his way over and peered up at the package. "How am I supposed to bring this anywhere?" Both of his gloved hands smashed against the side of the box in an attempt to push it. "HHNNNNNGGG!!!" You could hear the struggle slip from his lips as he tried his hardest to move it at least a little bit. Sadly, it was to no avail. His shoes continually scraped against the ground as kept on trying to move the box. Stopping for but a moment, he would leave his hands against the box as his head dropped downward. Heavy breaths followed each other as his stomach heaved through his weariness. "This.. this is karma I bet." Once more he would apply pressure against this box of demons. Beads of sweat dripped down from his scalp and splashed onto the floor beside him. He would do this. He would bring this box all the way to where it came from and complete this mission. "Phew!" He had this. Cameron's entire right arm was pressed against the box now. His left leg pressed his foot against the ground as he put his entire body into his next push. The little lizard's eyes shut in desperation as he tried and tried. "!!!" Those shut eyes flew open jumped away from the box all of the sudden. He looked around in glee, trying to find someone nearby. "Did you see that?" He pointed towards the box with pure happiness, despite not seeing anyone around. "It moved!" His body hopped up once more, but this time straight up.
This chameleon was ecstatic! Arms popped outwards on each side of him as if he was moving to hug someone smaller than him. However, there was nobody there and his eyes would go left before going right to the opposite side. Moving in unison with those eyes was his body. First to the left and then the right, it was almost as if he was literally looking for someone to hug right now. Yet, he wasn't. Just as he finished looking to the right, his arms would rise up and form two fists that would extend outward in front of him before being slammed down on each side of his waist. This motion only came twice, as it had to halt in order to make room for the next portion. On the third rise of his arms, they were not slammed down again, but instead reeled back as if he was elbowing someone directly behind him. Three quick elbows before the two chameleon arms extend all the way out once more. Three more quick elbows and his arms would then shift into an even newer position. The little lizard palms went face down, almost as if he was lifting himself from two ledges. A seesaw motion in his arms occurred as he rotated his body around while also stomping his right foot against the ground. Then, once he returned to facing the position he started in, his upper body quickly turned around in order to view the box. Arms were up in the air again, but his smile was large. "I did it!" The box did not move at all.
It was kind of a frustrating departure, but he didn't have much else to do what with how quiet the Seas were. His tiny steps simply carried him away from the Garden and toward the lush scenery of the Main Lobby. "Man ... I need to go do sumtin y'know ..." He spoke to himself as his Den Den Mushi began to sound off. She lifted the small snail to his ear as a person on the opposing end began to speak. He got kind of bored after the first minute, but they seemed to be wrapping it up. He disconnected the snail and thought back over the message. He was supposed to go to Centaurea with Jiminy Cricket. Errrgh, Cammy. He kinda didn't want to see the guy after what went down in the Garden. Negative vibes made him feel kind of icky. Still an order was an order. Merlin had made his way over to the boxes, looking down on the small Chameleon as he attempted to move it. Where was Merlin you asked? Sitting on a door way and watching the small beastie struggle to move a tiny package.
In all fairness, moving something that probably weighed more than him would be nearly impossible. If he was smart about it he would have found some kind of levy to support the weight he himself could not alter. Friction, stopped the box from moving, the amount of pressure being applied to its side did not disturb the box. If he tilted the box to remove the friction, it would slide right along. Like using a dolly. His now blue eyes would stare blankly a bit before sharpening, his pupil dilated zooming in toward the box. The small creature seemed excited about something. Did you see that? Like a hawk he recalled the events that had just taken place. No, he couldn't say he saw anything other than a tirade of struggle. Was it Merlin's own arrogance that caused him to look down on this creature. It seemed like such a sad thing to do. Demean him, belittle his efforts. In its own way, this was beautiful. The meaningless hard work that people put into their own lives. The box did not move, if it had Merlin was sure he would have seen it. Would it not be best to go down and simply aid him. No, Cammy had a lot of pride inside of him. He kinda lashed out at King for his comments on his looks. Mean as it was, the backlash only rang of vanity. He was a small guy, like Merlin but more so. Merlin didn't have all of his memories, but he remembered what it felt like to prove yourself in a sea of giants. Being young came with detriments, people not taking you seriously. These feelings in his chest, unattached for they had no memories to accompany them. Still, he grasped the cloth over his heart. His blue eyes shifting to gold, he would leap from his perch atop a door way and land on the ground. A scuff of dust billowed around him as he approached Cameron and the two boxes.
On his way over he broke off a generously sturdy branch, spinning the thing before sticking it near the box that Cameron stood on. "Hey duder" Merlin would emit a greeting before walking over to the box labeled from him. He gripped it on one of its edges and hoisted the thing into the air. Easy, like no effort at all. Showing off? No, this was a common thing that most people could do. However, with Cameron being a little smaller he would have to think a lot harder when moving something. Brute force was not his forte', so why bother trying to be a brute. Didn't make sense, but the trouble came with telling them that or not. "Work smart, not hard. Doesn't matter how hard you work if it gets done correctly y'know." The free hand not holding the box would tap his own head, right around the temple area. Surely someone so small had difficulties moving things before. If they wanted to stay on edge so be it or whatever, but if they were going to excel. It was time to be smart, as smart as Merlin was impossible. But Intelligence always had disciples.
Vemix
Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2017 8:01 pm
"HNNNGGGUH" Back at it again.The little chameleon was throwing his entire body at the box again when he heard a familiar voice. "Merlin? Hey.." He supposed the proper way to greet back was to use the same phrase. "..duder." His body smashed up against the package once more as he attempted to push it again. This was a lot more difficult than he thought it would be. Why would someone even do this to him? They knew enough about him to get his attention. 'My picture was even left for them. Whoever took it or even acquired it must have known this box was far too large for me.' The little lizard thought to him self for a moment as he pondered just how he was to complete this mission. Looking over at his newest friend, he could only hope to one day achieve the ability to easily manipulate things such as weight. Merlin must be proud. Or perhaps he did not even know how lucky he was to never have to deal with things such as this.
'Work smart, not hard.' Merlin's word repeated in his head. There was definitely a smarter way to do this, but what was it? Looking around, the little green guy could not find anything with wheels. How else was he supposed to push this box along? Would he get credit if he had someone else carry it for him? Probably, but the only person around was Merlin and, for some reason, Cameron doubted that the kid would help him that much. This left the little chameleon only one option. "Hold on one second." Stepping out of the room for a moment, the little lizard left the building and began to look around. After a couple of moments, he found what he was looking for. There was a person just sitting on a nearby bench with a skateboard resting just at arms reach. Quick witted words would allow the small chameleon to borrow the vehicle, though only after a lot of confused looks. Puppy dogs eyes would also gain him a worker to place the box atop the skateboard. A small promise to bring it back and Cameron was on the way to success. "Let's go Merl!" Stepping under the four wheeler, the chameleon was able to push along the box that sat on top of it. Although he moved slowly, he was moving much faster than he was before.
Curioser and curioser. How he was adamant about his strength, even though he had none. No tea no shade, but the tiny thing barely cast a shadow. Stop pushing it. The return of the word he spoke caused an uplifting eyebrow. Well, he could not tell Cammy everything. All he would do in this time is watch. Holding his package in a single hand like a pizza pie. Another push, another grunt and a failure listed into marks against him. Merlin found himself smiling, wasn't this beautiful. Effort and hard work, he had mocked it earlier in his mind. Alas, the ability for one to gather information and change right before his own eyes. This was what he liked the most about this world. The small chameleon was evolving right before his eyes.
Waiting for the small lizard to step away, Merlin would rest his free right hand atop Cammy's package. Wiggling it a bit back and forth to test its weight. Generally speaking it was about the same weight as his. Probably weighed a bit less, maybe they though Cammy was larger than his picture portrayed. Of course animals tended to range in sizes. Even the other animal like marines were a bit larger than their less intelligent counterparts. Riven paused for a moment and looked around the room for parts. Like a computer he had begun to tear things apart within the recessed of his mind. The build of a simple dolly cart. In fact, the only thing he was missing were small wheels that fit into Cameron's size pool. In fact, there weren't any wheels in here at all. Merlin stood, sitting his box back down as he wandered around a bit. Stopping when he heard the small Chameleon return with a guest. Merlin sprawled out on a table, measuring its length with his hands before he noticed the skateboard. Ah! Skateboard wheels, those would be perfect for the dolly. "Uh ..." Well, he got someone else to lift the box onto the board for him, and used the skateboard to remove friction.
This did not account for hoisting the box onto his boat, who would lift it for him? Who was going to lift the skateboard as well, seeing as Cameron could not. There was no doubt in Merlin's small mind that Cameron had worked easy. Though that was not the advice Riven gave. He told him to work smart, this was arrogant but nor very intelligent. He smiled, well there was only one way for Cameron to learn the error of his ways. When he ran into troubles with the box and the skate board. Merlin scrambled off of the table top and dashed for his own box. He scooped the thing up, tying a bit of string he had found around the thing and used it to hold the package behind his back. He looked down at the moving skate board, unable to see Cammy beneath it and chuckled. "You're so resourceful, I'm sure you'll have that new body in no time y'know." He giggles grew a little louder, his blue eyes turning a milky white. Swiftly shading back to blue, pesky light always messing with his eyes. To Centaurea then.
[Exit]
Vemix
Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 2:35 am
Kasiun would enter the lobby still bleeding a little bit from his encounter with that pirate. Looking around for a moment before he was alerted to someone calling to him. Turning he noticed someone at the front desk with a box that seemed to have his name on it. It was one of the few things he could actually read as it was. Kasiun went up to the box, soon after the lady behind the desk spoke explaining to Kasiun what his job would be. He was specifically asked to deliver this box somewhere? Well...since that was the case why not? Kasiun would grab the box in his mouth carefully and take it away heading to the location he was informed he needed to go.
Sakura sat leaning up against a statue reading a book that he recently got from the library. The book was very interesting, and he wanted to finish it. He had been so busy lately that never got the chance to actually sit down and read it. Sakura just recently came back from his combat training. A week ago to be exact and he had not talked to anyone outside of his units squad. Which frustrated him. The marines were like that. Sakura would be out there right now socializing with others, but he made a commitment to himself. Sakura had to finish the book before he would do anything else. The boy read the book slowly trying to soak up all the information that was in the book. The book itself was old and tattered some of the pages seem to have been stained by coffee or by some other type of liquids that made the pages stick together. Sakura didn't mind this for it didn't matter. What mattered to him was what was on the sticky pages. Every once in awhile Sakura would hear other marines walking by. Talking at the food stands so he would look up to see their faces. Thinking then go back to his reading. After awhile Sakura closed his book and closed his eyes and began to lean up against the fountain.
Sakura eyes started to feel heavy after a period of time. Sakura had been at the marines headquarters. At this point Sakura had been very exhausted. He had to wake up early today so that he could train his fighting at the headquarters. He did have a chance to ride the bus, but he didn't think that it would be beneficial to him since he wanted to become better at fighting. The route that he took every day to his marine unit would most defiantly do that. The road that he took consisted of hilly roads, steep dips, small ramps big bends, and multiple railings that he plans on using daily to polish his skills. Once he mastered that fighting he would go find a much harder and longer route to take to headquarters. Sakura would continue to do this to the point where he becomes efficient enough to take a different route each day that would revolve around one specific skill. As you can tell Sakura tried his best to maximize his time with his combat training. If that wasn't enough the marine had to endure hours and hours listening to pointless lectures about subjects that he will probably forget in about the course of a few months. Sakura also had to do so much writing that his hands started to cramp. That was all over though, the weekend had arrived and he was more than halfway done with his book so he was ahead of the game. The place became completely empty at this point, all noise was void with the exception of the water flowing down the water fountain which was the one of many factors that made him fall asleep. In his sleep he had a dream, he was fighting with a pirate; but he wasn't alone. He was with a group of people and it seemed that they were having a great time. This pleased Sakura so much that a smile crept on his face as he was sleeping. Sakura was asleep for another two until he finally awoke from his dream." Playing with fire already. I know how this is going to turn out. Hmph." Sakura thought in his head as he stood up and stretched his tired muscles which was followed by a yawn. Sakura looked around only to find out that nobody was here. He checked the watch to see what time it was and he was very surprised with what he found out. "This place is cool." Sakura said grabbing everything that belong to him double checking twice that he had everything.
Sakura was a marine. He would be one of the strongest figures on this base.
Combat training was extremely tiring as he had hoped, traversing his way to the area. Instead of the outside like his other marine comrades. To sit by the fountain and twiddle his thumbs and erase the vivid thoughts. To believe it took one marine girl, and a matter of minutes to bring his whole world into utter calamity. The shattering of everything he deemed important as the remaining fragments orbited around the new center of his solar system. Was that too many space analogies already? Possibly, but Sakura had no other way to describe this warming feeling he had in his heart just thinking of this girl, the only other thing to describe it was a four letter word that was on the tip of his tongue...what was it again? Only if the opportunity to meet her again had came at a quicker pace. Not like he had any material to smooth talk her or even casually speak to her, but he just wanted to make sure she wasn't a cruel joke. A vivid figment of his imagination that even went as far to fabricate a lie to realistic it forged that one marine guy who entered in the music room to say what his brain wanted just to give this dapper gentleman a nudge into full mental instability. Sitting down on the marble walling of the fountain. Sakura would nudge up near the unique fountain and lay his back on the second walling and his legs bent slightly on the marble walling. Hanging his head somewhat as he twiddled with his thumbs. Sakura would go into a linear thought of how foolish he used to think the more social marines were when they spoke of falling for a girl and how picture perfect that first moment was. Oh how he was wrong, he had a art museum quality photo log of him with the marine girl that would encompass his dreams the moment he closed his eyes. The blueprint of his peace, the solution to love...if only he could reassure her existence wasn't a fluke. Very few things made Sir' Lancelot go into such deep thought, pondering about the meaning of life was one of those few; was life really meant to find a significant other and find true happiness? What is wrong with me?! I can't stop thinking about her! If it was, than he surely was sub-consciously ready to meet the significant other in his faithful encounter deemed special in his heart. But the magnitude of reaching out to such an extent to form a relationship with his terrible social skills and verbal lacking could mean the end before anything started, oh woe was him. "I can wrap my brain around this all day. I'm afraid I wouldn't get anywhere. Really. Hmph." Sakura would mutter to himself, terrible at lying to himself as he went about accepting the fact of being alone all of his life but now, now he was just a mere husk without this marine girl that he clung to ever so tightly. It was madness, to even think of having feelings towards this girl without proper understanding or knowledge of her holding the same feelings would just lead to further pain and sorrow as the distance to reach out would grow farther and farther, and the dreams would become more and more obsessive. It was idiotic, for lack of a better word just plain dumb as to how he fell for this girl so quickly over simple humming and the angelic skin that was sun-touched to perfection. Ever have that feeling in your chest when you are with someone and regret the actions you took to get to that place? The moment in which you realize that turning back would ruin everything that has you in this state of bliss. I want to turn back already without even have taken the step required to reach bliss. What is love, why do I want to throw it away before giving it a chance? Sakura laughed at how silly he was thinking, and behaving over the opposite sex!
Enjoying the coarse touch against their arid tips, sun kissed fingers trailed against the texture of the outer walls that gave the headquarters square its distinct shape. The wrinkled cuffs of this extended arm began to slowly slide down the wandering marines warm wrist as the hand glided higher, lifting pressure to graze the stone lightly. Cerulean orbs kept their gaze upon this simple gesture while imagining something greater. Thoughts of airy wheels creating the smallest amounts of friction while they scaled buildings and traversed roof tops filled his daydream with his heart's true desire. Without a path plotted or a goal in mind, the golden kissed crown moved about the outside ring of the quad. Sakura feet carried his aimlessly, whether they were graced with wings or grounded with paws. All day he had wandered this headquarters, meeting many characters who's faces had all but faded from his thoughts. All except one, who's memory was currently serenading his heart. "Yes, yes, yes!" Sakura muscular chords hummed a gentle tune as he thought about the captivating music that had filled the forsaken music room only an hour ago. How childish he must have appeared; hand trailing about to mimic the flight of himDesire while he hummed a distant melody to himself. Those two actions only complimented the true factor that gave him the image of strength; he was carefree. No one else existed as his imagination painted a majestic picture of a young sylph breaking against the winds of the sea and overcoming the gales of the gods with one grand leap. Fingertips flicked free from the wall as he imagined the boundless voyage into the sea. Sky blue hues looking down the length of him arm, he turned from the wall towards the center of the school's square. "I can be stronger." his voice, so ethereal and free, held a single note as he performed a slow pivot on the ball of his foot. With focus on his liberated hand, the world beyond was but a blur. That was until it came to point towards the fountain sitting in the center of the quadrangle. Silence befell him voice as he caught a glimpse of dark hair and a signature mask upon a young marine man's face. In a headquarter so large and of all the places one could be between training courses and activities, these two were destined to meet again. Sakura's outstretched hand receded to him side as he looked to the marine who's song had been calling to lift his voice. Silken coral lips parted as if to sing again, however silence would continue its reign. No words were spoken as she locked eyes with him, standing within a few yard's distance while studying his counterpart. Lightly, Sakura foot stepped forward. One after the other, he closed the distance between him and the fountain never allowing his azure rounds to part from his. It wasn't until he was within arm's reach. Turning his back to him, the insignificant frame of the siren took him place beside him on the marble fountain. As if he weren't there, Sakura gazed forward never allowing his hues to stray towards him again. Although Sakura position next to him would make him feel as if she was there only for him, just as they had been in the music room. Sakura presence gave off no pressure of its own for the young marine to strike a conversation or even introduce himself. Instead, he merely closed his eyes once more and enjoyed the silence. Any thoughts of speaking by the aspiration sitting beside his would be quelled as Sakura dry lips parted with his lung's command to inhale. "Interesting day we're having." his tender words would ascend gently to the sky above them as he took advantage of the quiet location with only the modest fountain and the young marine man as an audience. Sakura carried those who's ears caught the melody on the feathery notes of his voice towards their dreams. The sylph would be a guide to lead them away from the troubles and darkness devouring their thoughts. At the same time it was a song that took Sakura away from this place to one of fonder times. Of lost homes and warm embraces. His song would cut short as memories he had tried so hard to erase threatened to return. Cerulean hues would open with the early ending of the song, still looking forward and not to his peer. "What's wrong?" he stated his thoughts directly with an off putting tone that gave the impression that he hadn't been concerned at all. Yet here he was sitting beside him during his moments of inner conflict.
Haunted by new demons, an inner battle between a new emotion and the foreseen future of having said emotion; His mind was scattered into a war torn battlefield with countless casualties and destruction, each side held the same number of troops, weapons, and ships as death was never an odd number. The Code of Hammurabi was instantaneous in this war, no clear winner as in the end everything would die without a definitive answer to whom's side he chose. He would find peace in the silence that abruptly appeared, a heavy inhale followed by a slow, and silent exhale would purge him of all the deep thought he was having, going blank as a figurative tumbleweed strolled along in the barren dome. Right on queue a ghostly wind brushed against him while his hair resisted moving so freely and merely swept sideways across his face. Goosebumps trailed along his arms, sending chills throughout his body as he shivered instinctively, he still felt the same cold everyone else did. Breathed the same air everyone else inhaled. Sakura was just like everyone but so different, the horrid social plague that encompassed the youth even in the free sport of storm riding; To sail the same sails as another and still be inferior, to supply those with immense support while somehow being of no use. The contradictory motives of being the single best while having a team behind you supporting your every move. In some way Sakura was just like them but more secluded with his greed. The hunger for attention always existed, but was more tamed than the rest who publicly humiliate one another just cause. Sakura wanted to have someone to hold his greed was in finding his Juliet. To willingly break the laws as Antigone did and die with rightful clause, the city would whisper in support of him as he would do to his crowned jewel...the hummingbird. Finally accepting his feelings towards the girl that occupied the inner chambers of his heart, Sakura's eyes would slowly look towards the humming he thought he heard. Was it a joke? Was it a sign of insanity? No, before his eyes was proof that she was not a well crafted illusion in the music room, and as she hummed along his eyes would follow her actions while his facial expression held no emotion, contrasting his inner excitement that she indeed wasn't just a fragment. It was as if he was watching a performance for his eyes only. The gods had blessed more than just her skin it seemed. He blinked twice as she would come closer, locking eyes with her for a mere moment as he would look elsewhere to give off the appearance of more important things to see, which was an obvious lie. He felt her eyes gaze upon him, he was turning to stone as those cerulean eyes avoided hers much to his distaste. The warmth of her eyes locked on him would fade quickly as she turned. Looking at her now as she sat beside him. What the hell was going on? The beginning of an awkward display of either emotion of silent compassion would last for a couple of moments as he didn't dare look at her again, instead he looked towards the sky as his head rose up slightly. Sakura pleasant silence would be broken by her voice. Sakura was blessed with something more than just a simple hum this time and he relished in the soothing sound that came from the goddess beside him. It was easy to lose himself in her voice, closing his eyes as he felt himself float away and into the realm of the picture portrayed by this girl. Sakura calming dreams being replayed to him while he watched as if in a theater. Looking onward in awe as it reached the most memorable part of his dream. Oh how Sakura loved the por-everything stopped as her voice was no longer heard. Sakura fell from his seat in the clouds and dropped right back into his husk of a body. Breathing life back into himself as he looked down, no longer paying attention to the sky and to her. He couldn't withdraw himself from looking at her sun-kissed frame, but he stayed focus on her face somewhat as she didn't even look towards him while stating some random banter of how he seemed to be. "You have a perfect sound." Sakura had finished her sentence. Looking away as Sakura tried to think of something to spark a conversation or even one last response from her until he somehow unintentionally found a way to make his hummingbird fly away. "I love the way you look." He couldn't find the words to finish what he was saying, but his confused tone would express how awkward it was that they are in the same vicinity once more without even knowing each other's name. Something just didn't seem right, how in the world would a marine headquarters with thousands of marines end up with these two meeting each other twice in a row. In the same hour?
The humble chin of the unusual adolescent dipped as hi golden crown nodded at his addition to his sentence. If it had been a stranger sitting here fidgeting with a distressed aura about them. Sakura would have continued his aimless journey throughout the marine headquarters. The choice to fight was inspired by his previous combat training in with this unnamed marine, where he had been an accomplice to his plucked keys at the piano. Sakura continued to stare out, never looking towards him as he searched for words to say. As he did so, Sakura cerulean eyes looked over the grassy patches of the marine headquarters to spot a flicker of color. Silent fluttering wings carried an elegant blue blondie towards a lone autumn flower wilting beside a tree. Its carefree form gently padded against the air, forcing an insignificant wind down in order to keep it afloat until it landed upon the flower. A single bronzed petal dropping to the grass below. Sakura shifted in his seat, beginning to rise as his classmate spoke his next words. "Yo this headquarters sure is big. I still haven't explored the entire base." Sakura stated without hesitation and with a serene confidence as he lifted himself away from the fountain's ledge. Where his speech strove to express his stiffness and bewilderment in their almost fated reunion, Sakura didn't seem tainted by it in the slightest. Sakura wispy movements continued as he walked across the quaint yard to where the butterfly rested, trying to find even a few traces of nectar for a meal.
Bending at his knees, Sakura crouched next to the wilting flower holding the starved insect. How strange it was to see a butterfly this late in the fall... There was no food left for it to survive, to live out its short life span of eight weeks or to give it strength to migrate. The lone azure beauty was stranded, in need of a helping hand. Holding out his finger, Sakura gently placed it under the butterfly. Despite its delicate form, the hairline thin legs of the arthropod pinched his skin. Carefully, with a tender grace, Sakura rose so that the upward motion of his standing wouldn't cause a gust down against the butterfly to frighten it away. Cerulean orbs turned towards the musician, who he assumed remained at the fountain. "I want to explore this entire place. Wonder who would join me?" Sakura asked, with butterfly in hand his reasons should have been clear. Gaze steadily being held, the sylph awaited his answer while the butterfly rested its tired limbs against the marines warm flesh. Nothing seemed to rattle this peculiar golden crowned marine as if he were blessed by the calm breeze that extended its zephyrs to those around his. And now it was reaching out to this other marine of few words.
The sound of Sakura uncoordinated attempts at beat boxing dubstep music echoed out for none to hear. This blondie haired, ivory skinned, young man sat in front of the central fountain to the inner quadrant with Sakura head down and bobbing subtly. Both legs were folded in indian style, back hunched over to complete the pose. Either hand began to slap Sakura thighs, completely out of rhythm with the gruffly uttered sound effects. This brown weirdo happened to be in his own little world, earphones firmly cupped over his ears as he spent his time alone entertaining himself. If one were to look around him they'd find no other student for a couple of yards. Maybe one or two casually speaking, or another small group passing through the area on their way to class. This marine blondie just happened to have an awkward, lonesome, free period compared to his classmates. Those others who were in fact free made no effort to confront the weirdo. Only glanced aside before making weird, perturbed, expressions. Suddenly the hands that patted his laps so rapidly slung up into the air, hands clenching as if they were in grips of drum sticks. All at once he began to roll from left to right, then left to right, and vice versa twice over. Sakura expression was a crazed one, cheeks puffing and deflating as Sakura eyes widened to a point where you could actually see the pupils. Spittle flew from the skinny young man's lips as Sakura pouted them and began to headbang. Had the song changed or something? Was something wrong with him? A lotta questions to go unanswered unless confronted over the awkward moment he gave no ******** about having in public.
With legs like iron slabs Sakura turned counter-clockwise to examine a profile. The hidebound material was resilient to stretch and so he felt it's pressure tightening on his skin. The attire still seemed becoming, and as Sakura peered over his shoulder, like a child on the stairs awaiting Christmas, he felt a burning in his face. Sakura did not usually dress up, nor was his confidence in his own looks often spoken well upon. Water christened on his eyes slightly as he felt his smile hang from ear to ear. It was amazing how different he looked, he couldn't even recognize Sakura. That limber other marine the beanstalk who everyone pushed over just to level him into the ground. The lace followed Sakura as he twirled to see his whole body as Sakura seemed to shed those thoughts. Stopping Sakura would look back to meet anothers own face in the marine headquarters. Blonde haired, freakishly tall and very much the same lame other marine from a minute ago. Leaning more into the other marine, Sakura would confirm that the other marine. Sakura was still there, there had not been a drastic change. No amount of confidence could do that and knowing this Sakura would unknowingly break into a grin. Disappointment seemed evident as Sakura eyes looked away bothered by such a fact. Sakura blue eyes could have caught fire to the ground with the ferocity they leered to it. Sakura could feel the cold drink rushing down his head, and the scent of the trash was even fresher. Shutting his eyes Sakura's arm would rise to clasp a locket of white hair. The other marine would shake slightly as Sakura held the thought close by Letting them win wasn't going to help Sakura out, and if he kept standing by those sharks would pull him under. This was something he could not sit back and let happen.
Opening them slowly Sakura's electric blues would brood on his own image as Sakura slowly fixed his hair. There was a breaking feeling, almost euphoric as Sakura began to take care of himself. Then came another bunch of touch ups, and afterwards Sakura would put on some lotion for his skin. Sakura looked down at the wolf mask he had gotten in another blues. It felt more like destiny that he could hold it, maybe it was from a deity? Shaking the thought Sakura seemed to drawn by the wooden object. Sakura breath answered him as he felt it's shadow on his face. With a final inhale it would meet his face, covering all but his mouth as his fabric covered hands would touch upon it affectionately.
The awful noise had been attracting the solemn person for a brevity of time. The sun was just settling on the brink of late afternoon but for the agitated sylphlike marine there was no resolution with unfinished business lingering foully in Sakura thoughts. With no one in the halls the noise had traveled a fair distance, and left a ringing dissonance that had irked Sakura solitude of peace more so than himself. It was assumed most marines would retire home or to clubs and so it seemed a safe place for Sakura to be in this weird attire. It was not Sakura intention to draw anyone beside his earlier assailants into the mix. Neither did he plan on being seen but he felt a bit taller than he normally was; literally and figuratively speaking. Sakura tolerance replaced by a wild vigor inspired by his costume. Moving stealth like he managed to open the door of the theater room soundlessly. No one was there but the sound kept resounding. Sakura head tilted inquiry, weirdly his head would rise like a deer hearing a hunter's gunshot as he moved slowly along in his usual uniform, down the hall. Normally he would have turned a blind eye but after catching whiff of this sound, Sakura found it irresistible to turn his back. So as he saw the other marine figure innocently enjoying his day oblivious to the lurking predator behind him, a gruff satisfied grunt would elude his lips.
Sakura fingers clasped the window's frame and he felt the wind threading through his hair. It felt even more liberating to be outside. All sense of modesty forgotten alongside himself as he snarled to the sky. The noise was primal, unsettling in it's ferocity but he was gone just was quickly as the sound would drift with the breeze. Like an announcement of war, every wolf cried out without thought. Sakura could acknowledge the noise or not, but he would not be ignorant of his presence. The yipping of soul would grow louder as he sped towards him. Appearing more as a blur his shadow would be seen before herself as the limbering wolf would clasp upon the headphones and yank them as a single leg rose with spinning thoughts A hand was presented towards him like a plate platter, and despite the momentum slowing down in his sped. The act made it clear Sakura was demanding something from this other marine!
Somewhere in this world a troubled young woman with a trivial grudge against her marine yard tormentors was preparing to do some wild a** hood rat s**t. Unbeknownst to this brown young man, he'd be a part of her first step in becoming a social vigilante. Damn. It was incredibly sad that this unsuspecting marine was ignorant to his having been targeted. Even with the loud clatter of foot steps against pavement and an echoing hum from a familiar type of miniature speed the marine remained completely defenseless. Still stuck in his world of drum beats, high speed kicking buzzing, and altered vocal tracks, Sakura had absolutely no clue what was going on. That was.. Until. In a matter of moments something from the corner of his eyes flashed by, gripped the headphones on his head, and tugged at the same time they zoomed by. The only issue with this occurring was the fact that this retarded genius looped the thick, black, chord connected to the phones around his neck and over the arches on his ears. When tugged, this line instantly constricted and tightened. The song playing continued to blare in his ear, still going completely in comparison to the speeding foot steps, and intense screaming he was doing at the moment. Even as the marine shouted profanities he was unable to hear himself due to the headphones. In the tug he was cast aside so swiftly he'd been dragged a few meters behind the marine girl. By this time he'd entered a state of dead weight, legs unfurling and body becoming completely limp. Sakura defense mechanism was purely arm motions, writhing around and attempting to put a sliver of space between the constricting chord and his skinny neck. The expression on his face became a comedically disturbed one, eyes widened and mouth open as wide as possible in an attempt to suck in air for a brief breath. Still unaware as to why this was happening out of nowhere, the struggle got to a point where the dragged marine turned over and began to clatter his own foot steps, fast, feet against pavement. Led by this marine girl, Sakura's own locked movement were quickly switched to his speed mode. Setting and revved with his clumsy, desperate, steps. Behind this cosplaying he-she he'd begin to prepare, arms still bent and arched in a way that let his hands fumble with the wired noose he himself had created. "AHHHH--.. HA!" A large gasp of breath would be sucked in, the young marine's chest heaving as he windmilled his arms and let go of the now loosed chord. He'd been smart enough, in his fumbling, to unplug the chord and undo it at his neck so that the marine girl could begin an escape with the items. Still, the young marine man's clumsy demeanor took him right behind her. Impulsively Sakura went to following her, remembering immediately that those headphones were his favorite and he'd, likely, not be getting another unless he ran into some random money. This had become a matter of personal possessions. s**t was serious all of a sudden. Finding his balance, Sakura began to sprint as fast as he possibly could, tailing the draping cosplayer; judging by her outfit, this must had been a girl.. Or so he'd hope, seeing all the frills and whatnot. Sakura could had swore they were wearing uniforms at this marine headquarter?! Was this part of the after school anime club or something? If it were then he'd no longer consider joining! If this was part of their activities then he just wasn't about that!
He felt the tension in his thighs as Sakura mustered more strengths to lead forward. Ascending through the courtyard had not been this troubling a few moments before. Looking briefly over Sakura shoulder and through the windmill of his fanning hair Sakura would realize that he had gained a marine alongside the earphones in his assassination attempt. A part of his wanted to stop and even though it urged his so did this sudden power surge. This person was writhing because of his would translate more to a villain getting what they deserved. It was a brilliant translation.
Sakura arm struggled to yank the cords forward so his shoulder wouldn't ajar back. Suddenly the weight wouldn't cause a heaviness in his arms. The he-wolf would glance back towards the ground to notice he too owned a pair of skill. A smug expression swept his face. Consideration for releasing him and the earphone would suddenly shift into a whole new field where he was player one and he the new opponent. Though the view was pretty flip sided from Sakura's perspective. His body would completely follow a hairpin turn that would bring her screeching skills to yelp even louder than before. A few birds would stir from the trees but the Japanese profiled marine would be U - Turning in the opposing direction of the fountain. With intentions to snag him off she would be disappointed that he'd sever the line. In that moment he felt the weightlessness and on pure pulse would land upon the edge of the water fountain.
At this altitude his height was further exaggerated. A hand held his earphones out like a dead rabbit. Sakura would call to his, demanding his things back within a whirlwind of the sudden ordeal. The he-wolf could smell his desperation. His speed would be revved in the excitement as their hungry baying would fill frustration of the moment. These must have been important, a grin would crack upon his face to the thought. As he fumbled towards his he took off towards him as well. Full speed being acquired as the sprint foot steps from earlier left a faint dust cloud from the picked up debris. Sakura would grind the water fountain shortly in his kick off as he boosted his height in the air to leap clean over him. Twisting with his right leg anchoring Sakura position. The other marine and Sakura would see one another face to face. The moment making time slow as it would stain both their memories. His earphones spiraling around Sakura wrist and the middle finger that would give a clear answer to his pleas for them to come back. The sound of his foot steps hitting the surface would hiss as the moment broke. It was strange to see another marine in the headquarters, but Sakura only cared to get away for now. Pushing through the doors the marine would make an getaway off the scene and into another portion of the area.
Still flailing his arms like an idiot, Sakura took to hard pressed steps that practically forced sparks off the side of his movement at every step. Though he could balance and all it was obvious the rookie had little training and was marine trained in the art combat training. The way he sloppily flailed after the marine girl made it ever so obvious she was the forerunner in more than just the 'chase' aspect. The marine Sakura resorted to a less respectable pleading, not soon noticing that everything he said fell on deaf ears when it came to this insane marine. Still completely unaware of this person's gender, Sakura began to pout and droop his eyes, slitting them as he took to focus. His ever moving arms took to reaching out, body dipped forward as if to be entering a consistently speeding, hunched over, position. Maybe whoever was narrating this post had spoken too soon. Maybe this marine did know what he was doing! With his intentions being to grab the headphones his target was the dangling wire that'd almost permanently damaged his neck through constriction. Slowly but surely he'd gotten closer, using his 'cupped' position to increase his rate of travel. It was at the moment just before his gripping the wire that the persona turned hard around the fountain! All at once the masked marine took to gliding around the fountain and hopping up to it's edge. The marine's eyes widened at this, his frame opening up to once more comedically flail and betray the former potrayel of knowledge in riding. Completely overdoing the simple 'turning point', Sakura went way past the curve and nearly fell to his knees a couple of meters in front of where he was supposed to turn; he'd only been able to scarily veer in that direction at a not-so-hard angle before coming down to the concrete, just barely spinning enough to see the successful run of the rider. When he looked up again the female rider ha-... Wait. Female.. Marine..? Immediately something clicked in the young man's mind. Even as he lay crouched on the concrete floor of the inner quadrangle, scowling with a mass of determination in his expression, something began to overtake him. Ba-bump!.. Ba-bump!.. Ba-bump!.. Goddammit, was it getting hot out here? Had the temperature just suddenly.. raised? Why was he feeling this way.. It was like being lightheaded without the uneasiness. This feeling was insane! Even watching the marine woman hold his headphones out he couldn't move. Something inside had awaken. Mere moments ago he'd seen her grind the turn after his fall, catching sight of the angle within her curvy motion.. The a** shot skill she'd shown in that simplistic gesture helped throw this unknown mood into overdrive. This was.. This was.. Instant infatuation. All at once Sakura took off, skipping that 'build up' nonsense when it came to speed. It was apparent now that the boy's spark induced run was easily replaceable with this smooth, footwork, one. Out of nowhere a zipline of glistening debris followed his own skills.. In fact, this glisten had glazed over the boy's skin, turning him into a picture-perfect model of shing glory. The brown boy's most prominent, cute, and boyish features had been put on display in this (unknowingly) perverted result. In one fell swoop the marine charged towards the young woman with the nice body, jumping towards her in a straight, super man, leap at the same time she poised herself to easily vault over him. Midway through his jump he'd swivel comedically, glistening body noodling in an almost anime-esque swivel. In this spin his widened eyes caught a direct, uncensored, view of her firmly clung to a**, thighs, and.. O-Ohhhh god~ His head turned up to get one last look of her as she landed, middle finger so confidently raised to give him his first and last answer before her graceful departure. Sakura would end his missed leap in an opposite manner.. clumsily and comedically.
In comparison to her great finesse was his untimely, unorthodox, flailing as he landing directly in the fountain he'd so hopelessly tried to grab her from atop. In it he would make a huge splash, momentarily exiting his state of lust and flailing around. The kid couldn't swim and, despite the fountain not being so incredibly high that anyone with competence could actually drown, he over exaggerated and took to flailing. The light skinned boy went to rapidly casting his arms about, 'glugging' dramatically and spitting up water as Sakura soaked his marine uniform and all. The sweat was washed away and, with it, his impending infatuation.. Well, just the physical sign of it. Climbing out of the water, the young man took a moment to dry himself and Sakura sprints off, finding it miraculous that, through his flailing, he'd avoided doing anything more than dampening their outside. The sweaty gloss he'd left on was washed away but, by some chance, functioned as the subtlest layer between them getting ******** up mechanically and still working as fine as they were meant too.. Anyway, Sakura was now off in search of this masked hottie! The marine girl had a couple of things he sure as hell wanted to get his hand!
Chance. The self-contained disappointment of knowing she was only a luck of the draw that’s all, the stinging pain he expected to be in his heart was actually was just a clarification of a previous realization; He was nothing to her but a card drawn twice. The ultimately infatuated Sakura was crushed to specks of dust to blow in the wind of this sylph and be forgotten the moment the last dust particle left her elegant breeze…to remain only a momentary stranger who shared a single moment of cohesive unity and to realize such a harsh truth of eventually being forgotten by the one he’d continue to think about. The thought of her alone could’ve shattered the already poor soul of the quiet male if he wasn’t so accustomed and friendly with the feelings of being alone. Forgetting was something he couldn’t do as every thought and every image of his oh so expanding life lingered in his mind to the day he would ascend, possibly through the process of thinking himself to death by an over dramatic rampancy. The walls of his consciousness closing in on him until he suffocates due to the lack of breathing room, then to be crushed by his own thoughts as the flashing images of all those he held dear at one point or another encompass the walls that slowly but surely drove him mad. The other marine girl would eventually be his end. It would be bittersweet, his final breath taking place remembering all those he held close, all the fond moments he had but the unavoidable would be the true final moment; all at once they all left in the same mental screen that was split into many smaller screens to play them all and to get it hammered into his brain that forever never existed. It was a single word in the dictionary, from the moment of its creation the hope it created for humanity was cherished like the people to a tyrant, he thrived off his people being fearful as they thrived off the hope of being with another significant for a…very long time.
Why was Sakura paranoid the moment she left the fountain? Sakura’s eyes followed her cautiously as he hadn’t known of her sparked interest in the glass winged butterfly that gracefully scanned for nectar to scavenge. As the marine girl lowered herself near a flower – that was barely visible from this point of view – Sakura would let out a small sigh of relief knowing that marine girl hadn’t left him once again to fend for himself, not in any sort of angle in which he could see her touching moment with the butterfly he would simply stay put and frozen in the invisible carbonite imagined as if he was Solo. The eyes of the silent marine Sakura would gaze off in no specific direction as he simply looked at the world from a broader stand point and took in his surroundings for not just its specifics but the bigger picture, and how displaced this marine headquarters really was as it dominated the small patches of foliage that still remained after the obvious purge to properly build the combat facility. Somehow, she disturbed the industrial picture painted before him, globalization seemingly disrupted by a single frame of a marine girl raising up with a butterfly; it was heartwarming somewhat to see that the human race as an individual still held members who cared for the environment that allowed them to thrive what feels like an eternity but was nothing in comparison to the age of the universe as a whole. The marine girl locking of eyes with him and siren voice broke his globe of thought as the image of the marine girl. Now raised and asking if a greenhouse existed in a preferably close vicinity shocked him somewhat as he held no answer for this, Sakura couldn't say yes or no because Sakura simply didn't know…it made not a single fiber of sense to him as to why he had no answer. Sakura hung his head in disappointment, he held no answer and would simply shrug and break the link between their eyes as he intended to speak. Sakura spoke so suddenly that he initially didn't expect to even say anything, but the nonchalant voice would add another fragment of speech that could be seen as a motive of a date in the social aspect; a marine , a marine girl, and a butterfly looking for a greenhouse, it was somewhat beautiful but bone chilling, it was a feeling he wished he could have…forever.
Ok, so Sakura was back in the marine headquarters, his ,little moment in the combat training room done and gone with. Sakura had left from there, to this little place. Sakura sat on the fountain, looking at his feet with a sigh. He had no weapons on, but that's how marine life was. You could not hold deadly weapons, but you could still flaunt some skill if you had any. He remembered the combat training and how he could have had such a great game but those people were so lazy that nothing got done. What was Sakura to do anyway? Sakura could go to the other combat training's. Or sprint a couple miles, maybe. He felt like doing something like that, but he wondered what others were up too. Were was the other marine friends he had? What was the other marine girl up too? He had not seen her in the marine headquarters, but then maybe she was in a class. Sakura rarely went to one of those, and avoided them like the plaque. That was one of his favorite sayings, even if he never say it to anyone. Was Sakura avoiding people right now? Sakura shook his head and got up from the fountains edge. He did not move away, but more placed one foot on the edge and rose up to fully walk on the edge of the fountain. Who was going to stop Sir' Lancelot Sakura? Would they throw him out for simply walking? Sakura was not skinny dipping, nor was he causing a problem to anyone. He did hope a random marine female walked by so he could give them a small splash. Shoot, if a random male walked by, Sakura would say Sup and hold a conversation with that person until it was over. It was funny, to think that someone as anti-social as Sakura was calling out for someone to be around him right now. He was actually calling out for Friendship.
Sakura was walking around a bit bored out of his mind. He was smart somewhat and he was never really the one to skip combat training course unless he felt like it. Still in the end. He was here. Away from the boredom of other types of combat training, and to the boredom of skipping lectures and listening to music. His favorite band, Hollywood Undead. Ironic. He was in a an organization that wanted to bring change. A revolution. Could they pull it off. Well, Sakura didn't think so because he was still an amateur and in all honesty, Sakura thought he was in need of a lot of training, and forever will need. Insecurities yes but for what cost? To keep his mind doubtful? Not good for a marine of the world. Walking forward, Sakura came up against a figure that was walking on the edge of a fountain. Another marine. What could this other marine be doing here. And what was the motive. Sakura wondered as he walked closer to the red haired boy and looked at him. Sakura asked the other marine a few questions. Like things that were generally asked to figure out what was going on here. Sakura asked reluctantly like at any second he would crash down on him and punch him in the face. He was not sure. He didn't fully know the other marine yet. Seeing as they both were bored and skipping, might as well make conversation. Taking the headphones from his ear, Sakura sat on the edge of the fountain and waited for reply while going through things in his mind.
Here's how bored Sakura was. He was walking around the top of the fountain, blowing bubbles he believed he saw in his mind. He was mimicking some scene from the digimon movie, in which that same event had happened. He should go watch that movie again, maybe spend sometime getting back in touch with his "childhood". That caused him to laugh a bit to himself. What childhood did he have to come back in touch with? His childhood was taken away, and he had caused most of it to be stripped from himself. He then stopped, almost slipping on the edge. Ha, he was "slipping" as the slang would make of it. You tripping, slipping. Get back on your feet and stop set tripping. The world was big, and he was still exploring his strengths. When you made your expectations too big, you usually fell right on your face. That's why it's not good to have big expectations in the first place. Aint no one stopping you and your clique. One, two, three put your hands up for me, Im Sakura the marine, Lancelot thought to himself, rapping a bit. He even spun his hands in the way a beat boxer would, or a Dj, or something. He was moving his hands around, dancing and waving until he looked over to see another marine. Reality crashed back to Sakura as he fell backwards into the fountain, water flying everywhere. Sakura was a bit over-exaggerating. He kind of got a little too hyper when he saw another marine. The other marine yelled as he began to push himself out of the fountains water, looking at the marine Sakura in his red clothes. The other marine was skipping as well? Seems they thought alike, somewhat. The other marine was about to say more when he heard the noise coming from his headphones. The other marine seemed to be worried about something. The marine was saying in unison with the chorus of the song. He did not mean to scare Sakura, but Sakura knew music, somewhat.
Sakura was laughing a little at the reaction from the marine leader. How exactly did this come to be? Sakura was not a ninja. He was not naruto and for some persons sakes he was not a magical magician that can go and teleport around. Did the other marine really did not see him? Was he really that distracted? Then again who really knows? There are a lot of things that could of happen. He was not other marines. He was not able to read his mind. However, the splash, that was made by him did cause the other marine to get wet a little. His leather pants rejected the water and kept his sanity. Listening with his ears, other marine figured out Sakura was able to hear his music and grinned. He was not as bad as he seemed. He actually seemed kind of nice to an extent. However, what, did he know? Boredom draws the mass together. Even if the mass hate each other. Not that they did. Remember, other marine only knows this other marine woman, if even that. She invited him but, he had not talked to her for a long time. Its amazing how gangs were these days. Some want power and others want change. Then others want freedom. Either way, that was not important now. What, was important now was. Nothing. marine wise what does it matter but team wise he had a lot of work to do and, the other marine could probably pick up on the other marines vibe because this marine was shaking a little and was showing his reserved side. To put it simply, the other marine was either very comfortable or very shy. He was on the shy end. This was very nice. Both marines were complimenting this. Sakura complimented, too.
He was all wet now, and even if that sounded so deep into the gutters, it was true. He would need some new clothes, but he had a locker, somewhere. He could get these clothes somewhere, but who really cared? He would get sick or something like that if he kept to all this wet clothing. He decided right now to remove his hoodie, but kept his shirt and pants. If the other marine was here it might be different, but Sakura was not stripping for no male. There was no situation in which Sakura could even bear to think about that. He shuddered at that thought, almost gagging as he climbed out of the fountain. Sure no help, fine he could do that by himself. Sure, it was OK to watch him just climb out, laugh and not help, but Sakura would of done the same, so he should of stopped complaining his head. "Play something else!" Sakura said as he stood, shaking out excess water from his body. He loved that song to the up most from them. It was their best song in his opinion and nothing else could beat it. Sakura then looked over to other marine who seemed a bit, well shy. Why was this? What had Sakura done to make this kid afraid of him? Sakura simply shrugged as he looked to other marine, waiting for the song to change. "This world is only getting bigger. That's why we have to get stronger. And pray that our strength take's us across the world! For the marines and victory!" Sakura said as he quoted the song word for word. He should play that song as well, or he could play something else. Another song! It struck him how funny Sakura actually was. What were his parents? His last name was Sakura, but did they have that in other places? He just shrugged, waiting.
"Because sometimes you have to speak bold to let people know that you're not ******** around. I'm being straight forward with you. I'm not gonna hide anything if that what you thinking. However, I'm sorry if I am a little suspicious. I just think of Aya as a friend and for most part a sister. Now what am I wanting or thinking. What info. What do I have in my head. I just gonna be blunt with you. Cut the riddles and speak normal," Sakura stated with fierce eyes before he pointed straight at the other marine, "Do you truly have feelings for Aya. I'll tell you now I am not jealous and I will tell you this that if you do then honestly I would find that sweet and heart warming. But, I am just curious if you really do. OR, is this some plan or coup to make it to the top and get the strong pirates in order to make the marine headquarters the strongest force to reckon with! To save your a** and bring us down!" He said proudly. Where were these assumptions coming from? The mentioning and thought of another marine was it. While he was away, the other marine was an undercover for the headquarters in the blues. During this time, Sakura was not a marine and at all. He didn't even have a strong will. The other marine was about to contact the other marines. One day while having another marine try to steal information from another unit long ago. However, the other marine caught wind of it, ad challenged these marines for the plans. Due note this was a big joke as a marine was tripping all over himself. However, he ended up tricking the marine by making him think he had a strong weapon. However, the information was fake. A major fake as when the marine tried to use it, the wheel completely broke and caused the marine to fall off a building and to die on the side of the road. Which was the worst outcome, and very unpredictable. Before anyone noticed, the other marine stole his money and went to go buy other weapons for himself. This was Sakura origin. He used the money to fix other marines weapons, and those are now the ones he trusts. The black symbolizes the past which is dead and the purple symbolizes the future but yet it can never be bright enough out do the past. That's why its a dark light color. Thinking about it at that sudden moment, Sakura walked up to this other marine and looked him straight in the eye. Would he punch him! YES, please it would be awesome to see a fight and end up getting in trouble for righting and skipping. That would just be the smartest thing ever. No, he knew when it was needed and plus he did nothing to him to make him wanna punch him instead of being a smart a**. Keeping him in his eye, the other marine only had a few things to say. "I guess, I been beating around the bush. I just wanna know one thing. Can I trust you? Can I be able to be blind and know that you would never betray me. Or anyone for that matter. No offense to you, but this is a question that has an answer that is needed to be known." Sakura stated, his fist clenched. This could explain why he fights for the marines. He was a nervous wreck and shy so he wouldn't be a higher rank. Unless he worked for it. Sakura wasn't bold all the time, or, female so would not be thorn or any of that. Sakura was grounded. He could fight a little, but he will never be able to fully defend a town. From marines. Yet, when this poor kid was cornered or believed in something. He was firmed as the ground and earth they walked on. Stronger than any rock that has ever been crushed. He had been crushed. Everything he knew at one point was a lie. Yet, it only made him stronger. That was the difference. Most people let the past kill them, he let it heal him. Sakura laughed while he was thinking and talking to this other marine.
Oh ho ho, it seemed this mouse had now become a dog and was barking at him. He wanted to be straight with this marine, Real as some would say. Sakura explained how he thought of Railen as a sister, which was a weight lifted on Sakura, yet only dropped back down when the marine asked the heavy hitting question. Was Sakura pushing into the marines head, or was the other marine reflecting everything back at him? The question that the marine asked was so hard to answer, so heavy that for a minute, an actual sixty seconds, Sakura said nothing. It was silent between them both, as Sakura pondered the answer, or if he even should. He could lose a good friend, but then he could also lose part of himself. He did not need another marine running off to spread rumors that he was helping people that he did not care for, but on the other hand, if the marine headquarters had asked for him again, would he go back? This question pondered in Sakura's head before his mouth opened with a sigh. "Feelings is nothing but an understatement to how I feel about her." Sakura said as he rubbed a hand through his damp hair. His clothes were still wet, but he felt like he was burning, an intense heat running trough his body. It could have been a fever, but then it also could of been so much more. "If I was planning to coup, I would not have slipped up with a question on how you knew someone. I would be gaining everything about you, studying you, at least studying you more then I already do now." Sakura said with another sigh. All of a sudden, the other marines was in his face, in which Sakura readied his hands into fists at his sides. The testosterone was growing in this little square right now, man against man. They were like lions in the wild. but with different intentions. One wanted a mate, but then to change the things around him, while the other simply wanted trust. Sakura laughed, stepping back from the marine as he put a hand to his head and shook a bit. "Really? IS that all you wanted to ask me? No what is your goal? What do you want from this training? What made you a marine? All you want is if I can be trusted?" Sakura said while laughing. Was that really all this kid wanted? It was so funny to Sakura, for he had never saw such a simple request, something so simple. Sakura wanted happiness, but so much work came into trying to be happy that it was a hard request to make. "The answer you are looking for is No. You would expect me to say yes right? Sakura said with his face now serious. "But let me explain what I mean. The last part of your question twists the question into two idea's. There is the fighting that people say something and mean another, and the fighting in the actions people take. When someone asks you to never leave them, that you will protect them like a good...friend would, but then that ...friend ends up dying. Do you blame the friend because they died? Of course you do! You never think about the situation that happened. You blame the person for leaving regardless of what happened. It could even be your fault, and at the end of the day you blame that person no matter what. Oh sure at first you speak about their lives, how they were so great and how it could of been an accident, how it all could of been avoided and the problem stopped, but then one day you sit alone with yourself, your brain going into overdrive. You get mad at this "friend" and curse them for dying or leaving you. You become selfish and bitter, that thought of that person, or persons gone forever. You no longer see them how you used too. Their smile is a laugh now, or a frown or a face of evil that you cannot look at without anger." Sakura said as his parents faces repeatedly flashed across his face. This friend he kept speaking about was his parents, how at first they were there to protect him and his brother, but became the very thing that caused them pain day in and day out. Why could people not be responsible, or think about what they were doing in life? He only sighed, for this was not about his parents, it was about Sakura and this marine, about the team and the actions that they would be taking as a marine unit. "What I can promise you is that we will fight together. I promise that we will change the world from these pirates or die trying. I cannot promise that everyone will stay true to each other, that we wont be "together forever" as if this is some story that someone else is writing. Were humans, we have actions and natures. We act upon it, some more then others." Sakura said as he took a large breath, huffing and puffing. His clothes now stuck to him due to how wet they were, but Sakura had made his point as clear as he could. Sakura's words were not meant to sting, at least the other marine, but Sakura's heart hurt. every beat that filled his body was sting after sting with emotions that he just wanted to throw away. Would the other marine open his eyes to what Sakura was saying? Would he be taken out of the cave or continue to look at the wall and believe what he saw, even after seeing the flames that showed him the lies?
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