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"How about you back off my wife dickhead!"

" 'the ******** are you calling dickhead ********>

The woman sat up as her husband came near. The man would stand on the opposite end of the chair as Tres and would reach over his wife to attempt to shove Tres in the chest in an attempt to move him away from his love one. Tres however reacted without thinking or hesitation, snatching up the mans right hand with his own right and putting him in a wrist lock.

He would not wait for the man to tap out and would twist the limb in such a stark turn that the husband would not have time to succumb and ease his pain to the compliance hold. He would suddenly throw the knee into the mans face as his head was coming down to instinctually attempt to ease the pain of the wrist lock. Tres's knee would smash the mans jaw, causing the man to fall flat onto his wifes lap bleeding profusely.

Tres would quickly walk away and towards the woman who was now watching the scene, just as she would finish the words "that will teach him", Tres would move towards her and slide his arm around hers as if they were a couple walking together. Tres was hoping to hide from the security guard who would soon see this.

He would begin walking away, forcefully pulling the woman with him but trying not to make it too obvious. He hoped the womans wife would be too shocked to scream for help too quickly, giving him the chance to hide amongst the crowd as an adult with a wife.

Tres would block the hook, and then transition his blocking right arm into a overhook. Now he would have a double underhook with his chest turned to face hers, he would push her forward onto the railing of the left side of the boat and then look to his left quickly to see if he was being followed. As he expected the ship security was following him though they seemed unsure if he was the one who caused the disturbance...there were lots of men with dreads on this ship.

Tres would attempt to dispel the suspicion by shoving his mouth into the unnamed womans as she would say, "well". He would attempt to force a make out session in hopes that the security would assume that he wasn't the one sense he was with someone and they wouldn't be able to look longer at his face, which was somewhat distinctive.

He would pull away from her face and look to the right, and let go...

He would then go the other way to his left, hoping that the girl liked what she just got and wouldn't call those security guards back.

Tres was an unnaturally attractive male. That however, made him stand out. He had no time to talk to this woman, even though what he had done was a bit personal. He would walk off without saying anything, digging in his back pocket and heading into the mens restroom on the inside of the ship in one of the ships massive eateries.

Tres did seem unnaturally fearful of what may happen to him if he got caught, and that was because Tres had not paid his way on this ship and he needed to make sure that he was not caught lest they throw him off.

Once Tres arrived in the rest room he would put on his head wrap to conceal his brown dreads, then he would take off his jacket, which did seem a bit odd since the sea temperature was quiet warm.

He would tie the jacket around his waist and throw some sunglasses on.

He would then go and sit in the stalls, hoping to stall for about an hour and let them forget about him.

Embarrassing.

This was one of those cruises with the all you can eat buffet that was intercontinental style. There were also restaurants on the ship too but Tres wasn't going to go there, to many people who you didn't want to get seen by. The buffet's were just perfect though, you could go in, eat your fill and get out and find somewhere to sleep for the night. Luckily, Tres wouldn't have to go through this bullshit for too much longer, soon he would be back in mainland.

The only problem then was finding a place to sleep, since he wasn't going to be able to get to his dorm. He thought about which places he could go to hide in as he scarfed down a plate full of food, which was strange since judging by the mans figure it would seem as if he ate very carefully.

Tres looked behind him while slirping up several long strings of noodles into his face. Some woman had walked up behind him while he was eating and would tell him that the close was clear and then ask of his destination. Tres would look at her for a while.

She was attractive and that meant a lot to Tres by itself. She seemed familiar but because Tres could not recall much, she must have been someone unimportant.

After Tres slurped the last noodle into his mouth he would say.

" 'the fu-, I meant...Who are you?"

Tres had obviously forgotten this woman the woman he frenched only hours earlier.

"Oh...Um...I don't know what your talking about lady but if you want to take a seat, be my guest.", Tres said. He was obviously lying, not knowing if it was safe to trust this person. He didn't know her from a can of paint, and she could be anyone. However, Tres was not one to turn away a beautiful girl and it was not in his nature to treat any woman wrong...well...usually. Tres's nature was somewhat suspect.

"So your name is Selina...I'm Sieg...Sieg Ecstuffuan.


So you here for anything in particular or just needed some company.", he was lying again. Though he was good at lying, as a warrior he had mastered deception. It may have been a mistake to use his fathers name but that was the first one to come to mind and the only people who would know of the name were people in the fighters circles, which weren't too big these days.

He would pick up some kind of dumpling with a set of chopsticks and shove it whole into his mouth.

"Oh...heh..."

Tres's plate was clean and he was full. He would lean back and slump in his chair, spreading his legs to make himself more comfortable. He would look at the girl closely for a while and then say,

"Well, what did dear old mummy describe me as looking like?"

He would reach forward for a tooth pick and would remove it, he would lean back again and begin to pick his teeth uncouthly as he listened to the girl.

(sorry for the slow post)