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 Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 9:07 pm
Ezekiel Valentine
"Call Me Zeke" 
"Laugh Longer"
Zeke looked at Seven, and then at Cypress, and then back at will. "Ye Runt's are From Shibusen" He asked as he opened another bottle and started to drink' keeping at the same pace as Will was, matching her drink for drink. "No wonder ya Sheila are all wonkers, Ya are Shibusen students!" He said happily laughing. "Now at least i know ye' not fully wonkers ya about par for Shibusen" He said still drinking between each other word.
"Live Louder"
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 9:50 am
Cypress narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips in Zeke's general direction. "You know about Shibusen?" she asked with one hand on her hip, the other clutching Will's chair.
From what she knew, the Death Weapons Meister Academy was only popular with those directly related to it. She'd never even heard of Death City before her first weapon transformation, but her parents and older brother were pretty into it.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 10:10 am
Me name's Will Grady.....Wilhelmina Grady Will continued to pour the searing liquid of bottle2 down her throat as they talked about Shibusen. All her functional brain-process was focused on keeping that bit of her brain from intoxication. That was the trick.
If you could keep at least that little part mostly sober, you could go on drinking for forever and a day!
Besides, that little part of her bram also realized if she lost- not only would she be putting to shame her homeland and her name..... but she'd already had so much that the price must be..... she didn't even want to think about that!
Or what Cypress would do to her!
'T'a lass c'n sure raise'sa starm when she's sparked!' Will thought vaguely to herself.
She pulled the bottle away from her mouth just to say, "Yea wur frum Shibusun~! An' wunce A kick yer ash wu're gonna dulivver un ta da kishun-egg!" she slurred with a grin. Then got back to her drink.
She reached into her pocket, looking for a cig- but found none.
"Annyin go' a smoke~?" she asked lazily.
Jus' 'avin a good taim! .....can ye point me to a pub?
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 1:01 pm
Ezekiel Valentine
"Call Me Zeke"
"Laugh Longer"
A grin grew across Zeke's face as Cypress asked if he knew about Shibusen. "Ohh course I' do, Little Sheila, Ya looking at Cark Scythe South America, Ezekiel Valentine" He said before taking another long drink form the bottle in his hand. "I'm fairly spot on, that Ya mate here' is not the Age to light up a Smoke" He said to Cypress, tilting his head to Will. "An She ouh't to hold her tounge when it com'e to babbling 'bout the Kishin" He said to Cypress. he then Finished hi bottle and opened the Final one of his; he knew Will would be out of it and gone most likely before she finished this third bottle. "Ho's Old Shinigami-sama, livin' it out" He asked to Cypress with a laugh. Hearing the Aussie say such long word such as Shinigimi-sama sounded odd.
"Live Louder"
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 2:36 pm
Me name's Will Grady.....Wilhelmina Grady Will gave a doped-out scowl. "Wha ya mean A ain't t'a age? A'm o' age in Ameraca, an pr'ey much e'rra country in Euurope! T'is is bullshit!" she grumbled. She guzzled down the last of her second bottle and moved on to the third and final bottle.
About half way through, she stopped scowling and switched back to her typica-Will self, grins and all. "Uhgoabro'roossaduh'shyt~" she slurred.
There was no possible way any one could have made that out!
She just pushed it to her mouth and in a few more seconds slammed it down on the table. Finishing it.
She
looked
smashed
out
of
her
mind
She started looking around for another drink to magically appear. One man who just wanted to watch her keep going handed her a bottle which only had a mouthfull gone. She eagerly took with a mischevious grin. She started gulping it down.
SO MUCH SCALDING!!!
She just had to last a few moree......
Will's eyes grew foggy and slowly closed as she fell sideways out of her chair.
One leg was still half on the chair, the other hung off it at an awkward position. Only half her back touched the ground, her arms were slumped in all sorts of wierd angles and the bottle had rolled a few inches away- empty.... and her headphones were still blaring.
Well.... she gave it a good run. Gotta give her props for trying, she'd had to have had at least 8 or 9 bottles of some pretty strong stuff!
Indeed, she had lost.... but she had nothing to be ashamed of.
And somewhere, in the sea-side town of Doolin, Shaun Grady was smiling with pride, though he couldn't tell why.
Jus' 'avin a good taim! .....can ye point me to a pub?
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 3:00 pm
Ezekiel Valentine
"Call Me Zeke"
"Laugh Longer"
"Winner!" Zeke said with a cheer as he stood up and threw his arms into the air. He wanted to have more fun with her response to his joke about her not being the right age, but she was out cold. "Sorry little Sheila but ya can't stomach ya grog like an Aussie can!" He said reaching over and grabbing a dancer who had been watching and kissed her, sending her spinning away with a light fling, before looking back at Cypress. With a look saying. 'Sorry love' He then crouched down and propped Will up so she was sitting normally.
A man then walked over to Cypress and patted her shoulder. "Sorry, but it looked like your friend is out cold; it appearse you are taking the Bill, for this little party" He said handing her a bill for the drinks, that rang up to just a bit over $900. "I Rounded it down for the good show she put on" He said looking down at Cypress. "So how are you going to pay for this?" He asked still looking down at the girl with a smile; tilting his head to the side slightly.
"Live Louder"
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 6:16 pm
 Cypress was just about to ask Zeke what kind of weapon he was when the crowd erupted into cheers at Will's grand finale. She quickly disregarded whatever it was the Australian was talking about and went to go grab her partner, but Zeke beat her to it. Again, she opened her mouth to talk, but was pulled away by a man with a rather lengthy bill.
She looked the piece of paper over carefully, and her mouth dropped open again. The din of the crowd excitedly exchanging money won and lost in bets managed to sufficiently censor any obscenities Cypress may have shrieked.
Eyes wide in horror, Cypress gaped like a beached fish, turning from the man who handed her the bill, to Zeke, to the crowd, to Will. The smoking anger she felt in her face clashed with the cold dread in her stomach. Will may have been passed out with alcohol poisoning, but Cypress was the one who wanted to throw up.
"I--I-I ca-I can't--" she sputtered frantically. Finally, she just gave up trying to talk and moaned, releasing a thick plume of smoke. They'd been in Brazil for only a day and Will had managed to break both Cypress's wallet, and her brain.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 6:43 pm
Me name's Will Grady.....Wilhelmina Grady After Zeke had put her sitting upright, Will's unconscious body slumped face down on the table.
It took her a couple minutes, but Will soon woke. Much sooner than one would have thought.... like MUCH sooner!
This action raising a few more cheers and laughs from the crowd.
"MMmmmuuuuhhh....." she groaned as she slowly opened her eyes. She blinked a few times and put her hands down on the table to push herself into a somewhat straighter posture. She was still flaming, but she was slowly getting her thoughts together. The first being....
She lost.
Will had a bit of an ashamed pout as she looked down at the table half-absent-mindedly. But that changed to a simple blank stare as she looked up at Zeke. Will gave a heavy sigh then snapped her grin back on her face.
Sticking out her hand to shake (using every ounce of effort she had) she said, "Ye held yers good! Naicela done!"
As much as she hated losing, and I mean REALLY hated losing, she wasn't gonna be a brat about it. If she had to admit defeat, she would do so with dignity.
Not doing so would only disgrace her family name even more in Will's mind.
Jus' 'avin a good taim! .....can ye point me to a pub?
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 7:36 pm
Ezekiel Valentine
"Call Me Zeke"
"Laugh Longer"
Zeke looked down at will and smiled. "Ye did fine yer'self little Sheila" He said nodding happily. He then looked back at Cypress who looked as though she was going to explode. He then rubbed the back of his head. 'I'm glad im not going to be working with 'er any time soon' Zeke though to himself with a laugh. He then looked back at Will and smile holding out a hand to help her up.
"You got anyone you can forward it to, we don't care what kind of payment it is, but seeing as how your friend here lost so one of you two need to pay; Cash, Credit card, or forwarding it; as long as i get it from one of yout two's hand" He said crossing his arms and looking down at Cypress, he didn't look mad or mean; just threatening due to his size. "So how ya gonn'a do it?" He asked once more.
"Live Louder"
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 8:36 pm
Will was met with a vision full of white and black splotches as Cypress slapped the bill in her face.
"WHAT are you going to do about this? WHAT are YOU going to do about THIS!?!"
It probably wouldn't do much good to consult the half-conscious Will on the matters of finance, but the screaming was helping Cypress vent.
"We can't even sell your organs on the black market, as YOU'VE PICKLED THEM."
She started off on another tangent when the bartender caught her attention again, telling her it didn't matter how they paid. His interruption was sufficient enough to redirect Cypress's rage away from Will for the time being.
"Oh? OH? OH!? We can pay however we want, can we!? Do we have your permission!? Why THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH, GOOD SIR! That'll be just FINE. AND. DANDY. Given we don't have any money with which to pay you in any sort of payment we'd like. YOU SHOULD GET A MEDAL OF HONOR FOR YOUR GENEROSITY YOU--"
Cypress shut up abruptly as a large hand clamped onto her shoulder. She slowly turned to the large man behind her. Instead of a look of intimidation to be expected of the situation, Cypress looked about ready to tear the man's arm off. With her teeth.
"'Ey, 'ey, hold on a second..." the man chuckled through a cloud of alcoholic vapor and a thick, Portuguese accent, "Ya don't need to be going 'round shoutin' the poor man's ears off. Y'see, the guys an' me here won quite a bit of cash off your buddy's competition here..." he thrust the thumb of his free hand over his shoulder to a crowd of bar patrons behind him, all looking significantly more jovial that the people who presumably put money down on Will. Cypress's glare deadpanned.
"Gee. Thanks." she replied, still in sarcasm mode.
"Naw, naw, I'm sayin' we're so impressed with yer friend, we're willing to pitch in a bit'v our winnings to help you girls out." He guffawed loudly, followed by a chorus of his companions.
Cypress's glare disappeared entirely. "R-R-Really!?" She didn't have to ruin her new clothes whacking Will to pieces for spare parts?!
"Sure, sure!" the stranger replied, releasing Cypress's shoulder. He appeared quite happy--must've put quite a bit of money down on Zeke...
"It's 1,700 Brazilian Real..."
"*cough*... Uh, oh... Um... no problem, kid." His cheerful demeanor faltered a bit and he ran a hand through his wavy, black hair. He turned to his compatriots for a moment, where they all responded similarly. Regardless, they broke up their huddle, and gathered around Cypress, muttering sullenly in Portuguese.
Cypress sweatdropped. Her anger had diffused, but now she was feeling kind of bad for taking the winnings off these good Samaritans. Not bad enough to refuse the offer, though. Once the crowd of donors backed off, she innocently passed the handful of cash over to the bartender.
"Can we go now?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 8:55 pm
Ezekiel Valentine
"Call Me Zeke"
"Laugh Longer"
Zeke watched as the others throughout the bar offered to pay for the drinks. "So looks, like th'as all cleared up" He said happily looking over at Cypress. "So what are ya Sheila do'in here anyways, from the babble of yer' mate here I get the idea of a Kishin" He said still looking at the girl who was calming down from the bill.
The Bartender looked at the money and counted it after Cypress handed it to him. He then nodded. "Alright ya can go if you want" He said then walking over to the others, if Cypress and Will, weren't the one's paying those drunks are not getting a discount and he was getting his money.
"Live Louder"
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 10:10 am
Me name's Will Grady.....Wilhelmina Grady "MMPH!!" Will grunted when Cypress slapped the bill in her face. She had to squint really hard to make out the letters when they were so close. Not that it was really registering just how much they she owed. Though, Cypress's rant did give her the feeling that if it came down to it, she'd start selling off Will's body parts for cash.
Will sweatdropped with a twinge of fear (or the small amout that could gather in her drunken state anyway) as her partner went of at anyone and everyone who spoke to her.
Utter RELIEF swept over her when she realized that people were actually pitching in to pay off her debt. With a dopey, drunken grin she laughed,
"Awwww! T'anksha lo' gais!"
Will stood up but tripped on- well nothing- and practically fell on Cypress, swinging an arm over her partner's shoulder to steady herself.
"See? i t'all warked oot! A go' me drinks, we di'n' 'ave ta paay an' isshall goo~d~!" she slurred, eyes half lidded and barely able to stand even with an arm around Cypress.
Jus' 'avin a good taim! .....can ye point me to a pub?
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 8:41 pm
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Seven looked longingly at Will.
“Oh, to be drunk. I remember it and miss it dearly.”
Seven rarely got drunk. She got tipsy sometimes, but she hadn’t actually gotten drunk since she was twelve. Perhaps she’d built up an immunity. But then again, she liked to think that it was her genes. There had to be some witch in her somewhere, right? Being Lady Luck’s daughter and all. The only real ‘witch’, or ‘abnormal’ trait she had otherwise was her pink hair, which she considered a marker of her special-ness. But she was sure there had to be more. Since when was a half-witch so terribly human? She assumed she’d become witch-like when she was older. Maybe those traits were just dormant for now. That was the only explanation.
She still wasn’t hanging on Rydel, which was strange for her. She man-handled him a lot, even she could recognize that. When she wasn’t tugging him around by the arm, she was hugging him, or leaning on him, or something like that. But now she was just holding his hand. And perhaps that was be best sign of affection she could give, because it was the most genuine. Sure she teased him, but she couldn’t watch him be all uncomfortable like he had been a minute ago. They were that sort of team. When Seven was upset, Rydel was there to tell her how great she was in seven different ways and cheer her up again. When Rydel was upset, Seven was there to remind him that he had a friend who would stick by him. And when they were both upset, they could be depressed together. So while they were a dysfunctional duo, they were closer than most folks could imagine.
Cypress seemed to have noticed the rapid change in both their emotions, and had offered to let them leave for Rydel’s sake, but they’d ended up staying till’ the end of Will’s fight. He was fine with Seven there. And besides, if they were to go off in search of a place to stay, they’d never find the other pair again. Everyone in this group was rather gifted at getting lost.
“Hmm…did you say we’re staying the night, Cypress?” Seven asked.
“Cause’ if I’m lucky, which I am, I can get us the mother of all discounts…”
She grinned. Oh, she loved this sort of thing. She hadn’t paid full price for anything as for as long as she could remember. Unless they were going to hunt the Kishin now instead. She’d be a little upset at not getting to swindle someone…but fighting a Kishin was like a game to her too. Any fight was. Everything was just one big casino to Lucky Seven.
Absolutely everything.
Well, except Rydel, of course.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 8:21 am
While honestly relieved, Cypress couldn't help but feel irritated at having to support the drunken Will, who'd nearly toppled them both when she decided to use the weapon has a crutch. She growled something incoherant and flashed Zeke a "look".
"You know about Shibusen. I'm sure you can hazard a guess," she replied blandly. She still didn't trust the guy, but Will (and admittedly, herself included) had already spilled the beans about the Shibusen/Kishin thing a while back, so there wasn't much use trying to act coy about it.
Meanwhile, she nodded to the bartender in acknowledgement and turned her attention to Seven. "Well, I'd really like to avoid having Will wandering around, much less wielding me in this condition." She shrugged her shoulders with Will draped across them.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 9:47 am
Me name's Will Grady.....Wilhelmina Grady Will let out another round of laughter. "Wha~? Ya t'ink A caan' wield ye whail drunk? HAH!"
Will was grinning- no, beaming with pride. She raised her fist in the air and said,
"Iffat whushaMcCalli' shoos i's ugly mug 'roond 'ere A'll pu' i' doon laik a dog!"
Addmittedly, Will actually was pretty good with the drunken-fist "style". Though, with her it wasn't really a style since she typically was drunk!
Though, at this moment in time, the drink may have been boosting her already through-the-roof self-confidence level just a bit.
Jus' 'avin a good taim! .....can ye point me to a pub?
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