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Fanfic - Faded Memories (One Piece)
May. 22nd, 2015 02:02 pmWell now. I guess it's time for my annual post to prove this isn't a sock puppet or abandoned account. Or something. Anyways, I'm back to writing fanfic, this time for my current obsession One Piece. And older story that I'd almost finished years ago and refined and polished up the past few weeks.
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The sea train pulled into the station at St. Poplar on a stormy day. The passengers grumbled as they got out, fumbling to find umbrellas or coats to protect them from the rain. One woman didn’t bother though; she simply limped her way up the street, pausing to notice the houses covered in…were those soap bubbles? Shaking her head, she continued on to the hotel, not wishing to spend more time getting wet than she had to.
When he finally woke up, Rob Lucci was relieved to find himself alive and alone. Hattori fluttered to the window sill of what appeared to be a hospital room and let out a happy series of chirps before flying off again. He closed his eyes again, falling back asleep.
The next time he woke up, the room was filled with the other members of Cipher Pol 9 perched on stools, chairs, the window ledge (next to a returned Hattori) and even crammed into the corner, filling the room. They’d been talking quietly amongst themselves, waiting to see that their leader was truly going to survive after all. The doctor squeezed into the room to give Lucci a quick exam and then left, saying the patient needed to rest in bed for at least another four days and warning the others not to tire him out too much.
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Title: Faded Memories
Author: Rhyssa Fireheart
Pairings: None at this time
Fandom: One Piece
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Don’t own it, never will. Just like to play around with it in my mind.
Author: Rhyssa Fireheart
Pairings: None at this time
Fandom: One Piece
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Don’t own it, never will. Just like to play around with it in my mind.
The sea train pulled into the station at St. Poplar on a stormy day. The passengers grumbled as they got out, fumbling to find umbrellas or coats to protect them from the rain. One woman didn’t bother though; she simply limped her way up the street, pausing to notice the houses covered in…were those soap bubbles? Shaking her head, she continued on to the hotel, not wishing to spend more time getting wet than she had to.
When he finally woke up, Rob Lucci was relieved to find himself alive and alone. Hattori fluttered to the window sill of what appeared to be a hospital room and let out a happy series of chirps before flying off again. He closed his eyes again, falling back asleep.
The next time he woke up, the room was filled with the other members of Cipher Pol 9 perched on stools, chairs, the window ledge (next to a returned Hattori) and even crammed into the corner, filling the room. They’d been talking quietly amongst themselves, waiting to see that their leader was truly going to survive after all. The doctor squeezed into the room to give Lucci a quick exam and then left, saying the patient needed to rest in bed for at least another four days and warning the others not to tire him out too much.
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