Post by Tori Tori Chopper on Jul 11, 2011 18:34:22 GMT -5
After a successfully surviving their cooking lessons, and their surprising entire week without blowing up anything other than what they had already destroyed. The Hard-Hat's set sail to their next destination after a mystery had been revealed within Conomi island. And after very little discussion about the matter, the prodigy doctor: Robin Downing, boarded their ship before they departed without a question towards it, as she had already been accepted as one of the crew. Though with this extended time of peace and lack of explosions. Many thoughts went towards the events that will occur upon their next stop, and how they were going to tackle the obstacles that lay between them and their final cruise across the East Blue.
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'Gaah! Stupid-Frikin'! Damn! Thing!'
Torin couldn't help but complain as he continued to re-apply his own bandages. Only at a quick glance his entire body shivered at the sight of the two large holes in his lower arm, wrapping them up quickly and throwing on all sorts of different liquids before applying the final layer, grumbling away to himself as his complaining was muffled by his mouth-usage in finishing off the knot. 'I mean, it will grow back to normal, right? I can't even move the damn thing any more.' he showed all who were watching even though it needed no evidence, even though he may have even just been talking to himself.. His arm flailing left and right in a limp motion as he lurched his body from side to side. 'It looks so stupid..' He weeped to himself as he took a glance around the once again land-less ocean waves. 'What the hell am I going to do without an arm.. Or maybe..' Torin pondered for a moment and with a cheerful grin he dashed off to his room before returning with a stack of at least seven books, the simply looking at the amount would bore someone to death.. 'I guess I'll just see what I can do about making my arm work faster..' He said quietly to himself as he began to bury himself in the first book he picked off the pile, sliding down the wall beside the most wanted board and mumbling away to himself.
He felt like he needed to be at his best, though the others may know what's just around the corner he had not told them himself that the next destination on the line they had been following was back to where it all started, and from what they had discovered in Rouge-town there is a lot that can go wrong.. Or on the other side right, by returning there rather than just skipping it all together. Though as much as he wanted to simply laze through the next couple of days and just head straight to the Hard-Hat's destined goal, he wasn't the only one he had to decide for any more, people had things to do, and it was just so convenient that they were all on the same island. Some things, however, seemed to have simple slotted into place as Robin seemed as happy as ever being aboard the ship, teaming with the Hard-Hat's more out of sympathy rather than desire, though that was understandable.. They pretty much got injured every single day anyway. Her presence was somewhat assuring, though she had offered numerous times to deal with Torin's wounds for him, he had insisted that he had it covered, he had after all. But the idea that she was there in case he was really injured, or suddenly decided the actual doctor knew what was best was comforting to say the least.. His crew had grown quite the bit in such a short time, and he had a feeling it wasn't going to stop any time soon..
The sun began to rise as beams of light shot across the dark ocean, as much as he would love to know what his crew-mates were doing he was simply too lazy to move around the place and actually ask them things, they would appear aboard the deck eventually. Then he would be able to talk to them about the next step, as far as he was aware, they had a lot planned for Rouge-town. 'So guys! What are we going to do about this whole marine thingy-ma-bob! Not to mention Brick, and the thousands of other marines.. I mean its not like they don't know what we look like y'know?' He yelled this pretty loudly, as if screaming it loud enough would prey upon sleeping ears if not anyone who was awake on the ship. It allowed him to talk to people he didn't know were there and not have to take his eyes off the page.
He thought it was genius.