The Hate Game [Finn/Open]

[shinku]

Her eyes turned big and she turned over to Finn. "It's your first time seeing Mikans? Well.. This are mikan trees, and the fruit, this orange ones are Mikans." Nojiko explained to him. It never crossed her mind that there might be a person who doesn't know what Mikans are.

"You don't walk around a lot on Islands, do you? Or at least not in market places where they sell fruits or on land where they are farming. If you did you'd knew what they are for sure."

She took a fruit from the nearest tree and threw it to him. "You helped me picking them up remember?" she winked. "The trees here belong to me and my sister. Oh and we're nearly at my house now, just a little farther and we're there."

She picked some more mikans and put them in her basket. After all she had promised him mikan juice and fresh mikans were the best for that. Nojiko opened the door and let him in. The room was tidy and bright. On a table in the room where two plates, still empty but ready for dinner.
"I have a guest later, I hope you don't mind. Oh and don't worry. He's nice and won't do you harm." she added since Finn looked a bit like a lost child. She smiled and went over to the kitchen and started to make juice.

[EriChar]

((Posting at Sabre’s request. =3))

Finn followed Nojiko into her house, it was quite neat and tidy, with two plates on the table.
Was she expecting a guest? He wondered, and as if reading his mind she told him that her friend was coming, who would do him no harm. Finn felt relieved, he had already had too much excitement for one day and didn’t want to be chased out of this nice girl’s neat home as well.

Setting his belongings down near the doorway, Finn didn’t sit down as he didn’t want to presume that she had allowed him, he was also slightly nervous at being in the home of a girl for the first time. Instead, as he waited, he quietly glanced around the home, his eyes fixing on a small picture on a dresser. On it was a young girl with the same hair colour as the woman he was with now, probably her when she was younger. With the girl was another young girl who looked to have a cute mischief about her, and then a grown up woman with a tough hair style and cigarette that in no way diminished her good looks.

It seemed to be a happy scene, probably ten years ago or more.
Finn smiled to see how happy they were, and wondered if the other two people were the family of Nojiko. It made him recall is own home, with Aunt Jocey and Serf…

((I just realised that Both Finn and Nami/Nojiko were raised by an adoptive mother!
Interesting, ne?))

[shinku]

Nojiko came back with a tray that had a big jar and two glasses with mikan juice on it. She gave Finn a big smile and put the glass in front of him. "Here you go! Drink up. You can have as much as you like, I can always go and make more."
She noticed his gaze that was fixed on the photograph. "Ah that. This is Nami, the one next to me with the orange hair, my cute little sister and the beautiful woman is Bellemere, my mother. You saw her grave when we meet at the cliff. They are my family."

She smiled and sat down on the other chair in front of Finn, giving him a friendly smile and starting to drink her juice. She noticed that he wasn't feeling comfortable but there was not much she could do against that. As she saw it.. all you could do was invite people and talk to them, but if they would accept the gesture was clearly up to them. You couldn't force people to their luck or to be intelligent, they would have to find out for them self what was best to do and what they felt best with doing in their life.

"Ah.. I think I hear Genzo coming. He's part of the family too."

[sabrejustice]

"Festival! Entertainment! Yes, yes! Dancing! Fun must be had! Everyone must be overjoyed!" Albtraum spoke as he danced across the rooftops, the people in the street drinking and laughing. Perhaps it seemed bizarre that they would begin to have a huge party of sorts like this so abruptly in the middle of the day, but the truth was, with Arlong having ruled them for many years, they'd lost most of their sense of fun with it. Rediscovering that joy and fun they'd once had was what drew them to Albtraum like a magnet. His dancing and wild antics impressed the crowd gathered in the street and, inspired by his ability to entertain himself, they had joined him in. Hopping from the rooftop of a building to a telephone pole, he suddenly held up his hand to reveal a set of knives drawn from seemingly nowhere that he suddenly began to juggle around, attracting more attention to himself.

"Come on people, have more fun! Go more wild! Entertain! Make merry! Drink, if that is your wish, or eat to your heart's content!" he cried out in the middle of his performance, certainly earning an honest cry of laughter and delight in agreement. Chuckling, the gentleman watched them all with his sharp eyes, grin spreading across his face. 'Ah, like the Pied Piper I lead them - Like the magician I entertain! Tonight, I wonder, will I receive any applause as I chop someone in two? Kukuku...' he pondered within his mind, the little cogs of his brain whirring at full speed as he contemplated things. Ah, he'd definitely give these people a performance. Brought together like this in such a huge crowd, it would be a delight like no other to see how they respond to his finale.

'Ah, how I do hope Mr. Fishman does make a return for our Finale. It would be such a shame to let him miss it!' he thought to himself, smiling wide for the audience he captivated.