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Marco the Phoenix ([personal profile] fierybluebird) wrote2010-07-20 04:51 pm

[Appointment Post / Voicemail]



[Voice]
Hey, couldn't get to the comm right away, probably out kicking things. Since that doesn't last long, leave me a message and I'll get back to you as fast as I can, eh?

[Text]
Have a haiku.

There was a bluebird
Who was too busy for you
Leave me a message

[ooc: This post is a catch-all for threads that have to happen between posts. Start off with the Date & whether it's text/video in the comment bar and leave the IC message below.]

July 31st; video

[identity profile] dontcallmegol.livejournal.com 2011-08-02 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
It's no different here is it? I've always wondered why I was even born in our world and I don't even know why I'm still here either. I've always wanted to just make my own way, but since coming here, I've lost it...

I don't know what I want or what I should do. I just keep drifting hoping that someone will need me and that I won't be forgotten. I dread the day you all go home and I'm left here... alone.

Or I go home to disappear forever. Left in the memory of our world as the Son of the Pirate King. Cause, lets face it Marco, no matter how much I kick, scream and fight to convince everyone that Whitebeard is my father, there's no changing what Sengoku did to me. No one will believe otherwise, all they'll see is what's in my blood. They don't care what Pops has meant to me or otherwise.

I shouldn't care about what people think. But... the fact of the matter is I do. I've been fighting them since I was born. Struggling to live in a world that wanted to see me dead before I was old enough to sail.

{He sighed.} Despite how much of a shit hole this place is, at least I don't have to deal with that, so in the end I'm better off here. But hell if I know what I should do with this life if I'm going to be trapped here till I'm old and grey. What can I do?

{Wow this got depressing fast.}

July 31st; video

[identity profile] dontcallmegol.livejournal.com 2011-08-02 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
... {He's listening even if he can't quite look you in the eye right now. For a moment he closes his eyes and sighs, seeming to accept what you say. It seems in his tone and gaze that he's found some sort of peace in all of this but one fact still remains.}

I can't help but feel like... the weight of this world has fallen upon my shoulders and I'm not so sure I can be the one to carry it. I'm not ready yet but I feel like I have to be. I'm one of the last ones to survive this place for so long that can, or will take initiative to do something. And we both know that no one really wants Denmark to take over. Though I can't deny he's probably made the most progress I've seen in a long time.

I don't know... maybe-- I mean something needs to be done. We're all kind of lost like this and with so many people gone who kept everything going, like water or supplies or... damn near everything, we have to build up again from scratch for any new people.

I'm not going to lie that I'm worried about how we'll keep going here in Spero, if we should stay, if Discedo is inhabitable again, should we go back? I've been trying to work all this out while fixing up the Hardy. Someone's got to make a decision it may as well be me.

I brought these people here. They're my responsibility. I'm the Captain now which means I gotto take charge. I have yet to see anyone else try.