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Post by China on Apr 6, 2010 20:17:08 GMT -5
The bright morning sun slowly creaked through Yao's window until it shone into Yao's sleeping face. Slowly Yao opened his eyes to be greeted by the yellow sun, and sat up from his spot on the bed, and looked out the window. The day was gorgeous, and it was hard to believe such a terrible storm was the night before.
After staring out at sea in admiration for a few minutes longer, Yao got out of bed and changed into his clothes. He quickly brushed out his hair and tied it back into his signature ponytail and let it rest on his left shoulder.
Once he deemed himself presentable, Yao stepped out of his room, and went on his morning rounds. First thing had to do was wake everyone who wasn't already to begin another day at sea.
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Post by Wonsanji on Apr 6, 2010 20:42:25 GMT -5
Yong Soo lay curled up in his hanging bed, snoring softly as the hammock rocked with the waves. With each breath the curl on his head shifted, the little face exhaling with the young Asian’s every inhale in unspoken agreement. Tightly wrapped in the Korean’s arms was a soft gray plush shaped similarly to a rocket, with a red-tip on top and red wings on bottom, wearing a very cute expression.
Yong Soo’s face twitched, his nose wrinkling, before he almost violently rolled over in the bed, jerking it into a forceful swing. Snarling in his sleep, the Korean mumbled, “Gimme back my kimchi, Honda, if ya know what’s good for you…” before settling down again, gripping tighter on the plushie nuke and stroking it.
Silence soon reasserted itself, as light began to crawl into the room, stretching over the Korean’s back but failing to wake him.
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Post by China on Apr 6, 2010 21:01:05 GMT -5
First on the list of waking people up, Yong Soo. He was always the one who was hardest to wake up, so Yao figured he would start with him today. Yao lightly knocked on Yong Soo's door.
"Yong Soo you up, aru?" Yao asked. After waiting a few seconds, Yao didn't get a reply. Not that this surprised him at all. He knew Yong Soo was sleeping. Yao sighed and knocked on the door a bit harder this time.
"Yong Soo get up. It's time to start a new day, aru," Yao said.
Still no reply.
This time Yao opened Yong Soo's door to see him sleeping soundly, cuddling his little nuke plushie, which Yao still found not only odd, but disliked the Korean even having. Nothing good ever came out of nukes, so he couldn't fathom why Yong Soo insisted on keeping the plushie. Yao never really pushed the subject too much farther, and just let him keep the plushie. It didn't affect him in a negative way, so Yao found no harm in Yong Soo actually having it.
Yao walked over to Yong Soo's bed, and nudged the Korean a bit, "Wake up, aru. It's time to start a new day."
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Post by Wonsanji on Apr 6, 2010 21:58:40 GMT -5
Yong Soo shifted, making an unintelligible noise, as his eyes slowly began to open. “…Yao-Hyungnim?” he murmured, still sleepy. His eyes shut, and then snapped open, instantly awake. Yong Soo beamed, opening both his arms and mouth wide to greet the other, “Morning, daaA-!” but getting cut off as he over-balanced, tilting the hammock and sliding off. The Korean fell to the floor with a thump. “…ze.”
Lifting up on his elbows and shaking his head like a wet dog, the Korean gave the other a sheepish grin as he rubbed his aching skull, eyes tearing up a little. “Start the daily bump count at one, da ze~” Laughing more out of embarrassment than mirth, Yong Soo scrambled into a crouch, balancing on the balls of his feet, elbows on his knees, and looking up at the other. With his messy bed-head, plain blue boxers, white-tank, and bright smile, the Korean looked more like a kid than a pirate.
The plushie nuke lay off to the side, smiling cutely towards the shadows.
Hyungnim = A more respectful way of saying 'older brother'
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Post by China on Apr 7, 2010 22:03:20 GMT -5
Yao jumped back instantly as Yong Soo started violently shaking in his bed, and only watched as the Korean fell onto the floor. If Yong Soo didn't do that practically every morning Yao might have showed a bit more concern for Yong Soo's safety though that wasn't to say that Yao was at least a little bit worried whenever the Korean bonked his head on the hardwood floor.
Yao sighed in relief when he saw Yong Soo bounced up, and seemed unscathed.
"Don't goof around, aru," Yao scolded lightly. "We have a lot of work ahead of us today, so start getting ready."
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Post by Wonsanji on Apr 14, 2010 23:09:23 GMT -5
The Korean nodded, giving a lazy salute, "Right away, da ze~" Springing up to his feet, Yong Soo stretched his arms in a wide stretch, yawning, before rubbing his neck and looking down at the other. Grinning mischievously as he once again noted the size-difference, Yong Soo turned around and leant over his hammock, pulling out almost at random a long-sleeved shirt, a blue vest, and a pair of black pants.
Yong Soo shrugged on his shirt, and, glancing down, managed to spot the plushie. For the briefest of moments, a strange, oddly frightened look crossed his features, but, remembering that the other was in the room Yong Soo decided to act as though he didn't mind. 'I have no idea where I got that thing, da ze, but it's creepy. Wish I could get rid of it.' No matter what he did, though, the Eastern Asian could never quite manage to properly dispose of the nuke--it was almost as if some strange spiritual force bound him to the thing, an internal clingyness. It made him uncomfortable.
Turning around to sit on the hammock, the Korean began to talk, tugging on his pants as he did. "What's the plan today, da ze? Ship-work, navigation, managing clientele?" Yong Soo expected the answer to be a mix of the three, to be honest--their crew was not, and probably never would be, large enough that no-one had to multi-task. Not that that was a problem, since multi-tasking originated in Korea, but still.
"Ooh! Or, or, or, are we going to have a morning spar, da ze?" Yong Soo beamed, clearly keen on the idea as he slid the vest onto his shoulders. If there was one thing that got the Korean excited--but, of course, there were many, as enthusiasm originated in Korea--it was getting the chance to practice martial arts with his hyungnim.
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Post by China on May 5, 2010 19:53:37 GMT -5
"Ship-work was what I had in mind for today since it has become a bit messy as of late, but I like your idea of a morning spar too, aru," Yao said giving Yong Soo's suggestion some thought.
"How about I cook up breakfast, and then you can start up some easy tasks around the ship while I prepare some food. After we eat we can then take a break for a bit and have a small spar after it," Yao suggested. "We haven't had a spar in a while, so we shouldn't get out of practice we do some dangerous things for a living after all, aru."
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Post by Wonsanji on May 7, 2010 22:36:41 GMT -5
Yong Soo beamed, practically bouncing with excitement on the hammock, clapping his sleeves, "Mansae~ Komapsumnida, Yao-Hyungnim~" The Korean leapt from his hammock, wobbling a bit as the ship lurched but managing to remain standing, "But first, I'll go wake Jag-eun Noleu- ah, I mean, Cái, da ze~"
Tossing a final broad smile over his shoulder, Yong Soo scampered from the room's open door, bare feet tapping across the floor and sleeves trailing behind him. To add to the fun, he made airplane noises as he ran. "Vrrrrroooom-taka-taka-taka-taka~"
Running a small circuit in front of Cai's door, the Korean spun into a stop, slamming his palms onto the wooden frame of the door, beating a distinct rhythm sure to rouse not only the room's occupant, but several others in the rooms nearby. "Rise and shine, da ze~! Yao-Hyung's making breakfast! <3"
Komapsumnida = informal way of saying thank you Jag-eun Noleumkkun = Little Gambler, Korea's nickname for Cái. XD
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Post by China on May 10, 2010 23:30:03 GMT -5
Yao watched as Yong Soo run off to go wake Cái up. Yao couldn't help, but smile a bit at the sight. It was good to see young people so energetic in the morning. He was getting rather used to the sluggish behavior of those younger than him surrounding him. Yao watched Yong Soo's back get smaller and smaller in the distance until he couldn't see it anymore.
Yao sighed, and headed over to the kitchen and thought about what to make for today's breakfast. He knew they were running low on some foods, so they would have to restock on some things the next time the docked. Yao decided to go with a light meal since he knew that he and Yong Soo were going to have a spar a little after breakfast. Eggs seemed like a good choice in Yao's mind, and whipped up some Egg Foo Yung.
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Post by England on Jun 2, 2010 22:15:20 GMT -5
Cái had been blissfully unaware of anything, dreams for once untroubled by nightmares or insomnia. That is, he had been unaware - then a thump on his door followed by repeated bangs and the shrill voice of Yong Soo broke him instantly out of his sleep (not that he actually was listening to what the older boy was saying, all he heard was muffled noise through the wooden door). Heart beating faster at the sudden awakening, he jerked up in bed... bed being a hammock which he promptly fell out of.
Swearing up a storm as he ran a hand over the new bump on his head - to match the others he'd garnered falling out of that damn thing - followed by twisting his arm so he could see that yes, he had skinned his elbow rather well in the fall. "Damn it Nǐ nǎorén de zàoyīn can't you knock like a normal person!?!?" he yelled, getting up and kicking the closed door, ignoring the lancing pain in his foot.
Nǐ nǎorén de zàoyīn = you irritating noise
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Post by Wonsanji on Jun 7, 2010 19:58:59 GMT -5
Upon hearing the muffled thump on the inside, Yong Soo paused in his rapid tattoo on the door, mouth still open in a broad grin even as he worried about the other inside. "Jae-gun noleumkuun?" he inquired, brown eyes wide. He pressed his ear to the door, and, hearing the yell, sighed in quiet relief, "Oh, good, you're not dead da zEe-" The jerk in his voice was caused by the sudden impact to the door, jolting his head.
The Korean stood for a moment, dazed by the impact, before he shook it off and beamed, pulling the door open. "C'mon down to breakfast, da ze~ Yao-Hyung's cooking~!" Without pausing, he grabbed Cái's arm, gently but swiftly dragging the other along behind him.
"I'm sorry about the rude wake-up call, da ze, but don't feel too bad; I fell on my head this morning, too--Yao-Hyung woke me up to start doing chores, first one waking you and everyone else up, da ze, which makes sense since Korea's the Land of the Morning Calm and I can get everyone up pretty calmly. After we're done eating, and finish ship maintanence, Yao-Hyung and I plan on sparring, da ze, won't that be fun?"
As the Korean spoke, other members of the crew plodded out of their rooms, some slower than others, and made their way to the main dining area. Giving a conspiratorial glance around, the Korean leant close to Cái, one sleeve raised to cover his mouth, "Do you want to get a betting pool going, da ze? I'm fairly sure you could garner a healthy profit in favors~" He looked over, winking, "Good luck originated in Korea, y'know~"
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Post by England on Jun 24, 2010 11:11:50 GMT -5
His sour mood lifted slightly when he saw that he'd managed to hit the other with the door when he kicked it out. A small revenge - he loved sleeping the morning away when he got the chance as he dreamed such vivid dreams in the early hours of the day (even if he did forget them mostly by the time he woke up...)
"'Morning calm'?" he muttered under his breath, glaring at the korean's back as even without seeing his face, the man was abnormally cheerful and perky in the morning. "Complete bullshit."
His interest was piqued, waking him up more than he wanted to be that early in the morning. "Betting? On what exactly?" he'd never done too much betting on board a ship (mostly because the ship he'd been on with Yao before was immensely nerve wracking as every time he turned around he could see the men on board staring at him as if he was a bag of meat, just there for them to punch away at) before. In fact... as interesting as betting and gambling sounded, despite the thrill it sent down his spine or the way he perked up at it being mentioned... he couldn't remember ever having bet on anything before.
But it seemed so familiar... maybe it was something he'd done a lot before he'd gotten amnesia? And, he thought eagerly, maybe it would help trigger some of those hidden memories. If not, he supposed, he could at least maybe come away with a hefty profit.
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Post by China on Jun 24, 2010 12:47:42 GMT -5
Yao was just about done with breakfast, and while he let the rice to finish cooking, he decided to set the table. Laying out the plates and chopsticks, Yao realized it's been a while since they all sat down and ate together. Everyone, but Yong Soo had an excuse not to eat with him. Growing up Yao knew Kiku tried to always come up with explanations why he couldn't have dinner with him. Yao could never figure out why though. It wasn't like he was an Asian parent or something.
Just then the timer for the rice went off, and know Yao was really wondering what was taking Yong Soo, so long to get people ready for breakfast. If they didn't hurry up the food will get cold, and one can't get the full taste and satisfaction out of a meal after it's cold, and needs to be reheated.
Deciding to give them five minutes, Yao finished up setting the table, and placed all the food on the table. If they didn't come soon, Yao decided he would go look for them.
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Post by Wonsanji on Jun 27, 2010 20:54:52 GMT -5
Yong Soo snickered behind his sleeve, leaning close to the other, “A betting pool on the spar, da ze~” The Korean grinned, clearly looking forward to the prospect of dueling with his Chinese family-friend. “Yao-Hyung’s got moves, but it’s far from clear cut—I’m pretty sure I have enough people here willing to bet on me, da ze~ It should be interesting~”
Yong Soo could tell from the way Cái's eyes lit up that the boy was already more than half-way convinced, and the Korean let out a soft chuckle, looking up around the room to see it was as close to full as it was going to get. Smiling, the Asian captain let go of the other, winking at the boy to indicate he should start circulating now, and paced towards the kitchen.
He spread the sliding door wide, grinning at Yao, and waved, “We’re ready for food, da ze~” He looked across the table spread, nodding in approval, and stepped in, shifting his sleeves up and grabbing a plate.
The Korean began filling his plate, humming cheerfully, as people began to file in behind him, “I always love your cooking, Yao-Hyung~” Sitting down at the head of the table, Yong Soo crossed his legs on the pillow and began digging in, the curl of hair forming a small heart. He left available seats next to him for both Yao and Cái.
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Post by England on Aug 5, 2010 14:13:32 GMT -5
Cái felt like smacking himself at how obvious an answer that was. So, with a quick nod he nearly hopped over to the table and began a whispered conversation with the men and women of the crew. And, surprisingly, only a few minutes later, he had a good-sized wad of money shoved up his sleeve as he sat down beside the korean, leaving room on the other side for Yao.
"Odd are Yao twelve to your five." he snickered under his breath. "Not as even as you thought, hmm?" of course, he wouldn't admit he was one of the five that was voting for the korean. He also hoped the investment was well made.
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