We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.

[despairforme]

                     We’re fools whether we dance or not, 

                                           so we might as well dance!

[scarredrhythm-blog]

Ｓｔａｒｔｅｒ Ｃａｌｌ

[musingmemes]

break up memes

“can we please talk about this?”

“that’s it then? just giving up?”

“it’s not working out. is it?”

“i wish things were different.”

“it’s not you, it’s me.”

“i guess i’ll come back for my things later.”

“can’t we still be friends?”

“you were my everything, and then suddenly you weren’t.”

“i really wish you well.”

“i really don’t want to lose you.”

“i can’t believe this is over…”

“don’t you dare walk out on me.”

“are you breaking up with me?”

“i just can’t do this anymore.”

“so just like that… we’re over?”

“is there someone else?”

“after all we’ve been through, why would you do this?”

“i wish it didn’t have to be like this.”

“i never meant to hurt you.”

“but i’m not ready for this to be over.”

“please don’t leave me.”

“i’m begging you, don’t do this.”

“i don’t have a choice.”

“you deserve someone who makes you happy.”

[lucroyale]

[scarredrhythm-blog]

@despairforme

Chiyoko was more than a little surprised to see another figure in the field- especially at this time of night. The entertainer would often come to sit among the tall sunflowers and compose or try to figure out the next step for him. 

He’d spend many nights here, but this was the first he’d seen of another person besides himself enjoying the moon’s rays and the sunflowers- which were fairly droopy sue to the lack of sunlight, but beautiful none the less. At least in Chiyoko’s opinion anyway. 

Still the new person piqued his interest, so he gently placed his guitar down before pulling himself off the ground. 

“Hey- are you lost? Can I help you, stranger?”

[scarredrhythm-blog]

@2-division-commander

In one’s travels, sometimes you come across a pirate you just never thought you’d get to see. Chiyoko’s eyes were practically glued to the freckled man across the street- it couldn’t be- but it had to be. 2nd Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, Fire Fist Ace.

Chiyoko had been staring long enough and heard enough to finally realise he had stopped playing guitar and the small crowd that had been huddled around the busker had all but disappeared.

“Excuse me, sir-” He looked up to the man and he had to  admit, he felt a little nervous addressing the famed pirate. “Spare change for a struggling musician?” He flashed a charming smile. 

[sitdown-andeat-blog]

scarredrhythm:

Chiyoko’s interest wavered for a moment but spiked again as the other named himself as a pirates. And a cook- food was always a good thing in  his mind, unless of course it was sour. Still he pulled his mind away from the unpleasant thoughts and leaned against the bar, looking the shorter man over. 

“A pirate huh? Good… Well I myself am quite the traveler.” Now that Chiyoko knew the other fellow was a pirate, he could really enjoy this. 

“Sanji? An exquisite name. And you’re here alone? Well then-” He chuckled lightly and gave a flash of a sweet smile before turning the charm back on, “Please, tell me more of yourself. Someone with such striking looks must surely have many stories to tell.” He said almost dreamily in his low baritone voice as he finally took a seat beside the other.

Taking a sip of his drink as he eyed the other as he spoke. Sanji had come across so many different kind of people in his travels. This guy was definitely one of the more unique ones. “Yeah, travelling around can get pretty interesting huh?” Having a long drag of his addiction and letting it out slowly. 

A curled brow raised. Exquisite? That was new. “Well, yes and no. My crew is around somewhere. They’re gathering supplies for our next journey.” It was kind of odd hearing so many compliments flow from a complete stranger. In situations like this, nine times out of ten, they were after something. A bounty hunter possibly. “There really isn’t a whole lot to tell. I prepare food for the crew and fight when I need to.”

 He sighed, deciding to get right down to it. “So, what’s your deal? There has to be some reason you’re being so forward with me. If it’s my bounty you’re after, I can tell you right now.. that won’t end well for you.”

[scarredrhythm-blog]

“Travelling is wonderful- I’ve more or less devoted my entire life to it. So much to see and how short a life can be....” He mused as he smiled with a short sigh in the wake of the statement. He took a sip of his drink and made a tiny frown as he realised he had almost finished it. And It was such good wine too. Tragic.

“You think I’m after something? So suspicious... Well I suppose everyone has their motives. I was simply after a handsome kind sailor.” He made a small chuckle that was set back deep in his throat. “Truth be told- I’m an entertainer. A dancer and musician- And I’m looking for a means of getting to the next island in exchange for my services. Believe me, I’m not after anyone’s bounty.”

He gave a firm nod before downing the remainder of his precious wine. Goodbye. He looked at the other before smiling- almost wickedly. “Do you think you’d be able to help me out, Mr Cook?”

[sitdown-andeat-blog]

scarredrhythm:

@sitdown-andeat

Chiyoko had gone to the pub that night, hopeful to meet someone he could have a great conversation with- and maybe even someone who could get him to the next island.

As the dancer touched the velvety red wine to his thin lips, his hair fell in front of his face. He usually loved his hair but perhaps it was time to get it cut? Either way, the brunet placed the glass, combing his hair into a ponytail with his fingers as he looked around for someone to talk to.

As he searched, he was pleased as his eyes settled on a handsome blond. He didn’t look like a sailor, but the only way to find out was to ask, and there was no harm in that. He pried himself off his bar stool and picked up his half glass of wine before walking over purposefully to the thin blond. 

“Excuse me~? My name is Chiyoko- forgive me but I couldn’t help but notice you from over there. Tell me, are you a sailor perhaps?” He touched the wine to his lips again as he awaited an answer.

He was thankful this port had a place where he could sit and enjoy a fine drink or two. There wasn’t much hostility towards pirates– thus not a lot of attention was drawn to him. The cook hadn’t been there for too terribly long. He was only on his first drink and the place seemed to grow more crowded.

Though it may have appeared he wasn’t paying attention, the blond was well aware of his surroundings. Even as the other male approached, he knew. Seeing that it was a popular spot, being seated at the bar, he didn’t give it much thought. Until the man decided to speak directly to him. 

Casting a glance to him, flicking ash into the closest ashtray. “A sailor?” He chuckled a little at that. “No, I’m a just cook– and a pirate– but you know, we’re a dime a dozen these days.” Having a long drag as he studied the other. “My names Sanji, it’s good to meet you, Chiyoko.” A kind grin punctuated the greeting. 

[scarredrhythm-blog]

Chiyoko’s interest wavered for a moment but spiked again as the other named himself as a pirates. And a cook- food was always a good thing in  his mind, unless of course it was sour. Still he pulled his mind away from the unpleasant thoughts and leaned against the bar, looking the shorter man over. 

“A pirate huh? Good... Well I myself am quite the traveler.” Now that Chiyoko knew the other fellow was a pirate, he could really enjoy this. 

“Sanji? An exquisite name. And you’re here alone? Well then-” He chuckled lightly and gave a flash of a sweet smile before turning the charm back on, “Please, tell me more of yourself. Someone with such striking looks must surely have many stories to tell.” He said almost dreamily in his low baritone voice as he finally took a seat beside the other.

[scarredrhythm-blog]

@sitdown-andeat

Chiyoko had gone to the pub that night, hopeful to meet someone he could have a great conversation with- and maybe even someone who could get him to the next island.

As the dancer touched the velvety red wine to his thin lips, his hair fell in front of his face. He usually loved his hair but perhaps it was time to get it cut? Either way, the brunet placed the glass, combing his hair into a ponytail with his fingers as he looked around for someone to talk to.

As he searched, he was pleased as his eyes settled on a handsome blond. He didn’t look like a sailor, but the only way to find out was to ask, and there was no harm in that. He pried himself off his bar stool and picked up his half glass of wine before walking over purposefully to the thin blond. 

“Excuse me~? My name is Chiyoko- forgive me but I couldn’t help but notice you from over there. Tell me, are you a sailor perhaps?” He touched the wine to his lips again as he awaited an answer.

[scarredrhythm-blog]

@daddyleaderdragon

Of course Chiyoko recognised the man before him- it wasn’t exactly that difficult to see under a hood. The world’s most dangerous criminal was standing right before him? He’d heard whispers that the Revolutionary leader hated pirates so he suddenly felt like a beacon, despite his general talent for going unnoticed in a crowd. He never looked dangerous- which was handy.

Still something shot through him as he stared at Monkey D. Dragon, the revolutionary leader, a sort of fear- because he’d have to try and do business with this bunch if they were the only ship in port. “Fuck.” He cursed quietly.

Chiyoko approached quietly, his usual charming and confident Persona back to full force. “Excuse me- hello, my name is Chiyoko.” He said with a small nod, offering the other a firm handshake- not that that was exactly destined to work.

[scarredrhythm-blog]

@bcby5

Chiyoko looked up over his glass of red wine, his eyes scanning the room. He didn’t much like bars unless there was someone interesting to talk to. He was surprised at being unable to find someone however, considering the nature of this island.  It was busy and diverse and culturally very bright- so why no one to talk to?

Placing his glass down, however, he observed the position next to him. “Excuse me ma’am?” He asked in a low husky tone, his eyes bright in a charming smile. “I was wonderful if you’d assist me in something?”

[scarredrhythm-blog]

@heartpiratesorca

“Hey!” Chiyoko’s feet carried him as fast as he could up to the figure in the distance. “Hey! Hey! Wait a second-” He finally arrived and stopped for just a moment to catch his breath- which didn’t take long as he was pretty fit. 

“Sorry to bother you, But you’ve got a ship right? Listen, I have a trade in mind, if you’d give me a moment of your time~?” He asked with a small smirk as he looked the other fellow over.

[scarredrhythm-blog]

Ｒｕｌｅｓ

The two big rules are the standard NO GOD MODDING and no forcing ships on to Chiyoko or myself.

Otherwise;

-If you are going to severely injure , or kill my character, discuss it with me first.

-I maintain the right to be selective about who I rp with.

-I will not rp with genderbent versions of characters.

-smut and nsfw is ok as mun is 18+, but I am always more than happy to fade to black and skip it.

- Chiyoko is more than likely going to flirt, but that does not always mean that he likes a character. He can also be really impatient so do not necessarily assume anything from the way he acts.

[scarredrhythm-blog]

Ａｂｏｕｔ

Name: Araki Chiyoko Age: 28 Height: 184 cm Birthday: June 6th Occupation: Dancer Abilities/Weapons: Sai, mixed martial arts Skills: Basic Medical knowledge, dance, basic violin, Classical Guitar (pretty great) Likes: Steak, children, fine wine, and cool weather Dislikes: anything sour (including people) Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

Face Claim: Sigeru Aoba from Neon Genesis Evangelion

Ｍａｉｎ Ｖｅｒｓｅ

Chiyoko was born to the Araki family. His nationality is Japanese but he moved to The States to train full time as a dancer at the age of 17. Due to a tragic accident, however, Chiyoko was caught in a fire and burned severely at the age of 20 while on a job. He was stuck in the hospital for a very long time and unfortunately it took a long time to train himself back to where he had been as a dancer. But due to the intense scarring he found himself unable to get work and was forced to take up a position as a Dancer Teacher instead.

Chiyoko is also trained in mixed martial arts, and is a proficient wielder of two Sai.

He is very cheeky and flirtatious, almost always in good spirits unless he is frustrated by someone, tired, or impatient. He is kind hearted and loves to travel. He loves wine and good food but hates anything that tastes sour (and he won’t stand for bitter people either.)

Chiyoko is openly homosexual and frequents bars where he enjoys flirting and chatting with other men. He also enjoys flirting with women, but that’s more his general personality than actual interest, clearly. He Is also more romantic than sexual as a person, despite his cheeky nature.

Ｏｎｅ Ｐｉｅｃｅ Ｖｅｒｓｅ

Chiyoko was born in North Blue on a large island that valued art, and music. His Mother and Father met through performing together so he was raised in the theater and dance studio. He would often dance on the street for money as a teenager.  At the age of 17 he left his home in search of fame as a dancer and performer. Chiyoko became a lone pirate at 23 when dancing was no longer earning him enough to make a living.  At 20 Chiyoko was trapped in a fire when the stage lights caught fire in a theater. He has serious burn scars all the way up the right side of his body, extending to his forearm and half way down his outer thigh. He spent a long time in hospital, and even longer to fully heal and retrain himself as a dancer, only to find he would no longer get hired do to the disfigurement- leading to him becoming a pirate. In order to travel he hops from ship to ship, offering himself as entertainment in exchange for getting him where he needs to go.

He is generally good-natured but gets impatient with people who are close minded or bitter. He is charming and quite clever. In terms of physicality is very fast and agile, as well as flexible.