#marco rp

[askaot]

"I'm so tired...but there's no way I'm go back to sleep after that." (For Marco)

"I don't think anyone can." Marco said as he sat down. "It was quite traumatic."

[pendulum-city]

character update

Marco (One Piece) is now reserved for @titiriteros until January 11th.

~Admin

[flamingtemper-blog]

                 If you only knew how hard it is to handle                                  How bad I want this scandal.                                                                   ( art credit. )

[blueeyedambition]

Searchin' for a Marco

Another call-out to any Marco RPers who want to start/plot out something! I'm up for anything!

[snkrpfamily]

You are not a strong person, but you are able to put yourself in the shoes of everyone else. That is why you will make a good leader.

Calm, kind, and just about one of the best graduates in 104th squad, it's time for Marco Bodt to join the Scouting Legion!

[marco-zombo-slayer]

Journal Entry how about no with numbers

Today was another boring, chore filled day. I swear to god, Levi just makes up shit for us to do, or makes things messy overnight so we can just clean it up the next morning.  

Tonight, as I laid down in the bottom bunk or our bunk beds, Jean went on and on about the Eren kid.  I could just imagine him laying down on his back, talking to the ceiling- well me, actually.

Something about the "jackass" not moving out of the way and standing right in front of him as he was lifting and moving some heavy boxes and how he's such an "asshole kid" and he really "fucking drives me crazy, he's a fucking ass and why does he always seem to be on top of that Levi guy although the girl that's always with him is sorta cute but UGH he's SUCHA ASS".

I don't know.  He needs to fucking calm down, we need to make friends, not enemies here.

Almost everyone in our cabin is asleep right now.  Jean just mumbled something about "Eren ass kid hole" in his sleep.

It's time for bed

-M.B.

[marco-zombo-slayer]

Jounral #5? 6? I'm tired.

Well we finally made it.  Fort Maria.

When I had spotted it off in the distance, and pointed towards it, it was early evening.  

"I think that's it...?" I had said, as I pointed to a ginormous looking establishment. That had to be it.

Jean didn't say anything, so I turned around to look at him.

He was standing there, arms crossed, with a smirk spread wide across his face.  I rolled my eyes and continued walking on.

"I TOLD YOU SO," Jean had screamed.  "MARCO, I told you there was a Fort Maria. HA.  I KNEW IT."

"Shut up man, we don't need to attract any more bitters, jesus!" I had spat back.

He lowered his tone, and then ran up from behind me, and jumped me, nearly knocking me over.

"The hell!?" I had cried out.  I nearly had a hard attack.

Jean whispered in my ear. "Just admit.  I was right."

I sighed and pushed him off my shoulder. 

"You were right Jean.  There it is.  Fort Maria."  

The walls surrounding the safe haven indeed had the words "Fort Maria" spray painted in bright red across it.  It was Fort Maria.

It was dark when we ran to the entrance, which was hard to find at first.   With everything being barricaded up, it all looked the same.  

"What do we do?" I asked Jean.

"Huh?" he replied, in a high pitched, somewhat annoying whine.

I sighed. "I guess we just knock. right? How else-"

Before either of us could knock, the giant fortified gate in front of us swung open.  Standing in front of us was a tiny, dark haired...man? He had a look of disgust as he looked not at our faces, but at our blood stained shirts.  

"Stay where you are and don't move an inch if you want to stay alive," the tiny man had said. "Welcome to Fort Maria."