Allen was sitting on the side of his itchy, yucky cot, attempting not to cry. He had made it onto the ship alright, and things seemed to be going well. But, well, things are never as they seem at first, and now Allen / Marian could officially call this the worst day of life. Forever. Because it was just that bad.
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Allen was shouldering his much too large for him carpenter bag, whistling show tune's softly to himself. He had on his nice new uniform (which his Uncle Cross had told him made him look as if he was a part of a faggy strip show, but that didn't get him down!), and was, surprisingly, smiling to himself. At first this predicament had seemed like a curse, but then, then, Allen had realized the benefits of this send-off! He would be away from Cross for a whole year! He didn't have to pay off his debts, he didn't have to buy his booze, and he didn't even have to be in the same room as him!
A soft sigh escaped his lips, as his hands trailed over the steel railings of the ship. Because of the sheer amount of bliss that was held inside him, Allen felt the need to close his eyes as he sighed / turned a corner. And because of this, he did not see the man that was also rounding the corner. And because of this, he abruptly ran into him.
"God damn it, shit!" the other man yelled, sprawled on the ground as he clutched his face. The man grabbed onto the railing, and pulled himself up. All this time, Allen / Marian had been repeating phrases that all meant, 'thank you', over and over again, flailing his arms around as if the swirly random movements could help the situation (it wasn't, by the way), and all in all, going completely berserk.
"Fuck, fuck. Calm down, bitch. You're starting to annoy me, damn it." And with that, the man pulled away the hand from his face. What was revealed was very Asian, and in Allen / Marian's case, very scary face.
Now, when growing up with Marian Cross for a guardian, there are a few things you learn. One: Nothing is illegal if no one sees it. Two: If it isn't done as quickly as possible, your ass will be beat. And, Three: If you don't get the Jap's before they get you, the world will end in one fiery, apocalyptic blast.
If Allen's expression was a crayola crayon, it would most certainly be called 'Color Me Shocked'.
"J-J-J-J-Japanese?"
The foreign man's eyes narrowed, "Yes, you fucking moron. Now out of my way, you're making me late…"
His narrow escape was immediately blocked by a thin, wiry arm. Though Allen / Marian was indeed scared shitless, that wouldn't stop him from risking his life to save the ship. The lives of hundreds of men were resting on his shoulders. His, and no others.
"Prisoner of war! The prisoner has escaped!"
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To be continued . . .
I always thought Allen was secretly racist.