FMA: The Real World (Part Four)

[Zolf J Kimblee]

He held Roze's hand, gazing at her with undisguised affection as Scar recited what he thought to be a rather elegant yet simple statement of vows. He never took his eyes off Roze and gave her hand a squeeze and answered, "Oh you betcha..that is, I do." he said with a weak smile at Scar.

Riza sighed and shook her head lightly. "Can the man ever not be a clod?" she said, glancing at Dante.

Sarai looked at her and giggled slightly, "I think it's cute..he's so nervous."

[velinda]

Roze noticed her soon-to-be husband's nervousness, and it didn't help her any. When Scar started to speak, she noted how they had met... and it was only this short time later that they were getting wed. She has small signs of sweat, but she wasn't freaking out- yet. She heard Kimblee speak in his own thoughts, and she managed not to say anything. When Scar turned to her and asked the same, she nodded and said, "I do..."

[Zolf J Kimblee]

[How does Roze manage to hear Kimblee's thoughts? o__o From the sounds of it, it's more like a funeral dirge than a wedding. Surely there's worse things than being married to the Mad Bomber of Ishbal. xD ]

The time it took for Scar to repeat the vows to Roze and the time she said 'I do' felt like an eternity, with a huge clock ticking in his mind..and a bomb to go off when it strikes on the hour, he thought hastily. 'C'mon Scar...man and wife, man and wife!, C'mon, c'mon c'mon!' he thought to himself silently.

His heart was hammering fast, like a wild bird caught in a small cage as he waited for the vows to be completed.

[dante]

((OOC: Its impolite to whisper during the ceremony, ladies! XD))

Dante smiled softly when she heard her mention that there was likely an open bar. Now that she thought about it, it would make sense for there to be one, considering who the groom was. She decided to wait for a while before searching for it, but she would definitely need a drink after the ceremony. Although she was no longer the monster that she once was, happy occasions like this still left a bad taste in her mouth, the sole exceptions being her wedding and the birth of her child.

"Social grace has never been his strong suit," she said silently in response, crossing ler legs. "But I agree, he's clearly nervous. I never thought I would see him of all people getting flustered over a girl."

[aspiredeathe]

((This is what I get for leaving, a 4th instalment of RW and over 30 pages of catching up xD Anyone care to fill me in on the major events?))

[Scar]

((Please don't have my ass...))

Scar looked between the two lovers, a moment of silence rushing over him. "Then on behalf of Ishbal, I give you God's blessings. May you love eachother all the days of your lives, and grow old and happy, and be not two as a man and woman, but one as a husband and wife. Kimblee, you may now kiss the bride."

[Zolf J Kimblee]

His tense shoulders relaxed when Scar finally pronounced them wed he turned to face her. He cupped her face with his palms and leaned over to kiss her gently on the mouth. To keep some semblance of 'proper' behavior, he kept his tongue to himself. It was official now. He smiled an awkward doofus grin, shrugging nervously. "Well..you're Mrs. Rose Kimblee now." he said, "Or would you prefer to be called 'Ms' Kimblee?" He tipped her a wink and gave Scar a thumbs up. "Thanks man.."

[thebladealchemist]

(Hey guys um... Can I join in once my character is accepted? You don't mind OC's right? But the way her automail works... each arm able to divide into three... How's that gonna change if at all in the real world?)

[Zolf J Kimblee]

[Sure, feel free to join. ^_^]

[Zolf J Kimblee]

Thread exit summary:

Days and weeks passed and he and Roze settled into the awkward first stages of a new marriage and the domesticity that went along with it. They eventually shopped for a different car-one that wasn't broke down and also one with an automatic transmission- so they'd have reliable transportation. Zolf learned about the true meaning of consumerism and debt being the American Way that season. He also learned about paying bills in a responsible and timely fashion. People didn't like him too awful much, but he got a bit more respect since he learned that respect went both ways.

Roze had a profound affect on him in many ways. He normally would have scoffed when the words 'you should' or 'you shouldn't' came out of someone's mouth. But coming from Roze, he soaked it all in like a sponge as he slowly let the old life slip from his memories like a bad dream he'd woken from.

One day after weeks of ponderation, he decided it was time to set out about the business of getting their own domicile. He was unhappy with every house they looked at and he felt restless in ways he didn't understand. At first he feared that it was being married, but he soon realized that he didn't-and wouldn't ever-fit into the culture of this place. He grew morose and had fits of depression and got snappy and irritable. Then one weekend he sat in front of the television and flipped aimlessly through all the shitty channels until he found a documentary on American culture. Rednecks. For the next hour he was glued to the television as he marveled at hillbilly hot tubs, monster truck shows and Nascar. He grinned as he listened to the country folk interviewed on topics ranging from fishing to farming to politics. The brief synopsis on the civil war-or the war of aggression against the south as they called it- and his mind was made up.

"Roze... we're packin and leaving. Not tomorrow, but today. Right now." she blinked in confusion, but listened as he laid out his hasty plan.

They left that day, tossing their meager belongings into the back of his shiny red Dodge pickup. He bought an obnoxiously huge rebel flag and flew it from the radio antenna, donned a baseball cap with a rebel flag and wore a shirt that said 'The South Will Rise Again.'

Within a month he found and bought a two bedroom houseboat on a bayou somewhere in some Louisiana swamp where hunting and fishing were plentiful. He engaged in typical redneck sport such as dynamite fishing, fly fishing and deer hunting. Some friendly Cajuns helped him get a black market ID and a new job in demolitions. He registered-and voted- Republican like a good redneck. He worked hard all week and played and loved hard on weekends.

Life was good.

[aspiredeathe]

(( Kimblee's leaving the mad house? Only few manage to escape ))