Sample Entry: [The flint wheel of a lighter clicks and a small flame spews forth. There’s a muffled cough as fingers bring a cigarette to the fire, and then immediately to his mouth. He takes a drag, and then speaks, almost hesitantly:]
This is my last one.
[Before anyone can register any hint of hesitation in those words, he speaks again, this time far more boisterous:]
I don’t have any more cigarettes! JOTARO! Hey, Jotaro!! Can you hear me? D’you have any cigs for me to borrow? I kinda went through all the ones I brought already, and you’ve been here a while, so you’ve gotta have some extras. Help a pal out!
[He takes another drag, a long sigh following behind. Hopefully this cigarette will last long enough…]
Sample Entry Two: It had been a day since the fight with Alessi and Set. Polnareff had tried to keep the battle out of his mind, but doing so had proven difficult; however, he knew that there were more enemy Stand users to face, and probably very soon, so he took to thinking about other things whenever he began to recollect. Problem was, if he didn’t think about that fight, he tended to think about something relatively asinine, such as whether the next bathroom he’d have to use was clean enough or not. He didn’t believe that was an asinine thought, but everyone else seemed to. It didn’t make much sense to him, though, since using a dirty bathroom was equivalent to eating off of a dirty plate, you just didn’t do it.
That evening proved to test that equivalency, despite all protests from Silver Chariot’s wielder; the group, sans Kakyoin, were to board a ship to Cairo in an effort to continue their journey, which was nothing too out of the ordinary. What was out of the ordinary, though, was how filthy the lone toilet on the ship was. It looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in months, what with an unidentifiable crust caked on the porcelain and all.
He wasn’t using it, there was no way he would be able to use it. At least, he wasn’t going to use it in this state. Someone had to clean it. Polnareff wasn’t the type to really clean things himself, though, so after debating in his mind who to bother about this dire predicament, he placed a name to the task: Avdol.
“Hey, Avdol! Come check out this toilet! It’s really interesting!”
This would definitely work, he just needed to convince Avdol to clean the toilet somehow and then he’d be able to actually go. The plus side being that he wouldn’t have to do the dirty work himself, which would make using the toilet that much more satisfying. He simply remained outside the bathroom door, waiting for his unsuspecting friend to arrive.
Jean Pierre Polnareff / Jojo's Bizarre Adventure / Reserved
[The flint wheel of a lighter clicks and a small flame spews forth. There’s a muffled cough as fingers bring a cigarette to the fire, and then immediately to his mouth. He takes a drag, and then speaks, almost hesitantly:]
This is my last one.
[Before anyone can register any hint of hesitation in those words, he speaks again, this time far more boisterous:]
I don’t have any more cigarettes! JOTARO! Hey, Jotaro!! Can you hear me? D’you have any cigs for me to borrow? I kinda went through all the ones I brought already, and you’ve been here a while, so you’ve gotta have some extras. Help a pal out!
[He takes another drag, a long sigh following behind. Hopefully this cigarette will last long enough…]
Sample Entry Two:
It had been a day since the fight with Alessi and Set. Polnareff had tried to keep the battle out of his mind, but doing so had proven difficult; however, he knew that there were more enemy Stand users to face, and probably very soon, so he took to thinking about other things whenever he began to recollect. Problem was, if he didn’t think about that fight, he tended to think about something relatively asinine, such as whether the next bathroom he’d have to use was clean enough or not. He didn’t believe that was an asinine thought, but everyone else seemed to. It didn’t make much sense to him, though, since using a dirty bathroom was equivalent to eating off of a dirty plate, you just didn’t do it.
That evening proved to test that equivalency, despite all protests from Silver Chariot’s wielder; the group, sans Kakyoin, were to board a ship to Cairo in an effort to continue their journey, which was nothing too out of the ordinary. What was out of the ordinary, though, was how filthy the lone toilet on the ship was. It looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in months, what with an unidentifiable crust caked on the porcelain and all.
He wasn’t using it, there was no way he would be able to use it. At least, he wasn’t going to use it in this state. Someone had to clean it. Polnareff wasn’t the type to really clean things himself, though, so after debating in his mind who to bother about this dire predicament, he placed a name to the task: Avdol.
“Hey, Avdol! Come check out this toilet! It’s really interesting!”
This would definitely work, he just needed to convince Avdol to clean the toilet somehow and then he’d be able to actually go. The plus side being that he wouldn’t have to do the dirty work himself, which would make using the toilet that much more satisfying. He simply remained outside the bathroom door, waiting for his unsuspecting friend to arrive.