Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2013 0:17:57 GMT -5
JON muttered sourly in the rain, he didn't appreciate getting wet. Alexander better have had a good reason for calling him out or other wise the street rat would know what it was like to dangle from a Marine flagpole soon after.
The adolescent navigator had made Loguetown his place of residence for a few short days, however, like so many places before, even the infamous 'Place of the Beginning and the End' was not enough to captivate the teenager's attention for too long. Now Jon wanted off and so far he hadn't been all too successful in getting off.
That was partially the reason for Jon's irritation. He had been called out by Alexander, a street rat whose acquaintance he had made while mapping out the back alleys of the town. Alexander had claimed- not for the first time- that he heard of a job that would allow Jon a way off the island.
"I swear if it is another courier job..." Jon mumbled threateningly as he turned a corner to come across the aforementioned street rat.
"Well?" he barked out.
"Oi, oi, oi man. What's got your knickers in a twist today?" Alexander said in an intensely snide and irritating manner.
The normally dreamy and unruffled former street rat gave Alexander a terse look, as if belying how stupid the question asked was. In a way the look was justified; the skies of Loguetown emptying their contents in an all out deluge which, in consistence with his usual luck, had caught Jon unawares and without shelter. His thin jacket had provided little protection and rivulets dripped from his plastered hair down his neck. A slight squelching sound made when he walked informed that his socks and feet had not been spared either.
Jon's lips thinned at that thought; he hated damp socks with a passion.
"Well?" he repeated, not in a mood to exchange jibes.
Recognizing that he was unlikely to get a rise out of him Alexander moved on to identifying the 'job' he had planned out for his fellow street rat. Well one time anyway, once a street rat always a street rat.
“There have been a couple of robberies recently…” Alexander began hesitantly.
He had good reason to be hesitant. Jon smashed his steel tipped leg into the nearest barrel and glared at the boy.
“Do I look like a bounty hunter? I’m a god damn navigator!”
“Wait-wait a minute man. Word on the street is that this guy is fast, almost insanely so. Nobody can get close enough to nab the fellow. And you…well you know.” He finished giving a pointed look to the skates which Jon was wearing.
Jon nodded sourly; now a battle of speed seemed to be more up his alley.
“So where do I start?”
Alexander smirked and cracked his knuckles in anticipation.
“Okay so the first thing we need to discuss is…”
The adolescent navigator had made Loguetown his place of residence for a few short days, however, like so many places before, even the infamous 'Place of the Beginning and the End' was not enough to captivate the teenager's attention for too long. Now Jon wanted off and so far he hadn't been all too successful in getting off.
That was partially the reason for Jon's irritation. He had been called out by Alexander, a street rat whose acquaintance he had made while mapping out the back alleys of the town. Alexander had claimed- not for the first time- that he heard of a job that would allow Jon a way off the island.
"I swear if it is another courier job..." Jon mumbled threateningly as he turned a corner to come across the aforementioned street rat.
"Well?" he barked out.
"Oi, oi, oi man. What's got your knickers in a twist today?" Alexander said in an intensely snide and irritating manner.
The normally dreamy and unruffled former street rat gave Alexander a terse look, as if belying how stupid the question asked was. In a way the look was justified; the skies of Loguetown emptying their contents in an all out deluge which, in consistence with his usual luck, had caught Jon unawares and without shelter. His thin jacket had provided little protection and rivulets dripped from his plastered hair down his neck. A slight squelching sound made when he walked informed that his socks and feet had not been spared either.
Jon's lips thinned at that thought; he hated damp socks with a passion.
"Well?" he repeated, not in a mood to exchange jibes.
Recognizing that he was unlikely to get a rise out of him Alexander moved on to identifying the 'job' he had planned out for his fellow street rat. Well one time anyway, once a street rat always a street rat.
“There have been a couple of robberies recently…” Alexander began hesitantly.
He had good reason to be hesitant. Jon smashed his steel tipped leg into the nearest barrel and glared at the boy.
“Do I look like a bounty hunter? I’m a god damn navigator!”
“Wait-wait a minute man. Word on the street is that this guy is fast, almost insanely so. Nobody can get close enough to nab the fellow. And you…well you know.” He finished giving a pointed look to the skates which Jon was wearing.
Jon nodded sourly; now a battle of speed seemed to be more up his alley.
“So where do I start?”
Alexander smirked and cracked his knuckles in anticipation.
“Okay so the first thing we need to discuss is…”