Post by Kurosaki on Oct 9, 2013 22:26:39 GMT -5
While there wasn't a huge amount of selection in the city when it came to shopping, there was quite an interesting amount of Marine themed merchandise. Oddly cartoon-like bobble heads bounced back and forth still from when a little kid had come through just a moment prior, bashing their hands and nearly breaking the poorly made plastic pieces.
Reaching out with one hand, he stopped the head from moving, shaking his head a little and actually managing to crack a smile. Darker blue eyes shifted to look around the rest of the store. Shirts with slogans on them were the only things remaining hanging up that he hadn't even bothered to look through. The ones he had caught a glimpse of all totted the Marines and the base of Port West. A little kid raced towards the front of the store brandishing a small wooden sword that he had talked his parents into buying.
Great. They were going to teach all the youth of this Island that the Marines were always right.
The little boy, probably no more than six years old turned around to look excitedly up at his parents who were beaming down at him, seemingly unaware of the near accidents that had almost occurred when the small human had nearly knocked over a very grumpy looking old man that was also shopping around.
He put a hand up to his eye with the hand that was not waving the sword recklessly around in the air.
"Look Mom! Look Dad! I'm a pirate, arrgghh!" he declared very proudly before the smiles on his parents' faces instantly vanished and they began to try to chase after him toward the exit, words like "Pirates are bad people" and "you should be a Marine instead" followed but the little stubborn kid would hear nothing of it and left the store crying out that he wasn't about to listen to them because he was a pirate.
That was when his smile turned into a laugh.
Nakamura Kane had probably not laughed in a week or two. Whenever he had actually left the Island prior to this one; Night Beast Island. Time had raised by though the people of the Port always seemed to live life as though it were on a treadmill. Things seemed to happen quickly down at the docks at least. For the rest of the Island, merchandise seemed to keep the tourists happy and the base was always constantly running some sort of drill or practices from what he had seen so far.
Being in one place for a while had its advantages. It gave the person time to get more used to the place they were at, observe the people and get familiar with all the ins and outs. From what he had observed so far, this was a fairly peaceful place other than the occasional squabble between the Marines cracking down and the citizens who didn't want to listen. All in all though, the Marines at this base were relatively fair.
Keeping in one place for too long though, from a wanted person's perspective, was never really a good thing. It kept you on your toes for sure because you couldn't ever really be sure that someone wouldn't recognize you from the wanted bounty posters all over town.
When he had decided to get his barrings on this Island he had to make some small adjustments in order to not get caught right away. First change was to take out the iconic star earring. Of course, being such an important memento to Kane, he had simply figured out a way to attach the star part to the zipper to his lightweight jacket. The other part he kept in his pocket. The other thing was to cut his hair a lot shorter than he had ever done before. It had felt odd but he needed a change.
Now the people here were beginning to get so used to seeing him that they probably wouldn't make the connection with a wanted poster so easily either. Or that was his hope.
Stepping outside of the little shop empty handed and feeling like the Island was beginning to feel a little too small, Kane put his hands in his pockets and looked around.
There wasn't much going on outside of the norm. Most of the sturdily built buildings had bars on the windows, but Kane had never once even heard of someone trying to break in to rob a house. An overly talkative Marine had explained to him the other day that it had been originally to keep wild monkeys from bashing in the glass windows and running off with people's food. It was hard to know if the man was just making up things though since he had been working on a glass of rum after quite a number of shots.
All in all, it was peaceful. Relaxing. Starting to drive him a bit batty since he had started to realize how much he loved the sea, but overall a good feeling.
(I actually have an idea for the thread! Do you want me to fill you in ahead of time?)