Post by sabrejustice on May 24, 2010 14:11:47 GMT -5
A tall figure walked through the streets of the Sabaody Archipelago, the resin under his feet from the mangroves squelching as he walked along. In his left hand he held a cigarette up to his lips, inhaling a little before pulling it away to exhale. Standing with a perfect posture and a the Justice Coat given only to those Marines of particularly high rank, the man was clearly one few would dare to cross, if the blade held at his right hip hadn't made that perfectly clear. Rather than walk along the middle of the street, the man, though not of the Archipelago, was smart enough to stand to the side of the street, knowing the dangers. Personally, however, this place sickened him. After all, between the Tenryuubito who dominated the place with only selfish thoughts in their head and the Pirates who dwelt here, where was Justice to be found?
Certainly not here, he imagined. He had purposely walked towards the center of the Archipelago, knowing full well just what it held. Pirates, criminals and slave-catching groups. These were just a few of his least favorite things. If, of course, he excluded the antics of his Lieutenant (Despite being close to his age, she was more like some grown-up child than anything else). Looking around himself, he took notice of everything that was within sight - Nothing so far that was illegal, at least, but he figured that would change the deeper he got into the Archipelago. Taking another drag of his cigarette, he proceeded to toss the little butt that was left of it into an appropriate bin for cigarettes.
"No pirate activity so far, but that's hardly going to stay that way" he muttered, mostly to himself. Letting a hand slip inside his pocket and rest there, he felt his fingers curl around his box of cigarettes. Sharp eyes remained glued to his surroundings, just waiting for any sign of a pirate. He was in the mood for some good Justice.
Certainly not here, he imagined. He had purposely walked towards the center of the Archipelago, knowing full well just what it held. Pirates, criminals and slave-catching groups. These were just a few of his least favorite things. If, of course, he excluded the antics of his Lieutenant (Despite being close to his age, she was more like some grown-up child than anything else). Looking around himself, he took notice of everything that was within sight - Nothing so far that was illegal, at least, but he figured that would change the deeper he got into the Archipelago. Taking another drag of his cigarette, he proceeded to toss the little butt that was left of it into an appropriate bin for cigarettes.
"No pirate activity so far, but that's hardly going to stay that way" he muttered, mostly to himself. Letting a hand slip inside his pocket and rest there, he felt his fingers curl around his box of cigarettes. Sharp eyes remained glued to his surroundings, just waiting for any sign of a pirate. He was in the mood for some good Justice.