Post by BEX on Sept 11, 2010 0:26:58 GMT -5
(OOC: This mission if for Flame, Farris, Chill, and myself)
Jack was displeased as he walked through the baking streets of Alabasta with the throngs of civilians donning colorful draping robes to protect them from the sun. The ruffian of a man also sported this wear over what his usual attire was. The hood that was drawn over his head protected from the anger wrath of the sun which continued to mercilessly circle overhead bombarding those below with his boisterous presence. He reminded himself to go back to where the small scantily dressed woman whom he had spent the night with after paying good money for when he was done with this job. No matter what the reward was for helping the King of Alabasta improve the area, the mission involved too much suffering on his end for him to forgive her for sending him out on such a perilous quest.
“That b*tch is so dead…” he muttered angrily as he shoved yet another tarrying citizen out of his way drawing suspicious looks from those that observed his rude behavior, but he didn’t care. In fact he needed to release some tension so a fight would be most welcomed by his opinion. Finally reaching the steps to the castle, Jack found himself barred by three zealous citizens bent on protecting their king.
“Grr…” Jack growled and leapt towards the men without mercy. He struck the first one with a back-fist that sent the man spiraling into one of the adobe walls two doors down [Uraate]. He then proceeded to head butt the man that jumped at him directly sending the man crumpling to the floor and lastly Jack waylaid the unprepared man coming from his right with a powerful left roundhouse kick. Dusting his hands off he marched up the stairs already in a foul mood after the small skirmish down below when the guards’ spears crossed in front of him barring his way to the castle. His patience was thinning at this point,
“You think yer a bada*s?” Jack questioned the men without looking either of them in eye instead staring only straight ahead. Just as he was about to attack a commanding voice shouted,
“STOP! Let that man pass!”
Jack snorted haughtily at the guards as a smile appeared on his face and as he passed the two frustrated warriors he left them with a small detail for them to ruminate upon until they next saw him,
“Yer king just saved both yer a*sses. Next time I hope he’s around to wipe yer a*ses when ya crap yourselves” he said with a mean undertone. The men tensed up angrily in response to Jack’s words much to his delight, but they responded no further to his provocation choosing instead to follow their King’s orders and stare straight ahead.
Once inside the main parlor Jack was seated with the king across from him at the very long dining table. The two men eyed each other cautiously for they both had reputations that preceded them; King Cobra was quite devoted to his people and would die before he allowed any harm to them while Jack was a notorious criminal whom the government was quite eager to get a hold of. Several moments of silence passed before the King finally coughed and explained the silence,
“We are simply waiting for the others to join us at the table”
Great.. Jack thought miserably.
Jack was displeased as he walked through the baking streets of Alabasta with the throngs of civilians donning colorful draping robes to protect them from the sun. The ruffian of a man also sported this wear over what his usual attire was. The hood that was drawn over his head protected from the anger wrath of the sun which continued to mercilessly circle overhead bombarding those below with his boisterous presence. He reminded himself to go back to where the small scantily dressed woman whom he had spent the night with after paying good money for when he was done with this job. No matter what the reward was for helping the King of Alabasta improve the area, the mission involved too much suffering on his end for him to forgive her for sending him out on such a perilous quest.
“That b*tch is so dead…” he muttered angrily as he shoved yet another tarrying citizen out of his way drawing suspicious looks from those that observed his rude behavior, but he didn’t care. In fact he needed to release some tension so a fight would be most welcomed by his opinion. Finally reaching the steps to the castle, Jack found himself barred by three zealous citizens bent on protecting their king.
“Grr…” Jack growled and leapt towards the men without mercy. He struck the first one with a back-fist that sent the man spiraling into one of the adobe walls two doors down [Uraate]. He then proceeded to head butt the man that jumped at him directly sending the man crumpling to the floor and lastly Jack waylaid the unprepared man coming from his right with a powerful left roundhouse kick. Dusting his hands off he marched up the stairs already in a foul mood after the small skirmish down below when the guards’ spears crossed in front of him barring his way to the castle. His patience was thinning at this point,
“You think yer a bada*s?” Jack questioned the men without looking either of them in eye instead staring only straight ahead. Just as he was about to attack a commanding voice shouted,
“STOP! Let that man pass!”
Jack snorted haughtily at the guards as a smile appeared on his face and as he passed the two frustrated warriors he left them with a small detail for them to ruminate upon until they next saw him,
“Yer king just saved both yer a*sses. Next time I hope he’s around to wipe yer a*ses when ya crap yourselves” he said with a mean undertone. The men tensed up angrily in response to Jack’s words much to his delight, but they responded no further to his provocation choosing instead to follow their King’s orders and stare straight ahead.
Once inside the main parlor Jack was seated with the king across from him at the very long dining table. The two men eyed each other cautiously for they both had reputations that preceded them; King Cobra was quite devoted to his people and would die before he allowed any harm to them while Jack was a notorious criminal whom the government was quite eager to get a hold of. Several moments of silence passed before the King finally coughed and explained the silence,
“We are simply waiting for the others to join us at the table”
Great.. Jack thought miserably.