Post by BEX on Jun 9, 2011 23:31:27 GMT -5
Karate Island was a place where martial artists of all skills and calibers came to hone their skills to the finest point imaginable. Often men and women traveled here, never leaving until their dying day in search of the ever elusive “True Martial Artist” within themselves though many failed before they could live out their dream. On such a day where the determined inhabitants of the land woke to the morning there was a noise in one of the very sparse sake bars that littered the town; martial artists were very keen on maintaining a healthy body, for it contributed to their growth.
One man clothed in his flapping shihakusho was sent sailing through the western style double doors of the establishment and was quickly followed by a looming man with a scraggly beard that seemed inhuman on such a face. Still there was something to be said for the man’s piercing gray eyes as he belched freely into the air while looking down on the defeated opponent that had been the latest victim of the Hoop Star pirates. Jasin Natael was lean giant though his muscles bulged through his skin tight long sleeve shirt which was oddly outfitted with an equally tight vest atop the long sleeve, “Duh…boss says not to hurt none of da peeplz or we don’t get no moniez” the shaggy haired ogre look-a-like murmured to his friends in that deep baritone voice.
Behind him came an even more boisterous gigantic man who head more than past the ceiling of the doorway, but the man decided that it was for the benefit of the establishment to simply smash right through the wood. Before long all five of the gigantic men that made up the Hoop Stars were out and about within the streets conversing about what to do with their day off; no one had challenged them to their favorite Davy Back fight; the Death-sket-ball.
Of course there was something to be said for a winning streak that was more than fifty-two game strong even against hardened warriors that littered the land. None could deal with the roguish efforts made by the savage pirates to win, not mention any man that stood over three heads taller than you made it all, but impossible to dunk. Even realizing this, as dimwitted as the giant men were, ironically their captain was a stumpy dwarf who happened to manage the team on the grounds that he was too “talented” for the likes of this “low lifes”. Being easily duped the fine specimens of oversized humans readily agreed while earning privileges to go out to drink for every win they earned. They’d seen their boss play and he was good…like really good.
To them it was only a matter of time until they brought their game to the Grand Line. In the meantime robbing already broke samurai made for good sport.
One man clothed in his flapping shihakusho was sent sailing through the western style double doors of the establishment and was quickly followed by a looming man with a scraggly beard that seemed inhuman on such a face. Still there was something to be said for the man’s piercing gray eyes as he belched freely into the air while looking down on the defeated opponent that had been the latest victim of the Hoop Star pirates. Jasin Natael was lean giant though his muscles bulged through his skin tight long sleeve shirt which was oddly outfitted with an equally tight vest atop the long sleeve, “Duh…boss says not to hurt none of da peeplz or we don’t get no moniez” the shaggy haired ogre look-a-like murmured to his friends in that deep baritone voice.
Behind him came an even more boisterous gigantic man who head more than past the ceiling of the doorway, but the man decided that it was for the benefit of the establishment to simply smash right through the wood. Before long all five of the gigantic men that made up the Hoop Stars were out and about within the streets conversing about what to do with their day off; no one had challenged them to their favorite Davy Back fight; the Death-sket-ball.
Of course there was something to be said for a winning streak that was more than fifty-two game strong even against hardened warriors that littered the land. None could deal with the roguish efforts made by the savage pirates to win, not mention any man that stood over three heads taller than you made it all, but impossible to dunk. Even realizing this, as dimwitted as the giant men were, ironically their captain was a stumpy dwarf who happened to manage the team on the grounds that he was too “talented” for the likes of this “low lifes”. Being easily duped the fine specimens of oversized humans readily agreed while earning privileges to go out to drink for every win they earned. They’d seen their boss play and he was good…like really good.
To them it was only a matter of time until they brought their game to the Grand Line. In the meantime robbing already broke samurai made for good sport.