Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2012 4:53:32 GMT -5
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[style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 10px] [/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 10 0 10 0] Jon was doing what he had been doing for the past few days that he had been in Shell Island; skating the rooftops at night. He had been dropped off here by the merchant ship, which claimed that his services were no longer required; and had been waiting for a ride out ever since.True he could just hide away on a ship but previous experiences and the fact that this time he would sink like a hammer had him a little cautious. Plus the rooftops of Shell Island made for a great deal of fun. The fact that it was built in levels, slowly increasing in height until it spiralled out to be topped by the Marine base's tower just made it too good to resist. Pulling his head out of the clouds and back into reality Jon realised that while he had let his mind wander his feet had moved of their own volition; picking up speed and hurtling by rooftops. It rattled quite a few tiles and made a fair deal of noise but so far nobody had noticed, it was quite late into the night after all. Seeing the target in sight Jon smiled contently. He bent his body and tucked his legs under, seemingly sitting undisturbed while rattling off the last rooftop before a sheer drop off to the side to the lowest 'level' of Shell Town. He reached the edge and then jumped, releasing all the power like a pent up spring. Somersaulting in midair as he fell, he let out a shout of pure exuberance; this was what he lived for. The following day Jon was skating around the docks, looking for some work that would equal a ride out of Shell Island which he had grown tired of exploring when a heavy hand fell on his shoulder. There might have been an island in the vast oceans and seas that spanned this world in which an ominous hand resting on one's shoulder meant good news, but Shell Island was not one of them. And as Jon looked to find a round, sweat covered, flushed face that belonged to the same body which had grasped his shoulder; he knew with the unerring instincts of troublemakers everywhere that he had managed to offend a Figure of Authority. Groaning internally and bracing himself for the storm that was about to ensue Jon asked, with reasonably civility; "What?" The overweight fellow, who was wearing the colors of the Marines, on closer inspection, took in a deep breath and tried to shift some of the fat from his stomach to his chest. Tried to. "Are you the miscreant who has been disturbing these good people by causing a ruckus during the night?" the Marine inquired. For this approach Jon decided to adopt the response of innocent indignation, a staple expression of mischief makers everywhere. "Who me?" he began incredulously; "I never done nothing! Although, I was out wandering last night and I saw this female cat, who was being chased by two male cats..." his voice died out as he wagged his eyebrows conspiratorially at the Marine. The Marine's face started to turn a deep shade of scarlet and he barely managed to splutter out his reply; "Are you trying to be cheeky with me boy?" Jon with great difficulty managed to keep his face straight as he replied, for the second time in the conversation; "Who me?" "Now listen boy" the Marine roared, "If I see you making yourself a nuisance of yourself again I'm going to send you floating off this island in a barrel!" Unwittingly the Marine had managed to attract the attention of everybody on the dock, including the passengers coming aboard from a recently docked ship. Aware that he had not precisely advertised the town's spirit of friendliness and hospitality he glared at Jon all the harder and roared out once more; "Now don't let me hear anymore complaints!" and stomped off. "Cheery fellow." Jon muttered as he watched him stomp off. The ill-fated trickster turned around and proceeded to run into a wall. Oh wait, it was a human being. A taaaall human being. "Sorry, so sorry." Jon apologised, though in all fairness it was him that was knocked off his feet.[/style][style=font-size: 8px]words: 764 notes: let's get started~ [/style] |
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