Post by rhyme/reason on Jan 17, 2016 1:55:59 GMT -5
Somewhere in a Loguetown back alley, Mikaila Akins stood leaning against a wall, left eye nearly swollen shut, ragged breaths slowly becoming more steady as she took the time to collect herself. She couldn't hear the sounds of her pursuers anymore, but all the same the marine couldn't help looking over her shoulder every few seconds for any sign of them.
It was almost ten minutes of undisturbed calm before Mikaila finally let herself relax, slumping down along the wall to a sitting position and muttering to herself. "Okay. So that was a bad idea." If she was being totally fair, there wasn't any way she could have known that the mugger she had been chasing down was part of a bigger gang, but after she had found out, maybe charging in and challenging the whole lot of them at once wasn't the best idea.
Putting her cap onto her lap for a moment and pulling back her hair, Mikaila gingerly touched at the swelling above her eye - hardly the only painful reminder of her bad decision, but definitely the most prevalent one. She grimaced a little at the touch, but it didn't force her to recoil or anything "...Not as bad as I thought, though." And really, it wasn't. She couldn't keep it all the way open, but she could see out of it if she tried. In fact, she'd probably have all sorts of bruises tomorrow, but given a moment to catch her breath and really assess her injuries, she was surprised to find that nearly all of them were no more than surface injuries. Apparently the gang hadn't gotten too many good hits in before she hightailed it out of there.
So I'm okay to go after them again.
Getting to her feet, Mikaila put her cap back on her head, straightening it before beginning the process of tracing her steps back to the building she had just fled less than an hour ago. It didn't even cross the young woman's mind that nothing had actually changed since her last attempt besides knowing what she was getting into. Nor did she for a moment consider, as she cautiously approached the building, that any sort of organized gang in Loguetown, even small fry, would likely have a bounty on their head. And it certainly didn't occur to her that anyone else might be after the same target.
It was almost ten minutes of undisturbed calm before Mikaila finally let herself relax, slumping down along the wall to a sitting position and muttering to herself. "Okay. So that was a bad idea." If she was being totally fair, there wasn't any way she could have known that the mugger she had been chasing down was part of a bigger gang, but after she had found out, maybe charging in and challenging the whole lot of them at once wasn't the best idea.
Putting her cap onto her lap for a moment and pulling back her hair, Mikaila gingerly touched at the swelling above her eye - hardly the only painful reminder of her bad decision, but definitely the most prevalent one. She grimaced a little at the touch, but it didn't force her to recoil or anything "...Not as bad as I thought, though." And really, it wasn't. She couldn't keep it all the way open, but she could see out of it if she tried. In fact, she'd probably have all sorts of bruises tomorrow, but given a moment to catch her breath and really assess her injuries, she was surprised to find that nearly all of them were no more than surface injuries. Apparently the gang hadn't gotten too many good hits in before she hightailed it out of there.
So I'm okay to go after them again.
Getting to her feet, Mikaila put her cap back on her head, straightening it before beginning the process of tracing her steps back to the building she had just fled less than an hour ago. It didn't even cross the young woman's mind that nothing had actually changed since her last attempt besides knowing what she was getting into. Nor did she for a moment consider, as she cautiously approached the building, that any sort of organized gang in Loguetown, even small fry, would likely have a bounty on their head. And it certainly didn't occur to her that anyone else might be after the same target.