Post by BEX on Jun 29, 2010 14:24:11 GMT -5
The wind felt good as it zipped through Jack’s hair and the wild music beating loudly in his ears got his blood pumping enough to match the climatic nature of the situation that he was in; a quick glance back revealed that the burly Marine had launched a large barrel at Jack in hopes of stopping him. Of course he could handle such a minor obstacle, but had he had to stop and turn around to smash the barrel as he intended then things would have gotten bad since the Captains would have caught up with him. It seemed that the other Captain didn’t agree with such brutish methods because he took immediate action and saved Jack the trouble. Reading the second Captain’s lips, Jack realized that there was tension between the two ranked Marine members and he felt himself hoping for an easy escape, but he knew that if he didn’t play his cards right he would find himself in trouble. Dropping down into the streets hoped to throw the men off by taking to the ground for the last stretch of the sprint to his place and the door handle to his apartment gleamed beautifully in the sun; his saving grace.
Hurriedly the fleeing Jack ripped the door open and dove with outstretched hands underneath his bed to snatch the sheathed katana that lay resting there. Once he acquired it, he held the sheath firmly in his hands as he walked out into the sunny day once more; things would work out to his favor now that he had a weapon on his side. There were some tricks that he had been waiting for some time to try and now seemed to be the perfect opportunity to try them. Examining the blade that he had filched off a retired samurai, Jack took note of the fine purple silk that was wrapped around the sheath; it was beautiful although deadly. Sliding his headphones down to his neck and removing the top half of his gakuren, Jack readied himself for the incoming battle that was going to take place,
“It seems I ain’t got no choice, but to stop these captain’s from rampagin’ about the island,” he muttered to himself as his tightly woven muscles glistened with sweat; the excitement that danced around his body was only tempered by the faint music that could still be heard from the headphones resting upon his neck.
Hurriedly the fleeing Jack ripped the door open and dove with outstretched hands underneath his bed to snatch the sheathed katana that lay resting there. Once he acquired it, he held the sheath firmly in his hands as he walked out into the sunny day once more; things would work out to his favor now that he had a weapon on his side. There were some tricks that he had been waiting for some time to try and now seemed to be the perfect opportunity to try them. Examining the blade that he had filched off a retired samurai, Jack took note of the fine purple silk that was wrapped around the sheath; it was beautiful although deadly. Sliding his headphones down to his neck and removing the top half of his gakuren, Jack readied himself for the incoming battle that was going to take place,
“It seems I ain’t got no choice, but to stop these captain’s from rampagin’ about the island,” he muttered to himself as his tightly woven muscles glistened with sweat; the excitement that danced around his body was only tempered by the faint music that could still be heard from the headphones resting upon his neck.