Post by Terminally Chill on Sept 3, 2010 15:50:16 GMT -5
On this day, Gavin Amadeus D’Arras had made the quaint village of Fuschia Town his latest stop in his aimless wandering. The birthplace of the Straw Hat Pirates Captain, Monkey D. Luffy, was recently abuzz with the frequent problem of strange creatures causing mischief in their village and stealing valuables. The Fuschian Town citizens had no idea what the creatures were, where they came from, or why they were doing what they were doing. And while it could be thought that any traveler who had come to Fuschia Town at this point had caught wind of the rumors and hoped to put a stop to the creatures’ pillaging in return for a reward, this was hardly the case for Gavin. As usual, the traveling musician had to Fuschia Town for little reason. And even more characteristic of the guitarist was that he was snoozing soundly after what he surely felt was a hard day’s work of randomly walking.
His chosen resting place was surprisingly a sheltered structure, a contrast the trees and random places in the wilderness he often settled in for a nap. Gavin had dozed off in an abandoned, simple one room house in Fuschia Town. The windows were boarded up and not made a sound within it, except for the loud snoring of Gavin. It was unknown by the house had been abandoned, but none of the Fuschia citizens bothered to make any inquiry as to why the door was slightly cracked, evidence that it had been recently entered by the sleepy musician. While Gavin had been sleeping peacefully for a few hours, the peace and quiet he was enjoying would soon be shattered.
The sudden splintering of wood and shattering of glass cut into the silence of the abandoned house. The loud commotion had been enough to disrupt Gavin’s sleep, and he let out a “hmm?” sound, as if replying to a person talking to him. He was still half-asleep and not exactly sure what was going on. Seeing that a stream of light was now pouring into the previously darkened house, Gavin sat up, dazed and confused but curious as to what had caused this. Yawning deeply, Gavin of the White Guitar as he was known by some made his way sluggishly to his feet. Gavin peered forward through hazy eyes at what was before him.
The shadow of a large figure was present in the room, the light entering through the window not allowing for any more visibility the outline of it’ broad frame. The figure was rummaging around through whatever sparse selection of valuables remained in the one room of the house. The thief paid little mind to Gavin as random “clinks” and “clanks” rang out from the loot it was carelessly searching through. The wandering musician merely stood there, silently watching what the mysterious figure was doing. Having been satisfied with whatever it had taken from its current spot, the unknown creature turned around to continue its raid.
However, it was now that the figure came face-to-face with Gavin. Each of them put a finger to their chin, peering at each other intently as they pondered what exactly to do in the situation. The silence continued, and Gavin stared harder, squinting his eyes to try and make out the face of the thief. The light was peering slightly onto the stranger’s face, and after a few more seconds of deliberating, Gavin could finally make out that the figure was… a monkey? And it was a large monkey at that. Having figured out who the identity of the one who had disrupted his sleep was, the young musician spoke up.
“What’cha doin’, man?” he asked curiously. However, the giant monkey remained silent, looking at Gavin curiously. Or rather, it was looking at what was on top of Gavin’s head. After a few more seconds of silence passed, the monkey suddenly reached out toward Gavin. The guitarist had little time to time to react, and in one swift motion, his cherished top-hat, what he considered his “main way of earning income,” was snatched from his head by the monkey. With little time to spare, the monkey fled the scene, crashing through the door of the house with a sudden commotion of usual monkey noises, Gavin’s hat and a few valuables in its hand. Gavin stood there for a moment, not exactly sure what had just happened. After a few moments of thoughts, Gavin’s hands suddenly began patting the top of his head frantically. “Whoa! That monkey stole my hat, man!” the young musician said, only having this revelation after the fact that it had been taken.
The shouts of Fuschia Town citizens suddenly filled the air as the familiar sight of a fleeing monkey appeared before them. Gavin walked outside out of his temporary lodging, joining in the crowd who were yelling to stop the thief, but did not bother to go after the giant ape as it slowly began disappearing into the distance. The wandering musician merely stood there, scratching his head.
“What a pain, man. Now I gotta go get my hat back…”
And so, Gavin Amadeus D'Arras' mission was now clear: retrieve his beloved hat!
His chosen resting place was surprisingly a sheltered structure, a contrast the trees and random places in the wilderness he often settled in for a nap. Gavin had dozed off in an abandoned, simple one room house in Fuschia Town. The windows were boarded up and not made a sound within it, except for the loud snoring of Gavin. It was unknown by the house had been abandoned, but none of the Fuschia citizens bothered to make any inquiry as to why the door was slightly cracked, evidence that it had been recently entered by the sleepy musician. While Gavin had been sleeping peacefully for a few hours, the peace and quiet he was enjoying would soon be shattered.
The sudden splintering of wood and shattering of glass cut into the silence of the abandoned house. The loud commotion had been enough to disrupt Gavin’s sleep, and he let out a “hmm?” sound, as if replying to a person talking to him. He was still half-asleep and not exactly sure what was going on. Seeing that a stream of light was now pouring into the previously darkened house, Gavin sat up, dazed and confused but curious as to what had caused this. Yawning deeply, Gavin of the White Guitar as he was known by some made his way sluggishly to his feet. Gavin peered forward through hazy eyes at what was before him.
The shadow of a large figure was present in the room, the light entering through the window not allowing for any more visibility the outline of it’ broad frame. The figure was rummaging around through whatever sparse selection of valuables remained in the one room of the house. The thief paid little mind to Gavin as random “clinks” and “clanks” rang out from the loot it was carelessly searching through. The wandering musician merely stood there, silently watching what the mysterious figure was doing. Having been satisfied with whatever it had taken from its current spot, the unknown creature turned around to continue its raid.
However, it was now that the figure came face-to-face with Gavin. Each of them put a finger to their chin, peering at each other intently as they pondered what exactly to do in the situation. The silence continued, and Gavin stared harder, squinting his eyes to try and make out the face of the thief. The light was peering slightly onto the stranger’s face, and after a few more seconds of deliberating, Gavin could finally make out that the figure was… a monkey? And it was a large monkey at that. Having figured out who the identity of the one who had disrupted his sleep was, the young musician spoke up.
“What’cha doin’, man?” he asked curiously. However, the giant monkey remained silent, looking at Gavin curiously. Or rather, it was looking at what was on top of Gavin’s head. After a few more seconds of silence passed, the monkey suddenly reached out toward Gavin. The guitarist had little time to time to react, and in one swift motion, his cherished top-hat, what he considered his “main way of earning income,” was snatched from his head by the monkey. With little time to spare, the monkey fled the scene, crashing through the door of the house with a sudden commotion of usual monkey noises, Gavin’s hat and a few valuables in its hand. Gavin stood there for a moment, not exactly sure what had just happened. After a few moments of thoughts, Gavin’s hands suddenly began patting the top of his head frantically. “Whoa! That monkey stole my hat, man!” the young musician said, only having this revelation after the fact that it had been taken.
The shouts of Fuschia Town citizens suddenly filled the air as the familiar sight of a fleeing monkey appeared before them. Gavin walked outside out of his temporary lodging, joining in the crowd who were yelling to stop the thief, but did not bother to go after the giant ape as it slowly began disappearing into the distance. The wandering musician merely stood there, scratching his head.
“What a pain, man. Now I gotta go get my hat back…”
And so, Gavin Amadeus D'Arras' mission was now clear: retrieve his beloved hat!