Post by Cirrus on Oct 31, 2010 11:55:00 GMT -5
Toroa was a haven for pirates. There were no marines, so it was easy access to everywhere. Seeing as there was no one to stop you, covert criminality ran rampant. The most popular of these illegal activities was conning. It was fairly simple, with no marines to educate the people of the dangers of dealing with strangers, conmen could perform fairly obvious cons, and they would have an abundance of marks. This is not to say that there was no law in Toroa, only that around 60% of crime went unnoticed and unpunished. Our story begins in a bar scene, were someone familiar was sticking out like a sore thumb. His height aside, he dressed in bright orange and purple clothing, and wore a crown. To anyone that was looking, it seemed as if a king had come to Toroa. He was sitting alone, with a nonplussed look on his face...
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"This is a travesty."
Alek Sorenson was sitting alone in a bar, his drink his only company. He was commenting on the state of the law in "his" country. You see, Alek Sorenson has "King Complex". This means that wherever he goes, he assumes he is the rightful monarch. He was watching, anylising, judging the bar scene. It was fairly quiet, with few customers other than himself. The "life of the party" seemed to be in the other side of the room, playing a poker game. Alek listened in.
"I'll raise."
"I bet 50beli that he's got a two kings."
"Sure."
Alek saw a man shift his hands slightly and smirk. The mark had been conned.
"A king and a five. Hand over the money."
Reluctantly the mark handed over his hard earned 50beli. It was a crude scam, nothing but some slight of hand, but the mark had fallen for it so badly he could have ended up in China.
"Disgusting."
Alek left the bar. As he did so, he happened to pass by an old lady standing outside her house, surrounded by three men. Next to the house was a canal that led to the sea.
"I don't need all that stuff."
"Sure you do, that dohickey needs this thingiemajig to work!"
Another scam. As he was watching, someone walked into him.
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"This is a travesty."
Alek Sorenson was sitting alone in a bar, his drink his only company. He was commenting on the state of the law in "his" country. You see, Alek Sorenson has "King Complex". This means that wherever he goes, he assumes he is the rightful monarch. He was watching, anylising, judging the bar scene. It was fairly quiet, with few customers other than himself. The "life of the party" seemed to be in the other side of the room, playing a poker game. Alek listened in.
"I'll raise."
"I bet 50beli that he's got a two kings."
"Sure."
Alek saw a man shift his hands slightly and smirk. The mark had been conned.
"A king and a five. Hand over the money."
Reluctantly the mark handed over his hard earned 50beli. It was a crude scam, nothing but some slight of hand, but the mark had fallen for it so badly he could have ended up in China.
"Disgusting."
Alek left the bar. As he did so, he happened to pass by an old lady standing outside her house, surrounded by three men. Next to the house was a canal that led to the sea.
"I don't need all that stuff."
"Sure you do, that dohickey needs this thingiemajig to work!"
Another scam. As he was watching, someone walked into him.