Post by Victoria Locke on Jul 19, 2012 10:38:02 GMT -6
Bright midday sun was warming Loguetown, one of the most popular and well-known towns of East Blue. The streets were clean, buildings tall and generally everything in tiptop shape. Both pirates and tourists arrived here to gather items for reasonable price, to see the place where the legendary Pirate King was executed, or simply to look around. Countless people were mingling on the streets, visiting shops and carrying various items. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Many people had the silent wish that things would stay this peaceful forever, but then again, when did peace ever last?
Victoria Locke, a marine with unassuming stature, but a cold gaze, was wandering the streets and clutching her shotgun. While she had full uniform, her black coat covered the white marine shirt. She was on patrol, as usual, but the peace was making her tense. The diligent marine was prepared to do anything to serve her superiors, but she would’ve rather just gone around arresting pirates. Simply keeping an eye on people didn’t sit well with her. Unfortunately, she had been specifically ordered to keep low profile and avoid causing uproar among civilians. Most of the pirates stopping here were busy resupplying and didn’t pose a threat. They were also good customers, spending as much if not more as tourists.
However, that wasn’t to say that Loguetown didn’t have troublemakers and dangerous areas. All towns did and this one was no different. Victoria for one was convinced that someone here was up to no good and she was going to be the one to save the day. Her grip on the shotgun tightened and eyes full of suspicion darted from bystander to another. Any second now some argument could turn into a fight or some thief might make a move. That train of thought was broken by a sudden clang coming from nearby and movement in the corner of her eye.
Out of reflex, she readied her gun and spun around. Much to her surprise, she saw a dark figure moving in the shadows of a nearby alley. Without wasting any more time, she aimed and fired a warning shot at the wall, close enough to almost scrape the figure, but not enough to wound it. The blast echoed for a split second and the figure stopped. It was a man, she could now see that much. Something metallic gleamed in his hand. Her eyes widened and trigger-finger started itching again. That man had a weapon, possibly a huge, sharp knife. She would have to act fast or someone innocent might get hurt.
The weapon in question was actually just an old spoon. Likewise, the suspicious figure was just some poor soul with a messy beard and rags as clothes who had been rummaging through some trash. Now that the shock was over, he found himself staring at a set of holes on the wall. When he slowly turned his head to see the cause, he was greeted by a chilling tone and a gun barrel pointing towards him. "Drop the weapon. Now." Upon seeing a scowling woman with a shotgun, the poor man did what any sane person would’ve done. He ran for his dear life while screaming for help.
Most people would’ve recognized their mistake here, but stubborn Victoria saw the reaction differently. In her mind, people who ran always had something to hide. That man had obviously been planning something sinister and she had interrupted him just in time. Now, she just needed to finish the job and catch the criminal. Streets would be a little safer. "Hey! Get back here!" Another yell and another warning shot echoed through the street before Victoria dashed after the man. Now, two distinct figures were sprinting along the streets of Loguetown and it was only a matter of time until bystanders would get mixed into the chase.
So much for peace and keeping low profile...
Victoria Locke, a marine with unassuming stature, but a cold gaze, was wandering the streets and clutching her shotgun. While she had full uniform, her black coat covered the white marine shirt. She was on patrol, as usual, but the peace was making her tense. The diligent marine was prepared to do anything to serve her superiors, but she would’ve rather just gone around arresting pirates. Simply keeping an eye on people didn’t sit well with her. Unfortunately, she had been specifically ordered to keep low profile and avoid causing uproar among civilians. Most of the pirates stopping here were busy resupplying and didn’t pose a threat. They were also good customers, spending as much if not more as tourists.
However, that wasn’t to say that Loguetown didn’t have troublemakers and dangerous areas. All towns did and this one was no different. Victoria for one was convinced that someone here was up to no good and she was going to be the one to save the day. Her grip on the shotgun tightened and eyes full of suspicion darted from bystander to another. Any second now some argument could turn into a fight or some thief might make a move. That train of thought was broken by a sudden clang coming from nearby and movement in the corner of her eye.
Out of reflex, she readied her gun and spun around. Much to her surprise, she saw a dark figure moving in the shadows of a nearby alley. Without wasting any more time, she aimed and fired a warning shot at the wall, close enough to almost scrape the figure, but not enough to wound it. The blast echoed for a split second and the figure stopped. It was a man, she could now see that much. Something metallic gleamed in his hand. Her eyes widened and trigger-finger started itching again. That man had a weapon, possibly a huge, sharp knife. She would have to act fast or someone innocent might get hurt.
The weapon in question was actually just an old spoon. Likewise, the suspicious figure was just some poor soul with a messy beard and rags as clothes who had been rummaging through some trash. Now that the shock was over, he found himself staring at a set of holes on the wall. When he slowly turned his head to see the cause, he was greeted by a chilling tone and a gun barrel pointing towards him. "Drop the weapon. Now." Upon seeing a scowling woman with a shotgun, the poor man did what any sane person would’ve done. He ran for his dear life while screaming for help.
Most people would’ve recognized their mistake here, but stubborn Victoria saw the reaction differently. In her mind, people who ran always had something to hide. That man had obviously been planning something sinister and she had interrupted him just in time. Now, she just needed to finish the job and catch the criminal. Streets would be a little safer. "Hey! Get back here!" Another yell and another warning shot echoed through the street before Victoria dashed after the man. Now, two distinct figures were sprinting along the streets of Loguetown and it was only a matter of time until bystanders would get mixed into the chase.
So much for peace and keeping low profile...
