Time well wasted [OPEN] [DD]

[Cabin Boy Aaron]

Thread Specifics
Weather: Sunny
Participants: Aaron Gerrard Makvoi Engle
Time: 1:13 PM
Status: Combat Allowed. Death Disabled.







The sun hung in the air, a seemingly, immovable orb of distinct yellowish fury that beamed down upon the earth with it's glare. Behind it, the sky was a backdrop of pristine light blue with only a few pure white, roaming collections of condensation that floated along on their merry way to who knew where. It was a glorious day to be on the beautiful Commi Island and the residents of the Island, with their business savvy minds, had recognized that and brought out whatever kiosks, carts or other non-permanent locations for business out into the market place. Where people like Aaron Gerrard walked, almost completely overwhelmed by the amount of haggling, selling and buying was going on. Overall, it was a good day to be a tourist, and in Aaron Gerrard's opinion, an even better day to be a relatively, well-paid choreboy for the Marines.


Though he was a proud member of the Marines, though he did tend to leave out the part where he worked as more of a janitor-mailman hybrid whenever he talked about his work, Aaron recognized that the uniform of the Marines was not exactly the best garb if one didn't want to announce that they worked for the world government. So, Aaron could currently be found wearing his almost ever present white dress shirt, a pair of simplistic, though nonrestrictive, black dress pants and a simple pair of black slip on shoes that matched his black tie. The only truly unusual thing that one would notice about Aaron's fashion sense was that he kept some sort of long, dark red colored carrying case strapped to his shoulder and he looked more like a business man with a bad taste in suitcases than your average teenage tourist, though his strangely broad and sharp-toothed grin drew attention away from that little tidbit.


Moving through the streets of the Island, Aaron was starting to feel less and less overwhelmed and more gleeful; it wasn't everyday that you were able to find a comfortable ship ride to one of the East Blue's most popular tourist locations, it was even less common that it came as cheap as had done for Aaron. Looking from left to right repeatedly, desperately attempting to memorize the location of the shops that caught his eye, which pretty much meant all of them, Aaron was the perfect example of what one would expect from a tourist. But even as he felt that he was losing himself within the sheer scope of his surroundings Aaron couldn't contain whispering "Wow, what an awesome place" ever so softly.

[Romena Santana]

Makovi sat in a well placed, well lit chair, just off the main street where pedestrians invaded and flustered their cheeks with the ideals of sales, shops, and the lustful waste of money which was thrown about here and there. Makovi found the majority of the standard civilians as pieces of honest to god trash. Worthless lives that filled the streets of the world lusting for a good time. Pathetic.

He was a bounty hunter, legal or not, and earning a possible bounty for himself. He was hired to eliminate a merchant whom had, believe it or not, been scamming some pirates, and then even more coincidentally, tricked them into Marine custody. Makovi had arrived here to find and eliminate the merchant with no ties back to them. This job itself had been accepted as a money booster for a future project, one of which he had no intentions of discussing anytime in the near future.

Sitting in his chair, casually drinking a cup of hot tea, he looked up and for no particular reasoning at all, he happened to spot the young marine named Aaron. Now Makovi of course had no idea of who he was or anything of the sort, but his eye for some peculiar reason caught onto him.

"Hm..."

His pistols were holstered, and he awaited his target's exit from his workshop for his daily break, he'd make his hit, and escape.

[Cabin Boy Aaron]

As he walked Aaron flashed everyone who went by him what he considered to be a casual and friendly grin, but appeared, to others, more like a challenging smirk. Even how he held his arms as he walked, four of his five fingers, excluding his thumb, which hung on the outside of his pockets, gave the impression that he was offering someone a chance to call him out, though, of course, he took no notice to this until his gaze met a young hooligan's. Dressed in all black, from his all black shoes to his all black hoodie with it's hood turned up against the light, so that his face was hidden, he was exactly the image of a wannabe thug that made Aaron's blood boil, and it did nothing to calm down his prejudice when the young man lifted his chin in challenge.


Stopping in his progress Aaron opened his mouth only to found himself struck dumb as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and a wave of discomfort flashed through his body. Looking from his left to his right and doing his best to ignore the abnormally loud chuckling of the darkly clad youth, Aaron looked from left to right, attempting to locate the origin of this familiar feeling of being noticed. "Someone was watching me for a second there. Specifically me" Aaron thought to himself as he abandoned his search and began walking once more, hands now held behind his head in a relaxed, though rather obnoxious position. As he moved, his eye was suddenly caught by a sign, which hung over what appeared to be some sort of workshop, that said "Blacksmith" and he knew exactly what he wanted from such a location.


Making his way towards the door, he arrived in front of it just in time for the door handle to flee from his fingertips inwards, towards the store, and the man who ran the workshop to step outside. He was a large man, not out of shape, per se, but definitely not exactly body builder material, and his height, which seemed to be an inch or so below Aaron's augmented his weight. His shock of gray hair flapped in the sudden wind and Aaron smiled down at him, but before he could even get a word out of his now open mouth the man pointed at Aaron's Katana Carrying case and shouted "Is that a Loguetown Carrying Case?" with a hint of excitement in his gruff voice. Breaking out in a grin, Aaron answered with an emphatic "Yes" and so began their conversation about carrying cases and Katanas, which held Aaron in his position in front of the man's workshop, directly in the line of fire of the assassin whose presence he was completely unaware of.

[Romena Santana]

Makovi winced slightly. Who the hell was this boy? Makovi shook his head and took another drink of his tea, remaining calm and incognito. This boy, directly blocking his line of sight, wasn't that big of a deal. The fact that a boy was involved, however, was. The Fishman already had it planned out, he would shoot the man at point blank, and act like someone else made the hit. The problem now was that he had two targets to eliminate, and one was simply a child in Makovi's eyes. Not that much of a child though....

Makovi took another drink of his tea, sliding his hand down to his right pistol, he grabbed an older newspaper and folded it in half, lowering it under the table and over his pistol, which he had drawn silently, and slid over his lap.

Scouting the area, he would await his moment, walk up to the man and continue to shoot him once, and then if it was logical and if he was quick enough, shoot the boy. Simple enough. Using his left hand, now free, he finished the tea.

[NARUKAMI NAGATAKA]

Ahh, a sunny day lounging about Commi Island was always nice. Actually, a day lounging anywhere was nice. The tavern Niro sat in was dark, musky, and loud as helll. The ale they sold wasn't even fit to be called ale. Niro wouldn't even give this swill to the pigs. Not that he had pigs or anything, it was simply a metaphor. He liked metaphors. They added something interesting to life. Niro tipped over his king size mug, draining out the last few drops of alcohol. He slammed it against the table, and let up a cigar for a moment of contemplation. Once relaxed to his core, he rose, clamped the cigar in his mouth and kicked open the door unto the bright sunlight.

The first thing he saw was some kid making a fool of himself in some nerdy conversation. Nigga'd never get pussy like that. Niro shook his head, scanning the crowd for bounties, enemies, allies, whatever. He picked out a particular green fishman he'd seen at least twice before. The man's eyes were locked on whoever the kid was talking to. It appeared shit was gonna go down. Niro packed up reached into his jacket's pockets, getting a safe hold on his pistol just in case.

[Cabin Boy Aaron]

The conversation was progressing without much incident; the two were very similar in their conversational habits, such as moving their hands whilst speaking to illustrate the gravity of a point, and both were more than willing to speak with another who knew something about swords, even if one was a sort of weaponsmith and the other was a weapon user. Finally, as seconds of speaking turned to minutes, the man informed Aaron that he needed to move on, as it was his break and he needed to put it good use. Nodding knowingly Aaron gave a salute, to both show that he understood and that he felt no grudge and was about to turn before the man blurted out, in quite the hurried voice "Would you like to join me?" His delight showing on his face, Aaron gave an affirmative in the form of a polite "Yes I would" and the two set off for a nearby cafe.


Choosing to walk on the other side of the man, Aaron, in all his obliviousness and ignorance, opened up the shot for the assassin whose existence he was still unaware of. "Well, what an awesome day! I've already made an acquaintance" he thought to himself as the man, who had earlier identified himself as George, continued to explain to him just how exactly one should utilize a Katana.


(OOC: The time that my post assumes has passed is roughly 2-3 minutes, if anyone has any objections I will edit the post to imply something else)

[Romena Santana]

As the two continued their talking, Makovi had stoop up, slipped through a back alleyway, and come up through another. Stepping out onto the corner of the street, he leaned against a housing facility and held the newspaper in his hand casually, his gun hidden under it. As the two began walking together, Makovi noticed the boy was now on the opposite side of the man. This would have been useful, had Makovi been the type to snipe. He wasn't, however.

As the the two came closer to him, Makovi stepped out and began walking into them. Once he came directly before them, he stopped and blocked their path. "Excuse me." At first the merchant nodded, to into his conversation, and continued walking forth with only a polite smile to Makovi, before actually running into him. Before the merchant could utter a word, Makovi had discretely placed the newspaper on the mans chest, directly where his heart beat.

Pulling the trigger, the bullet ripped through and through, instantly killing him. As the man fell back, Makovi had already drawn his other pistol, and he shot at the boy's left thigh, aiming for only a flesh wound. Children were not to be killed, twas not his way.

[Cabin Boy Aaron]

Engrossed in his conversation with the man, Aaron had not taken into account that a total stranger, or so it seemed due to the fact that Aaron did not know him and thus, offered no sign of recognition, nor did the merchant, approached them. Normally, he would have eyed the man wearily, though subtly, so as not to offend him, if it could be avoided, unfortunately, this meant that the man's assassination of the merchant went off without a hitch, even better, it had the bonus effect of rendering Aaron stunned with shock as he stared at the assassin who had, by now, turned his sights onto the raven haired youth. However, strangely enough, it was just as the merchant began to pitch that all thought of his safety left him and, as weird as it sounded, Aaron became concerned that the assassin would suddenly bolt, leaving no chance for Aaron capturing the criminal.


Lunging clear of the path of the bullet, which just barely scraped the flesh from the front of his thigh, down his knee and along his second toe, taking a chunk of his pants with it, Aaron leaped at the fishman who had just killed his latest acquaintance. As he did so, his body formed into a near perfect projectile, Aaron aimed to spear tackle the man in a fit of what could only be described as a foolhardy, inexperience and rage fueled mental haze; He accompanied his assasult of temporary insanity and reckless luck, which had allowed him to avoid the bullet punching through his thigh, with an ear splitting screech that brought to question just how a teenage boy could reach such a pitch.

"UOOOO!"