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| KileyBarker | Jan 26 2012, 09:20 AM Post #1 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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"What a shitty assignment." Tom let out a sigh. Tom and his partner, Ensign Alex Cortez, had been riding on the back of this horse drawn wagon for two days now. They were traveling to a small western town with a high crime rate. Apparently a group of bandits had been making the area their home. They had even managed to chase the old sheriff Jones out of town. On Tom's uniform sat the sheriff's star. He would be the temporary replacement until a permanent one could be found. Ensign Cortez would be his deputy for this mission. Their mission specs were simple, capture William the Child. Willy is a renowned bandit. He holds over 400 accounts of dining and dashing. He is loathed and hated throughout the entire West Blue. His bounty sits at a pretty 5 million beli. Rumors say he isn't strong in a fight, they claim he is incredibly smart however. This mission would test these two young marines. In more ways than they could ever imagine. |
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| Onion | Jan 26 2012, 02:25 PM Post #2 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Alex laid in the back of the wagon, snoring away his troubles. After the last assignment ended with a success, on his part anyway, he was enjoying what little free time he had left. A line of drool slide from the gap in his mouth and down his cheek to the back of his ear. A goofy smile formed on his face and his snores become louder. The day was clam and sunny, a gentle cooling breeze would flow into the back of the wagon from time to time making the ride all the more relaxing. It was a perfect day for Alex, especially since he had nothing to do but sleep. The wagon continued to move towards the designated destination, truth be told Alex had no idea where or why he was going where ever it was he was going. All he heard was follow Tom and do what he says, that was enough for him. Any specifics would have been lost on the red haired marines. Had it not been for Tom breathing down his neck, Alex would have brushed off the assignment and hide himself somewhere to sleep. But sleeping on the wagon was a good substitute, although he could do without the bumpiness of the road. The wagon continued to bounce up and down after going over some rocks, making Alex hop along with it. The last rock the wagon ran over bounce Alex up then slammed him down back onto his seat, waking him from his nap. He ran his fingers through his red hair and rubbed the part of his head that made contact with the wooden seat. "Hey! Take it easy out there, you almost gave me a concussion." He yawned and stretched out his body to fully wake himself up. Rubbing his eyes he pulled the curtain back and sat up front to Tom, the sun bothered his eyes so he kept his hand over them. "Are we there yet?" |
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| KileyBarker | Jan 26 2012, 06:24 PM Post #3 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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"The town is just coming into view now." Tom was leaning out over the side of the wagon. He could just make out the arched sign that read, "GraveRock". Why did he always have to get stuck on these boring assignments in the middle of nowhere? He never seemed to get the fun ones, despite his repeated requests for a transfer to the Grand Line. Tom let out a sigh. The cart rolled by the town gates slowly. Tom's back straightened out real quick. His eyes could burn a hole in the wooden sign post. The welcome wagon here was something else. There, hanging from the gates, was the severed head of the previous deputy. "No wonder the last sheriff ran..." Chirped Tom from under his breath. His eyes were wide. He was, yet again, in another shit-hole of a place. He couldn't catch a break lately. The wagon slowly came to a stop just inside the gates. The old coach driver called back, "This is as far as I take you." Tom jumped off of the cart and pulled out a small envelope. He handed it to the driver. The old man gave Tom a half hearted salute, and then clicked his tongue twice; letting the horses know it was time to go. With a click-clack they were gone. An eerie wind picked up and blew a small dust cloud across the abandoned street. It was empty. It was quiet. It was peaceful. Tom looked around. He was still recovering from the dismembered head bit. There seemed to be an old saloon across the way. Tom pointed it out and said to his companion, "Well, I'm thirsty for a drink. Might as well go to where the party is at. What do you think Alex?" There was a light party music coming from the saloon. It sounded like a piano. Edited by KileyBarker, Jan 26 2012, 06:33 PM.
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| Onion | Jan 29 2012, 08:58 PM Post #4 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Aside from the heads on the sign, which disgusted Alex to a point of vomiting in his mouth, the feel of the town was to his liking. Quiet and peaceful was all he needed, this job looked like it was gonna be a breeze. He stepped of the cart with Tom and made his way towards the saloon, "Gonna drink on the job? Well I guess my irresponsibility is rubbing off on you Lieutenant." He chuckled a bit as he stretched out his arms and gave a loud yawn. "Well I guess one drink wouldn't kill us." The red haired marine was the first to enter the saloon, as soon as he opened the doors the attention was brought to him. All the eyes in the bar stopped what they were doing and focused on the two new comers. "Whoa this is a scene straight out of a movie." he whispered to Tom as he made his way over to the counter and sat at the stool. The bartender walked up slowly to him, cleaning a glass with an old disgusting wash cloth that was only making it dirty. "What are ya having?" Alex looked at the glass then up at the bartender, he was almost as disgusting as the glass itself. There was some kind of goo sticking to his beard and when he spoke, his yellow teeth almost blinded Alex's orange eyes completely. "Well? I ain't got all day." "I think it'd be safer to drink from the hoes out back. Less bacteria that way." "What did you say?" "Nothing, Tom you gonna drink anything? I suddenly lost my thirst." |
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| KileyBarker | Jan 30 2012, 05:31 PM Post #5 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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"It's considered an introduction Alex. You always have to have a drink as a welcome in places like this. It is customary. You don't want to get on the badside of the locals. Yo Barkeep, I'll take a draft." The crusty bartender dropped an unclean glass in front of the horizontal keg behind the counter. The old nozzle, red with age, squeaked as he turned it. The brown liquid began to pour and it slowly filled the glass with a low crackling buzz. The glass was then slammed on the counter and slid the full length of the bar to Tom. Tom stopped the drink and looked at the putrid smelling liquid. With a small gulp and a nervous face he said, "Down the hatch." It was the worst flavor he had ever experienced. It was a strong brew, with a caramel flavoring added. Tom stopped himself from gagging as he forced the liquid down. "Quite a flavor." said Tom with an unsteady voice. He wiped his mouth clean with his sleeve as he set the empty glass on the table. It was a strong brew but it was useful to break the ice. Everyone in the bar had taken notice to the two "Yankees" who had intruded upon their personal Eden. But the mood changed once Tom finished the draft. Everything in the bar returned to normal. He had been accepted. His partner however was still scoring some dirty looks from the locals. Tom remained sitting at the bar after the drink. He looked over at Alex. "Just take a load off and relax for a bit Alex, or better yet go talk to some of the people. They must know why we are here. See if you can find out about the town's state of affairs. We're going to be here for a while according to the reports, so you might as well make yourself feel at home. Me, I'm going to join the poker game over there later." said Tom as he pointed out a group of large rough looking men sitting at the rounded table in the middle of a heated match. A man had just layed down a good bluff with nothing but an Ace high. It was looking like a good game. Tom yawned for a moment and sat back in the stool as he let the old time piano music take him on a journey. Edited by KileyBarker, Jan 30 2012, 05:33 PM.
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| Onion | Feb 3 2012, 02:13 PM Post #6 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Alex had been leaning against a poll as he watched Tom throw back that disgusting looking drink in that disgusting looking mug. It almost made him gag just watching. "You better be careful Tom, that's how people nowadays develop stomach cancer. This looks like the birth place of the worlds diseases." He chuckled under his breath as he moved over to an empty table. He figured he would follow Tom's advice and "take a load off" which was just another way of saying be as lazy as you want in his head. He grabbed a hat as he moved towards the table from the head of some random guy who had been talking to someone else. The man glared at Alex who was now dusting off the hat and making sure nothing inside of it would give him some hair disease. "Now there's a plan, but I don't think I'll be talking to anyone. For one, I don't even know why we're here. I drifted off during the explanation so I'll leave the info gathering to you. Also, these people already have a definite 'I wanna kill this guy' attitude with me so talking to them isn't going to do me much good either." He sat at his chair, placed his feet on the table and hands behind his head. He took a loud yawn and placed the hat on his head and over his eyes. "Yeah, this feels right. Wake me when we're out of here would ya. I'm gonna go ahead and catch up with my old friend the sandman." |
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| KileyBarker | Feb 3 2012, 02:51 PM Post #7 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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"Well alrighty then, I'll take care of it. You enjoy yourself. Just don't cause too much trouble. They don't seem to like you very much, but I think you will be fine as long as you don't insult anyone's mother. That is a big nono around here." said Tom. Tom hopped up out of his chair and slowly walked across the old wooden floor with a small pep in his step. He casually approached the poker table and pulled a chair up. One of the old dogs eyed Tom carefully before saying, "Sorry game's got a high buy in that no yankee lover like you could match." The old man returned to the game at hand. Tom smiled at the man's words. He then pulled a small sack of beli out of his right cargo pocket. "Will this be enough?" asked Tom. The other players all stopped and began staring at the sack of cash with watering mouths. There must have been 10,000 beli in that sack. Quite a pretty penny to the penniless folks in these parts. The old man quickly responded, "I 'polagize for doubtin' you sonny. Hop right in here." The games were heated. Every man around the table had an eye for the game. They could pick apart a man's tell in an instant if you weren't careful. Having your poker-face seen through in these parts meant instant death. Not physical death, but rather death in the sense you would never play poker again. They took poker serious around here. Tom was good. His blank expression matched that of even the greatest players in the saloon's history. His face was emotionless. Not many men could hold a face like that. That is what marine training does to a man. You grow strong and cold. That is what they teach. The game was Desertia Hold'em, where five cards were laid on the table and every man was dealt two personal cards. The best hand would win. Tom's first two cards weren't the greatest. A seven of hearts and a three of diamonds. He paid the small blind and was now waiting for the flop. The flop is when the first three cards on the table are flipped for everyone to see. The cards were flipped and immediately Tom went from a bad hand to a good one. Both a seven and a three graced the table. He was sitting on a two pair with two more flips to go. His odds for a full house were slim, but he was feeling rather lucky today. Tom raised the bet and waited for the others to match. Two of the older players folded, but the two younger and more daring men matched the bet. The next card was flipped. It was a king of hearts. Not what I need! thought Tom. Sweat was beginning to form on his brow. He was 20,000 beli in and he couldn't back out now. The other two men at the table didn't miss a beat. They read every bead of sweat off of Tom's face as trouble. Both raised the pot. The betting came back to Tom with the current bet at 50,000 beli. Holy shit... thought Tom. He had no choice. He matched the bet. It would all come down to the last card. The air in the room seemed to swell in the heat of the moment. Everything seemed to be going slow motion. The card was slowly lifted off the table by the dealer. It turned slowly. The color was the first thing Tom noted. It was black. So it could be either a spade or a club. The next thing that could be noted was the lack of a face. It was a number card. Tom had a 1/4 chance after noting those two facts. A 1/4 chance the number was a three or a seven. And the back of the card hit the table... It was... A three of clubs. Edited by KileyBarker, Feb 3 2012, 02:58 PM.
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| Onion | Feb 4 2012, 11:53 AM Post #8 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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A man walked up to the sleeping Alex after a few minutes of glaring, it was the man who's hat had been taken by the young marine. He grabbed his hat from the top of the red haired man's head and spit on the floor where Alex's feet would have been if they were on the ground. He then returned to his seat but not without a grunt he gave off aimed at Alex along with some mumbling under his breath. Alex opened one of his orange eyes and stared at the man as he moved back to his seat, "Its pretty dark in here anyway, I can manage without it." "You shouldn't rub people the wrong way, it wont get you many friends around here that way." A soft and gentle voice was talking behind the head on the red haired marine. She had been sitting in the table behind him, watching everything the two newcomers were doing. Alex didn't bother to turn and look at her, he closed his eye once again and relaxed in his chair. "You're probably right but c'mon I can't be the only one who noticed the glares as soon as we got here. Where I'm from you don't glare unless you've been wronged. We just got here and already this." "You got a point there, people here don't really like people like you. Mostly cause none of you have ever made a difference in their lives. We've seen you guys come and go and everything stays the same." "You're talking about the decorations we saw on our way into the town aren't you." "That fact that saw that and kept on going proves you guys have some balls. Its either that or are incredibly stupid." "I guess we're a little of both." The two shared a chuckle for a moment then it got really quiet. "So who put those things up there?" The sound of a glass hitting the table and a chair being pushed back was all that Alex could make out before a few soft words were whispered into his ear. "Stick around long enough and you just might find out." |
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| KileyBarker | Feb 4 2012, 12:17 PM Post #9 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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"You bastard I watched you pull that card out of your sleeve!" cried the greasy old poker player. His aged and bony finger was outstretched at the much younger Thomas. "I won that pot fair and square old man." replied Tom with an unshakeable voice. He was keeping a level head and understood the man was simply coaxing him into a fight. "This boy you just cheated here is my nephew, and if you don't give him back his money I'm going to report you to the sheriff!" cried the old man. His voice was loud and obnoxious. Tom smiled. "Go ahead and tell the sheriff. He will just think you are a misguided old coot. I did not cheat. I won that game fair and square." said Tom. Once again his voice was calm and cool, but this calm tone only pissed off the old man more. The old man pulled a pistol from his holster and pointed it at Tom. "Fuck the sheriff. I will kill you myself." The old man had finally lost it. He fired his gun, but the bullet missed Tom's head by a hair. Tom, unflinching, pulled his pistol from his holster and fired a round into the man's chest. "Before you die, let me tell you something. I am this town's sheriff. And you... You wont ever pull a gun on an officer of the world government again." replied Tom. His visage was cold and harsh. The entire bar was silent for a moment. One of the other men at the table stood up slowly. He walked over to the old man's body and felt his pulse. The man was dead. The young man looked up to Tom. "You killed my uncle," started the young man in a shaky voice, "I'm going to kill you. We were warned by William that a new sheriff would come into town today. I should have recognized you. I should kill you." The young man's eyes were streaming tears. Tom stood up slowly and walked over to the young man. He then smacked the man across the face. "Then kill me. But first let me ask you... Whose fault is it that I came into your town? I am only here for one reason. To capture or kill William the child. Tell me where he is boy, and I will avenge your uncle." said Tom. The young man looked up into Tom's eyes. He started to laugh. He then took the gun out of his uncle's hand. "Willy told me you would play mind games. He told me not to let you talk. I didn't listen to him. I'm sorry Sheriff, but I just lost my uncle, and I ain't about to lose a friend too." The young man put the gun to his own head and pulled the trigger. The entire bar was still. Nobody seemed to move. Tom reached down the the young man and pulled the gun from his hand. He then closed the boy's eyes. Tom lifted both the old man and the young boy on his shoulders. "Give me a shovel." said Tom to the other two poker players. One of them stumbled off into the other room. He came out with the shovel and handed it to Tom. Tom walked out of the bar and started walking towards the graveyard in the nearby field, with both bodies in tow. Edited by KileyBarker, Feb 4 2012, 12:20 PM.
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| Onion | Feb 5 2012, 06:42 PM Post #10 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Alex quickly got to his feet and unsheathed his blade once a gun shot was fired, it was a natural instinct he had come to learn from the marines. He turned around and looked behind him but the females voice that have been there was now gone. His gaze soon fell on Tom's body, who had fired back at this point, then at the other members in the bar. Some of them stood to their feet and reached for their weapons but one look at Alex's eyes stopped their movements and sat them down. Alex's glare was strong and fearless, it showed more confidence in his abilities than any of the men in the bar. They knew they would rather sit down than pick a fight with him. Alex sheath his blade and chuckled a bit,"Good boys," he said as he followed Tom outside the bar. He was afraid to ask this question but he felt it needed to be asked for the sake of the mission. "So what would have happened if they weren't Willy's companions? Did you know from the start? He didn't feel comfortable with shooting innocent people and if Tom had known they were criminals then why wouldn't he have let Alex know about it as well. He was about ready to squeeze the gun's firing hole shut. He took a deep breath and brushed the thoughts out of his head, "So where are we headed now?" |
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| KileyBarker | Feb 5 2012, 09:39 PM Post #11 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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"I didn't know. I just wanted to gain their trust, but that failed the moment I was accused of cheating. It was simple retaliation to a threat. I did not plan this, nor would I have killed the old man had I known he knew Willy. As for where I am headed now, I am going to bury these two... That and I didn't want to search their bodies for clues while in the bar. The environment was a little too hostile in there." said Tom. His voice remained unflinching, his face remained emotionless. When the two had finally reached the small Cemetary, Tom took the shovel and began to dig. He then called to Alex, "While I dig the grave, you can search the bodies for clues. Also, keep your guard up. We could be ambushed at any time. They know who we are and why we are here now, if they didn't already. We are prime targets. So stay alert." The scrape of the shovel off of the rust colored Earth was distinct. It was a mild scraping noise. Shovel full after shovel full of the blood colored dirt was removed from the wound he had created upon the surface of planet. It seemed even the skies' emotions had begun to stir when that hallowed ground was defiled. A low dark cloud slowly appeared over the horizon. A rainstorm was coming. This could mean trouble. OOC
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Alex still felt a bit uneasy about Tom's actions but the point was he didn't hit innocent men. Sighing he squatted down and began searching the bodies of both men, it almost looked like he was robbing them after killing them. The whole situation was unsettling but this was the job, even if he didn't like it, it had to be done. Both men seemed to be carrying nothing but junk anyway, a broken pocket watch, some bronze coins two pistols which were low on bullets so they were basically useless. The wind was the only thing keeping him from complaining, it was nice and cool which was a bit refreshing. It carried some dust into Alex's face which made his eyes water up but other than that the wind stopped him from sweating under this beaming sun. He kept on searching the dead man's pockets, moving his read hair, that kept falling in his sight, away from his face. Finally something useful came up. Out of young man's pocket he pulled out a piece of paper that had some poorly drawn doodles of what the town looked like from a birds eye view. "Yo, I think I got something. This paper looks like a shitty map of the town." He noticed a black circle around some rocks just a few inches away from the town. In this case the inches would have meant a few miles. But the way the rocks were drawn on the paper looked as though it was two big pillars, one with a T like shape and the other just a plain pillar. There was a little scribble in the middle of the pillars but Alex couldn't make it out. Alex looked to the direction of the map where the pillars would stand and he could just barely make them out in the distance. "I think this guy had a date with those rocks over there." he pointed to the rocks in the distance as he spoke to Tom. The light around them started to fade, the sun was being blocked by some gray clouds that started to flow in from the east. "Finally! That damn sun was burning my back, I thought I was gonna be burnt." Although the wind was cooling him off, his under shirt was still sweaty. "Well hurry up and bury these guys so we can check the spot out." |
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"Alright then, let's get a move on." said Tom as he finished padding the last lump of dirt over the holes in the ground. A makeshift cross was the best he could do for the dead duo. Tom dusted his hands off as the marines began walking. Everything here seemed like a long walk away. The heat was dying down as some clouds moved in. Tom merely passed them off as a light rain. The marines weren't from this area so they would have a hard time understanding how destructive rain really is in the flood plains. Especially after a drought. The land around here seemed to take this recent drought harder than any other. It seemed like the creek dried up even quicker than usual, almost like it was being blocked by something upstream. Some low roars escaped the mass of cloud as it made its way over the dry and rigid Earth. The two marines came to a rockier area as they began walking. The rock like structures seemed more plausible now. The terrain slowly became more difficult to traverse, and it eventually became impassible. There were two options in front of the two marines. To travel over the incredibly tough rocky plain, or to walk easily along the dried up creek bed in between the mountainous rocky divides. Tom looked to young Alex. He knew the river bed would get wet during the storm, but he didn't understand just how wet. He didn't know anything. He did suspect the creek bed for a different reason. If there were any enemies, the banks would be the greatest place for an ambush. Tom didn't want to allow the hostiles to get the drop on them, but did they have any other choice? "Let's travel along the creek bed, it will be easier on us and make this go quicker. The only problem I see is if we get picked by an ambush... But we can handle ourselves right?" asked Tom in a slightly depressing tone. |
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Alex shrugged at Tom's question, to be honest he had no idea how strong the enemy would be so there was no telling if they could handle the problems that would occur in the future. There only two things he knew, the first was that he'd defend himself and possibly Tom to the best of his abilities. The second was that in a fight there was never a sure answer of winning or losing, there was just the there and now. Of course he would never say these things out loud, he had a reputation to uphold and talking like this would make people see him in a different light. He preferred the lazy, slacker light to any other. He began to walk along the creek bed as Tom had suggested, their destination didn't seem as far from this point. Just a few meters away, more like a ten minute walk. It would be less if the two came up with some conversation. Alex had no idea what to talk about, he wasn't the most talkative person but he did have a smart mouth when it came to messing with people. After a few seconds of internal struggle with the idea of asking a stupid question, Alex finally just spit it out in hopes to speed up the process of the walk with something to keep his mind off the walk. "So Tom, why'd you become a marine anyway?" It was a simple question yet to some it was more difficult to answer. It could trigger some emotional memories of the past or some stuff like that. Unfortunately, most people in the world didn't have a happy up bringing like Alex. |
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| KileyBarker | Feb 12 2012, 08:59 PM Post #15 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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A True Hero
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"I am chasing after someone... Someone who is vastly far away." said Tom. His voice held a hint of pride. Looked around eagerly. The barren and rocky landscape was slowly etched into his head. The wind was beginning to pick up. A storm was moving in. It started as a light sprinkle, but slowly the rain became heavier. The pitter-patter of the water hitting dried Earth echoed through the ravine. Lightning flashed across the sky. The thunder roared. The wind began its howling hymn. The entirety of nature itself joined together in this orchestra. Mother nature played her melody with perfect harmony. It was a typhoon unlike any other. Something was odd however. All of the lightning seemed to be striking one point off in the distance. A large structure stood ahead of the two marines, and every bolt struck it one after the other. As the duo continued their walk, the scene became clear. There, standing about 5 miles upstream of the town, was a dam holding back a large lake sized body of water... And it was starting to crack. The lightning was striking a large metal shaped like a "T" on the side of the dam. It was a control tower with a lightning rod inside. A great cackling matched to the tune of nature's melody. It hit the eardrums harder than any thunderous boom. Standing upon the large dam was the laughing man. It was William the Child. "Hellooooo there Dogs of the Government. I'd Willy. I bet you are wondering what all this is right? Well let me tell you. I am holding the entire town hostage. They don't even know it. I befriended all of them, so they don't suspect a thing. They just blindly do as their told, Gwahahahahahaaha. I asked them to call the world government, I asked them to send marines after me, all for this moment. You two will be my prisoners. I will have so much leverage over the WG with two marine officers as my hostages! So give yourselves up nicely. See this remote! If I press this button the explosives on the dam will burst and the water will rush down and flood the town, killing everybody! What will you do my little pets? Bow down before me, or watch yourselves and all the townspeople die in a flood!" It was all so sudden. William the child had just made an entrance, and he already held all the cards. He was known for being a schemer but this was ridiculous. How long had he been planning this? Holding about 1000 people hostage was ridiculous. What could the officers do? They had walked right into his trap. Three large burly men walked towards Tom and Alex. They had handcuffs in their hands. Tom hung his head in thought for a moment. He looked over to Alex and with a low sigh he said, "I suppose the only option is to give ourselves up then. What do you think Alex? Unless you could squeeze the entire canyon shut if I bought you some time... Or perhaps squeeze one thinner section of the canyon wall to divert the water away from the town?" Tom knew the only reasonable escape was to resign because his plans were way too risky, but he wanted his partner's input first. After all, devil fruit users are known for being extremely resourceful. Edited by KileyBarker, Feb 12 2012, 09:01 PM.
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"And says 'at last' just as the time bell rings Goodnight, now it's time to go home And he makes it fast with one more thing We are the Sultans We are the Sultans of Swing" Characters 🐐 🐏
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