Still in jail still struggling to write 100 words, the jailers were making him beat away at his keyboard like he beat away at the coal he was forced to mine. Chained together with an inmate he didn't really like too much, the prisoners all clanked away with their pickaxes. He loathed actually having to do work, he loathed being a productive member of society for no reason what so ever should a frail and skinny man as himself be forced to do back breaking labor. It was the corrupt policing system of the world government allowing the crooked marines to beat and humiliated the inmates in any way shape or form. #Piratelivesmatter
Continuing to beat away at the ore he'd been mining Thaddeus would watch one by one at each inmate would being to sneak looks at him. Everyone had heard about the Jailhouse Houdini that'd escaped and got caught inside the head office. They'd heard about how Luka Scarlett put him in the hospital for a month, while some thought he was insane all had to admire his crafty work. Some of the big shot inmates offered to recruit him to their gangs but prison gangs weren't really his angle. He didn't plan on staying long. From his time in the Head office Thaddeus knew he wanted to get himself something like that. While most pirates screamed ******** the world governemt, Thaddeus was working on a way to finesse them.
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Getting the criminal down into, All of the prisoners were excited to have a new playmate. The whole block started to go nuts for fresh meet coming into the confinement area. "I hope you can make some new friends!! Justice won today!!!!" he shouted as he threw the criminal into his cell and locked it. "Pirates.......you are all scum..." he said as he walked away from the confinement area.
~Enter and Exit.
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No resistance and yet this marine was still yelling out in anger towards him. This was the reason Adrian hated marines. They always felt as if they were better than anyone else just because they chose a different career path. "Tch!" He was pissed now, but mainly because he had to set himself a side quest to beat down a certain someone. Originally, the Shandian only felt like beating people up on the way to his current goal. Sure, he was going to make enemies along the way, but to have one this soon was something he was not truly prepared for. "Well.." He took a deep breath and started to look around. People were approaching him, but he really did not care for them. "..I've done my time. Time to go." Adrian was in the cell for a very little time. The estimated time frame would be just enough to mimic when the marine who captured him would already be out of the building.
That being said, his form would stare through the bars at another pirate who was captured in the opposite cell. He would not stay here like this one, nor would he be the "fresh meat" that was accompanied with new people. "Hey ugly!" The Shandian called out to a guard, who would in turn walk over. A quick and rapid grab and pull would smash said guards head right into Adrian's cell bars. Using one arm to keep the guard slumped against the cell, Adrian would use his other to rummage through pockets in an attempt to find a key. "Easy enough~" He spoke out as he finally fished out what he needed. Pushing the man away, the Shandian would use the keys to open his own cell. After stepping over the fallen guard, Adrian just threw the keys to another pirate before leaving on his own.
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Oh my she got some good angles in these pictures, yeah these were keepers. She would have loved taking more pictures but they had been getting near the base and a marine being in a boat taking pictures of a naked man would be questionable at best. She simply got him fixed up, wrapping up his leg since it was probably sprained Juusa also wrapped his chest. Of course she had no medical expertise so for all that she knew this could be doing absolutely nothing to help his recovery. Docking the boat she would lift him up again and would carry Littlefin all the way to confinement area. Placing him inside one of the cells before skipping happily away to find something else to do for the time being. Passing by a knocked out guard Juusa gave him a soft slap on the face. "Wake up sleepy head" With that she was gone. (EXIT)
Being beat wasn't that big of a deal, there were stronger people in the world. People stronger than him and the other two he had loads of fun destroying and stealing with. The odds were unlucky, cause it just so happened that a few of those stronger people were enlisted marines, and had showed up to stop the two after their fun. Though it was something real real fishy about that marine he fought that he just couldn't put his finger on it. Speaking of her. It seems Littlefin was getting a little excited, because in his dream he was thinking of the Marine in nothing but her Bra and Panties. Yeah, he was still out cold from the little bout he had earlier with the woman in his dreams. "Take it all off Toots! Here, lemme help you..." Fantasizing about the Marine, he'd reach his hands out as if to grab for something. "Here's your lunch Lake a**!" shouted the guard, as he tossed a plate up against the bars of Littlefin's cell. Cold, stanking, nasty a** grool splashing all over him. There's no telling what he thought that was before he woke up. Opening and closing his eyes over and over again, he'd sigh as reality sunk in. Boy oh boy was he having a good ole' dream. The guards could tell by the rise in his pants...Which was slowly going down. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up and looked over his body. "WAAATDAAFAHKKK!!!" Littlefin yelled as he saw the grool all over his body, inmates poking their heads out of the bars to see what was this kids deal. "BRO DEY MAD DISRESPECKFUL! REAL TALK!" Littlefin said to add on to his last remark. Standing up from the floor he had been on, he wiped the s**t off his cheap clothes all boujee like as if it was Gucci, or Prada. Just as he had been doing that, the guard who had done it had walked back past his cell snickering at Littlefin on the way. "HEY! HEY! DON'T I GET MY ONE LUL FONE COULL?!" he yelled out as he poked his head through the bar. The guard came back to Littlefin's cell. "Listen up Littlebitch! You say one more thi-" the guard said as he got in Littlefin's face. As he did that, he wasn't paying attention to the hand that slipped through the bar and grabbed hold of him. Holding onto the man he pushed him away from the cell and back towards it, slamming his head smack into the bars. On impact he was knocked out cold. Quickly letting go of the guard he slipped his hands back through the bars and grabbed the keys from his belt in one swift motion. "HAH! WHO DA LUL b***h NAO?!" Littlefin yelled out as he smiled so hard his face could break. Going through the keys until he found the right one, he unlocked his cell breaking the end of the key off in the door. Running off, he stopped on one heel before turning around. Chuckling, he grabbed the guards body and slid him into the cell before locking him in there. Welp looked like he was gonna be stuck for a while. With him being fresh out, he hauled a** out of Marine HQ. No way in hell was he gonna stick around. Who was dumb enough to do that?
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Wolfnod had been unconscious for a number of days within the infirmary, when he finally regained a semblance of himself he was hoisted off into the nearest cell they had free. He was kept away from the general populace due to his sever injuries and the fact that he had a history of cannibalism. The snake mink had taken a few days to recover inside his cell before finally moving around and trying to formulate a plan, god knew he wouldn't be staying here for years thanks to his crimes. Hell, he had become the victim in this most recent tangle he found himself in, the tiny marine he was put up against had nearly killed him with zero effort. Thanks to the powerful blow he had received to his jaw and chest much of Wolfnod's body had been covered by bandages, successfully nullifying his ability of speech and keeping him from annoying the nursing staff and jailors around him, it was a real bore. Still thanks to his good behavior he had been flying under the radar recently which gave him the ability move more freely. His snake-like body being mostly cartilage meant he could squeeze his way through the bars with only a little effort involved, he had already attempted this the previous night to make sure it was a feasible plan in the first place. When the many guards finally called lights out and things grew quiet that was when Wolfnod made his move. Slinking through the bars as sneakily as he could, as he navigated the jail he ran into more than a few unsuspecting guards but decided to leave them alone and continue to slyly exit. Partly because his face was in rough shape and devouring them would prove both difficult and painful, and partly because he had been stricken with a strange mix of fear and hatred for the marine that put him here, seriously considering stopping his cannibalism all together if it meant limiting the run-ins he had with the young marine. It felt like he had gone in circles a few times, managing to end up in the same spot more than once. However between sticking to the shadows and the unassuming staff guarding this level he was able to successfully navigate himself toward the exit. It only took a couple more minutes for him to find the surface and breathe fresh air once again, needing to make a quick stop in order to collect his belongings in holding, returning everything in full before heading out of the building. Still his celebration was short lived, if he wanted to escape he needed to keep pressing forward quickly and remove himself from this horrible island full of the navy. He was a sitting duck, but not for much longer as he continued his trek toward the shore in hopes of finding a nearby boat stashed away. Perhaps his own vessel was somewhere in the mass of docked ships near the bay, however it'd be risky to search thoroughly with so much marine activity surrounding him. [exit]
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--------He was here now. He hadn't expected it to be this big, but it was the marines headquarters. He considered it, just throwing money away so he could be out, buy that just wasn't him. He knew he would start swinging, and thus made sure to wait. This place couldn't be easily smashed through, and he would be here with no oen by himself. They knew his big size would make him hard to fit in with other cell mates, and he looked like he didn't play well with others. It was a fine assumption to make, something he would make sure for them to regret. He sat there, looking over his wound. It had been a powerful one, a shot that wasn't coming out. A gun? Bullets? He would have to learn to not be flawed like this, but how would he overcome this? This was not something he had done in the pits, why would he be able to do it here? He shook his head, sitting on the bench he would have to himself now. He had a pot to piss in and a bed. Not bad accommodations, something he was more or less used to. "Feels like home boss" He stated to the guard who put him in. The guard was highly confused, but Juru smiled and the guard turned. He waited, looking to the mans pockets. Nope. Empty. He needed the one with the keys. There was always one who carried the most keys and felt the most important. It was a wonder what little things such as keys did to people. It was a wonder why keys made people feel so powerful? It could be said the same way for that of himself. His size gave him power and yet he still felt weak. It was time for him to attempt something new, different. He was no longer in the pits, and he was still acting simple. He had to think bigger, stronger. He had raided and destroyed, but what was next. He could cast blame on his mother, stating he was doing what he was doing because she had never been in his life, or his father he never knew. He could ponder what he wanted to do, but he knew that he did what he wanted to do because he wanted to do it. He would bring his destruction because he liked it, because he enjoyed it. He smiled, and began pounding on the bars. "Woe is me! Woe is me I have to pee!" He shouted, banging on the bars as guards came. Many of them rushed, coming in his direction. It was odd to hear a man going so crazy about the want to pee, but when the first guard came to the gate, Juru grabbed him,pulling him close to the gate, squeezing him. "Open it" Juru stated, his large hands feeling over the man. He had a key, not all the keys, but a key. Juru slid the man over, pushing him from one hand to another till he was at the keyhole. When Juru heard the Click of the jail opening, Juru let the man go, looking to all the other guards. The first thing Juru did was kick the first guard who had let him out like a football, punting him somewhere away from the others. "You get to not feel the rest of this" He stated in the direction of the punted man. As for the rest, they were clobbered, beaten and battered away by Juru as he kicked and punched and ripped at any guard that came his way. They used weak weapons like swords and lances that left cuts on him, but he used others as body shields, running towards the docks to leave. He would be gone. He had power to obtain. The question was how? -------- -------- ooc: Exit 644/500
And after days of quiet something happens. And so close to his release date. Sad to think he was so close to becoming a productive member of society. Now with his chance of escape so easy why would he not take the opportunity. While his conscious wavered between the 2 choices his inner thug forced him closer toward the bars of his cell. Sweat pouring from his brow, his primal impulses were so strong his institutionalized sense of morality was being corrupted. But it seemed like a waste, he could've escaped at anytime. and with literally 2 more days until freedom Thaddeus Fell into his temptation. Regressing into his primal state. While in the midst of a prison riot. Feeling the spirit of the prisoners on death row before him, Thaddeus grabbed hold of the bars of the cell and screamed. Stopping his feet violently, sticking his arms through the bars of his cell he attempted to grab hold of the fleeing marines. Doing his part in the senseless violence. Escaped convicts quickly fashioned weapons out of anything they could fine, chairs, rusty pipes, sharpened toothbrushes. The newly equip army would charge forward attempting to dice and slash their way to freedom. It was utter chaos. And in the chaos he lost himself. Grabbing a guard by the neck Thaddeus began strangling him through the bars of his cell, knocking his head into the bars two, three, four times. While another raging inmate came from behind and began stabbing the guard. In the midst of all the commotion Thaddeus managed to wrestle the key to his cell free, snaking his lanky arms he would unlock his cell. Becoming a freeman once more. With looting and murder going on all around him Thaddeus would loose himself in the frey just becoming another violent aggressor in a sea of black and white striped jumpsuits.
At this time he was completely blacked out, acting on impulse alone. Suddenly he would be confronted with a tremendous splurge of water. Forcing him off in feet onto the ground. The ice cold of the water would cool down the hot head. Soon order would be brought back to the jail as beatings were dispensed, but atleast they had fun. and that was all a prisoner could ask for.
What a shame. All he had done to break out of jail the last time, and he managed to end up right back where he started; in jail. Laid out on the floor from the marine boy tossing him aside like trash, Littlefin was still out cold. Drooling from his mouth, he was getting some well earned sleep. This was his second time looting a kingdom, and not reaping a single reward from it. Also the second time he had destroyed a kingdom and lost to a marine. It always seemed to be him. Though he had not a problem with fighting or going head up against anyone...It was always him. The winged white haired male whose name he never caught, always seemed to sneak off scott free. It even seemed that he made it out of the destroyed kingdom with loot in hand. Opening his eyes wide, he panted at a quick rate. As he stared at the ceiling, he relaxed and took a deep breath. "I-It was just a dream..." he said quietly under his breath as he closed his eyes and relaxed. It seemed he thought the whole ordeal with the marine boy was a nightmare. At least it certainly felt like it. As he moved to get up however, the pain in his ankle was very real. It was sprained and it hurt, but it wasn't a big deal. He would get over it soon. As he got to his feet, he paced toward the bars of his cell. The ruffian grabbed the bars of his cell door and jerked it, hoping that the impossible would be possible and his door opened. But expectations led to disappointments, and this was no different. "YO, I'M HUNGRY AS FUUH! WHERE DA FOOD AT?!?!" All it took was a few minutes to boot up and Littlefin was back to being good ole' Littlefin. Loud and rambunctious. Jerking his cell door over and over and over, he grew impatient. He wanted out. Becoming angry with the cell he was in, his nostrils flared and his eyes took on a nasty mustard yellow with slit pupil like before. It appeared he had lost his beanie but Littlefin had not realized it himself despite his head being naked without it. Eyes trailed the hall to notice the guard on duty sleeping. It was time to break out. Though Littlefin would break out whether he was sleep or woke, he didn't care. Grabbing the two most center bars he pulled them the opposite direction of the other. With his inhumane strength, he began to bend the bars into an opening he could slip through. Slithering through this newly created opening, the boy slipped out of his cell and once again bid the halls of Marine HQ a farewell. Pirates in their cells, the guilty and the innocent alike all begging and pleading to Littlefin to help them escape from their cells as well. Littlefin chuckled as he strolled past them, how weak they were. Expecting handouts. Nothing in life was free, if you wanted it you took it with your own two hands. Or at least that's how he was taught growing up. As he strolled the Halls however, he noticed an old gem at the docks from the window. "OH HELL YEAH! DAS DOPE!" It was a bit dusty but he was sure it would run just fine. Maybe, just maybe he could turn it into something brand spanking new. With the sight of such a thing, he haul tailed outta the building to the port to check this beauty out.
Thaddeus had been here so long he'd seen countless inmates come and go. But through the grapevine he'd heard of one kid who escaped only to be caught almost as fast a Thaddeus. The straggly man would've grown out his facial hair with all the time he'd been here. From down the hall Thaddeus could hear the familiar creek of metal bending, and he didn't mean the last airbender type. Sitting back in his cell with a smile on his decrepit face, something was happening.
The familiar pitter patter of bare feet would remind him of the time Merlin dance around the hull of his ship, His ship, his adventure! So close yet so far from him. His babygirl was probably collecting dust while he sat here in this 4x4 cell rotting. And just like that he'd hear "OH HELL YEAH! DAS DOPE!" Turing to his cell doors to find another ginger kid eyeballing his ship.
"Yeah she is dope. Gotta bar in the hull, was planning on making it a floating club... and just look where that got me."
Thaddeus would speak to the child as he would continue gazing at his vessel. This could be his chance, he wanted out of this joint no doubt. Knowing the freaks this sea gave birth to he wouldn't be surprised if this kid was just as strong as that Blackheart kid. No matter, that kid was still free from his cell. Dressed in the same black and white outfit Thaddeus knew this was the one they called Littlefin typical Fishmen kickname bullshit. But looking at him he couldn't see any webbed hands or feet. So maybe he was more like Thaddeus in multiple ways.
"So you're that kid? The one who got away ~Zwahahahah! I think their feeding steroids to the marines, either that or exp but nevermind that."
Typical Thaddeus ranting but never getting to the chase, he knew this kid wasn't going to stay to hear his bullshit.
"I know what you're thinking, you aint man enough to steer my b***h."
Hocking up a nasty loogie, Thaddeus would spit through the iron bars onto the floor.
"No one man can steer that ship alone, so I'll cut you a deal.
You bust me out, I know about a smooth lick worth a lease. Ya heard?! At least 500k. And you bet your a** I aint saying s**t until these bars bent. Niggα"
The ginger marksmen seduced, he wasn't lying either. This time he was going for a different approach. Naturally their were some ties that needed to be cut.
Like a Cinderella story the clock would strike midnight. An ominous gong sounded in the distance, signalling Thaddeus' return to the civilized world. A new and reformed man.
"Inmate number 3226!"
"Ohh, looks that that's for me. Better high tail it kid."
Thaddeus would say, stepping back into the darkness of his cell an even greater smile perched on his face.
"My offer still stands, but do make sure you read the new terms and conditions ~Zwahahah!"
His final words before armed guards would walk down the corridor straight to his cell. You see it was time, his release date was now here. Emerging from his cell in cuffs Thaddeus would be escorted from his cell. Cuffs still wrapped firmly around his wrist. There was no real need for him to break out of jail days before his release. It just added to the fun of boring old jail. With a smile that could envy Gold Rogers Thaddeus was given back his belongings and officially release from custody.
Walking out of the prison faintly in the background you could hear...
Luka was a bit let down by the boy's response to her speech back at Kano. He took the typical misunderstood teen reply and yelled at her for trying to connect with him as someone else whose family had been taken from them. Of course he refused to accept any sort of sympathy and started struggling and yelling more, refusing to listen to reason as Enka was forced to render the boy unconscious before responding to another alarm. He let Luka take him back with her much roomier vessel and Xera even tagged along as well. Though Luka wasn't entirely sure what to do now as she carried the kid in her arms, properly cuffed as he was still very much knocked the ******** out.
She was told to bring him to the regular confinement area as a waiting stop before he would be placed on the next ship to the undersea prison, Impel Down. However he was still but a child and she still wanted to speak out on his behalf against some alternative solution. After all she had no desire to send some misguided child off to such an utterly horrifying prison for the rest of his natural life span at all. It was just...far too cruel for him given her belief that he could be helped somehow. She sighed, thinking of what she planned to say as she would arrive at the Onside Confinement Area, expecting to be met by Admiral Chikami when she did.
Xera stayed mostly quiet on the trip back to Marine HQ. She wasn't much of a talker in the first place so it was not like she was holding back or anything. She very simply did not wish to speak at the moment. When they got to Marine HQ, they immediately took Littlefin to the confinement area...however like expected they didn't just lock him up and walk out instead they waited. Supposedly this kid was going to be thrown to Impel Down, which was maybe good or maybe bad. Either way this was not exactly a place that just anyone had access to right now. It was simply a matter of meeting up with someone who did. Which was who they were waiting for...someone to take Littlefin to impel down.
-------- Lets get this over with. He was in jail, again! It was quite funny to find himself here again, but it was what it was. He had expected to do better against the drunk, but that small one...Fast. He needed to be faster for people like her, or just not make as much mistakes. Put on some muscle? Maybe. He needed to be unable to be caught in such foolish ways. The fighting pits had only prepared him for so much. He needed to deal with assassins now, or people of the calibur. He sighed, shaking his head as he looked to the cell walls. It wasn't the one he was in last time, but it was a cell nonetheless. He sighed, looking to these tiny walls they would use to contain him. Was this really to be where he would keep going? He was working too hard to be placed in the same place over and over. He was just here! They should already be cleaning up the other cell, not dealing with him in a new one. He eyed some of the guards, who were thinking the same thing. He could see it on their faces. It angered him. He was just here, now he was back again? Maybe he should just serve out his bounty and wait...Nah that was foolish. He wasn't the type to sit around and do nothing. He had the itch! He wanted to be out there. raiding and destroying. He felt it, for it was apart of him. He could only sit here for so long before pounding on the walls. His power was growing with every encounter! He needed a way out. This was not the place to hold him! His strikes continued on the walls, pounding the same place over and over. Most would think he was just mad, or that his mind had been screwed up by the many hits from the young ninja. Some would be right, but his strength was enough to dent in the wall the more and more he hit the same spot. At some point it would have to get weak, and the more and more he hit, the more he could hear the wall crumbling. He just needed a bit more and the wall would give way. Soon, with one good punch, down came the wall, and all he did was laugh. "Foolish" He muttered as he shoved his way into the hole and began running through the walls. OF course, the walls would be small, but as he pushed himself into the crevices and pushed outwards, the walls would expand, giving him space to move back and forth. He was a bit lanky either way, and he needed to just slide on through. When he found another weaker wall, he punched his way through it, making his way off the side of the marine H.Q. He gasped, almost falling off the building. He held on tight, crawling along the side as he hopped onto a lone boat and rowed his way out of containment once again. He looked to the world. He had much to do. Where to raid next? Or Destroy? Screw it, maybe both!? -------- --------
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