RE: The $300,000 Fight-A-Thon! [Round Two: Toyetic!]
06-28-2013, 05:02 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-28-2013, 05:03 AM by eberron.)
Sal looked around and sighed. Here he was, working another long shift in the sun, heat and the dreadful smell of the Brinehook Street Fish Market. Normally content to work the storage freezers, today he had been called on to help keep the stalls stocked.
"Why did I even decide to work here?" Sal moaned to himself as he shifted a crate of rather ripe smelling carp to make room for some newer catch. "My damn nose is ready to cut itself right off my face and run."
With a sigh, Sal wandered over to the newest crate at the stall. "Hm, quite a large catch." he mused as he pryed open the lid. Inside, to Sal's slight surprise, were dozens of shark fins. "What a catch indeed." Sal smiled to himself, thoughts of a nice paycheck in his mind as he reached to pick up one of the fins.
The fin's owner, however, was rather keen on keeping it on his back.
Ironjaw growled to himself. He couldn't see where he was, the smell was horid and worse of all, he didn't get to kill Axys. "Just my fucking luck. I swear that bloke is going to get it once I find him." Suddenly, Ironjaw felt a hand grab his fin. With a jolt, Ironjaw's fist swung up. WHAM! As fins were sent flying, Ironjaw shot to his feet and looked around. "Fucking kidding me? A FISH MARKET?!?" Looking back into the crate he felt even worse. "SHARK FINS!?!? Oh, now that bloke and those kids are really dead!" As he stepped out of the crate, Ironjaw noticed a human laying on the ground. He was holding his chin, witch now bore a nice bruise thanks to Ironjaw's fist. "You were the one who grabbed me huh?" he snarled. "Heh, weak and not worth my time." Before he could walk away, he felt a hand lightly grab his jumper sleeve. "Now what?" Ironjaw turned to find the human looking at a watch that had suddenly appeared on Ironjaw's arm. "The hell is this?"
Sal felt his heart jump as he looked at the watch. "Could it be? Could the stories be true?" Sal looked up at Ironjaw. "You...your a Watcher! Please... let me help you!" Before Ironjaw could argue, Sal had grabbed his wrist and stared at the watch. "Ah! It says that a Watcher house is near by. Please, let me take you there. I've heard that its full of weapons and other items to help the Watchers in there never ending war with each other." As Sal stood up he looked at Ironjaw, a look of awe, desire and submission to someone he had just clearly mistaken for someone else.
With a smirk, and not one to pass a chance to get a leg up on the others, Ironjaw simply nodded and said, "Lead on then."
"Why did I even decide to work here?" Sal moaned to himself as he shifted a crate of rather ripe smelling carp to make room for some newer catch. "My damn nose is ready to cut itself right off my face and run."
With a sigh, Sal wandered over to the newest crate at the stall. "Hm, quite a large catch." he mused as he pryed open the lid. Inside, to Sal's slight surprise, were dozens of shark fins. "What a catch indeed." Sal smiled to himself, thoughts of a nice paycheck in his mind as he reached to pick up one of the fins.
The fin's owner, however, was rather keen on keeping it on his back.
Ironjaw growled to himself. He couldn't see where he was, the smell was horid and worse of all, he didn't get to kill Axys. "Just my fucking luck. I swear that bloke is going to get it once I find him." Suddenly, Ironjaw felt a hand grab his fin. With a jolt, Ironjaw's fist swung up. WHAM! As fins were sent flying, Ironjaw shot to his feet and looked around. "Fucking kidding me? A FISH MARKET?!?" Looking back into the crate he felt even worse. "SHARK FINS!?!? Oh, now that bloke and those kids are really dead!" As he stepped out of the crate, Ironjaw noticed a human laying on the ground. He was holding his chin, witch now bore a nice bruise thanks to Ironjaw's fist. "You were the one who grabbed me huh?" he snarled. "Heh, weak and not worth my time." Before he could walk away, he felt a hand lightly grab his jumper sleeve. "Now what?" Ironjaw turned to find the human looking at a watch that had suddenly appeared on Ironjaw's arm. "The hell is this?"
Sal felt his heart jump as he looked at the watch. "Could it be? Could the stories be true?" Sal looked up at Ironjaw. "You...your a Watcher! Please... let me help you!" Before Ironjaw could argue, Sal had grabbed his wrist and stared at the watch. "Ah! It says that a Watcher house is near by. Please, let me take you there. I've heard that its full of weapons and other items to help the Watchers in there never ending war with each other." As Sal stood up he looked at Ironjaw, a look of awe, desire and submission to someone he had just clearly mistaken for someone else.
With a smirk, and not one to pass a chance to get a leg up on the others, Ironjaw simply nodded and said, "Lead on then."