a life for pirates [Q]
Aug 11, 2012 14:33:15 GMT -8
Post by Naitome on Aug 11, 2012 14:33:15 GMT -8
Akuharu sat, contemplating his own thoughts, and watched as his earlier waitress exited the kitchen bringing a far off table a group of drinks. The men she served were crude, brutes, slapping her behind and giving her a knowing wink while she virtually squealed with joy, the exaggerated swish of her hips as she departed clear to anyone with eyes. Tch.
In the following seconds, a commotion would build outside, the sounds of men jeering raucously outside. Even within the relatively noisy bar, voices could still be heard, though whatever words they spoke were lost in the spiraling miasma of other things.
Then suddenly, fire. Without warning it attacked the double-doors of the small tavern, and in the panic of the moment, many within did not even take refuge, merely screamed in panic and rose from their tables in terror. Akuharu hopped the bar counter itself, rushing near the back, trying to find the supply and employee entrance/exits that would, being a functioning bar, have to be there as a crowd of others joined him in the fray. Of course, even if, unlike every other bar in known history, this specific tavern had only one method of entering and exiting, it would matter little, as the wood composing the buildings entirety would be nothing to force his way through, even for a normal man, a snapping kick followed by the heavily placed weight of his own trained body with the added assistance of others trying to save their own lives would create a simple escape route through a rear facing wall where none previously might have existed, as Akuharu was the first to greet the night air, yelling above the fright of the crowd as he watched the fire slowly consume the inside of the bar.THIS WAY! HURRY!
The flames spread from the front of the bar and on inwards, but those who'd not merely cowered beneath their tables in order to avoid the destruction had successfully made their way out of the bar behind Akuharu. Barely a second after the last panicked foot breached the back entrance, the roof collapsed, and Akuharu's vision was obstructed by burning wood and smoke. A voice flared out, cutting through the stunned silence"Where are you hiding, Jukkai? Hide all you want, but I will find you and get back what you've stolen from me."
Akuharu did not waste time worrying about who this Jukkai was. Instead, he made his way around the outskirts of the building, mimicking the startled reactions of its patrons and the many other villagers watching, blending in to the amassed crowd and slowly coming back to the front entrance, careful not to be seen by whoever perpetrated such senseless violence.