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//Sycamore Cycles//
[Trafalgar Law was having a Day.
When he arrived in Genessia a few weeks ago he had realized three things: his reputation and standing as pirate back home meant almost nothing, that in addition to being without his submarine and crew, his goals were literally unobtainable and he had no reason to continue a life of piracy here when he had other skills that could be put to good use, and that for some people from home (and others who would inevitably learn that he was a pirate as he wasn't exactly trying to hide it) neither of those facts would matter.
Of course being away from home didn't absolve him of his crimes nor did he expect the marines here to treat him as such. However, he did expect a certain level of decorum. A terse sort of forced friendliness if only because it wasn't worth the trouble to continue an antagonistic relationship. Perhaps tolerance would be the right word for it. After all what good would it do any of them to engage in destructive behaviors? It wasn't like he could be convicted and tried as a pirate here and he has done nothing to warrant any sort of punitive action.
Then there was Smoker.
Smoker who acted like he needed to prove something. Like he owed it to Genessia to keep the pirates from his world from causing trouble. Smoker who always, always, acted on his own justice. Smoker who told him that he still felt like he had to catch pirates. That he had an almost physical and psychological need to catch pirates.
It was Smoker who was responsible for Law's current situation. That situation was, in short, humiliating. Smoker had caught him. Barged into his office, stuck the tip of his seastone capped jitte into the center of his chest, and shackled him with seastone cuffs before Law had even had a chance to open his mouth and ask him what the hell he was doing in his office.
It pisses him off that he didn't see it coming. It infuriates him that because he didn't see it coming, because he had mistakenly allowed himself to be lulled into some sort of complacency ever since he started to work at the hospital, it had happened so damn fast. Then, Smoker had toted him along in those seastone cuffs with Law yelling and screaming at him the whole time even though he was exhausted because of those stupid things and ploppped down at Sycamore Cycles.
He made sure to cuff his legs, too. Just to make sure he wouldn't be running off anywhere.
Then, he left.
The asshole just up and left him there.
So, everyone, there is one very pissed off pirate chained up inside Sycamore Cycles shouting after Smoker's reatreating back, "GET BACK HERE, ASSHOLE! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? YOU'D BETTER NOT BE LEAVING ME HERE LIKE THIS. I SAID GET BACK HERE!" Shouting long after he's gone and eventually quieting down into a stewing, heavily embarassed silence because why did this happen to him what is his life.]
[Trafalgar Law was having a Day.
When he arrived in Genessia a few weeks ago he had realized three things: his reputation and standing as pirate back home meant almost nothing, that in addition to being without his submarine and crew, his goals were literally unobtainable and he had no reason to continue a life of piracy here when he had other skills that could be put to good use, and that for some people from home (and others who would inevitably learn that he was a pirate as he wasn't exactly trying to hide it) neither of those facts would matter.
Of course being away from home didn't absolve him of his crimes nor did he expect the marines here to treat him as such. However, he did expect a certain level of decorum. A terse sort of forced friendliness if only because it wasn't worth the trouble to continue an antagonistic relationship. Perhaps tolerance would be the right word for it. After all what good would it do any of them to engage in destructive behaviors? It wasn't like he could be convicted and tried as a pirate here and he has done nothing to warrant any sort of punitive action.
Then there was Smoker.
Smoker who acted like he needed to prove something. Like he owed it to Genessia to keep the pirates from his world from causing trouble. Smoker who always, always, acted on his own justice. Smoker who told him that he still felt like he had to catch pirates. That he had an almost physical and psychological need to catch pirates.
It was Smoker who was responsible for Law's current situation. That situation was, in short, humiliating. Smoker had caught him. Barged into his office, stuck the tip of his seastone capped jitte into the center of his chest, and shackled him with seastone cuffs before Law had even had a chance to open his mouth and ask him what the hell he was doing in his office.
It pisses him off that he didn't see it coming. It infuriates him that because he didn't see it coming, because he had mistakenly allowed himself to be lulled into some sort of complacency ever since he started to work at the hospital, it had happened so damn fast. Then, Smoker had toted him along in those seastone cuffs with Law yelling and screaming at him the whole time even though he was exhausted because of those stupid things and ploppped down at Sycamore Cycles.
He made sure to cuff his legs, too. Just to make sure he wouldn't be running off anywhere.
Then, he left.
The asshole just up and left him there.
So, everyone, there is one very pissed off pirate chained up inside Sycamore Cycles shouting after Smoker's reatreating back, "GET BACK HERE, ASSHOLE! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? YOU'D BETTER NOT BE LEAVING ME HERE LIKE THIS. I SAID GET BACK HERE!" Shouting long after he's gone and eventually quieting down into a stewing, heavily embarassed silence because why did this happen to him what is his life.]