Beach Bum (Open)

[ZORAMOSA DELAROSA]

With nothing to do still, stranded on the resort island of Baterilla for far too long now, Zoramosa had found a place on the beach that he preferred to relax in on lazy days like this. For Zoramosa almost any day was a lazy day. Today however he was irritated as well as lazy. His fleet was going nowhere, his only real interesting colleague Axel had gone off and not returned for awhile now, and there had been no pirates around to take his frustration out. Things started to look up in that last case now, as there was some no body piece of crap civilian sitting in his favorite chosen spot. He had specifically marked it off with special caution signs, and made sure that everyone knew the spot belonged to Zoramosa X. Delarosa, Vice Admiral of the 88th fleet. To think he went through all that trouble out of the kindness of his heart to keep the vermin from getting on his nerves. And yet, here one was. Lounging in his special seat, and drinking a coconut like he was trying to impersonate Zoramosa. Oh this was not going to end well at all, Zoramosa's knife was already in hand as he approached the civilian, silent anger growing in his heart.

"Well hello there. I guess you didn't realize exactly whose spot this is. So I'll let you know, this is the Vice Admiral's favorite relaxation spot." Zoramosa faked a friendly smile, the knife carefully hidden behind his back as he waited for the kid to respond. He couldn't of been more than 16, sandy brown hair and the body of your typical beach bully. He must of thought he would get off easy because of his looks, oh how wrong he was. "Yeah, I know who claimed this spot. What's he going to do? Arrest me?" He never looked up from the sea as he scoffed at the idea that this Marine, who he was obviously unfamiliar with, would do so much as lay a finger on him. He was right in a way. Zorsamosa would lay the steel knuckle grip of his knife on the boys face, striking him in the cheek with all his might as the boy rolled out of the chair in pain. "No, he prefers the more violent approach." Grabbing the boy by the hair Zoramosa slammed his face in the sand before continuing, the knife waving in front of the boys face. "Now let me make this perfectly clear, so that you can run back and tell all your douche bag friends about it. Never. Sit in my spot again. If I see you in 1 mile of my spot? I'll make sure you never get a chance to speak again." Dropping the boy's head, and watching him scurry off after, Zoramosa finally took his throne.

"It's good to be king." With that he took a sip from his newly acquired coconut drink and leaned back in the chair, letting the sound of waves wash over him. Sure would be nice if something interesting would happen today though. Nothing ever seemed to happen here, even on the worst days it was only ever a small storm. What he needed was some excitement, some adventure. He needed to kill something legally! Also he needed all these people to stop starring at him. Not like they hadn't seen him beat someone up before.