The day was young as a wounded Jonas walked down the streets of Water 7. You see, days before he had gotten into a little altercation upon arriving on the island they gave him some small injures. A sprained wrist was probably the worst of the injuries he had gained that day. He received many different looks as he walked down the streets. Mostly due to the unusual tone of his eyes. Water 7 was a very active tourist place, so when people who looked “different” explored it they would be stared at. Jonas loved the attention. While people glanced at him, he felt as if he held some sort of hold over them. Due to his Devil Fruit requiring the enemy to look upon him before he could engage in combat with them.
A small smirk would curl up on his lips as he thought of the actions he could issue at any given time. Some would say he was sadistic with the way he was thinking, but it wasn’t unnatural for a man to want to have fun every now and then. “Man, I really don’t feel like walking around all day. What the hell should I do?” The Black suited man whispered to no one in particular. He didn’t know very much about Water 7 besides the information he had gained while fighting earlier. Basically, the only thing he knew was that the island was the true home of Shipwrights. Whatever in hell that meant Jonas didn’t know, but he would assume that a lot of ship makers lived on the island. It would explain all of the docks and ship parts laying here and there.
At times he was disgusted to even walk through the part of time he was in. Feeling as if the oiled down metal would come into contact with him and cause black smudges to appear on his gloves. With that minor though, Jonas would stuff his hands into the pockets of his pants. He didn’t want his pearl like cloth to be infected. After taking his mind off of the gloves. Jonas would come into the Business District of Water 7. Here the area was even more active with people. With a large amount going into a building labeled “Li Dian’s Kitches & Bar”.
A small smirk would curl up on his lips as he thought of the actions he could issue at any given time. Some would say he was sadistic with the way he was thinking, but it wasn’t unnatural for a man to want to have fun every now and then. “Man, I really don’t feel like walking around all day. What the hell should I do?” The Black suited man whispered to no one in particular. He didn’t know very much about Water 7 besides the information he had gained while fighting earlier. Basically, the only thing he knew was that the island was the true home of Shipwrights. Whatever in hell that meant Jonas didn’t know, but he would assume that a lot of ship makers lived on the island. It would explain all of the docks and ship parts laying here and there.
At times he was disgusted to even walk through the part of time he was in. Feeling as if the oiled down metal would come into contact with him and cause black smudges to appear on his gloves. With that minor though, Jonas would stuff his hands into the pockets of his pants. He didn’t want his pearl like cloth to be infected. After taking his mind off of the gloves. Jonas would come into the Business District of Water 7. Here the area was even more active with people. With a large amount going into a building labeled “Li Dian’s Kitches & Bar”.