Post by Mari Yakobu on Aug 17, 2019 3:58:25 GMT -4
Mari Yakobu
UltraWear || Code Name || Heavy Breather
It was somewhere around here. Mari managed to get an address to meet up with the head of her ‘security operations’, but she seems to have gotten a bit lost. The fashionista, who was so far removed from the streets she might as well have been the hermit on the mountain’s summit, was walking through one of the more dangerous sections of Tokyo’s outskirts. She had heard it described as a Flashpoint area by the news media. A place where the Government and the anarchist vied for control. That wasn’t a matter for Yakobu, as she casually walked along. Opening her store, dating Maxi, and getting grilled by the Military because she received Government grants, gave the once shy wallflower and new boldness.
As she looked at the address she was given, she pulled her shoulder bag up into a more comfortable position. While she was wearing an orange babydoll t-shirt with her UW logo on it, she also had a short sleeved lavender jacket over it, left open. While it wasn’t a common piece of her wardrobe, today definitely called for denim pants and ankle high boots. No heel. Her eyes sat behind tinted circle glasses that gave her more of a West coast debutant than that of a traditional japanese girl raised in the rural towns. Her long black hair was secured in a pair of twin tails that followed the breeze of the alleyways.
Just a short distance away, she heard a thud and a man start running towards her. This guy was a purse snatcher who, guess what, just snatched the purse of an elder woman. Without a moment’s hesitation, the moment he got near her, the former U.A. student grabbed his hoodie’s hood and pulled it down behind him sharply, causing hsi feet to fly out from underneath him and his airway closed for a second. She then promptly moved her rear body above him and let gravity take hold as she planted her butt on his chest knocking him out. She picked up the purse and walked it back to the old woman. “Here you are Ma’am. Have a good day.”
Without even so much as waiting for a thank you, she began walking off, heading to where she thought a cross road was.
As she looked at the address she was given, she pulled her shoulder bag up into a more comfortable position. While she was wearing an orange babydoll t-shirt with her UW logo on it, she also had a short sleeved lavender jacket over it, left open. While it wasn’t a common piece of her wardrobe, today definitely called for denim pants and ankle high boots. No heel. Her eyes sat behind tinted circle glasses that gave her more of a West coast debutant than that of a traditional japanese girl raised in the rural towns. Her long black hair was secured in a pair of twin tails that followed the breeze of the alleyways.
Just a short distance away, she heard a thud and a man start running towards her. This guy was a purse snatcher who, guess what, just snatched the purse of an elder woman. Without a moment’s hesitation, the moment he got near her, the former U.A. student grabbed his hoodie’s hood and pulled it down behind him sharply, causing hsi feet to fly out from underneath him and his airway closed for a second. She then promptly moved her rear body above him and let gravity take hold as she planted her butt on his chest knocking him out. She picked up the purse and walked it back to the old woman. “Here you are Ma’am. Have a good day.”
Without even so much as waiting for a thank you, she began walking off, heading to where she thought a cross road was.
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