WHO: Queen Killer Shark, and open! WHAT: The pirate pearl of the seven seas (no, really) arrives, and is thoroughly confused, seeing as she still thinks it's the 1940s! WHERE: Streets of LA, can be anywhere depending on what is best for whoever wants to reply. RATING: High-ish, for language and violence STATUS: Incomplete
She didn't know what to think about this strange city after arriving here. The cars were so strange, and they moved faster than she'd seen any car move before. And the people, they spoke so strangely! Just where had she found herself now? Or had she gone away again without knowing? How much time had passed, and where was her King? Surely, she would not look or feel this youthful if it had been more than a few years. Surely, he could not be far from her. He would never allow that.
She'd found a device at her feet when she arrived. It was like a very small television, but with numbered buttons below them. And the screen was not like any television she'd seen before! There were colors, and they were so vivid! She'd picked it up, trying to figure out what it did, when she saw a woman (a very scantily clad woman, in her opinion) walk by with it pressed to her ear. Oh! It was like a walkie-talkie! Perhaps her King had left it for her, to contact him! Now, if she could just figure out how to use it...
"Hey, lady, that's some costume. And that's a real nice phone," said a young man who appeared to be wearing his undershirt, and a pair of fatigue pants that were far, far too large for him. A hand me down from an older brother in the Allied service, perhaps? "Yeah," piped up his friend. "I gotta make a call, how 'bout lettin' me borrow it?"
"I most certainly will not!" said Queen Killer Shark. The nerve of these young men, to dare speak to her, much less ask to 'borrow' her device!
The men laughed, mocking her and imitating her tone and her words as they approached, surrounding her. She was not stupid- she knew an attack in the works when she saw it. "Aw, she thought we were asking," said one of them, reaching for her. "It's gonna be a real shame, messin' up that costume, and a body like that-" the ringleader started to say, before he interrupted himself with a cruel laugh. The intended victim was now pointing what looked like a toy ray gun at him.
"Crazy bitch!" another one shouted, laughing as well. They were all laughing. Until she shot the first one. When the rest started to run, she shot each of them down. There was no more laughing after that. "Idiots," said the displaced woman, who then continued on. They had called it a phone. Like a telephone. If she could figure out how to place a call to her King, he would be able to come and get her.