Everything in the World is my Enemy
Reinaka Grace Sciwalker had been born at 4:32 am on a Wednesday morning. She had an intrinsic fear of parakeets, and owned exactly three hundred and seventy-six musical breath dials. She also sprayed herself four times with honeysuckle body mist every morning : throat, right wrist, then the left one, with a long head-to-toe spray to top it all off. There were myriad other little known, albeit perfectly quirky and interesting, facts about Rei-Rei that most people would never have inferred upon meeting her. Among these curious oddities was an innate hatred of people telling her what to do. There was a peculiar ring of madness she got from being put into a position of subservience, in a place where she was to comply or, well, nothing, so to speak. Kind of like being a wild animal trapped in a corner, she struck blatantly on occasions such as these! A Marine, dog of the World Government, of all people? Holding her ship due to a recent attack on a base? It was far worse, in her personal opinion, than having them outright label her a criminal and try to apprehend her, not to mention far more easily solved.
This was not going to work. When she returned from the jail house, handing in the criminal that attacked her ship during their journey from the South to her, she'd found her vessel under siege by uniforms and letters of commandeering. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, you heard that right: for all the things that could happen in a day, she was being told that she could not take her own vessel from port until the villainess was caught that. She could barely contain her own fury and desires to fight ever last one of them but that wouldn't due. Well really, what else could you have been expecting? Rei-Rei, of all the people in the world, foolishly taking on every marine and grunt at the seaport alone, beneath all those layers of glitter and nail varnish, only to be dragged off and jailed without a care? Never. Never in a million years, darling. Never in a million galaxies.
That morning, after hearing the truly infuriating news she set off into the small po-dunk town, highly motivated and in search of this dastardly women who'd set fire to the rain. Was she going to actually fight the woman and turn her in? Hell no! The bitch had attacked an entire marine base and lived to tell about it. Reinaka didn't think lightly of her own skill, but she knew that going up against someone like that would take more than motivation. After having leapt, bounded and twirled around this corner and that corner, and down alleyways with excitement at the prospect of her hunches and 'nah not hers' being right, thus earning her many a cock-eyed look, and even a handful of wry smiles, she found herself with a multitude of targets, seemingly infinite possibilities and an almost mind-boggling array of leads she could pursue in her six-and-a-half hours of investigative research, of places she could explore, and people she could question. It was enough to make her pretty little head spin, figuring out why this particular girl was on her short list still, picking her a part from afar all morning. After much deliberation, and about twenty-four hours of a few shots here and there, a few beers this way and that way, she finally landed upon a suitable location to approach her: the ladies room. It wasn’t really a final destination, but more of a stepping stone, a gateway to what she would really end up doing today, since…even in her decision, she somehow managed to be indecisive. Silly girl.
The stall door that must have been hiding the pretty girl on a commode flung open to reveal a slightly dishoveled and disordering purple haired navigator with too much shine to her eyes and a scowl that was more like a ponderence.
"Don't try and hide from me by peeing, you... you... peeing little criminal!"
Hiccup. Hiccup, indeed.