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WHO: nami & luffy
WHEN: post-event during all the arrests
WHERE: the jail
WHAT: the inevitable result of luffy asking 'what's the worst that could happen'. two pirates spotted in the unchained god's temple end up in holding, hijinx ensue
WARNINGS: none yet.
[ Sitting at the edge of the rudimentary bench in their cell, Nami watches the shadow of a passing guard as it bends its way out of sight, the footfalls accompanying it fading as well. No more patrols for about an hour, by her guess.

With a weary sigh she glances over at Luffy, scrunching her lips up in a disdainful grimace as she arches an eyebrow at him. ] Sorry, what was it you said before we left the house?

[ Nami’s fairly sure she doesn’t need to point out how it seems like every time Luffy says something to suggest that nothing will go wrong, it does, but she’ll glare at the bars for a moment anyway, finally letting his hand go (has she been holding onto it this whole time?!) so she can scoot back on the bench. ]

Be my lookout, okay?

[ Four lockpicks might cut it back home on the East Blue. Hell, four might even be enough for the Grand Line once they get there, but being thrust into a strange world does things to a woman’s sense of vigilance, and while Nami’s had three of her lockpicks taken off of her by the guard who searched them before sticking them in this cell - that leaves her with two still concealed on her person.

She retrieves one from a very slender hiding spot where the sole of her shoe meets the rest of her boot and gives one more look around the holding area before she’s off to the door to try and pick the lock. ]

Guess they noticed us in the temple.

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[ She sticks close to Luffy's side once they're out of the cell, attention trained on the end of the corridor in front of them, ready to spring into motion at the first sound of footsteps. If they end up being chased, so be it - part of the breaking out of the local jailhouse game, really - but she doesn't have her staff, and while she's sure Luffy's fine to start swinging, Nami would prefer if they kept things a little more low key on their way out.

Wouldn't want to get a bounty or something.

The sound of motion in the distance to their left makes Nami move with a start, half pushing Luffy into an alcove and steering him out of sight. Ducking down beside him she frowns towards the alcove's opening, wishing for a door and hoping the noise gets further away rather than closer. ]

How close are we to that room? [ She asks in the quietest whisper imaginable, hoping he has the sense to follow suit. ]

[bigsmile]

(Despite how often Luffy comes across as the happy go lucky kind, there's a seriousness that occasionally surfaces and right now is one of those times. Normally it's when friends are threatened or an injustice happens, very rarely when it's something that only happens to himself. And this? This is definitely a threat to his friends, though there's no doubt in Luffy's mind that Nami could kick seven bells out of a prison guard. He's seen the redhead fight before now and should it become a brawl he'll be right there to back the navigator up.

Though he'd argue about a bounty; there's nothing wrong with one of those.

He ducks down into the alcove, taking the silent instruction from Nami as he looks over towards a nearby door. Little time had passed from him leaving and returning with food, that doorway had to be it and the pirate nods towards it.)

That way.

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[ Nami holds her breath while she listens to the noises coming from further down the hall. Picking the right moment to sneak is more guesswork than anything, but there's a sense that gets sharper the more homes and businesses a person pilfers their way through. Nami bides her time now, her eyes trained on the part of the corridor visible from where they are, watching for any shift in the shadows as she reaches out and grabs Luffy's hand, keeping tight hold of it as she darts across the hall towards the room the sandwich came from.

The sight of her rucksack makes Nami sigh in relief. Apart from (most) of her crew, her gear, and her notebooks are all she's got, and treasured possessions are almost as affirming to have around as gold - almost. Already in better spirits, once the strap is settled on her shoulder, she glances around the room to make sure there's nothing else worth taking and pockets a ring of keys before looking back to him. ]

Ready to find a way out? [ Then– ] Or is there another sandwich in here?