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Grey the Stampede
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OOC: Jeez, sorry for the wait.. I've kinda been off the cuff lately on schoolwork.
Grey took his shot. The nine and 13 balls flew into their holes, and the game was on. Stripes. Grey didn't like the thought of that.
Grey: "Simple matter, Miss Wong. It's an in-out job. All we need is wit, determination, and a bottle of water."
As Ada's confused face stared into his, Grey smiled keenly.
"Coke's a commodity in the drug industry. Shipped in small amounts, taken in small amounts, and sabotaged in small amounts. We're going to take the shipment that's coming into the harbor tomorrow night and give it a nice bath. I imagine the mobsters will be quite surprised to find their precious cocaine shipment reduced to a very wet pulp."
He circled the table, his eyes flashing.
"That's where you come in. I need someone stealthy. Someone to sneak into the ship and steal its cargo, so that I can give it the proper treatment. Of course, there's gonna have to be a diversion, which I'll be able to cover quite easily. I assure you, I'm not nearly as silent as you, but I can definitely kick up a ruckus. While everyone's trained on me, you should be able to sneak into the ship. You'll have to get your feet wet, but I'm sure you can handle that, right?"
Before Ada could speak, Grey let in one final remark.
"Ah, but I forgot something. Just in case, you'll need these."
He produces from his coat a briefcase and a gun. Upon opening the briefcase, one could discover that it's packed to the brim with white powder!
"Relax, it's just baking soda. You'll have to replace the coke case with this stuff anyway, to keep from arousing TOO much suspicion. And the gun is specially loaded with flare shells. Use them how you like, I'm sure they'll hurt if you shoot someone, but the real reason would be to alert me if you get in any trouble."
He picks up his drink, sips it, and looks back at Ada.
"So, that's your mission. Any objections?" |
Dracoon
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Luke, after traveling not that far, had arrived at a wanted poster, with extra writing on it.
Bounty Wolf
Reward -- $150,000,000,000
No Picture available.
Luke looked at the poster again, wondering how this guy came to being so wanted. He saw a few extra lines on the bottom.
I wait for anyone who wants to try... just go to the top of this building.
"Well, that is easy enough... I just hope this whole thing is overblown..."
Luke looked up, he only saw a fire escape to climb, and nothing obvious jutting out from the roof. He climbed the fire escape quickly and looked around on the roof. A lone figure stood in the middle, he had a gun aimed at Luke, and was wearing a very wierd red trench coat.
???: "Your just a kid... don't bother me."
Luke: "Just a kid... I'll take you down hand to hand!"
???: "Kid, get out of this city while you can, you'll die with that attitude..."
The figure picked up a suit case laying on the ground and tossed it to Luke. Luke opened it to find it was loaded with money.
Luke: "What is this?"
???: "Your way out, so I suggest you go."
Luke didn't say anything, he just climbed back down the fire escape and was seen leaving the next day by plane.
???: "To bad I didn't get that lucky... Well... time to work."
The figure pratically jumped down the fire escape and entered a near by pub, known as Vinnie's. He entered quietly and looked around, the only people that stood out from the normal drunks were playing pool. He ignored them and sat down at a near-by table, waiting. |
Jarukoth
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Ada: "Naturally. Don't think you're dealing with a novice, though."
Ada racks the balls up, and motions for Grey to take his first shot.
Ada: "You know, while we're here, why don't you tell me a bit about tomorrow night. What, exactly, would you like me to do? I understand who and why, but how is another story altogether..." |
Toxic
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Apparently, word travelled fast of Blondie's arrival. Two days after he set up shop, he recieved a phone call to his house. With a grumble, he groused around for his cordless phone underneath the piles of boxes he had left over from unpacking.
With a beep, he answered the phone.
Blondie: "Who the hell's this?"
Caller: "A more important question might be who is this?"
Blondie: "I ain't got time to play twenty fucking questions with some stranger. Now start talkin' or I'm hangin' up."
Caller: "Well then. I have an offer for you. First off, for the sake of our conversation, I am Mr. Pink. How does fifteen thousand quid sound to you?"
Blondie: "It sounds real fuckin' nice. Keep talking."
Mr. Pink: "I won't bother with any bullshit, and I can safely say that I can give 5 up front, with 10 on the completion of the job."
Blondie: "Getting better and better. Waddya got for me?"
Mr. Pink: "Well, let's just say that a business partner of mine has outlived his usefulness, and in the nature of my business, that is not a good thing. I will call you in twenty-four hours with the location of the money, and where your target will be. Please be ready to depart as soon as the conversation."
Mr. Pink was about to hang up, but remembered one final point.
Mr. Pink: "Oh, and one last thing. Don't bring that fucking cannon."
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Grey the Stampede
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Grey: "Good to see you, Miss Wong, though it's a touch late. I'm hoping you'll have enough time to get some rest for tomorrow night. I'd hate to see you in any danger."
The brown-coated detective stared down into a shot of gin, which he calmly took a sip from after a few seconds. He got up, and motioned Ada to follow him to the back of the bar, where the pool table she was eyeing stood.
"I noticed you looking at the table."
He picked up a pool cue, and placed a few coins into the table's coin slot. As the balls rolled and clacked into a reachable position, Grey continued speaking...
"Pool's a thinking game, Ada. One must plan their shots and cover their mistakes. A few wrong moves can set the entire field awry. Care to match wits?" |
Jarukoth
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Ada: "...Can't sleep."
She usually never could sleep much when there was something to do. She quickly threw on some street clothes, along with her gun and holster, and headed out the door.
Ada travelled about four or five blocks, wandering aimlessly. Trying to figure out a good place to start. Suddenly, she passes a bar.
Ada: "Vinnie's? What the hell..."
She stepped through the doors, and had a look around. It was the usual bar type atmosphere, nothing major. A pool table in the back catches her eye. Perhaps a game could help kill some time...until she spots someone who looks familiar...
Ada: "Grey?" |
Mel
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A large hole carved out in River City is commonly known as the 'entertainment district.' True to the name, most major buisnesses dealing with entertainment were packed on each side of a ten-mile long road. One of such attractions was the uncreatively named River City Museum.
Inside, a hapless guard in blue was walking down a hallway lit only by a single long florescent light running down the hallway.
Moments later, the light shattered over the guard's head, showering him with glass, and bathing the hallway in darkness.
The guard began to fumble around for his flashlight -- and then gave a sharp cry, collapsing to the ground with a dull thunk.
In the background behind him, a slight motion could be seen -- and a pair of green goggles lit up in the darkness. |
Dracoon
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Luke stopped in the alley looking back, seeing no one following him, he began to walk and think aloud.
"First things first... I need a job that can make lots of money. From what I've seen though, money will only get me robbed."
Luke walked past a drunken hobo begging for money, wishing he that he won't become like that.
"So, I have to make sure the robbers don't rob me, and make money... Only one possible occupation where that will work... Bounty Hunter."
Luke walked out of the alley and looked around... now he just had to find out how to become a bounty hunter... |
Grey the Stampede
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Grey: "Perfect. I'll see you there, Miss Wong."
He placed the reciever of his office phone back on its hook, and contemplated...
Elaine had come to him one day, having found a tip on her desk, presumably left there by someone called "Officer Orwell", a self-titled undercover narc whom Grey suspected probably didn't exist in reality. Most of these anonymous tippers used an assumed name, anyway. For all he knew, they could have come from one single person under multiple names. The story went as thus:
He thought he had run the local Mafia out of town a few months back, but there was a hint of a cocaine push on the streets as of the last few weeks. A drugstore robbery some time ago of about 600 dollars and some powerful restorative drugs led him to believe someone out there was not only peddling coke, but the cure for it, as well. A shipment of what was billed as "flour" three weeks prior had turned out to be a different kind of white powder, and the facts just kept adding up. Finally, came the tip from this "Orwell" fellow. His immediate suspicions were in fact not of the Mafia syndicate, but of simple street gangs. Coincidences tended to happen fairly often in River City.
But then, came one simple event that tied it all together. Rico Forelli, the murder-convicted head of the River City Mafia, was slated to be executed, having been brought in by a bounty hunter for about ten thousand dollars. He was sprung hours before his execution, and murdered a few weeks later. All of that activity, all surrounding the same group of people, all in such a condensed period of time.
Grey came to one conclusion: The Mafia was back, and with the head of the family murdered, there had to be some chaos in the ranks. The families were bound to be struggling for power, and yet despite this weakness they still managed to conduct deals. If he wanted to stamp out the syndicate for good, he'd have to strike them at this time, and what better way to defeat an opponent than to cut his supply lines?
Therein lay the abilities of the lovely Miss Wong. Grey gave her a call to assist him with his latest pet project, a sabotage of the newest cocaine deal coming into the River City harbor tomorrow night. If they could somehow bring the deal down, it'd be the first step in making the Mafia destroy itself. All that had to be worried about were civilians at the harbor at the time of the plan's beginning. Grey was wary, but he had an idea, nonetheless.
Removing himself from his thoughts, Grey exited his cluttered office, eyeing the brown-haired woman at the front desk on his way out...
"Elaine, take the afternoon off. I'm going for a drink."
Elaine: "Yes, Mr. Davis. Shall I see you tomorrow?"
Grey: "Only in the morning, I've got some plans for tomorrow night. You can have that off, too."
Elaine: "Of course, sir."
Before he exited, he cast one final look at his secretary, who had already begun to assemble her things before leaving.
Grey: "Oh, but Elaine?"
Elaine: "Yes, Mr. Davis?"
Grey: "If I don't come in the morning after tomorrow, you may have to find yourself another job."
Elaine: "Mr. Davis, please don't go and do anything rash..."
Grey: "If I were to go and do something rash, wouldn't you quit working here, anyway?"
He closed his office door, and walked down the street to Vinnie's, a bar which he rather enjoyed the atmosphere of. |
Dracoon
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OOC Sounds interesting, to bad I'm horrible with names, so same name, different person. Errr... kinda...
"Damn air plane, it just had to stop in this tower."
Luke walked out of the air plane terminal, wondering what the hell was up with this town. The air plane was sniped when the landed, and the plane robbed before anyone could get out to it, if anyone even tried that is. Luke didn't have anything of value, so was spared, but lost his luggage.
"I guess it was going to happen anyways, but damn, I needed my stuff. I knew I shouldn't have flied cheaply..."
Luke kept walking down the nearest street, looking around to see everything in complete chaos. People were getting carjacked, hookers lined the sidewalks, and not a cop in sight.
"Hey kid!"
Someone grabbed Luke's shoulder and held a knife to his neck.
"Give me all your money and nothing will go wrong..."
Luke laughed, not only was this person's knife dull, Luke had no money.
"Sorry, don't have any, so how about you give me all of yours."
Luke grabbed the dull knife and turned around before the mugger could do anything. Luke reached up, being only 15 and not fully grown, and grabbed the mugger by the neck. Luke started to squeeze, slowly crushing the wind pipe.
"Heh yeah right. Hey boys, get a load of this."
Some of the spectators started to laugh and grabbed guns from their sides. Luke laughed nervously, as he let go of the guys neck, and quickly ran through the nearest alley way.
"You better run!" |
Jarukoth
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OOC: I kinda figured on that, but these intros are too damn cool...
Some call me "The Dragon Lady". Some call me "The Bitch in the Red Dress". Most just call me Ada Wong. What do I do? Call me a specialist.
I had just gotten into town about an hour ago, and this already looks like one hell of a job, given the hookers on the corner, and a faild robbery attempt. It's funny how guys never expect you to be able to snap wrists or shoot when you're wearing heels.
No sooner had I opened the door to the apartment my contact had set up for me when my cell rang. It was my contact, giving me a tip about a smuggling deal going down tomorrow night. It seemed like a good place to start. I hung up, and went to go gets some sleep. I would probably need all I could get for tomorrow... |
Grey the Stampede
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OOC: Ah, one last thing, this isn't gonna be all first person, and just for clarity, I'd appreciate it if we kept things in third. Sorry, forgot to mention that one. Anyway... |
Toxic
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I had followed a wanted poster of a man all the way back to his origin in River City. After I hunted the man down, and captured him, I turned him into the authorities for a tidy sum of ten thousand quid.
The day he was slated to be executed, I sprung him from the jail cell, and split the loot with him. He tried to double cross me, by dragging some corrupt cops into this, so I shot him too.
I never really understood that. A .357 Magnum is not the kind of gun you want to fuck around with, and take chances. Oh well.
So here I was, smack dab in the middle of River City, and up to my neck in it. Freelancing pays the bills, and boy do I have a lot of bills to pay.
I guess you can call me Blondie, as everyone else does; and you can find me on the south side of town in the red light district. |
Grey the Stampede
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The worst place in Great Britain...
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OOC: Alright, guys. Here's the deal: This is a crime drama, taking place in 2004 Alternate SF Universe, in a fictitious city in Great Britain. Feel free to make whatever subplots you want, I'll be following one main storyline, but the point of it is to be EPISODIC, much like Teddylot's Hogwarts story. I'm pretty much making things up day to day, here, but if you're interested in joining, there are a few rules you need to follow:
1) In this alternate universe, we're trying to keep things realistic. The most whacked out a character's abilities are gonna get will probably be in the spectrum of something like, say, Cowboy Bebop. If you want, you can PM me discussing any character's abilities, but keep in mind, I'm probably gonna be pretty restrictive. Magic is a no-no. Guns are a yes-yes.
2) You can be good, or you can be bad, but remember that justice won't always be served, and sometimes you need to take the law into your own hands.
3) You want to be evil? Give it a reason. By which I mean if you're gonna smuggle drugs, don't just say you're smuggling drugs, say you're smuggling opium from an indian private dealer to give to corrupt government officials and when you take your cut of the profits you're gonna use it to buy yourself a passport to France and a new identity to keep the Interpol off your tail.
4) Comic relief will do you no good in the world of organized crime, so think more in terms of dry humor, insult comedy, and witty banter.
This is, for me, an exercise in serious roleplaying, so if you're interested, feel free to jump right in.
And now, on with the story....
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The worst. And by worst, I mean rivaling Liberty City in grittiness, Vice City in tackiness, and San Andreas in size. Plenty of horrible things go on around here. Carjackings, drug rings, bribery. Hell, half of the police force is into pot, and the other half is too stupid to figure out what's going on.
On the bright side, all the citizens have perfect dental records, because their candy was stolen from them when they were babies. Not only that, women will never have to worry about their purses being stolen, since the purse will probably be gone before they arrive in town. You'll never have to pay for car repairs either, because I can guarantee, you won't have a car.
That's where I come in. And who am I, you ask?
Just call me "Grey." Detective Grey Davis, P.I., to be precise. I keep things sane around here. Got a case? A murder, perhaps? Maybe even a tip on some illegal fish imports? No? Well, don't worry. I'll be here all day, every day. Someone will come in, eventually. Just talk to my secretary, Elaine. She's out front, the thirty-something woman behind the desk.
If you need me, I'll be in my office. Come in anytime... |
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