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Post by Stanic on Mar 17, 2006 7:57:12 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Okay this Role play is set in a similar time to the space age one, but there are some diffrences.
1. Its set on the ground 2. It should be written in third person, unless nessacery to do otherwise 3. All normal role play rules apply, except that swearing is allowed[/glow] Name: Roland 'Splinter' Davoric Age: 21 Job: Buisnessman (most of the time) Weapons: 10 inch bowie knife, Mp5k Bio: although he passes for a buisnessman Splinter is actually a top class thief, having pulled heists all over the world, including the famed Rainbow Diamond robbery; at which he was the only man to escape. Now walks the streets of NeoLondon looking for new jobs.
[glow=red,2,300]I will start this role play later but please feel free to create a character if you wish[/glow]
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Post by Stanic on Mar 17, 2006 16:16:39 GMT
Splinter was sitting in the 'Analusia' nightclub, like he did everyday. The barman approached him. "Ah, Good evening Mr Davoric.." said the barman "..nice to see you again. Would you like something to drink?" "Good to see you too Hector.." replied Splinter "..Wildfires; and keep then coming." Hector nodded in acknowledgement. Splinter turned to look out across the nightclub floor.
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Post by Stanic on Mar 17, 2006 17:37:38 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]If anyone actually intends to post on here tell me now. Otherwise i'll make up my own story.[/glow]
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Post by Aulius on Mar 17, 2006 18:04:26 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Nothing says you can't write a Sci-Fi story on your own in the story shack. I'm not sure what to write atm[/glow]
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Post by jenn0 on Mar 17, 2006 19:17:06 GMT
Name: Hugo 'Nuckledust' Taviac Age: 34 Job: Barman (Illegal arms dealer and in his "free" time.) Weapons: OICW, Scorpion Pistol (Or whatever he has in his store. Bio: By day he works behind his bar in the "Analusia" nightclub selling drinks to “life wasting” working class. By night he owns the largest weapon store this side of town, he also owns a number of assassins which he rents out to wealthy business men with vendettas. Because of this he also has a large ransom on his head, not only from the police force.
[glow=red,2,300]If you mind me doing this to the barman just say so chris ;D[/glow]
Hugo slid the drink down the bar to Mr Davoric who picked it up and knocked it down fast. Mr Davoric then slid the glass back signaling he was waiting for a refill. This pattern continued for sometime, Hugo had tried to strike up some conversation but it hadn’t helped Mr Davoric seemed intent on drinking and nothing else.
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Post by Aulius on Mar 17, 2006 21:27:06 GMT
Name: Zack "Tide" Angelo Age: 27 Job: "Unemployed" (Actually an Assasin and rarely has to work) Weapon: Silenced Colt 1911 A1 Bio: Above average assasin who just had to leave New Paris after almost being caught by the police. Moved into a small apartment in NeoLondon and is now looking for a place to get weapons and contracts.
Zack walked into the bar and sat down on a table near the back of the room. He eyed the barman and the man in the suit suspiciously. After almost getting caught he was alot more cautious of who was nearby. He was waiting for a man who would give him the ammo he needed desperatly. How little did he realise that he had walked into the biggest weapon store in NeoLondon.
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Post by Stanic on Mar 17, 2006 21:36:42 GMT
"So Hugo?" Asked Splinter finally "..Where's your contact then?" "He said he'd give me a sign when he entered th..." Hugo stopped suddenly, staring at Tide. "..Thats him." Splinter turned around "how do you know?" he asked "The jacket. It's New Parisian. Come on, Hector take over." Hector nodded. Hugo and Splinter walked over to Tide, who put his fingers around his pistol. "You Tide?" Asked Hugo "Who's asking?" replied Tide "Nuckledust and Splinter." said Splinter. Tide's expression broke into a smile.
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Post by Aulius on Mar 17, 2006 21:45:52 GMT
"So wheres my bullets. I got to keep moving you know" Tide said cuttting straight to buisness "Do you know where you are my friend?" Hugo asked "Yes I am in a bar sitting at a table" He replied. Hugo smiled and sat down. "You my friend are in the largest weapon shop in Neo London, so what type you need?" "point 45" Hugo raised an eyebrow "Difficult to get these days since not many places make it any more, I'll see what I have in store...what gun do you have?" "Colt 1911" "Your using a gun that was designed 150 years ago..." "What? It works and kills people and it isn't chipped like most new guns are today" Chipping was the goverments way of stopping people from fileing the serial number away so they couldn't track who sold the gun. "I see your point. Follow me round back" They stood and Zack followed Hugo.
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Post by jenn0 on Mar 17, 2006 22:14:36 GMT
Hugo took him behind the bar and down some stairs to the basement where most of his alcohol was stored. He unscrewed and removed the front of a barrel slowly revealing, nothing. Well not to the untrained eye anyway, Hugo reached inside and pushed on an indent on the top of the barrel. Behind them a stack of beer kegs dropped to show a small room stacked from top to bottom with crates.
The two men walked in, the wall behind snapped back into place.
"Just Let me find it." Said Hugo as he rummaged through some crates, he pulled out an old box and blew some dust off of the tip. Lifting the lid he revealed a number of boxes and some loose .45 rounds. "How many you after?" He asked Tide.
"A dozen or so, i work carefully." Replied Tide as Hugo started sorting out a few an placing them in another smaller box. "In fact, make that a bakers dozen." Said Tide. "You never know what fate has in a plan for you.
"Good, here you go then." Said Hugo as he parsed the box to Tide. "Now, the money. I want cash, no credits. They're useless to me." Tide thrust a fist full of old paper notes into Hugo's hand. "You're not going to count them?" Asked Hugo.
"I come prepared." Replied Tide.
Hugo flicked a switch and the opening in the wall appeared again, both men strolled out and back up to the bar where Splinter was waiting...
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Post by Aulius on Mar 17, 2006 23:01:55 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]13 bullets...thats almost two clips, Colt 1911 has a clip of 7 or 8 pending which version. Mine has 7[/glow]
Zack stopped. He thought for a moment.
"You know what, I'm going to need more. I only now have 20 bullets on me. I'm going to need more. I heard a rumour there was a contract on me before I left New Paris" Zack said. Hugo sighed and they went back down to the basement. "How many then?" "15"Hugo handed them to him the bullets and then there was another exchange of money. They left the basement and returned to the bar.
Zack ordered a shot of vodka and quickly drank it before leaving to head home.
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Post by jenn0 on Mar 17, 2006 23:13:56 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Heh, i just thought a bakers dozen sounded cool. + i don’t know what you were going to do with them or how many you would need. If you were going on a straightforward hit you might not even need one full clip. If you were the uber assassin you said you were [/glow]
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Post by Aulius on Mar 17, 2006 23:17:16 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Heh, i just thought a bakers dozen sounded cool. + i don’t know what you were going to do with them or how many you would need. If you were going on a straightforward hit you might not even need one full clip. If you were the uber assassin you said you were [/glow] [glow=red,2,300]Never said uber. I jsut said above average.[/glow]
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Post by jenn0 on Mar 19, 2006 14:24:57 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]You have an assassin, someone who is paid to remove a target. They do it as cleanly as possible, normally only removing the actual target. You rarely need 2+ clips to take out one person. In fact a decent assassin could do it with one round. Hitmen are the ones who go in all guns blazing to take out the target, although they cover their tracks flawlessly as to not be found out. You said above average assassin so I was expecting someone who was highly skilled in the trade.[/glow]
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Post by Aulius on Mar 19, 2006 16:19:35 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]I would have said the best assasin then. anyway continue the story someone[/glow]
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Post by x-Lateral_Delusion-x on Mar 19, 2006 18:43:53 GMT
Name: Natalie Age: 28 Job: to the law exotic Dancer; on the side theif, informant and contract killer Weapon: Knife/sniper rifle Bio: unknown. she disapears and re-appears all over the world under different aliases so impossible to trace.
[glow=red,2,300]i'll join in sometime[/glow]
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Post by Phoenix on Apr 21, 2006 14:42:16 GMT
name: Rose Shaw age: 23 job: spy weapon: none, she does karate bio: her mother died when she was young, so she was raised by her father who's a dealer in the blackmarkets. Her father got murdered recently so now she's seeking revenge, but she has no idea who did it. Anyone can hire her, and she's determined to find out the truth about her father's murder.
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Post by Phoenix on Apr 21, 2006 17:30:35 GMT
They watched Tide leave the place, then sat down. Splinter glanced at his watch. "Give me another glass," he told Hector. He refilled it and Splinter swallowed it in one gulp. He stood up, reached into his pocket and thrust some notes on the table. "Where you off to?" asked Hugo. "It's only 11pm" "I got some work to do" he replied. Hugo immediately understood that by work, he meant robbery. "Where?" Hugo questioned "Never you mind that" "Hey, come on, we're mates. you can tell me anything." "Tell ya tomorrow" Splinter headed for the door. "good luck then" Hugo called "Don't need it, thanks" Splinter left the warm smoky nightclub, and stepped into the bitter coldness of the night
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Post by Aulius on Apr 21, 2006 21:43:36 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Hmm forgot about this one[/glow]
Tide got a Taxi home. He got out and looked around to check if any assassins were about. He didn't spot any, he looked up the building, he could see where is apartment was from where he was standing.
Suddenly his floor blew up, Tide flinched and glass began to fall towards him. He ran away from the building just being missed by the glass. Either that bomb had been for him or someone on that floor, either way he felt re-assured that someone was going to so much trouble over him.
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Post by Phoenix on Apr 24, 2006 17:22:01 GMT
He leaves the scene immediately. The police are after him, and now someone else is too...
He walked for about 20 minutes, lost, cold, and nowhere to go. He kept glancing behind his back to make sure no one was following him. After a while he found a small lodging house and entered. It was dusty and cold inside. The place reminded him of a haunted inn, abandoned and dark. This will do, he thought, not many people come here so it's easier to hide. He saw an old, withered man standing behind a counter, and went up to him. "Single room" he said "for how long?" quivered the man. Tide thought for a while. "a week for now. but i may stay longer" He gave the man some cash, and signed the form under a different name. "room 21, first floor. food is not provided, you may stay here during the day and a cleaner will visit your room twice a week." he gave Tide a key and pointed to the staircase leading up to the first floor. "remmeber, no loud noises after 11pm and before 7am. you are to sign in and out and leave your keys here if you leave during the day."
Inside his room, Tide sat down by the bed. There was a damp smell in the room, and the what used to be white sheets now looked grey. Two pillows like empty sweet wrappers were laid on the bed, the dull green wallpaper was ripped and parts were rotting from the dampness. Tide got up and walked across the tiny room with only one window looking over the quiet road outside. The floorboards squeeked annoyingly. Then suddenly, a thought struck him: he was given a task to do, and he had left all the vital pieces of information in the appartment. Damn it!! He thought. I must go back tomorrow night...
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Post by Phoenix on Apr 24, 2006 17:35:18 GMT
The next day, Splinter was sitting in a cafe, waiting for his friend to arrive. He sipped his coffee and smiled when Hugo entered. "How was last night?" hugo asked "Shh! not here you idiot! do you want me to get arrested?" he whispered. "I heard an explosion though, somewhere not too far away from where I was." Then Hugo's eye caught the television screen. "Hey!" he called. "can you turn it up please?" It was the lunchtime news.
"Last night, at around 11:30 pm, a bomb exploded in Greenwood Court. It is believed that a timed bomb was placed in room 34 on the fifth floor. It exploded and adjacent appartments caught fire. Many are badly wounded and are now recovering in St John's hospital. Only one person has died from the explosion and he is Mr Fredrick Hills, who was in room 34 at the time of the explosion. Police were unaware of the plot against Mr Hills and are now investigating the scene. "
"Fred..." muttered Hugo "Who's he?" Splinter asked "Don't you know? He's a millionaire with no close living relatives..." "So who gets his money?" "The person who killed him..."
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Post by Phoenix on Apr 24, 2006 17:41:34 GMT
"You sure? How do you know?" Splinter asked "Think about it. He's a millionaire, and someone is bound to receive that cash. Obviously this person had found out, and plotted against him to kill him before he makes a will stating that the money will go elsewhere." Splinter looked at him. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" "What? You want the money?" Hugo laughed "Impossible. You're not related to him." "if we find out who killed him, and if he's the person who inherits the cash, then we blackmail him: give us a share, or we report you." Hugo looked at him thoughtfully. "That's not a bad plan actually..." "we can do it. we've managed to do anything in the past" "this one will be hard though." "worth a try"
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Post by Aulius on Apr 25, 2006 15:12:54 GMT
Tide rolled out of bed sometime in the morning, there was no clock and he didn't have a watch. He turned the TV to see the report on the explosion. The newsreader was a young women who seemed to have never read the news before.
"The explosion in Greenwood Court was in room 34, the occupant was the millionare Fredrick Hills who had recently bought the building. No one knows why anyone would want to kill Mr Hills but, during the search for clues, in the room next door, 35, was found the remains of bomb making equipment. According to the occupant list it was owned by Zack Angelo. Mr. Angelo is wanted for suspision of murdering various people for money in France." A picture of him appeared on the screen, Tide went pale. "Anyone who may have seen Mr. Angelo or may know his where abouts must report to the police immediatly, this was asked by Chief of Police Darren King". He turned the TV off.
He quickly gathered his stuff and went down the stairs quickly. Someone was setting him up, it could be any number of people since he had made enemies over the years. In reception there was a small TV for the person at the desk to watch, he was watching the news. He looked up and spotted Tide and compared the picture of him. He looked down and casually picked up the phone. Tide ran out of the building.
He sprinted down two busy streets before he stopped. He put on his hat and looked towards the ground. One thing that was important to know was that people don't remember or notice you if you dont make eye contact. A police car with its sirens on rushed down the street. 'I am in some deep ****' he thought to himself as he contined walking away.
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Post by church on Apr 25, 2006 20:30:43 GMT
Name: Billy Driskel Age: 22 job: Bounty Hunter, poilceofficer (cover) weapon: twin katanas and throwing knives bio: he has no memory of the past and no future. waking up in the jungle with nothing but the sword on his back, he quickly had to adapt in order to survive. he has skill but has no recoletcion of how he got them.
Unknown to tide there was another figure fast on his tracks, billy had been folowing his target fow weeks now, he was sitting in the police car next to his senior officer he smiled and pointed out the suspect. the car screached around abruptly and drove off down the road after tide.
gonna get you aulius!!
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Post by Phoenix on Apr 26, 2006 14:26:09 GMT
Aware the police car is after him, Tide ran as fast as he can, with no sense of direction, he took every possible turn to try and lose the police car, which was hard because it was in the middle of the day.
He sprinted down a street and came to a cross road. On his left, a huge B&Q truck was coming towards him, and suddenly he got a plan. He took a deep breath and ran across the road in front of the truck. There was a high pitched screech of breaks, and the truck stopped in the middle of the cross road, just missing Tide and blocking the way. The driver was shocked, and seeing him alive, he swore at him madly. Tide ignored the shouting and ran away, thanking the driver as he listened to the policemen furiously shouting at the driver for blocking their way. Tide grinned: he got away this time, but he knew there would be more trouble lying ahead of him.
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Post by Phoenix on Apr 26, 2006 14:42:30 GMT
Billy got out of the car and slammed the door in anger. He went up to the driver and shouted, "What are you?! Stupid?! You just let a crime suspect escape!!" "Sorry, officer, I didn't know, but I haven't done anything wrong! he ran in front of me, and if I didn't stop then I would've killed him" the drvier replied. Not knowing what else to say, Billy signalled him to move. "Stop blocking the road" He got back into the car. "What now?" asked his senior officer "Back to the station. He's hiding somewhere in London, and eventually I will find him and catch him."
In the nightclub, Hugo was serving drinks. It was 8:30 pm. Splinter walked in, exhausted and wet. "What happened to you?" hugo asked "it's raining, but that doesnt matter. what matters is..." he looked around to make sure no one was listening, "I found out the suspect of the explosion is a man named Zack Angelo." "Who's he?" "I saw a picture of him on the news: it's Tide. Remeber? the guy who came here the other day to buy those bullets. he's wanted by the police everywhere!" Hugo scratched his head. "WHat else do we know about him?" "Nothing." "Is he the one who will inherit the cash?" "No idea." Splinter said. "He recognises us, so we can't go spying on him." "But we can send someone else to..." "I know someone." Hugo said. He picked up the phone and dialled a number. Splinter leaned closer to listen. A female voice answered. "Rose?"
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Post by Aulius on Apr 26, 2006 15:21:40 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Can't get me unless i say so forum rules[/glow] Tide was soaking wet and walked out of an alley, he recognised where he was. He found himself outside the nightclub where he bought some amunition, he stumbled across the street trying not to let his face be seen. He walked into the bar, it was quite busy and he wondered if he would be able to talk to Hugo. Looking around he soon spotted him behind the bar on the phone, he walked over to him trying not get noticed. "Yes I'm fine, OK Rose, I need you to find out everything about Zack Angelo....Yes the man on TV, we know him" Tide stood infront of him, Hugo looked up "Just find out what you can, yes yes I willl, I'll call you back" He hung up and Hugo stood up straight. "I need help" Tide said quietly "Yes your not right in the head for murdering the millionare" "Shh, don't tell everyone, It wasn't me. Someone was trying to set me up so the police here will try to get me" "Why should I believe you?" "Because I can kill you with my pinkie (little finger), if I wanted to. I may have to if you tell the police where I am" "No we'd plan to black mail you first! But since your claiming you were set up then who did it?" Tide looked around and leaned in. "Some bounty hunter, I don't know who he is but last I heard from my contacts he was trying to go under cover in the police" There was a long silence apart from the sounds of merry customers, the clinking of drinks and the sound laughter. Hugo put his hand into his pocket and pull out a key. "This is the key to my office upstairs, go over to that door next to the Mens and its at the top. I'll come up there and we will discuss this after closing" "Thanks, If I see anyone else with you that you can't prove that they're not undercover officers they will be the first to die up there, then you" He smirked and took the key, he then slowly manuvered himself around the tables to the door.
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Post by church on Apr 26, 2006 18:30:29 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]Can't get me unless i say so forum rules[/glow] [glow=red,2,300] never said i was going to kill you, just find you, then well se who kils who ;D didnt you say in an earlier post that you had a bounty on your head?[/glow] billy smirked and looked into his jacket pocket, he had been asked to go to the strip club by his senior officer but had refused, he had better things to do. he looked down into his lap to see the pictures that he had taken of his boss. the senior chief of police was stuffing neo credits into a cat girls g-string. "heh got the bugger, now to cash in on my money" he left the bar and moved onto his next target tide. about half an hour later he parked his bike and met the guy from the hotel. "can i hell.." hell was right, the man at the desk had been grabbed roughly by the coller and pushed agenst the wall. Driskel pushed his blade into his neck, not enough to make him blead but it still hurt. "WHERE IS HE" he roared "w.. w..who.... sir? the man stutterd "tide the criminal you phoned the police about!" "i...i.dunno, he never said anything" "you had better not be lying to me" driskel dog the blade in deaper "alright he may have said somthing about a bar" "which bar" he released the blade a little but not much "the... the Analusia" "thanks2 driskel growled and brok the guy's neck with a quick snap, he looted the cash register for some "spending money"
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Post by Aulius on Apr 26, 2006 18:40:13 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]er I never said anything about a bar...I just ran out[/glow]
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Post by church on Apr 26, 2006 19:27:14 GMT
whooops
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Post by Phoenix on Apr 26, 2006 19:30:42 GMT
Billy made his way to the Analusia bar. He saw the entrance and sped up his pace. You're dead Tide, he thought, grinning. There was a woman in front of him, dressed in tight black leather trousers and top. He pushed past her roughly. "Move" He ordered. The woman turned around and grabbed the back of his collar. "Got any manners?" she said "Let go or I'll shoot" Billy pulled out his gun. He turned around and raised his arm so the gun was in level with her head, but before he had time to think, she had kicked his wrist and the gun went flying in the air, landing on other side of the road with a thud. Taken by surprise, he blinked and she punched him straight in the face. He collapsed on the ground, unconcious. The woman kicked his body, then stepped over it and entered the club. Meanwhile, upstairs, Tide had seen Billy coming, and had quickly slipped out through a fire exit at the back of the building.
Inside, the woman looked around and smiled as she saw Hugo. "Rose!" he called. "What are you doing here?" "I wasn't too far away, and when you hung up so suddenly I thought something might've happened." she replied. "By the way, you should teach your customers some manners." "What do you mean?" "I just knocked one out for being rude." They laughed. "That's my Rose! oh, and change of plan. I want you to spy on a different guy. He's a bounty hunter, possibly under cover as a police officer." "Know his name?" "No" "This makes it hard" "I know you can do, Rose. I was good friends with your father, and he always said how proud he was of you." Rose was silent. She missed her father. "When I find out who killed him, I'll make the murderer wish he was never born..." She clenched her fist. "I need to go now. I'll give you whatever information I can find out." "Thanks" Hugo watched her leave, then headed upstairs. He opened the door, and there was no one in the room.
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