Post #1562987 in Ventrue, a roleplay on RPG

"Take one you need it"

"So whats your plan? Cause it looks like to me you don't have much of one" he said looking at the grenades in Nicks pocket. "A desperate man without a plan is just a fool, idiot that doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground. So if you are going to go through with this without a plan. I can not aide you in your own death" he took another drag off his cigarette a bit of gray ash falling of the tip. "But if you want to sit here for a min son and think about how your going to take him out I'll give you what you need. Deal?"

"She loves you, God don't ask me why but she does" he looked at the young broken man. "Let me tell you something, that girl is my life all that I have left of my wife, God rest her soul. I was not always the best husband or father but I did it the best way I could. But all the drugs, guns, women, or money could never replace the love I have for my wife and the pride I have for my daughter. You need to take stock of your life and decide what is more important to you, the money or revenge. Fuck it that shit doesn't mean nothing in the end, the only thing that maters is whats crying in that little workshop right now" he put out his cigarette in the ash tray. "

"It your life son, you have decide for yourself. But we'll back you up, if you are going after Nico I wont let you go in by yourself, for my daughter's sake cause she would follow you any way whether I or you told her not to". The old french man smiled "Viva la revolucion".

"You want the truth, old timer?" Nick questioned while drawing one of the Camel Wides out of the pack. Placing the cigarette between his bluish lips, they had finally started to return to their original color yet weren't quite there just yet. He took the lighter, shielded the end of the cigarette from any air current and lit it on fire. Puffing a couple time, the stick glowing bright neon orange and releasing the potent cocktail of chemicals that burned his lungs greedily.

"Sometimes I feel like I don't know my ass from a hole in the ground. Right now being one of them. I used to walk around in a daze, touching peoples lives with careless abandon. Your daughter may like me, hell, she may in fact be in love with me. But she ain't the only one. A gal I once knew for many years, waited for me to come around. For me. Now my best friend's giving it to her. All the better I suppose. Saves me the trouble of emotional baggage" He managed to get out before he exhaled a large volume of grayish blue smoke slowly as he stared out at the weapon stocks.

"I once knew two very special people; my mother and my father. One I loved, the other I respected. That man whose at the top-- that narcissistic fuck who's the king right now, he'll burn everything my father ever built with his two hands and my mother did put up with. I can't let that kind of man run Ventrue, even if I can't run Ventrue the way it needs to be ran, I won't let that prick run the show." He said pinching the filter between two fingers, taking a drag off it before flicking the still burning ashes into an open hand. Nick was so focused on what he was saying that he failed to register that it was burning him. He was slipping back into that focused state.

"That son-of-a-bitch wants a fight, I don't know any other way to fight him except for how I do things. Maybe that will eventually get me killed but not before I drag his happy smug fucking ass to Hell with me. I don't make no illusions, I'm in shoddy condition right now, hell I have been for the past few days. But some things can't wait. He'll burn everything you love and hold dear to get to me. I know, because I would do the same. I may not have not have a full proof plan, but I can't sit with my thumb up my ass for an epiphany." Nick said exhaling smoke through his nostrils slowly, he would look feral as the anger rose steadily within him once again.

"That cockroach took everything from me. " He smashed the cigarette but into the ash tray and stepped past Renae. Grabbing the handle before he left he stopped just for a brief few seconds. "He took everything I wanted from me. The least I could do is the same. Tell your daughter never to allow the blood of men to stain those hands. Those hands are meant for creating something beautiful, and one day, something perfect to her that isn't a gun. Maybe in a better life I could have been free enough to make choices that everyone liked. But for this one, well, I'll just have to make the best ones I think I can." Nick opened the door stepped out and closed it behind himself he then exited the shop entirely, and made his way to the Waldorf-Astoria.

Snippet #1562987

located in New York, a part of Ventrue, one of the many universes on RPG.

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