Introduction
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The sea claims the land as temperatures rise. Extreme weather events grow more violent and frequent: huge electrical storms cause power cuts for hundreds of miles, epic tornados rip entire cities down to the roots, droughts and heatwaves have been known to cripple populations by killing millions and wildfires rage for months, decimating all in their path. This, and the health threats that are presented by increased air pollution, flooding, and heightened risk of insect-borne disease mean that Earth’s human population tend to spend as much time indoors as possible. They burrow down and watch in horror as the climate descends into a practically uninhabitable state. Governments are corrupt and crippled by the damages, many falling to extremism. Some of the most developed countries have established specially designed cities (SafeSites) in which people can work and live indoors for their whole lives, protected from the outside. However, many simply can’t afford this luxury and are left to struggle, trying to make a living in a crumbling world where Mother Nature feeds unforgivingly whilst they starve. Poverty and crime flourish. The law becomes stricter in order to deal with desperados; so much so that food theft or fist fights over finances can result in life sentences. And so prisons become terribly overcrowded and difficult to control, especially when the weather itself is on the criminal side.
Entertainment plays a large part in people’s lives. Those with money, who live in SafeSites, spend an extortionate amount of time watching television. But these shows aren’t the dumb realities, shoddy horrors and outlandish dramas of the past. It takes much more to enthral a population who have witnessed dreadful hardship. These shows are gritty, upsetting and often insanely violent. And sometimes real…
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Five years ago, spurred by an extreme weather event which ended in the destruction of one of the largest prisons on the East Coast, U.S, artist and writer Jia Jiu published a graphic novel: Culprit City. The criminals had escaped from their prison and wreaked havoc on the nearest city despite the storm which was battering the area. Whilst some had fled, a great number had acted out of a desire for vengeance. 243 innocent civilians were killed due to the direct actions of the escaped, delirious criminals or from exposure to the storm.
Jia Jiu’s Culprit City depicted a city which was inhabited by criminals. Each criminal character was presented as the evilest of creatures. Culprit City was the worst place imaginable, although it was open to the elements, these wicked people still survived. The arrival of The Heroes soon amended that. The Heroes were chosen by the heavens in order to destroy the city and those sinful inhabitants. They worked together, though not without their differences, and in the end, when all of the criminals were dead, The Heroes were the symbol of friendship, of collaboration, and of the law.
Station 7, the U.S’s main producers of reality television shows were inspired by Jia Jiu’s creativeness, and over 5 years worked on bringing the graphic novel to life in the form of a reality game show, with the incentive of one million dollars as the winning prize.
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Please click HERE for a full sized and labelled version of the map.
Light purple sections represent outdoor areas and the darkest building is
the SafeSite sanctuary.
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1,000 criminals who are convicted with a life sentence are selected from the nearby area after being checked for suitability. 100 volunteers, who will have submitted applications, will be chosen after interviews. They will be dispersed across the city, allowed to move when the klaxon blares .The show is over when all of the Criminals are dead. If there is only one Hero left standing, then they are crowned victor, if there is more than one, then the Hero with the highest number of kills is the winner. Heroes are not permitted to kill another Hero, nor manipulate any Criminals into doing so. A winner cannot be crowned unless all of the Criminals are dead, and so, if at any one time, the number of Heroes is running low, the producers add more to the pool from their volunteers. The players are monitored by an advanced CCTV and recording system which is wired into the city.
The Heroes are at an advantage, many will have special skills and experiences which gave them an edge over other volunteers. Though, this isn’t the case with all of them as the producers were keen to have a variety of personalities and backgrounds in order to make the show a more interesting watch. The Heroes have access to a large armoury which is located underneath Culprit City. Whilst The Criminals do not have this, they are also skilled, so to say. The only way a Criminal can get their hands on the provided weapons in the armoury is to win them off a Hero, but most will be able to find something within the city to defend themselves with.
NOTE: Culrpit City is plumbed and wired, but with its exposure to the weather, this could change. Ample food can be found across the city and stocks are sometimes replenished. Most of the buildings apart from warehouses, factories and offices will contain similar stock to a store of its kind outside of the game. More information can be found here. Please read.
In the Criminal pool there are most likely to be brutal killers, sly manipulators and dangerous psychopaths. Yet each individual will have their own story, in a world such as this, where families can be left homeless, starve or become sick easily because of the climate, the lines between right and wrong can often be blurred. And with a government both unwilling and unable to help, with a law so twisted that even the best of intentions cannot escape… who is labelled a ‘Criminal’? And what kind of person would allow themselves to be portrayed as a ‘Hero’, whilst taking part in a sick, murderous game for the entertainment of a ruined species?
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The Roleplay will start from when the klaxon blows. Characters will be spread out across the city, placed at random.
This is going to be run in an episodic manner. For example, the GM’s first post may be something along the lines of:
“Episode 1: Arms&Territory.
The ‘Players’ are dispersed across the city. The klaxon has just sounded. Criminals and Heroes may begin to form bands of allies now. The Heroes are vulnerable as they must find the armoury and arm themselves; meanwhile, the Criminals (firstly unaware of this) may catch on and gain the upper hand. Once arms are found and distributed, the bands hope to secure themselves a safe house of sorts and mark out their territory.”
This is just a loose idea of what the majority of those inside the city will be doing and is not totally all-inclusive.
Once the posts moving within this outline have ceased, a new episode will be posted.
Writers playing Heroes must keep track of their number of kills by posting a tally at the end of each post.
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Writers may make either a Hero or a Criminal, or both. You are welcome to submit as many characters as you like; as long as you can keep up with them. I'm hoping there will be some interesting characters which will explore the issues of morality. One important facet of this roleplay is that most of the characters are going to die, and I want anyone joining to understand this. If one of your characters dies, you are welcome to make another. But in the end, all of the Criminals and most Heroes will be dead.
There is no set Character Sheet for this Roleplay. This is a realistic roleplay. So, no naturally extravagant coloured hair or eyes. All types of images are accepted, though I personally prefer digital art and will judge you if you use insanely famous celebrities, especially Disney stars.
If you need ideas, here are some things you should think about addressing:
HERO:
Who are they? (Name, age, birth place)
What do they look like? (Physically, expressions, motion, attire)
What are their personalities, is there any difference between their outward behaviour compared to their inner thoughts? (Some of this may be held back for development or added mystery)
What are their views on the current circumstances and the concept of 'Culprit City' - what made them want to volunteer?
Where do they come from? What is their background? (Considering financial and social aspects)
Any special skills?
CRIMINAL:
Who are they? (Name, age, birth place)
What do they look like? (Physically, expressions, motion, attire)
What are their personalities, is there any difference between their outward behaviour compared to their inner thoughts? (Some of this may be held back for development or added mystery)
What are their views on the current circumstances and the concept of 'Culprit City'?
Where do they come from? What is their background? (Considering financial and social aspects, also past convictions and what they were sentenced to life for)
Any special skills?
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♦ Make sure you’re aware that the whole aim of the game is to kill. If you are to join, you have to be accepting of this as most likely eventual outcome. I propose pre-planning character’s deaths between writers. However, there may be some times when it’s appropriate to use a dice or a random generator to determine actions.
♦ We’re going for a realistic approach here. No magic.
♦ Any technology that is more advanced than the current time, whether it be electronics or weaponry, please discuss with me beforehand.
♦ This roleplay should be approached with maturity. Exploration of quite difficult themes and violence is to be expected. Though, remain aware of other players and work to keep a comfortable atmosphere.
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Feel free to ask any questions or make suggestions in the OOC, or PM Lialore.
Taking place in...
Culprit City our primary setting
This shoddy set for the show is constructed mainly of scavenged materials from cities which had already suffered the weather's wrath. Patchwork skyscrapers litter the horizon, whilst the smaller buildings lay in their shadows, dilapidated and mismatched.
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Lorelei pulled her jacket from her rucksack and shrugged it on, making sure her armband was visible. She wasn't sure what the punishment for breaking the rules was, but she was sure it wasn't going to be nice. She wasn't altogether sure why it mattered what she was wearing. It wasn't her clothes that made her a target; it was the goddamned armband she had to wear. She could strut around dressed up as peacock and it wouldn't make her anymore or any less of a target. The armband was the target, a flashing sign that said 'I'm a bad person, kill me now'.
She followed the pair who seemed to have some kind of plan, although Lorelei was sure the blonde woman was calling the shots. She didn't know their names and wasn't really that bothered about finding out. They didn't exactly strike her as the buddying up type, so there wasn't going to be much personal chit-chat. One thing that was clear was that she was a extra in this plan, a burden if you will. She didn't let that bother her. Lorelei was used to people not thinking much of her. At this moment in time, she didn't rate her own chances too highly either. They gathered what they needed and headed for the south entrance, the one Lorelei had come through in the first place.
"We run for the store across the street, we'll move through it and out the back, then onto the next. We repeat that with the next, then across to the restaurants. From there, we'll go through the alleyways between the apartments and cross to the office buildings. Clear on the plan? Good, because I won't be stopping to go over it again."
Checking that the coast was clear, Lorelei followed Anya across the street to the gardening center. Lorelei shadowed as Anya gathered whatever it was they needed, knife in her hand, prepared for an attack if one came. Anya moved with purpose, Lorelei noticed. That was a good trait to have. Lorelei had never been much of a leader. She did what she had to do, usually working alone. They made their way through the stores, Anya picking up anything that she needed, before making the dash across to the restaurants. Lorelei remembered the gunshots that had echoed around the street not so long ago. The bodies were still there. Lorelei numbly wondered if they would get taken away before the start of the next day, or just be left to the elements.
They entered the restaurant and Lorelei heard a steady dripping noise. She looked to the source of the noise and saw a hole had been burnt into the wall. What she could only assume was some kind of acid dripped from the top, sizzling when it hit the floor. "Yey, acid," She commented dryly. The acid was still dripping, which meant that it was a recent occurrence. Which meant that whoever had burned the hole was most likely still around. Whether they were in the restaurant or not, Lorelei wasn't sure. All she was that they were around. She rested a hand on the spit, more for comfort than anything. If anyone else was here, they had acid. She wasn't altogether sure what she could do against acid, but she refused to go down without a fight. Give them a show, she mentally repeated. That's what she was here to do now. Call her skeptical, but she doubted they had all been chosen by a fluke of chance. This was entertainment disguised as justice. The network needing ratings. They had to be interesting.
She followed the pair who seemed to have some kind of plan, although Lorelei was sure the blonde woman was calling the shots. She didn't know their names and wasn't really that bothered about finding out. They didn't exactly strike her as the buddying up type, so there wasn't going to be much personal chit-chat. One thing that was clear was that she was a extra in this plan, a burden if you will. She didn't let that bother her. Lorelei was used to people not thinking much of her. At this moment in time, she didn't rate her own chances too highly either. They gathered what they needed and headed for the south entrance, the one Lorelei had come through in the first place.
"We run for the store across the street, we'll move through it and out the back, then onto the next. We repeat that with the next, then across to the restaurants. From there, we'll go through the alleyways between the apartments and cross to the office buildings. Clear on the plan? Good, because I won't be stopping to go over it again."
Checking that the coast was clear, Lorelei followed Anya across the street to the gardening center. Lorelei shadowed as Anya gathered whatever it was they needed, knife in her hand, prepared for an attack if one came. Anya moved with purpose, Lorelei noticed. That was a good trait to have. Lorelei had never been much of a leader. She did what she had to do, usually working alone. They made their way through the stores, Anya picking up anything that she needed, before making the dash across to the restaurants. Lorelei remembered the gunshots that had echoed around the street not so long ago. The bodies were still there. Lorelei numbly wondered if they would get taken away before the start of the next day, or just be left to the elements.
They entered the restaurant and Lorelei heard a steady dripping noise. She looked to the source of the noise and saw a hole had been burnt into the wall. What she could only assume was some kind of acid dripped from the top, sizzling when it hit the floor. "Yey, acid," She commented dryly. The acid was still dripping, which meant that it was a recent occurrence. Which meant that whoever had burned the hole was most likely still around. Whether they were in the restaurant or not, Lorelei wasn't sure. All she was that they were around. She rested a hand on the spit, more for comfort than anything. If anyone else was here, they had acid. She wasn't altogether sure what she could do against acid, but she refused to go down without a fight. Give them a show, she mentally repeated. That's what she was here to do now. Call her skeptical, but she doubted they had all been chosen by a fluke of chance. This was entertainment disguised as justice. The network needing ratings. They had to be interesting.
Jared took it upon himself to burst through doors ahead of their little band, wielding the sledgehammer all too happily as he went. He’d scour the areas they were about to rummage through. They encountered few, though Jared had had his fun stalking a rat-like criminal through the hardware store; ridding him with a swing of the sledgehammer, an insane grin, and a cackled ‘Boo!’.
As they went about their business, he’d always take look at any corpses they passed, trying to figure out how they’d die. He snorted. Why should he care? No matter what, he was going to be one of them. Jared was just passing time with these bimbos before he’d get shot up.
They all made it to the restaurants in once piece.
The wall was missing one big piece.
“Looks like someone got creative.”
He twirled the sledgehammer around, trying to look cool. Instead, it was a clumsy gesture which ended up with him having to save it with his other hand. Still, Jared thought he’d managed to pull it off and look badass.
“Knock knock” He said menacingly. This hadn’t happened long ago. The vandal was still around.
As they went about their business, he’d always take look at any corpses they passed, trying to figure out how they’d die. He snorted. Why should he care? No matter what, he was going to be one of them. Jared was just passing time with these bimbos before he’d get shot up.
They all made it to the restaurants in once piece.
The wall was missing one big piece.
“Looks like someone got creative.”
He twirled the sledgehammer around, trying to look cool. Instead, it was a clumsy gesture which ended up with him having to save it with his other hand. Still, Jared thought he’d managed to pull it off and look badass.
“Knock knock” He said menacingly. This hadn’t happened long ago. The vandal was still around.
Hieronymus looked out from behind the wall of the kitchen, with another sandwich in his mouth. He saw the three come in, but didn't see their armbands. Welp, that was unfortunate. Hieronymus took the sandwich out of his mouth with one hand, and his other hand prepared to aim the nail-gun. He moved from cover, and then took aim with his one hand. That was, before he saw the red armbands.
There were two women, and 1 man. One woman was blonde, and lithe. She probably would do well in this kind of thing. She was composed, and professional, it seemed. Maybe she was an assassin or a soldier. The big guy holding the sledgehammer was scarier than either of his companions, but the way he failed at spinning the sledgehammer had a disarming effect on Hieronymus. He'd be careful around this guy, just as much as he would be around any other giant criminal. Well, whatever. The last one in the band was a girl with brown hair, and a cooking spit. She looked uncomfortable, to say the least. Well, who wouldn't be? Especially since she was on the criminal side.
Hieronymus lowered the gun upon seeing all three of them. His gaze remained on them, ready to act if they did anything.
"My name is Hieronymus, and would any of you like some coffee? There's some in the kitchen."
Hieronymus was never very good with people. He barely spoke, and had very few acquaintances. When he was a trader, he was not the leader of the trading company he worked for. He tended to just help them crunch numbers when they didn't have a calculator. Or repair their things, or make some goods that they could use to make some areas livable again. For instance, a machine that could produce electricity from air. And not by spinning a turbine, but by taking the latent electrical potential of air, and harnessing it when the air was pushed into the device's surface. Aesthetically, it looked like a sail for a boat. When he became a scientist, there was also less time to be friendly with others. He would go days without speaking to anyone, or weeks. After becoming a criminal, he didn't speak very much, even. Hieronymus quickly became nervous, and scratched the back of his head, a gesture he often made when he stopped to make a choice.
The entire time it took him to remember this, less than a second, he kept his eyes trained on the trio in front of him.
There were two women, and 1 man. One woman was blonde, and lithe. She probably would do well in this kind of thing. She was composed, and professional, it seemed. Maybe she was an assassin or a soldier. The big guy holding the sledgehammer was scarier than either of his companions, but the way he failed at spinning the sledgehammer had a disarming effect on Hieronymus. He'd be careful around this guy, just as much as he would be around any other giant criminal. Well, whatever. The last one in the band was a girl with brown hair, and a cooking spit. She looked uncomfortable, to say the least. Well, who wouldn't be? Especially since she was on the criminal side.
Hieronymus lowered the gun upon seeing all three of them. His gaze remained on them, ready to act if they did anything.
"My name is Hieronymus, and would any of you like some coffee? There's some in the kitchen."
Hieronymus was never very good with people. He barely spoke, and had very few acquaintances. When he was a trader, he was not the leader of the trading company he worked for. He tended to just help them crunch numbers when they didn't have a calculator. Or repair their things, or make some goods that they could use to make some areas livable again. For instance, a machine that could produce electricity from air. And not by spinning a turbine, but by taking the latent electrical potential of air, and harnessing it when the air was pushed into the device's surface. Aesthetically, it looked like a sail for a boat. When he became a scientist, there was also less time to be friendly with others. He would go days without speaking to anyone, or weeks. After becoming a criminal, he didn't speak very much, even. Hieronymus quickly became nervous, and scratched the back of his head, a gesture he often made when he stopped to make a choice.
The entire time it took him to remember this, less than a second, he kept his eyes trained on the trio in front of him.
"This isn't a time to be relaxing with drinks." Anya replied curtly, "We're here for some supplies. You responsible for that acid? I'm guessing you didn't just find that by lucky chance. If you're capable with chemicals, then you'll be useful. I have a plan. You can tag along if you want, or you can let us get on with it. I'll explain what the plan is when we're not being watched." There was no mincing of words with her - she was methodical, and to the point. She doubted somewhere as central as these restaurants would be devoid of cameras, and was relying on finding a corner of an office somewhere without cameras turned on it.
Without waiting for a response, she was already moving through to the kitchen, pulling out some salt and bottled water and stuffing them into her bag. "We want to move quickly, there's an armed hero around here somewhere judging by the bodies in the street. We don't want to be caught off-guard. If there's a chance to ambush them, take it. Otherwise let's keep moving."
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Alex, in the meantime, wasn't as close as Anya had feared. Upon seeing the melted wall of the restaurant, he had made a decision that could have been called wise, or could have been called cowardly. Either worked. He decided to go and find easier victims, rather than ones that could spray acid, or whatever had melted that wall.
He was currently sauntering through the department store to the east, taking potshots at fleeing criminals through the kitchenware. Like a bull in a china shop, but if the bull had a high-powered rifle.
Without waiting for a response, she was already moving through to the kitchen, pulling out some salt and bottled water and stuffing them into her bag. "We want to move quickly, there's an armed hero around here somewhere judging by the bodies in the street. We don't want to be caught off-guard. If there's a chance to ambush them, take it. Otherwise let's keep moving."
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Alex, in the meantime, wasn't as close as Anya had feared. Upon seeing the melted wall of the restaurant, he had made a decision that could have been called wise, or could have been called cowardly. Either worked. He decided to go and find easier victims, rather than ones that could spray acid, or whatever had melted that wall.
He was currently sauntering through the department store to the east, taking potshots at fleeing criminals through the kitchenware. Like a bull in a china shop, but if the bull had a high-powered rifle.
Not particularly fond of the nurse either Edwards decided to stay instead. He had some things he wanted to asked Phantom, particularly concerning the armories. The man was roughed up and the chances of him surviving to the end seemed unlikely. At least at this point in the game he was better off to hide than to fight. That was unless this nurse was some miracle worker that she could sew whatever internal organs he'd had sliced open. Edwards had given Izzy one of the guns, and he'd emptied the clip, but here was hoping he had more rounds. Edwards looked around his things. Nothing particularly revealing as it was mostly everything he had with him at the start except slightly more blood drenched. Unable to find anything Edwards looked to the man hitting on his caretaker.
"Hey Batman, got any extra bullets for that pistol? I might need em if someone comes busting through the doors here to kill us."
"Hey Batman, got any extra bullets for that pistol? I might need em if someone comes busting through the doors here to kill us."
Giselle was absolutely ecstatic. It looked as though all of her patients so far were going to make full recoveries and although she was still curious about the man behind the mask she didn't question him about it and decided to let him recover while she cleaned up her equipment.
It hadn't been easy or pretty stitching p the gash in his side. The bullet hadn't stuck but it had torn away a fair amount of flesh and she wasn't surprised that he had passed out from blood loss. She was surprised that he hadn't passed out sooner. He was lucky that he hadn't lost too much flesh or she would have had to graft some skin from his ass on to his side. It had taken a good deal of staples and quite a lot of stitches, both to his side and his head but the wounds were closed, cleaned and the bleeding had stopped meaning he was on his way to a healthy recovery.
However just because he was on his way did not in any way mean that he would get there. She found minute traces of rust in his side meaning that the bullet that hit him was rusty, She had managed to remove most of the rusted flakes but even a minuscule trace could lead to tetanus. Giselle made a mental note to watch him for spasms and hoped he'd had his shots. As she thought of tetanus she remembered her trap and wondered how long it'd be until some criminal set it off.
Before she had time to think too much about her trap she heard her patient start stirring behind her. She finished drying her tools off and made her way over to him to see how he was coping with the stitches. He was definitely awake and talking although she couldn't tell how well he was dealing with the wounds since she couldn't read his facial expressions. By the way he moved it didn't look like they were an excessive bother but they did hurt.
He wanted to know about her so she told him. "My name is Giselle Demence but you may call me Nurse Gigi. I am a certified doctor, although I don't have my certificate to show you so you'll just have to take my word for it, but I do prefer to be called nurse. I just think the nurse's outfits are cuter. Don't you?" Even though she had asked the other two people to stay out the man had still come in and he was asking her patient for ammunition. She doubted he had any and even though she didn't want him to agitate the masked man there wasn't much she could do about it.
She had several needles full of different surprises on her at the moment but she wasn't allowed to kill any other heroes and she didn't having anything that wasn't deadly or incurable. So she just sat down and glared at him, hoping he would leave, soon. At least the woman had listened enough to leave her to her work. She wondered where the woman was now. She hadn't looked too good when she came in and Giselle wanted to take a look t her lip, it was swollen and if she wasn't mistaken she had seen signs of infection in it.
It hadn't been easy or pretty stitching p the gash in his side. The bullet hadn't stuck but it had torn away a fair amount of flesh and she wasn't surprised that he had passed out from blood loss. She was surprised that he hadn't passed out sooner. He was lucky that he hadn't lost too much flesh or she would have had to graft some skin from his ass on to his side. It had taken a good deal of staples and quite a lot of stitches, both to his side and his head but the wounds were closed, cleaned and the bleeding had stopped meaning he was on his way to a healthy recovery.
However just because he was on his way did not in any way mean that he would get there. She found minute traces of rust in his side meaning that the bullet that hit him was rusty, She had managed to remove most of the rusted flakes but even a minuscule trace could lead to tetanus. Giselle made a mental note to watch him for spasms and hoped he'd had his shots. As she thought of tetanus she remembered her trap and wondered how long it'd be until some criminal set it off.
Before she had time to think too much about her trap she heard her patient start stirring behind her. She finished drying her tools off and made her way over to him to see how he was coping with the stitches. He was definitely awake and talking although she couldn't tell how well he was dealing with the wounds since she couldn't read his facial expressions. By the way he moved it didn't look like they were an excessive bother but they did hurt.
He wanted to know about her so she told him. "My name is Giselle Demence but you may call me Nurse Gigi. I am a certified doctor, although I don't have my certificate to show you so you'll just have to take my word for it, but I do prefer to be called nurse. I just think the nurse's outfits are cuter. Don't you?" Even though she had asked the other two people to stay out the man had still come in and he was asking her patient for ammunition. She doubted he had any and even though she didn't want him to agitate the masked man there wasn't much she could do about it.
She had several needles full of different surprises on her at the moment but she wasn't allowed to kill any other heroes and she didn't having anything that wasn't deadly or incurable. So she just sat down and glared at him, hoping he would leave, soon. At least the woman had listened enough to leave her to her work. She wondered where the woman was now. She hadn't looked too good when she came in and Giselle wanted to take a look t her lip, it was swollen and if she wasn't mistaken she had seen signs of infection in it.
He cutched the knife in his hand and threw his chain over his shoulder as he walked to the entrance of the Jacob and Medley offices. For a moment he looked in the window to make sure he himself would not be ambushed. He decided that it was safe enough and entered. From the looks of it someone had definitely been here.
Will was sitting towards the back of the building, resting when he heard the sound of the door click open.‘ Shit.’ He moved to a crouched position, straining his ears for the sound of movement.From the sounds of it, the guy or who ever had a chain at least.
He shuffled around the room looking for a sign or trail of the person who was within the building. He saw a few phone books destroyed and cut apart, as well as a few filing cabinet torn apart there metal plates stripped. He found this curious as he muttered “Maybe they made a weapon or something?” He shook it off as he went back to looking for whoever had occupied the building. He walked down a nearby hallway his heavy boots and dragging chain making quite audible noises as he moved.
‘There moving...’ Will started to move making sure he was quiet, in a crouch it was awkward, he made sure the heel of his boot as firmly against the ground before he shifted his weight making very little noise as he could. However the rain jacket they were give made that all too familiar hiss sound when he shifted. ‘God… I hope that chain drowns out that sound’ He moved in an opposite circle from the sounds of the boots , keeping himself and the shovel lower than the cubicle’s walls. ‘ Heavy boots...sounds like they are about my size….’ Will could hear his heart pounding away in his ears, he was surprised that sound didn’t give him away as silly as that thought was.
“I heard that” He said as he heard the faintest sound in the distance. An all too familiar smile formed at the edge of his lips. He moved more fervently down the hall the sound of his boots becoming heavier and heavier. “I’d start running… whoever you are. It’s better when they run.” He swung the hook of his chain into the wall breaking a small amount of drywall.
Will kept the same rhythm with his steps even when the guy had started talking, he might think it was just some sound in the building. Externally he didn’t seem spooked, he moved carefully as always moving closer to the door and windows. The smack of the chain hitting the wall echoed through out the little law firm. ‘ This guy likes to fuck with people before he kills them...’ He gripped the shovel tighter making sure it didn’t drag along anything as he moved. God this sucked… Never before now had he wished he had a gun more than he did now. Fear had quietly settled in the base of his stomach. He had to either bug out or fight, that chain would be hard to effectively swing in this tight area…. Then again so would large swings with his shovel. He’d have to use it more like a spear or a hatchet. The boot steps got closer and he got further.
He started to practically run down the hallway now as his boots made a continuous ‘thump’ with each step. Then the noise suddenly stopped, Riley now moved quietly no longer stomping his feet with each step. He pulled the 10inch blade he had looted from his would be assassin earlier and started to scrape it across the walls as he walked. It made a horrible noise and he looked around for any sign of movement. “You can’t hide forever…” the many hallways and rooms made his voice a bit distorted and scattered. He started to get a feeling of excitement as he hunted for the inhabitant of the building. “I will find you soon enough.”
Shit he was getting closer, Will moved into one of the cubicles and readied the shovel like one would a javelin to be thrown. This guy was going to to be in a blood frenzy and lose himself in it… At least I can use that to my advantage. Will’s mind slowly formed a plan. He really wasn’t equipped for an all out brawl but he might be about to wound the guy and get away. He waited until the footsteps were close, almost on top of him before he struck. He rounded the corner with the shovel point first and let his body weight along with it screaming as he went. It was a risky move but it would pay off hopefully. He readied himself to keep running if he missed.
He continued running until ‘Wham’ A shovel from the darkness hit him dead in the chest, his padded armor took the brunt of the assault but it did flatten him as he feel flat on his back to the ground. The men's adrenaline was pumping now as he became furious. “You're gonna regret that!” He quickly picked himself from the ground, the running man now roughly fifteen feet away. Almost on impulse he swung the chain over his head across the room aiming to take the mans feet out from under him to by Riley time to catch up. “You’re not getting away that easy…”
Will booked it after the guy hit the ground.’Shit shit shit, Should smashed his head in when he was on the ground’ He kept running even though he heard the sound of the chain. “ You’re the one who attacked me!” he shouted back as he rounded the corner hearing the chain smack against the floor. “Shit” He muttered to himself as the chain hit the ground missing. He immediately started his pursuit after the fleeing man grabbing the hook of the chain from the ground as he passed it. “That’s why they brought me here… To kill everyone.”
“ So you’re gonna let them control you like a dog? Red arm band here buddy!” He said knocking over the hat rack by the front door smashing the front window, but the guy was to close behind him to try and get out , he’d have to go on the next pass through. He simply laughed “All are my targets… criminals or ‘Hero’ alike, none have been spared judgement.” he said as he started to spin his hook while running.
“Battlefield Judgement? You serve?” Will grabbed a clock and tossed it over his shoulder hoping the hit the guy in his face or something. God this guy could run, to top it off he sounded like a nut. A nut with a chain trying to kill me.
“I serve a higher judgement-” He was stopped mid sentence as the clock hit him in the face; At the same time he had thrown his chain causing it to veer off course. He sat and set his face in his hand from the pain. “Damn it!” He sat regaining his bearings. “Ughhh” He grunted as he stood up and pursuited once more now farther behind than before. Then he saw something from the window broken, there was a group of green banned people walking towards the building. Four of them from the looks of it. “Looks like you have more than me to worry about now. “Looks like there’s 4 well armed ‘heroes’ outside” He now leaned against a wall weapons ready.
“Shit…Look, I don’t trust you one bit. But I know 1 verse 4 is nuts. Truce and we might be able to get out of this long enough for you to try and kill me later, fair?” Will said peeking over around the cubicle at the guy. Riley sat thinking, he wasn’t an idiot. “You take half and i’ll take half…” He held the knife in his hand ready to strike should anyone show themselves. He looked back then walked off into another room awaiting the heroes entrance into the building.
The first hero walked through the door, flashlights in hand or weapon mounted he couldn’t tell.
“ You sure there are people here?”
“ That coat rack didn’t throw itself at the door”
Two guys.
“ Rob, Jack, go up stairs and check it , Me and Jake will head through the building. Keep eyes on one another”
Will watched one guy , he had a longer looking rifle. That is my way to survive….
Will watched the guy as he started checking the cubicle , the guy started a pattern, right than left… Will waited on the left side of the 2nd to last cubicle. looking around he found a long pair of scissors, he set his shovel down carefully.
“ Looks like they had quite a run around, no blood tho.” He said.
‘damn it… he’s the talker I’ll have a few moments before someone wonders why he shut up...’
Will clutched the sharp object.
Riley would approach this situation carefully, there were 4v2 odds and he couldn’t rely on the other man he had hunted on the first place. He sat at the corner of a doorway and listened to the men.
“They have to be up here…” one man said.
Riley kicked the doorway with his boot causing a loud ‘thud’ “He better capitalize on that…” He sat unmoving as one of the four men were quickly nearing the door. From the looks of it the man had a handgun, he wasn’t sure but it looked like a Glock 19. IT wasn’t his preferred type of gun but it would do the job. As soon as the man entered he lodged the blade under his jaw into his throat and held his mouth as to make sure he couldn’t scream. After a few moments of silence he took the man's gun and sheathed his knife as he dragged the corpse into the corner.
Right….and Will caught the guy mid turn using his forearm to both strangle and keep the guys jaw closed. Will slammed the scissor point into the back of the guys head right at the base of it.
Lights out. 30 seconds. Will striped the guy of his tac vest, side arm, and back pack. He grabbed the rifle , it was an old ass m14 style rifle. “Hey Mike, you find anything?” one of the guys from upstairs said. ‘shit.’ look shrugged on the bag and held the rifle firmly , leaving his shovel behind. Back door. He quickly made his way to the back door opening it with little subtlety. He heard the sound of someone running down the stairs just as he turned the alleyway and started to sprint in the cold rain. ‘ Fuckk fuck fuckk. ‘ He had to find somewhere safe to sit for a while at least. The crack and hiss of gunfire came from behind him. He turned a corner and was gone from that line of sight racing forward (westbound) for who knew what at this point.
Riley wrapped the chain around his torso like a crude bandolier, the chain might save his life later for all he knew. He was now well armed and even more dangerous and now he was ready to hunt more sinners down. “Bastard left me, to bad he drew the rest of the others away.” He shrugged as he exited the office and headed back to his warehouse to ready up for his trip to find others to kill.
Riley’s Kills: (Criminal) 5 (hero) 2
Will’s kills: 1 red….1 green.
-Collaborative post Riles and Jack (aka Will)
Will was sitting towards the back of the building, resting when he heard the sound of the door click open.‘ Shit.’ He moved to a crouched position, straining his ears for the sound of movement.From the sounds of it, the guy or who ever had a chain at least.
He shuffled around the room looking for a sign or trail of the person who was within the building. He saw a few phone books destroyed and cut apart, as well as a few filing cabinet torn apart there metal plates stripped. He found this curious as he muttered “Maybe they made a weapon or something?” He shook it off as he went back to looking for whoever had occupied the building. He walked down a nearby hallway his heavy boots and dragging chain making quite audible noises as he moved.
‘There moving...’ Will started to move making sure he was quiet, in a crouch it was awkward, he made sure the heel of his boot as firmly against the ground before he shifted his weight making very little noise as he could. However the rain jacket they were give made that all too familiar hiss sound when he shifted. ‘God… I hope that chain drowns out that sound’ He moved in an opposite circle from the sounds of the boots , keeping himself and the shovel lower than the cubicle’s walls. ‘ Heavy boots...sounds like they are about my size….’ Will could hear his heart pounding away in his ears, he was surprised that sound didn’t give him away as silly as that thought was.
“I heard that” He said as he heard the faintest sound in the distance. An all too familiar smile formed at the edge of his lips. He moved more fervently down the hall the sound of his boots becoming heavier and heavier. “I’d start running… whoever you are. It’s better when they run.” He swung the hook of his chain into the wall breaking a small amount of drywall.
Will kept the same rhythm with his steps even when the guy had started talking, he might think it was just some sound in the building. Externally he didn’t seem spooked, he moved carefully as always moving closer to the door and windows. The smack of the chain hitting the wall echoed through out the little law firm. ‘ This guy likes to fuck with people before he kills them...’ He gripped the shovel tighter making sure it didn’t drag along anything as he moved. God this sucked… Never before now had he wished he had a gun more than he did now. Fear had quietly settled in the base of his stomach. He had to either bug out or fight, that chain would be hard to effectively swing in this tight area…. Then again so would large swings with his shovel. He’d have to use it more like a spear or a hatchet. The boot steps got closer and he got further.
He started to practically run down the hallway now as his boots made a continuous ‘thump’ with each step. Then the noise suddenly stopped, Riley now moved quietly no longer stomping his feet with each step. He pulled the 10inch blade he had looted from his would be assassin earlier and started to scrape it across the walls as he walked. It made a horrible noise and he looked around for any sign of movement. “You can’t hide forever…” the many hallways and rooms made his voice a bit distorted and scattered. He started to get a feeling of excitement as he hunted for the inhabitant of the building. “I will find you soon enough.”
Shit he was getting closer, Will moved into one of the cubicles and readied the shovel like one would a javelin to be thrown. This guy was going to to be in a blood frenzy and lose himself in it… At least I can use that to my advantage. Will’s mind slowly formed a plan. He really wasn’t equipped for an all out brawl but he might be about to wound the guy and get away. He waited until the footsteps were close, almost on top of him before he struck. He rounded the corner with the shovel point first and let his body weight along with it screaming as he went. It was a risky move but it would pay off hopefully. He readied himself to keep running if he missed.
He continued running until ‘Wham’ A shovel from the darkness hit him dead in the chest, his padded armor took the brunt of the assault but it did flatten him as he feel flat on his back to the ground. The men's adrenaline was pumping now as he became furious. “You're gonna regret that!” He quickly picked himself from the ground, the running man now roughly fifteen feet away. Almost on impulse he swung the chain over his head across the room aiming to take the mans feet out from under him to by Riley time to catch up. “You’re not getting away that easy…”
Will booked it after the guy hit the ground.’Shit shit shit, Should smashed his head in when he was on the ground’ He kept running even though he heard the sound of the chain. “ You’re the one who attacked me!” he shouted back as he rounded the corner hearing the chain smack against the floor. “Shit” He muttered to himself as the chain hit the ground missing. He immediately started his pursuit after the fleeing man grabbing the hook of the chain from the ground as he passed it. “That’s why they brought me here… To kill everyone.”
“ So you’re gonna let them control you like a dog? Red arm band here buddy!” He said knocking over the hat rack by the front door smashing the front window, but the guy was to close behind him to try and get out , he’d have to go on the next pass through. He simply laughed “All are my targets… criminals or ‘Hero’ alike, none have been spared judgement.” he said as he started to spin his hook while running.
“Battlefield Judgement? You serve?” Will grabbed a clock and tossed it over his shoulder hoping the hit the guy in his face or something. God this guy could run, to top it off he sounded like a nut. A nut with a chain trying to kill me.
“I serve a higher judgement-” He was stopped mid sentence as the clock hit him in the face; At the same time he had thrown his chain causing it to veer off course. He sat and set his face in his hand from the pain. “Damn it!” He sat regaining his bearings. “Ughhh” He grunted as he stood up and pursuited once more now farther behind than before. Then he saw something from the window broken, there was a group of green banned people walking towards the building. Four of them from the looks of it. “Looks like you have more than me to worry about now. “Looks like there’s 4 well armed ‘heroes’ outside” He now leaned against a wall weapons ready.
“Shit…Look, I don’t trust you one bit. But I know 1 verse 4 is nuts. Truce and we might be able to get out of this long enough for you to try and kill me later, fair?” Will said peeking over around the cubicle at the guy. Riley sat thinking, he wasn’t an idiot. “You take half and i’ll take half…” He held the knife in his hand ready to strike should anyone show themselves. He looked back then walked off into another room awaiting the heroes entrance into the building.
The first hero walked through the door, flashlights in hand or weapon mounted he couldn’t tell.
“ You sure there are people here?”
“ That coat rack didn’t throw itself at the door”
Two guys.
“ Rob, Jack, go up stairs and check it , Me and Jake will head through the building. Keep eyes on one another”
Will watched one guy , he had a longer looking rifle. That is my way to survive….
Will watched the guy as he started checking the cubicle , the guy started a pattern, right than left… Will waited on the left side of the 2nd to last cubicle. looking around he found a long pair of scissors, he set his shovel down carefully.
“ Looks like they had quite a run around, no blood tho.” He said.
‘damn it… he’s the talker I’ll have a few moments before someone wonders why he shut up...’
Will clutched the sharp object.
Riley would approach this situation carefully, there were 4v2 odds and he couldn’t rely on the other man he had hunted on the first place. He sat at the corner of a doorway and listened to the men.
“They have to be up here…” one man said.
Riley kicked the doorway with his boot causing a loud ‘thud’ “He better capitalize on that…” He sat unmoving as one of the four men were quickly nearing the door. From the looks of it the man had a handgun, he wasn’t sure but it looked like a Glock 19. IT wasn’t his preferred type of gun but it would do the job. As soon as the man entered he lodged the blade under his jaw into his throat and held his mouth as to make sure he couldn’t scream. After a few moments of silence he took the man's gun and sheathed his knife as he dragged the corpse into the corner.
Right….and Will caught the guy mid turn using his forearm to both strangle and keep the guys jaw closed. Will slammed the scissor point into the back of the guys head right at the base of it.
Lights out. 30 seconds. Will striped the guy of his tac vest, side arm, and back pack. He grabbed the rifle , it was an old ass m14 style rifle. “Hey Mike, you find anything?” one of the guys from upstairs said. ‘shit.’ look shrugged on the bag and held the rifle firmly , leaving his shovel behind. Back door. He quickly made his way to the back door opening it with little subtlety. He heard the sound of someone running down the stairs just as he turned the alleyway and started to sprint in the cold rain. ‘ Fuckk fuck fuckk. ‘ He had to find somewhere safe to sit for a while at least. The crack and hiss of gunfire came from behind him. He turned a corner and was gone from that line of sight racing forward (westbound) for who knew what at this point.
Riley wrapped the chain around his torso like a crude bandolier, the chain might save his life later for all he knew. He was now well armed and even more dangerous and now he was ready to hunt more sinners down. “Bastard left me, to bad he drew the rest of the others away.” He shrugged as he exited the office and headed back to his warehouse to ready up for his trip to find others to kill.
Riley’s Kills: (Criminal) 5 (hero) 2
Will’s kills: 1 red….1 green.
-Collaborative post Riles and Jack (aka Will)
Phantom bent upwards, feeling pain shoot up from his abdomen, making him grunt. He held it instinctively before realizing that it had been bandaged and the wound had been shut. He touched his head, feeling the grooves of the closed skin upon his fingers. The part of the mask where his head was shot had been ripped open, but it overall still covered his face, only exposing the wound on his head. He also realized that they had either took off the mask and saw his face before he awoke or they left it on. Either way, he had hoped the cameras didn't see his face if they did, he could care less if the heroes saw his face though.
He grinned under his mask, assuming that the so called "Nurse" had flirted back to him. But, he turned his attention towards Edwards who had just asked him about rounds for his pistol.
"Yeah, I have five more rounds to spare for you. You gonna head out with that woman?" Phantom asked curiously, wondering why Edwards would need more rounds. Then it hit him, they probably thought he was a burden. Phantom couldn't blame them, he would of thought of the same if he was in a similar situation with someone else injured the way he was. Without reluctance, he unstrapped the rounds and handed them to Edwards.
"If so, good luck. Thanks for the help back there, I appreciate it." Phantom wasn't the type to say thank you to anyone, he always worked alone until now.
He grinned under his mask, assuming that the so called "Nurse" had flirted back to him. But, he turned his attention towards Edwards who had just asked him about rounds for his pistol.
"Yeah, I have five more rounds to spare for you. You gonna head out with that woman?" Phantom asked curiously, wondering why Edwards would need more rounds. Then it hit him, they probably thought he was a burden. Phantom couldn't blame them, he would of thought of the same if he was in a similar situation with someone else injured the way he was. Without reluctance, he unstrapped the rounds and handed them to Edwards.
"If so, good luck. Thanks for the help back there, I appreciate it." Phantom wasn't the type to say thank you to anyone, he always worked alone until now.
Izzy was much more careful as she moved through the hospital back to where she’d left the others. She slowed to an easily maintainable jog, decelerating right down where any corridors crossed and constantly checking for other traps.
The hospital was big and it did take a while for her to find herself back in the reception room. There, she broke into a walk, her heavy boots crushing the knocked over berries into a mush as she went. Izzy was a bit flustered when she made it to the treatment room. They were all still there, including Edwards, which made a flash of agitation cross her expression.
“Hey” she said, more announcing her presence than offering them a greeting as she sidled into the room. It was against the rules to kill heroes, but she’d have still liked to raise the handgun to stare down that psycho nurse. But she didn’t think that’d do much to preserve her oh-so-heroic persona; it wouldn’t sit well with the audience. Izzy dumped the bag of collected medical products at Edwards’ feet, but didn’t take her eyes off the nurse.
“You. Candyfloss bitch, what kind of game are you playing?” She demanded, the colour in her cheeks rising. The injuries caused by the falling needles were nothing, she barely felt them, but still, the shock she’d got from the trap was enough to make her resent their creator. “This your game? Draw heroes in here with promises of treatment, let them roam the hospital without precaution and let them get themselves killed or tangled in your traps? We’re not the rats in this city, lady, in case you hadn’t noticed!”
Only then did she notice Phantom was awake. Hoping he wasn’t harbouring any too-fond memories for his insane saviour Izzy announced: “We’re leaving.”
The hospital was big and it did take a while for her to find herself back in the reception room. There, she broke into a walk, her heavy boots crushing the knocked over berries into a mush as she went. Izzy was a bit flustered when she made it to the treatment room. They were all still there, including Edwards, which made a flash of agitation cross her expression.
“Hey” she said, more announcing her presence than offering them a greeting as she sidled into the room. It was against the rules to kill heroes, but she’d have still liked to raise the handgun to stare down that psycho nurse. But she didn’t think that’d do much to preserve her oh-so-heroic persona; it wouldn’t sit well with the audience. Izzy dumped the bag of collected medical products at Edwards’ feet, but didn’t take her eyes off the nurse.
“You. Candyfloss bitch, what kind of game are you playing?” She demanded, the colour in her cheeks rising. The injuries caused by the falling needles were nothing, she barely felt them, but still, the shock she’d got from the trap was enough to make her resent their creator. “This your game? Draw heroes in here with promises of treatment, let them roam the hospital without precaution and let them get themselves killed or tangled in your traps? We’re not the rats in this city, lady, in case you hadn’t noticed!”
Only then did she notice Phantom was awake. Hoping he wasn’t harbouring any too-fond memories for his insane saviour Izzy announced: “We’re leaving.”
Gigi spun around on her chair, bored. Her patients were all healing well, her traps had all been set and she still had plenty of beetles left in her tank so there was no reason for her to go looking for more. She swiveled around in small circles, thinking up new ways to trip up any criminals that dared to intrude on her hospital. She decided to ignore the man that had brought her patient in since it was clear he wasn't going to leave any time soon. Every time she circled around she checked on the masked man, he wounds were still fresh and she didn't want him to agitate the stitches.
She was just about to go looking for some rope for her next trap when she heard footsteps approaching. She tilted her head towards the door, the footsteps were heavy and quick, whoever was coming was coming with a purpose. She looked towards the door just as the hero woman appeared. She looked pretty banged up, even more so than before and Giselle really would have liked to take a look at her lip. Before she could say anything the woman emptied a bag of supplies at the other man's feet. "Someone's been a busy bee." Gigi thought to herself.
"Game? I'm not playing any games. But I suppose I should be, I mean this whole thing is just one big gruesome game isn't it?" Gigi looked at the woman and noticed she had quite a few new scratches, like she had been scraped with several sharp objects. The wounds looked familiar and then it hit her. The woman must have triggered Giselle's needle trap, that would explain the length and frequency of the scratches. But Gigi had set up far more needles than that, and the woman was barely scraped. "No! That trap wasn't meant for you, you ignorant woman! That trap was set for any criminals that dared to come to my hospital and you've ruined it." Gigi was pissed, to say the least. "Please tell me you didn't blunder into any of the others, you didn't try to use the elevator did you? No, you wouldn't be here if you had."
Gigi stood up and started pacing back and forth between the counter and the patients' beds. "Great, now I have to go pick up all those needles and re set the trap, although since you're not too hurt maybe I should try to improve it first. Also, I hope you have your shots 'cause all those needles were filthy and rusty so who knows what you've caught. Come here and let me take a blood sample." Giselle was upset but she stil had a job to do. This woman was a hero and she needed treatment or she would die and it would be Gigi's fault. Even though she had set the trap off herself.
She was just about to go looking for some rope for her next trap when she heard footsteps approaching. She tilted her head towards the door, the footsteps were heavy and quick, whoever was coming was coming with a purpose. She looked towards the door just as the hero woman appeared. She looked pretty banged up, even more so than before and Giselle really would have liked to take a look at her lip. Before she could say anything the woman emptied a bag of supplies at the other man's feet. "Someone's been a busy bee." Gigi thought to herself.
"Game? I'm not playing any games. But I suppose I should be, I mean this whole thing is just one big gruesome game isn't it?" Gigi looked at the woman and noticed she had quite a few new scratches, like she had been scraped with several sharp objects. The wounds looked familiar and then it hit her. The woman must have triggered Giselle's needle trap, that would explain the length and frequency of the scratches. But Gigi had set up far more needles than that, and the woman was barely scraped. "No! That trap wasn't meant for you, you ignorant woman! That trap was set for any criminals that dared to come to my hospital and you've ruined it." Gigi was pissed, to say the least. "Please tell me you didn't blunder into any of the others, you didn't try to use the elevator did you? No, you wouldn't be here if you had."
Gigi stood up and started pacing back and forth between the counter and the patients' beds. "Great, now I have to go pick up all those needles and re set the trap, although since you're not too hurt maybe I should try to improve it first. Also, I hope you have your shots 'cause all those needles were filthy and rusty so who knows what you've caught. Come here and let me take a blood sample." Giselle was upset but she stil had a job to do. This woman was a hero and she needed treatment or she would die and it would be Gigi's fault. Even though she had set the trap off herself.
Henry took the initiative on this, coming forward to the criminal who they had restrained on the seat of a grand piano. "Would you know where the armory or safe site is?" Henry questioned as if he were asking any old man on the street. The criminal's face broke out into a crooked grin at his seemingly naive way of asking this. "You ain't gonna last a day on these streets Ken, or your brothers," he sneered, "this city is filled with people who don't give a shit about life. All that matters here is the body count and you boys are lagging behind holding me here. There's a good 1,000 of us out there."
"Well we all have to start somewhere, so unless you want to be the first body on my tally how about you tell me what you know?"
"Eat shit!"
The criminal seemed to be banking on Henry and his brother's seemingly benign nature. Unexpectedly though Henry picked the man up by his shirt and moved him feet dragging over the ground to the side of the grand piano. He forcefully laid the man's head inside, releasing the prop that held the lid of the piano open and threateningly held it over the criminal whose face also hovered inches from the sharp piano cords. "Tell. Me. What. You. Know." He eased the top of the piano closer to the man's head with every syllable. "You don't have the balls kid!" The man grunted. Henry brought the lid back ready to forcefully bring it back down to squish his head. The criminal faltered, "I can tell you where the safe site is!!!"
Henry stopped the heavy lid from closing only centimeters from his head and pulled the criminal out from the piano. The man was paler than a ghost, as were the faces of his two younger brothers. Felix kept his manly composure but gazed at Henry with a questioning look. It wasn't so much the shock of seeing someone come so close to death as it was seeing Henry turn to something so threatening at the turn of a dime. "So tell us.." Henry prompted the criminal, ignoring the petrified faces of his family. Henry himself felt a cold sweat breakout on his forehead as the adrenaline left him.
After divulging the directions to the Safe Site Henry released the criminal and they were on their way. Dallas kept the guitar he had found as a bludgeoning object and they took a few extra instrument cords as make shift weapons like the criminal had. They walked back up the way they came. The criminal had said it was only two blocks and left. "We shoulda killed 'im." Dallas commented, scuffing the bottom of his shoe with a swipe at the ground."we look like a bunch of pansies now. I'm sure the other Heroes are way ahead of us."
“The criminals have to die, not us right?”
Edwards took the pistol from phantom and ejected the magazine. Into it he put the five rounds making sure they weren't damaged or otherwise ruined from his earlier escapes. One had a bit of blood on it, but rubbed clean easily enough. Loaded he returned the magazine into the pistol, but kept himself from cocking the upper action rearward. He didn't trust the safeties on pistols. During his time in the military he had two pistols discharge with the safety on when he ran to cover and wasn't particularly concerned with making sure they didn't hit against the ground. He was told it was a fault with the handgun, but trust isn't rebuilt so easily after a round in the leg.
Izzy burst into the room as Edwards finished loading the pistol and holstering it at his waist. She was scratched up and angry, but otherwise overreacting. The nurse had warned them of traps, hadn't she? Maybe it had been the berries though. Edwards couldn't remember what she said, his heart thumping against his chest had melded the whole experience of dragging Phantom to safety and being brought in to a fat blur. Given time he could remember, but more important matters had come up.
“You won't die from tetanus in a few hours, and none of it was more than a scratch.”
Edwards looked over the two ladies. One was the epitome of anger, red in face and ready to kill. The other one was ready and willing to help, though Edwards doubted it would be the right kind. She seemed a bit odd to have so many traps set already, though maybe surviving was her plan.
“And where are we going? The armories? Are we taking his broken ass? And what about her? She coming too?” Pointing to the cripple and his caretaker Edwards anticipated a resounding Hell no coming. Izzy didn't seem to care for anyone other than herself from all that Edwards could tell. He hadn't known her for long, but her actions spoke strongly enough of her character, and though he was certain she was a strong ally, her personality and ability to leave others behind meant she was unpredictable. Edwards didn't want himself sacrificed for her personal gain when the entire premise of this event was to kill the criminals. Heroes didn't need to die, or so was Edwards standing theory.
Edwards took the pistol from phantom and ejected the magazine. Into it he put the five rounds making sure they weren't damaged or otherwise ruined from his earlier escapes. One had a bit of blood on it, but rubbed clean easily enough. Loaded he returned the magazine into the pistol, but kept himself from cocking the upper action rearward. He didn't trust the safeties on pistols. During his time in the military he had two pistols discharge with the safety on when he ran to cover and wasn't particularly concerned with making sure they didn't hit against the ground. He was told it was a fault with the handgun, but trust isn't rebuilt so easily after a round in the leg.
Izzy burst into the room as Edwards finished loading the pistol and holstering it at his waist. She was scratched up and angry, but otherwise overreacting. The nurse had warned them of traps, hadn't she? Maybe it had been the berries though. Edwards couldn't remember what she said, his heart thumping against his chest had melded the whole experience of dragging Phantom to safety and being brought in to a fat blur. Given time he could remember, but more important matters had come up.
“You won't die from tetanus in a few hours, and none of it was more than a scratch.”
Edwards looked over the two ladies. One was the epitome of anger, red in face and ready to kill. The other one was ready and willing to help, though Edwards doubted it would be the right kind. She seemed a bit odd to have so many traps set already, though maybe surviving was her plan.
“And where are we going? The armories? Are we taking his broken ass? And what about her? She coming too?” Pointing to the cripple and his caretaker Edwards anticipated a resounding Hell no coming. Izzy didn't seem to care for anyone other than herself from all that Edwards could tell. He hadn't known her for long, but her actions spoke strongly enough of her character, and though he was certain she was a strong ally, her personality and ability to leave others behind meant she was unpredictable. Edwards didn't want himself sacrificed for her personal gain when the entire premise of this event was to kill the criminals. Heroes didn't need to die, or so was Edwards standing theory.
The burly man had been preparing an almighty charge but luckily, this criminal had lowered his makeshift gun and Jared had grunted and loosened up.
Hieronymus.
Hey-ro-nii-mey-us.
Hi-aaron-ee-muzz.
Hie-
Jared frowned.
Whatever.
“Coffee? Wassat gonna do mate? We gonna throw it at them? Or you got enough to drown them in?” he grunted gruffly. What an idiot. He decided that he already didn’t like the weirdo because of his carrot-top hair. But, hey, the more the merrier, right? The more the more chance of them getting killed and not you, right?
Jared felt nervous as he led the way out the back and onto the narrow pathways between the buildings and started in the general direction of the offices. He wasn’t a stranger to gunshots, but those which could be heard ringing through the city was enough to unsettle anyone.
Hieronymus.
Hey-ro-nii-mey-us.
Hi-aaron-ee-muzz.
Hie-
Jared frowned.
Whatever.
“Coffee? Wassat gonna do mate? We gonna throw it at them? Or you got enough to drown them in?” he grunted gruffly. What an idiot. He decided that he already didn’t like the weirdo because of his carrot-top hair. But, hey, the more the merrier, right? The more the more chance of them getting killed and not you, right?
Jared felt nervous as he led the way out the back and onto the narrow pathways between the buildings and started in the general direction of the offices. He wasn’t a stranger to gunshots, but those which could be heard ringing through the city was enough to unsettle anyone.
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Culprit City Owner: Lialore
This shoddy set for the show is constructed mainly of scavenged materials from cities which had already suffered the weather's wrath. Patchwork skyscrapers litter the horizon, whilst the smaller buildings lay in their shadows, dilapidated and mismatched.
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Re: Culprit City
For now this role play is going to be inactive due to both players and myself having other priorities, especially this coming month.
Keep an eye on your PMs in case I decide to launch the second episode!
This beginning stage was fun and it has been lovely to write with all of you.
Keep an eye on your PMs in case I decide to launch the second episode!
This beginning stage was fun and it has been lovely to write with all of you.
Re: Culprit City
Sorry, I've been extremely busy getting ready for College. I was hoping I would be able to post before I started to prepare, but I couldn't. I'll need some time, but I guarantee a post from me by Saturday, which is the latest.
Re: Culprit City
I'll wait for Cheshire Kitten to post before posting myself.
And don't worry, Leli, I don't mind the small post. Also, the stab wound was due to a makeshift knife, a pocket one, small enough to penetrate skin and cut deep enough to cause bleeding, but not nearly as long or large enough to rip through any internal organs or cause internal bleeding. But, the wound went on for too long, bleeding profusely without any attention so that's why he was weak.
And don't worry, Leli, I don't mind the small post. Also, the stab wound was due to a makeshift knife, a pocket one, small enough to penetrate skin and cut deep enough to cause bleeding, but not nearly as long or large enough to rip through any internal organs or cause internal bleeding. But, the wound went on for too long, bleeding profusely without any attention so that's why he was weak.
Re: Culprit City
Sorry for my pitifully small post. I didn't want to drag it out with any purple prose shit and I normally collab over skype so enjoy my 161 words.
Re: Culprit City
Glad to have you completely back, Phoenix!
Although I hope your sister made good recovery! ;D
Although I hope your sister made good recovery! ;D
Re: Culprit City
I'm back. My sister's out and everything is pretty much ok now. I'll get to work on a post
Re: Culprit City
It's cool, yo.
I know Phoenix is tied up so I'll give her some more time to post on the restaurant scene. If not by tomorrow, I'll trow up a post from Jared.
I know Phoenix is tied up so I'll give her some more time to post on the restaurant scene. If not by tomorrow, I'll trow up a post from Jared.
Re: Culprit City
By the way guys, Phantom wasn't shot twice in the chest and the bullet only grazed his head.
Re: Culprit City
I could also just give you my email if that works, Lialore. So that way you can PM me through there. I should get WiFi tomorrow though.
My email: rickypizzi02@gmail.com
Also, to everyone, I apologize if the quality of my posts have gone down. It's all attributed to the fact that I have been using my phone to post since last Friday. It should pick up when I get access to WiFi and get to use a computer again, which should all happen tomorrow!
My email: rickypizzi02@gmail.com
Also, to everyone, I apologize if the quality of my posts have gone down. It's all attributed to the fact that I have been using my phone to post since last Friday. It should pick up when I get access to WiFi and get to use a computer again, which should all happen tomorrow!
Re: Culprit City
Oh geez Phoenix, hope everything is okay...Sorry I was AWOL for a minute there myself guys, my computer was on the fritz and I spent a whole day on the phone with a tech just to get it back up again. I'll have a post up shortly.
Re: Culprit City
Quickly popping by to say sorry for not being around. My sister was taken into hospital so I've been round there quite a bit. Just to let you all know
Re: Culprit City
Yo, that's fine. Have a nice trip and when you get back, if you still want to join, feel free to drop in as I'm accepting characters for as long as this goes on and we can fill you in on what's happened.
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Re: Culprit City
I'm not sure if I'll be able to take part in this with my current internet problems and my Trip to Washington D.C coming up, but whatever happens, I hope that you guys have fun with this roleplay and may it last.