Mad World

[Peregrine]

"Well this was sure a waste of a night," Ryan thinks as he walks out the door. "3 hours and not one contract!" And the fact that the first glow of sunrise is already visible does little to improve his mood. Outside, he pauses to recall the way home, thought coming slowly through the lingering effects of the alcohol. "That's right," he says to himself, "down that alley, then 3 blocks north." With one last curse for his lack of luck, he starts down the alley.

 

Halfway through, a group of apparent gang members catch his attention. Though the dim light makes identification hard at best, one of them seems oddly familiar. With a flash of excitement and thanks to fate, he finally recognizes the man. "Ah, you again...." he thinks aloud. "Thought you could dodge a death mark?" To his suprise, the target's attention is on yet another man, and he seems completely unaware of Ryan's presence. The flick of a safety, and scrape of metal on metal as he extends his mp-5's stock are lost in the man's shout of anger. All trace of drunkeness is gone as he takes careful aim on the man's head, not wanting to waste what is seeming more and more like a gift from god every second. As the stranger and Ryan's target exchange fire, he pauses just a few seconds longer. Three inches, one, just a little more...... and the target's head slips into alignment with his sights.

 

The three shot burst hits precisely on target, dropping the leader to the ground. Instantly, two of the others turn to face this new threat, while the last survivor empties his clip uselessly at the fleeing target. Ignoring him for the moment, Ryan fires a second burst, and another man falls, dead or dying. Seeing the remaining two bringing their guns around to kill him, Ryan empties the rest of his clip, spraying the entire area with bullets. The two dive for cover, escaping death by inches as bullets tear into the stacked garbage, a few even making it out of the alley to hit the now departing Jeep. With no time to feel sorry for the stranger, he ducks into a nearby doorway. He digs a fresh clip out of his pocket, then slips it into the gun. With a slap of the bolt handle, he sprints out again, hoping to take the survivors by suprise. Annoyingly, he is just a bit too late, and all he sees of the last two is their fleeing backs, too far away for a good shot. "Oh well, job's done and I get paid just as well," he thinks as he slips the gun back under his jacket. Now in a considerably better mood, he walks off towards his appartment, singing quietly, though a bit poorly. "Dirty deeds done dirt cheap......Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap........"

[HeLLL]

Gomer wakes from his little nap and turns the TV off. He gets up grabs the keys for the van and his sawn off shotgun. Or Boomstick as he likes to call her. He jumps into his van and drives back into the city on route to the Dead End Bar.

 

Gomer is driving down the road and sees a person walking on the footpath singing some strange tune..."Dirty deeds done dirt cheap......Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap........"

 

Gomer thinks to himself "Mmm maybe this is the person Im looking for." He slows down and pulls over to the person. "Hey want a job?"

[ThetaOrionis01]

"Blackmail?" Charlotte grinned. "Not likely. Just... some of my poetry is pretty...well...personal. If you even want to glorify my scribbling with the name 'poetry'."

 

She shrugged. "I'll ask, next time I'm at the Dead End. Most of the staff there know me - I'm there at least two or three times a week. Whenever there's a chance of catching some good live music, really. But now I could really use that coffee."

 

The city was starting to come back to life. More traffic. Buses beginning to fill up with passengers. Garbagetrucks starting to collect the night's remains. More emergency sirens in the distance - sounded like some of them were heading towards the hospital - or the morgue perhaps.

 

But few people were out walking yet, and it was good to be able to set a decent pace, without having to swerve and sidestep, without people running into you and bulldozing you out of their way in their haste, or stopping dead in front of you. She liked walking best when it was quiet like this. No one there to laugh at you either when you took it into your head suddenly to skip for a few steps, or move to the beat of a song you couldn't get out of your head.

[Prowler03]

"What are you doing here?"

 

Giuseppi Sarconni's men surrounded Lucas. All had guns grasped in their hands. Lucas new that his gun was in his inside jacket pocket, but he wouldn't be able to grab it fast enough.

 

"You betrayed us Lucas," said one man, a tall dark man with a moustache, "you are not meant to take out members of your own gang, it's not good for business you know?"

 

I have to think quickly, these guys are pros. If I can just get my gun...

 

"I was being blackmailed Juliano, you know I was! Mikhail had men watching me day in day out!" There was definate sound of intensity growing in Lucas' voice.

 

"I DON'T GIVE A CRAP LUCAS! You killed a good friend of mine..."

 

I am totally screwed...

 

"But, we are honourable Lucas... you know we are."

 

What the hell?

 

"Yes of course Juliano..."

 

"So," Juliano continued, "we will kill you with one shot, we will not let you suffer..."

 

Oh thanks a bunch Juliano you male without a father

 

It was then that Lucas remembered what he had in his bathroom... he always kept a hand held grenade launcher... for those special moments.

 

"Ok wait..." he said, he was to put his plan into action, "I know it sounds stupid, but before I die... can I just go for a pee?"

 

Juliano laughed, but agreed.

 

"Seeing as there are no windows Lucas, I don't see why not. Do not be long!"

 

Oh my god, the stupid freak!

 

Lucas shut the door, and quietly bolted it. He quickly searched his cabinet, he found it. He had to do this quickly, it was his only chance...

 

He unbolted the door... and from there it was like a slow motion scene from a movie. He raised the gun anf fired, shutting his metal bathroom door quickly after him. There was a huge explosion, and he heard the guys screaming, well, one of them died instantly.

 

Opening the door he saw they were gone... he headed for the door.

 

Don't be stupid! There are more of them waiting for me!

 

He opened the window, he was 3 floors up... but he had to do it. He jumped, landing in a garbage truck, so it was quite soft.

 

Taking himself off of the truck he started walking pacily towards anywhere, anywhere away from Italian territory. Turning a corner, he heard the screams of the other Italians, calling his name...

 

Oh piss off you bastards!

 

He broke into a run... he could see a cafe ahead of him, so he sprinted towards it... as he crossed the road he failed to see the woman walking along the pavement... and smack! He knocked her to the ground. At first, he didn' know what had happened, but he then saw the girl on the ground... she was amazingly pretty, and he offered her his hand...

 

"Sorry ma'am, I was in a rush!"

[ArtKing1239]

Zac and Charlotte were right in front of the cafe, minding their own business, when some guy ran out of nowhere into Charlotte, knocking her over. He also managed to cause Zac to drop his cigarette case, in the confusion.

 

Zac stooped forward, and helped Charlotte to her feet. He then proceeded to check his smoke case for dings and such. There was nothing major.

 

"Hey, you jerk! Watch where you're going!" Zac said. He gave the guy the finger as the man ran away, and turned to Charlotte.

 

"What an ass. I hope he trips and breaks his jaw. It's not like you haven't been knocked around enough already."

 

Zac entered the coffee shop.

[Peregrine]

As the van slowed down and pulled over, Ryan's first instinct was to go for his gun. But that thought quickly passed when the man spoke, any assassin incompetent enough to anounce his presence like this was nobody to worry about. "But do I trust him?" was his next thought. He studied the man's appearance and van for a moment. "Hardly looks like the kind to afford my work...." But, he did need the money. That job back there had been more professional pride than any real chance of getting as much as he needed. Just a minor target who'd left the country to evade him, to the great disappointment of his employer. One of his closer brushes with death. All this flashed through Ryan's mind in a few seconds. When he looked up again, the stranger was impatiently awaiting an answer. Ryan took a final look around to make sure there weren't any witnesses, then replied "Alright, I'll listen to your offer at least."

[ThetaOrionis01]

Charlotte couldn't help it. She laughed as she got up again.

 

"Not my night, is it? Just watch out for any passing meteorites...one of them is bound to have my name on it, tonight!"

 

She brushed her hands against the skirt, grimaced. "I'd better go clean up a bit. And I think I might need a double vodka after all this."

 

Entering the cafe, Charlotte headed straight for the Ladies' room. The harsh neonlight was particularly unforgiving after that kind of night. She picked out the marginally cleaner of the two hand washbasins, was surprised to find some paper towels still in their holder. She looked at herself in the cracked mirror.

 

Charlotte, you're a mess. You're lucky they even let you in here.

 

Her face was streaked with dried blood - obviously her gloves hadn't been very effective at stemming her nosebleed. A large bruise had begun to form on her cheekbone. She'd have to disguise it with makeup before going to work.... As for that, the tears caused by that blow to her face had caused her makeup to run.

No such thing as waterproof mascara she grinned to herself. Black streaks, red streaks...no wonder that nurse had backed off so quickly.

 

She let the tap run for a bit, wanted to get the water really cold. She dabbed at her face with the wet paper towels, winced when she touched the bruise. Still, after a few minutes she was halfway presentable again.

 

She washed her hands, let the water run across her wrists. Maybe she should have kept the dried blood and dirt on them as camouflage...Too late now.

 

 

With a sigh, she pushed open the door, hoping the coffee would be better than on the last occasion she'd been here.

[OddGuy]

Daniel, a few hours later, pulls slowly back up to his apartment. As he passes the alley, he looks out his window, and seeing that all the thugs are gone, he parks the car, gets out, and heads up to his apartment.

 

Before he enters his own place, he knocks on his neighbor Jeff's door, just to make sure he hasn't come home yet. "It's Daniel!" He waits for a minute, and hopes Jeff didn't come home, see his car missing, and go to the cops.

 

Oh well, nothing I can do....

 

Daniel heads into his apartment and makes a few calls, hoping to get a job before the day is done. After a half hour or so, he gets a hold of an old friend, who, luckily, has a job. He wants a gang leader in the South part of town killed, and Daniel takes the job.

 

OOC: I'll edit this and post more in it later, but i have to go at the moment.......

[HeLLL]

Gomer noticed the man checking him out. a smile crept across his face. It looked as though this guy was a pro. "I need to have some targets elimnated. Certain objects destroyed and the heads of my enemys. Normally I would so this myself. But I need someone else to help me. Im offering you 50/50 in this deal. My enemys death is more important than money. If you are wondering we are looking into 6 digit figures." Gomer hoped that this man would be the one. That other commy male without a father was no use. He would have to be the first to be "roughed" up. "I have a list of targets that you and I will "visit" and teach lessions to them. If your interested get in the van. The other doors locked. Oh and put the saftey on your gun." Gomer reached over and unlocked the door.

[wesaynothin]

Mike fou dthe colt he kept in his cabinet. he slipped it in his mouth and pulled the trigger.

 

 

 

OOC:Graceful way to leave, huh?