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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on Apr 5, 2015 20:15:53 GMT -5
Date: 06/04/15 To whom it may concern.
Are you a young droog tired of his summer job at McDonald's? Are you a reckless lug looking for cash? Me and my associates are looking for some canon fodd- I mean fine crooks who can get a job done, no questions asked.
We take mooks and crooks from every nook of the city. Big, small, lady, gent. There's no one don't accept. Except maybe those goddamned Mexicans. Kidding, of course. But if you come in a sombrero, ha ha... I'll shoot ya! So come one and come all, for the once in a life time opportunity of meeting the best mobsters in the city.
Don't worry if you're no pro. Leave that white collared stuff to us. Maybe someday kiddo. But for now you'll be dealing with the easy stuff. Bring you're own weapons and take care. Copy and fill in the form below and bring it to the man in the grey hat. He'll be waiting in the casino in Lost Saint Blvd. Ask for Dodger.
Name: Gender: Race/ethnicity: Alias(if any): Profession(if any, I mean c'mon): Weapon: General appearance(that includes any and all clothing):
Delete this message and dispose of your computer.
Your new friend, Murdoch Scarlet
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Post by Raptor on Apr 6, 2015 14:53:07 GMT -5
Name: Dion Jackson Gender: Male Race/ethnicity: Scottish Alias: Tracker Profession: None (Unless you count mercenary work) Weapon: Sniper rifle (if the job calls for it, it's what I'm best with), .45 pistol, combat knife General appearance: Pale skin, black short hair & sideburns, hazel eyes, dark brown trenchcoat and painted hockey mask (only when on the job)
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Post by Kneeskeysllama on Apr 22, 2015 22:04:15 GMT -5
Name: Amelia Allens Gravatt Gender: Female Race/ethnicity: 1/2 French, 1/2 German descent Alias(if any): Fleur Profession(if any, I mean c'mon): Professional Chef (mornings), Prostitute (nights) Weapon: Anything that can she can smuggle under clothing or in her bra. General appearance(that includes any and all clothing): Shoulder length dark brown hair (almost black) with bangs that reach a little below her eyebrows, Honey/Amber colored eyes, pale skin, quite voluptuous, beauty marks near her left eye and the lower left corner of her lip. She wears a chef's uniform and jacket above a black skintight bodysuit when she's a Chef, when she's not, shes just wearing the bodysuit.
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 7, 2015 11:30:31 GMT -5
I think everyone else is either uninterested or inactive. But if you two are still down for clown... Now the last thread I was the GM for was a terribly uneventful and slow disaster, but I'm confident that I've planned a more active and interesting(?) world and events. [/quote][/quote]
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Post by Raptor on May 7, 2015 17:29:27 GMT -5
I think everyone else is either uninterested or inactive. But if you two are still down for clown... Now the last thread I was the GM for was a terribly uneventful and slow disaster, but I'm confident that I've planned a more active and interesting(?) world and events. Sounds good!
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 8, 2015 14:40:25 GMT -5
I think everyone else is either uninterested or inactive. But if you two are still down for clown... Now the last thread I was the GM for was a terribly uneventful and slow disaster, but I'm confident that I've planned a more active and interesting(?) world and events. Sounds good! I'll just wait for llama to decide then.
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Post by Kneeskeysllama on May 8, 2015 15:13:19 GMT -5
im game :3
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 8, 2015 16:38:39 GMT -5
Ok, well in that case, all things considered, we shouldn't waste time. First an event, then both players can react to the event, no matter how big or small. This will repeat. Feel free to remain quiet when one player is interacting with a character. I guess I should just start up the intro and wait. Feel free to object to these rules. The spring sun shines through the dirty streets. Few people can be seen walking on the footpaths and those who can aren't around long. Distant sirens and the skidding of cars can be heard, if just barely. You think you hear a gunshot but it could just be an engine backfiring somewhere. A lukewarm breeze hits you and carries with it litter from the ground. You briefly spot a newspaper with the headlines, ''Crime Rates At An All Time High?'' You want to say this city used to decent, but at the same time, you make a living off this kind of stuff and god knows if you're even familiar with this city. A worn sign scattered with bullet holes reads the better half of, ''Lost Saints Blvd.'' Just a bit on is a daunting casino. No doubt, this is the place. Arriving at the building you see the joint is called ''Miss Fortune's.'' How twee. Just at the front door is a thin man. He has a ratty looking face and a pale complexion. He has a grey pinstripe suit complete with a fedora of the same design. He looks like a proper mobster right down to the monochrome colouring. No doubt about it, this guy looks like a total tool. What do you do?
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Post by Raptor on May 8, 2015 18:01:44 GMT -5
Tracker slowly scans the street with practiced eyes, then glances down at his briefcase holding his disassembled rifle. Bring your own weapons, they said. No idea if I'll be jumping right into a job. He straightens his trenchcoat and walks over to the casino, not paying much attention to the man in the ridiculous outfit.
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Post by Kneeskeysllama on May 9, 2015 1:01:24 GMT -5
Oh hey...my first target.. Amelia unzips her bodysuit so her cleavage shows and walks over in a seductive way "Hello good lookin, what's a cutie like you doing here?"
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 9, 2015 6:22:53 GMT -5
The man glances briefly at the scotsman, before turning his attention to the scantily clad woman, grinning. ''Hey, doll,'' He emits with a somewhat forced and nasally New York accent. ''Believe it or not I was just waitin' for you to come along,'' He looks over at Dion. ''You too I guess.''
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Post by Raptor on May 9, 2015 10:17:44 GMT -5
Tracker stops and looks at him. "Pardon?"
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 9, 2015 11:13:16 GMT -5
Tracker stops and looks at him. "Pardon?" "That's right braveheart," He stops grinning. "The boss told me to look out for anyone who stood out." The man looks up and down the empty streets. He glances upwards towards the various buildings. By following his glare you see many broken windows. The walls of the skyscrapers are hard featured and many have boarded up doors. The only sign of life seems to be coming from the tacky music and the sound of a crowd talking coming from the casino. "Alright, the names Dodger," He extends one arm forward. "I'll need your applications."
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Post by Raptor on May 9, 2015 11:55:49 GMT -5
Tracker glances at Amelia for a moment, then reaches into his jacket, slowly pulling out the envelope and handing it over to Dodger.
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 9, 2015 13:47:08 GMT -5
Tracker glances at Amelia for a moment, then reaches into his jacket, slowly pulling out the envelope and handing it over to Dodger. He opens up the envelope and begins reading. He looks at Tracker with the application still in his hand. "Yup, looks good Jackson," He stuffs it into his suit jacket. "You too doll."
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Post by Raptor on May 9, 2015 15:44:30 GMT -5
Tracker stares at him. "If you say my name again, I'll shoot you. Call me Tracker. It's on the bloody paper for a reason."
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Post by Kneeskeysllama on May 9, 2015 17:53:45 GMT -5
Amelia reaches into her cleavage, pulls out a folded piece of paper, unfolds it, then places it into Dodger's hand making sure her fingers touch his. She gives a wink then steps back. She takes a good look at Tracker and grins. "You seem tense..." She steps closer to Tracker. "I can teach you how to relax if you want..."
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 9, 2015 18:28:58 GMT -5
Dodger blinks at the note for a while, looking somewhere between uncomfortable and really happy. He barley even hears Tracker's complaint. "Oh, uh... Ahem, come with me the two of you." And he walks into the casino, the doors of which block all viewing of the inside.
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Post by Raptor on May 9, 2015 18:32:18 GMT -5
Tracker looks back at Amelia as he follows. "Look lass, we all know why you're here. You can drop the act."
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Post by Kneeskeysllama on May 9, 2015 18:49:39 GMT -5
"I have no idea what you're talking about.." Amelia puts on a cute innocent face. "I just want to have some fun"
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 9, 2015 18:59:57 GMT -5
Inside the casino is just a lobby with an empty desk in the middle and two elevators on either side, the left of which is covered in caution tape. Music and voices can be heard upstairs, a lot of voices. Dodger can be seen waiting on the elevator on the right hand side of the room. Suddenly it emits a ding and the doors slide open. He walks into the elevator and extends his foot forward, keeping the doors open.
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Post by Raptor on May 9, 2015 19:41:30 GMT -5
Tracker rolls his eyes at her and walks into the elevator.
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Post by Kneeskeysllama on May 9, 2015 20:25:58 GMT -5
"Thank you" Amelia smiles and walks over next to Dodger, she scooches close to him so her hip is touching his body. "Are we going to have fun yet..?"
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 9, 2015 20:44:01 GMT -5
Dodger spasms awkwardly. "Oh, well... Soon, but that reminds me, I'm gonna need your weapons if you wanna be anywhere near Murr."
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Post by Kneeskeysllama on May 9, 2015 21:03:18 GMT -5
Amelia sighs and unzips her bodysuit so the tops of her breasts shows. She reaches between her breasts and pulls out a switchblade, a swiss army knife, a lighter, and some brass knuckles. "Hrm..I think this is it"
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