Coriandr
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| 16 Mar 2016 07:58 PM |
In the deep suburbs of New York, ridden with crime throughout and around, is an anonymous man who wears half a mask- some say he's just some urban myth people made to put their children at ease knowing that they're safe. But I know he isn't. I know him in person. A few years back, he saved my life from the mafia boss known as Vendetta, and I have been in his debt ever since. I help him where I can, hack and research, design and generally I'm just a huge part in his life of fighting crime. My name is Prince, and I help Trip Carter patrol the streets and wipe out whatever evil, conniving thugs and crime lords that we can. As I speak, he's out doing what he does right now, combatting with a street thug that shot a man in cold blood for a wallet with twenty-five dollars and a coffee card.
"Back in my day, we had tickets!" "Really? Cool, grandpa!" |
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| 16 Mar 2016 08:15 PM |
Trippy.
I am doing my daily patrol of the west side of deep NY. Leaping from building, to building, scaling walls, and watching the streets. I take anothet glance at the street when I see a man running on the sidewalk. He is clearly hostile, with a decently new revolver, and a visible knife in his pocket. I eye him closly. With a slight of hand, he pulls the gun straight and shoots. The gunshot echoes throughout the street. Immediately a man lays still covered in dark blood. Instantly I lead from the ledge and climb from window to window. Several feet from the cement, I drop. Cautiously I walk towards the criminal. "Well, oh well. Looki what we have here", I say. I walk closer to him with my hands behind my waist, as if i was at ease in the military. I had my right arm on my backpocket. Anticipating any sudden moves. |
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Coriandr
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| 16 Mar 2016 08:51 PM |
The man turns around and points his gun at him. "Back away slowly and you won't get hurt." He warns, hand shaking on the gun. He's obviously not very experienced.
"Back in my day, we had tickets!" "Really? Cool, grandpa!" |
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| 16 Mar 2016 09:04 PM |
Trip.
I collapse on the sidewalk. Half of it is to lure the crimal. Half is for a suffen headache. That was random I think. I drop my hands, "Please dont hurt me", I yelp. While hes distracted, i quickly yank my right pocketknife and throw it at his leg. He welps in pain. He points to shoot at me and i easily kick the gun out of his hands. "Alright, buddy who do you work for, blabla you know the routine", I say. |
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| 16 Mar 2016 09:08 PM |
| (Apologies for spelling mistakes, Im typing rather quickly on this makeshift phone) |
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Coriandr
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| 16 Mar 2016 10:08 PM |
(Try not to control anyone but your character, please. Just kinda ruins the aspect of ISRP, y'know, heh. I'll let this one go though.)
He screams in pain as the knife impacts, and falls to the ground. "W-what?" He asks, "I d-don't work for n-nobody, I swear!" He's shaking and stuttering, covering his leg where the knife is and blood is seeping out.
"Back in my day, we had tickets!" "Really? Cool, grandpa!" |
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| 16 Mar 2016 10:13 PM |
(Oh sorry, Ill be aware of that)(Also can Trippy kill?)
I nod my head. "They never are". Pulling the pocketknife out of his leg, i clean it with his shirt. "Got my crap all bloodied, thanks.", I mutter. "Now, should I kill you or let you frolick about." |
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Coriandr
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| 16 Mar 2016 10:15 PM |
(If you want him to. I control everything but your character, you can decide what choices he makes.)
"D-Don't hurt me! PLEASE!" He begged, shaking on the ground, hands covering his face in horror.
"Back in my day, we had tickets!" "Really? Cool, grandpa!" |
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| 16 Mar 2016 10:17 PM |
I look at the criminals eyes. I can sense his fear. His worries. It makes me sick. "I kneel beside the criminal. "Now tell me", I ask, "what were your intentions of killing this man". I point my blade at the dead man now starting to smell. |
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| 16 Mar 2016 10:21 PM |
He removed his arms from around his face and pulled himself away a few inches, still lying on his back, "I-I-I..." He stuttered, unsure what to answer. "I don't know! I just wanted his money and he couldn't just give it to me! It was so simple and he wouldn't!" He started to tear up, though more out of fear for his life than for his deed.
"Back in my day, we had tickets!" "Really? Cool, grandpa!" |
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| 16 Mar 2016 10:29 PM |
| With a huge sigh, I get up. I clean the remaining blood components on the blade, and say my last words. "Pew pew". In one motion, I grab my glock, aim at his head, and fire. The echo was deeper than the first, and made my hand shiver. My lovely glock. I walked over to the dead man and carried him off the street. Carefully I placed him in a dumpster. "Ah the smell of dead people", I mutter. I turn to the criminal. I tear of a piece of his shirt, and grab a pen from my pants. "Pen? How the hell". Anyways I write 3 simple words on the shirt. I place it on the scum bag, and climb up thr building. Once Im up, I head east to HQ. Aka as my living quarters. |
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| 16 Mar 2016 11:37 PM |
He arrived at the rundown apartment we call home, the entrance a rusty fire escape and a window that scrapes when you open it and drops in a second with a 'bang!' after you let go. Meanwhile I was on the computer, working on an indie game to bring in the cash to make end's meet.
"Back in my day, we had tickets!" "Really? Cool, grandpa!" |
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| 17 Mar 2016 08:54 AM |
| Several seconds later Im at the entrance to HQ. The complex wasnt all too bad, no one knew we were here, and it was great for secrecy. I easily slide through the entrance, and landed In the living room. There was a decent couch splatted to the right of the enterance. A modified radio, that intercepts messages meant for the police. There iss a coffe table layed with plans and exclusive magazines for my awesome self. Daxter the guard dog/golden retriever stood alert. I patted his head and walked toward the kitchen taking off my mask and bandanna. I also took out all 3 of my weapons to examine. Something tells me Vendetta is getting stronger. The crime has been growing. Simply the pocketknives and glock wont cut. "Prince", I yelled, "get your ass in the kitchen". |
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| 17 Mar 2016 04:13 PM |
(Oh yeah, sorry, meant to reply earlier but forgot. q.q)
There was a series of bangs and sounds of things falling, as well as chair wheels squeaking and footsteps, then through the kitchen door came Prince stumbling in trying to stop his dash. "W-What?! Did something happen?"
True Fact: Humans are 50% bannana and 50% chair |
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| 17 Mar 2016 04:26 PM |
| I took a second from looking at the glock to look at Prince. "Na, just wiping crime of the streets", I continue,"oh yeah and I killed a thug. Anyway, for the reason I called you. I need some more firepower". I stared at the pocket knives. I grab one out and sheath it is front of Prince. "They've been getting duller, and quit frankly knives can't do much. I'll keep Ole glock, she's as fine as ever, but I need some better pointy sh*t". I put the knife back on the counter and wait for his response. |
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| 17 Mar 2016 04:32 PM |
| (sorry for slighty late posts, should be posting rather quickly now) |
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| 17 Mar 2016 04:38 PM |
Prince looked annoyed, expecting something urgent from the yell. "Yeah, yeah, I'll hook you up with something..."
Suddenly, the police scanner started buzzing and a voice was heard through. "Code 10-52, I repeat code 10-52 heading West with approximately fifteen code 10-13 request backup immediately."
(In other words, "Roving band heading West with approximately fifteen people, request backup")
True Fact: Humans are 50% bannana and 50% chair |
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| 17 Mar 2016 04:45 PM |
The noise cut off the conversation. Wasn't I just there, I think. "Damnnit", I say. "Looks like I'm using you two again", I mutter to the knives. I stick them in my back pocket along with the glock. "Brb", I yell to Prince. Before I go I say one last thing. "Make the knives eXtra pointy!"
I leap from the window, and land on the street. I then sprint two blocks and jump towards a low balcony. Hurriedly, I climb the balcony to the next one, and so on. Several seconds later on onto the roof. I continue my way to where the radio directed me. |
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| 17 Mar 2016 07:59 PM |
(Sorry, got a lot of RP's and stuff right now so its hard to keep up with them all.)
The directions led you to the sound of police sirens and gunshots- there must be a firefight going on.
True Fact: Humans are 50% bannana and 50% chair |
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| 17 Mar 2016 08:10 PM |
(Oh alright, sorry for the nuisance, I'll try to make my posts as fast as possible)
The bullets flew from the criminals to the cops. The cops seemed to be overwhelmed by the wave of metal. Luckily I was there to help. I ran forward to the next building. I then perched myself over the ledge. With arms wide, I div forward and curl my body. My knees take most of the 15 feet drop, and I quickly move towards the police. I roll to the cop car, and fire a shot from my glock. It hits one criminal in the stomach, and he is no where to be seen. I bend down and call for the cops. "Hey big boy", I yell at the leading officer, "Im not the enemy here. I need to know where these scams came from. " |
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