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booored
Jun 16, 2017 0:57:12 GMT -5
Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 16, 2017 0:57:12 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - I guess I'll do some plots? Open to suggestions.
No highschool or college. LGBT+ welcome! - }}
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booored
Jun 16, 2017 7:37:35 GMT -5
Post by Dieselpunk on Jun 16, 2017 7:37:35 GMT -5
(What kind of plots are you looking for/like to do?)
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booored
Jun 16, 2017 7:51:22 GMT -5
Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 16, 2017 7:51:22 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - I honestly don't know, but I am going afk now so if you still want we can continue later. - }}
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booored
Jun 16, 2017 7:55:05 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by Dieselpunk on Jun 16, 2017 7:55:05 GMT -5
(Not a problem, I'll probably be out most of the day so I'd be fine with coming back later.)
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booored
Jun 16, 2017 19:26:01 GMT -5
Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 16, 2017 19:26:01 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - hello you here? - }}
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booored
Jun 16, 2017 21:46:29 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by Dieselpunk on Jun 16, 2017 21:46:29 GMT -5
(Sorry about that! The event went a bit later than I intended. I'll be fully active tomorrow, probably around 3 EST. In the meantime, want to just throw around some plots? I'm good with pretty much anything, though I'm not real big on romance-centric. So genre wise, any thoughts?)
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booored
Jun 16, 2017 23:24:20 GMT -5
Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 16, 2017 23:24:20 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - hmm i have a few male characters who i've been wanting to break out of the roleplay box again...
gang style? - }}
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Post by Dieselpunk on Jun 17, 2017 5:56:18 GMT -5
(I'd be up for that! I do have some gang-type characters I've never used in rping before)
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 17, 2017 5:58:30 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - okay cool!
The character I'll probably use is non-romancable anywayso that fits with what you like, right?
I'd rather we avoid rival gangs ... maybe it could be a broken gang? Something happened that made is so that almost everyone was arrested and there's not real gang left? - }}
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Post by Dieselpunk on Jun 17, 2017 14:11:19 GMT -5
(Ooo, I really like that! Let's do it! Do you want to do character descriptions and everything or just do starters and continue from there, getting details as we go along {I'm perfectly fine with either, though the latter does tend to make things interesting})
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booored
Jun 17, 2017 18:10:31 GMT -5
Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 17, 2017 18:10:31 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - just starters is good with me. I can start when I get home which'll be about two hours or you can start and I'll respond within that time. - }}
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Post by Dieselpunk on Jun 17, 2017 19:19:40 GMT -5
(I'm going to let you start, if you don't mind.)
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booored
Jun 17, 2017 20:57:29 GMT -5
Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 17, 2017 20:57:29 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - I don't mind at all! Gimme a few moments - }}
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booored
Jun 17, 2017 21:10:38 GMT -5
Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 17, 2017 21:10:38 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - - }}
ROLEPLAY- Riley was in one of their less known hideouts. He was nursing a glass of whiskey. He had a line of stitches along his chest and his hands were a little shaky. Someone within his ranks had given away everything to the FBI and of course everything he owned had been raided. He sighed, rubbing his forehead and finishing off the last of the whiskey as he stood to pace in the living room.
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Post by Dieselpunk on Jun 17, 2017 22:32:36 GMT -5
Jenny worked the small liquor store on 5th and Main, the type that was so numerous in towns of both the rural and urban persuasion. It had a name, something along the lines of 'George's' or 'Larry's' or any number of common male's names, easily forgettable when plastered in fading letters next to much larger signs hawking 'Fresh Pizza' or 'Cold beer', which everyone cared about way more. Small, forgettable, common, just the way she liked it, for her own name was covered in much more blood than any reasonable employer would like and much less forgettable by those who cared, which the shop's owner did not. All he had wanted was cheap labor and therefore made no effort to look into the fake name she'd given him, better for her as she hadn't had time to produce any sort of legal ID.
It was from that shop she left, long past the time it was supposed to close. She never shooed out the late night drunkards and party goers, not wanting to start a brawl and draw the attention of law enforcement. So close to the raid, she would be recognized for sure. So she stayed out of trouble, even if it meant working dreadfully late.
In the dull heat of the night, she sat in the rusted out truck she'd spent the last of her cash on and chewed on the end of a cigarette, though never made any move to light it. Resting her arm on the open window, she allowed herself to reflect on the life she'd lead before the raid, an activity she indulged in after every shift. And it was after every shift she considered going back to the old hideouts, seeing if anyone had made it out, risking the new life she'd just started for a bit of closure. And it was after that thought crossed her mind that she would drive out to an abandoned lot and sleep in her car until the next shift started, never following through.
Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was the time, maybe it was just because she couldn't stand waiting any longer, but that evening she drove past one of the hideouts. It was far from one of their most popular ones, so she expected it to be empty. In fact, she hoped it would be empty, that she could see there was no one left but her and she could continue with her life.
It was when she saw the light in the living room that she realized her hopes were far more empty than the hideout was and she stopped outside, fearing what she might find if she made her presence any more known but unable to drive away.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 17, 2017 22:40:19 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - - }}
ROLEPLAY- RIley heard the crunch of the gravel and saw the car's headlights. He didn't have time to turn off the lights as he took his gun from his holster and leant against the door. He didn't want to be killing anyone - especially police officers of civilians - but if it was anyone that would cause his harm - for example, the rat - he would shoot them in the head without hesitating. He paused and waited for whoever it was to come inside.
He knew the workings of his gang. Not everyone knew him, but he did know everyone, even if he didn't know their names. He chewed on his lip as he contemplated what the hell he was supposed to do now. He pressed himself up against the wall, sliding the safety of his gun off with his thumb and waited. -
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Post by Dieselpunk on Jun 18, 2017 7:24:58 GMT -5
Jenny had never been real close with anyone in the gang, definitely not to the point of being able to call someone a friend. Sure, she talked to the people there, but it had always been cold and formal, job-like, for that was what she saw being in the gang as; a job. One she’d been in since she was young and could never bring herself to quit, mostly because quitting had dire consequences. This lack of attachment should have made it easy for her to drive away, after all, there was no guarantee it was actually one of the gang members that was in there. It could just have easily been a junkie or homeless person looking for an empty house to sleep in. Yet she still felt the strong tug of obligation, she needed to see who it was, for she still felt she owed the gang some part of her life though it no longer truly existed.
Never taking her eyes off the house, she pulled a long knife from where it was holstered against her thigh. Though she used to have a gun, she had long since sold it off to buy the truck and had to settle for the knife as a protection. Opening the car door slowly and as silently as she could, she crept towards the house, keeping low to avoid being seen. With her dark clothing and the cautious, quick way she walked, she didn’t look all too different from those who had raided the gang, which would serve her well if it wasn’t a gang member inside but go against her if it was. She was left to hope no one would notice her.
Holding her knife close with one hand, she pressed her back against the doorframe and slowly turned the knob.
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booored
Jun 18, 2017 18:30:33 GMT -5
Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 18, 2017 18:30:33 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - hi sorry i just woke up
i'm in a lot of pain right now but i'll reply soon - }}
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 18, 2017 18:44:26 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - I don't know if I made it obvious but Riley is/was the boss of the gang
also sorry for short post ;;; - }}
ROLEPLAY- Riley sucked in a breath as the door was opened and he stepped around the door, aiming his weapon at the intruder. There was a tense beat of silence before Riley sighed, lowered and sowed his weapon and stepped aside. "Hello Jenny." He said softly, "good to see you..." He trailed off a little, but his eyes remained narrowed, flicking up and down her form - taking her in, making sure she wasn't going to attack him. -
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booored
Jun 18, 2017 21:24:56 GMT -5
Post by Dieselpunk on Jun 18, 2017 21:24:56 GMT -5
(No problem, I was at work most of the day. What's wrong, if you don't mind me asking?)
Pushing the door open forcefully, Jenny spun quickly into the now open doorway, knife in front of her and poised for striking, and found herself facing the muzzle of a gun. For a brief moment she felt the weight of panic settle in her gut, though she didn't allow it to break her posture, then noticed who was on the other side of the gun and quickly lowered the knife to her side, standing straight as if at attention, which wasn't too far from the truth. After all, she was face to face with the boss... Riley, she thought his name was, though wasn't quite sure. She'd only seen him a couple of times, enough to recognize him, not enough to leave any sort of lasting impression other than the respect one would usually show their boss. It was to no small amount of relief to her that he lowered his gun, for she wasn't fully sure if he would. It must have been hard to trust even fellow gang members after the rat.
"Boss." She addressed him, both out of respect and an uncertainty of whether or not she really knew his name. Choosing to refrain from initiating small talk, she didn't respond to his greeting, instead casting a quick gaze around the seemingly empty room. "Are you the only one?"
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booored
Jun 18, 2017 22:32:36 GMT -5
Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 18, 2017 22:32:36 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - I have a bad back. It was really playing up on me. I couldn't bend over or anything x3 I took some painkillers and I'm okay now. - }}
ROLEPLAY- Riley nodded to her once, "Riley. I'm not your boss anymore." He corrected, although there was nothing in his tone that gave way to how he felt about that. He followed her gaze. "I'm the only one here," he answered her, "I think there's a few people still alive and free." He stepped over to the couch and sat down heavily. "Would you like some whiskey?" He asked, pouring himself some. -
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Post by Dieselpunk on Jun 18, 2017 23:33:15 GMT -5
(Ah, I'm sorry to hear that... Glad that you're feeling better though!)
Jenny nodded in understanding, though knew it would be a while before she thought of him as anything but the gang boss, though calling him by his real name wouldn't be too big of an adjustment, having rarely spoken of him by any name. This, along with the news that he was alone, brought on mixed feelings of relief and disappointment. Though other's might be free, it didn't change the fact that the gang was shattered, maybe for good. It was an easy out of a life of crime, but as that was the life she'd known for so long, she knew she would miss it if only a little. Despite his invitation for a drink, she remained in the doorway. "No thank you, I should be going." She answered, though made no move to leave. It didn't feel right, walking away so quickly. After a few moments of her own silence, she asked, "What are you going to do now? Try to find the others? Make a new life for yourself?" Though she hoped for the latter, as it would bring her some ease in knowing she wasn't alone in changing her path, she doubted it would be what she would hear.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 18, 2017 23:48:15 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - - }}
ROLEPLAY- "You can come in, you know." He eyd her over the glass he was drinking from, ignoring what she currently had to say. "If you're anything like the rest of the gang then you'll have no where to stay where the cops won't find you. Not everyone in the gang is as tough skinned as you'd probably believe. Sooner or later the ones who were arrested will talk and we'll all be screwed over. He took a sip and sat back in the chair, wincing slightly as the movement pulled on his stitches.
He was quiet for a few moments, examinng the empty glass in his hand like it was some kind of newly discovered creature. "I suppose I'll try and find the surviving free members. Possibly get back together. See what we can scratch up. But for now, I'm going to make sure I can't be followed and I'm going to go home to ny family." It wasn't common knowledge that Riley was married, very few people knew that he was and he trusted those that did with his - and their life.
He assimed it would be okay to tell Jenny while she was here - had she been the rat, then she wouldn't be running for her life - from the police anyway. Riley's fist clentched on his fist on his knee. He wasn't a violent person, despite his profession and he didn't like to get his hands dirty ... but when he found out who the rat was he would off him himself. -
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Post by Dieselpunk on Jun 19, 2017 21:26:58 GMT -5
Jenny nodded slightly and walked towards him, pausing a few feet in front of the chair and staying there. She couldn't help but feel a slight pang of frustration at his assumption that she was unable to properly hide from the cops and wanted to give a retort along the lines of 'I already have a safe job and a place to sleep', but kept it to herself, especially at the mention of possibly getting the gang back together. She still wasn't sure if she wanted anything to do with it and if she decided she didn't, she didn't want Riley figuring out where she worked and trying to get her to join again. Nor did she want any unpleasant assumptions to be made concerning her perceived safety. After all, the only person who shouldn't be on the run was the rat and she didn't want to think of what Riley would do if he thought it was her. So she stuck to just nodding and keeping her thoughts to herself, until he mentioned his family. Her surprise was evident, for she'd always thought none of the gang had much in the way of families, at least, none they'd care about. This life wasn't exactly family friendly and the danger they all faced could easily be passed on to those close to them. To learn that the boss had a family, it was particularly surprising. She couldn't help but ask, "Do they know? About the gang, I mean."
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 19, 2017 22:42:02 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - - }}
ROLEPLAY- Riley chuckled softly. "They know." He responded, eyes on the floor with a fond smile on his face. He was quiet for a moment before he looked up at her, crossing his legs and resting the hand holding the glass of alcohol on his knee. "My wife is normally the one to approve most of the situations. My kid sister is one of the best hackers for the gang." He swirled the amber liquid thoughtfully. "They're not common knowledge amongst the members for this exact reason." With his few hand her gestured around the room, meaning the situation that they were currently in.
"I assume that because you're here you managed to avoid police eye, and by that, you likely have a place to go back to?" He reached over and placed the glass on the table. "WOuld you like an escort back?" -
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Post by Dieselpunk on Jun 20, 2017 7:58:36 GMT -5
At the mention of his kid sister, Jenny flinched a bit, hopefully not too noticeably. Though he may have just meant his sister was younger than him, as one who had started life in a gang at a young age, she couldn't help but immediately assume he meant a young kid. Along with this assumption came a dislike for Riley, the same unconscious dislike she felt towards her parents for throwing her into this life in the first place, for to her, who had murdered and stole and destroyed, it was one of the cruelest things a person could do. She quickly averted her gaze from him, lest he see the disapproval in her eyes. When offered an escort, she remained silent for a moment, as if considering though she knew what to answer the second he asked, and shook her head. "No thank you, I can find my own way back."
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 20, 2017 18:27:58 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - - }}
ROLEPLAY- Riley did see the flinch, but pretended that he didn't. He ran a hand absently up and down the opening of the jacket he wore, thinking over it. He placed a hand on the door knob to leave, but paused. Something didn't feel right.
There was the crunching of tires on the gravel outside. He stepped away from the door and stared at it for a moment and after a short moment, there was a softer crunching followed by silence.
"Get down." Riley warned as he slowly started to crouch. Not a moment later the place where RIley had once been standing was turned to swiss cheese. -
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Post by Dieselpunk on Jun 21, 2017 6:38:19 GMT -5
Jenny was not so slow in her descent, dropping to the floor as quickly as possible to avoid the sudden stream of bullets that tore through the living room. A machine gun? She couldn't quite tell, but whatever it was, it was powerful, and a bit excessive. Keeping below the line of fire, she crept her way towards the next room, wanting to be as far away from this one as possible when they finally broke down the door and stormed the building. Though she tried to keep her voice low to avoid being heard, she ended up having to yell over the gunfire. “Is there a back entrance? Maybe a basement?” She hadn’t frequented that particular hideout frequently enough to know.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 21, 2017 6:45:34 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - bleh bad post xx - }}
ROLEPLAY- There was a lull in the gunfire for a moment and Riley nodded to her question. "There's a back door, through the kitchen - if we go to the basement we'll be sitting ducks." He murmured, eyes on the torn apart curtians that had once covered the windows. There was glass everywhere. "Move quickly. You go first." He nodded towards where the door was. -
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Post by Dieselpunk on Jun 22, 2017 21:19:31 GMT -5
Jenny nodded in understanding and crept quickly towards the back door, glancing behind her every now and then partially to make sure Riley was around, partially to make sure their assailants hadn't come in yet. She still kept her knife clasped tightly in her hand, though it was doubtful it would do much against people with machine guns. After the painfully long crawl through the broken glass, which left her palms and knees a bit worse for wear, she reached the back door and paused, standing up just enough to see out the back window. As soon as she poked her head into view, the gunfire started again and she leapt to the side as bullets splintered the wood and made short work of the window, though thankfully none came through. Swearing softly, she looked toward Riley, hoping he had some sort of a backup plan.
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