"No James let her leave but if she ever crosses my eyes again I will kill her personally.OK Gang lets keep moving I do not like to stay in the open to much"[Kenta started walking in the opposite direction of Natasha. He looked around at the gang They were small and he knew it but he still did not doubt there talents and he had a lot of faith in them.]
Originally posted by trademark"You want me to get the burgers or should you?" James spoke in code. What he really meant was 'should I rob the register then get burgers or should you?'
"No James let her leave but if she ever crosses my eyes again I will kill her personally.OK Gang lets keep moving I do not like to stay in the open to much"[Kenta started walking in the opposite direction of Natasha. He looked around at the gang They were small and he knew it but he still did not doubt there talents and he had a lot of faith in them.]
James said "Oh you are too generous boss" He ran inside and politely asked for some hamburgers. The man at the register gave him the hamburgers and then opened the register waiting for the money. James gave him a five, then while the register was still open, told him to step back, and threatened him with the gun. The man backed away and James hopped over the table still aiming at him. He leaned in and took all the money, then looked around to make sure that there were no more witnessess, and then shot the man in the heart. "No witnessess" he grunted then ran away, before anybody came out to see what all the noise was about. He ran outside, and yelled "let's get out of here, I had to take out another one." He gave Kenta the bag of hamburgers after a couple of seconds of trying to clean off the blood stains.
Empyre lowered the magazine just enough so that her eyes peered over the top of it. The unmistakable sound of a semi automatic weapon had caught her attention. Things were starting to look up for her today.
She watched as one male handed another one a bag of food. There were splotches of blood on his clothes. Even a fool would have taken them for what they were. It was time for her to move.
Empyre got to her feet and tossed the magazine to the floor. The old man smiled at her once more before she made her way back down the street towards the thugs. She was careful not to take a direct route. Other wise the two might run off.
Natasha sighed as she was out of sight from her ex-gang, but being seen alone, a girl, in this sort of city was dangorous, and she knew it. She sighed heavily before picking up her Uzi and walking slowly, her trenchcoat moving with the movements of her legs. "That ass.. I'm not a kid... I can take care of myself now."
Originally posted by Great the Vraya"dammit, this is bad," James said looking at his shirt. He decided to take it off in case any cops were looking at him, or worse, bounty hunters. "We need to get back to base soon" he said to Kenta. It wouldn't be good for me to be carrying around a bloody shirt either.
James said "Oh you are too generous boss" He ran inside and politely asked for some hamburgers. The man at the register gave him the hamburgers and then opened the register waiting for the money. James gave him a five, then while the register was still open, told him to step back, and threatened him with the gun. The man backed away and James hopped over the table still aiming at him. He leaned in and took all the money, then looked around to make sure that there were no more witnessess, and then shot the man in the heart. "No witnessess" he grunted then ran away, before anybody came out to see what all the noise was about. He ran outside, and yelled "let's get out of here, I had to take out another one." He gave Kenta the bag of hamburgers after a couple of seconds of trying to clean off the blood stains.
A large groupd of people, all wearing red, with a red flag hanging out their right pocket walked slowly down the alley kicking the people in there trying to avoid the cold, stealing their food, taking what little money or clothing they had, and even killing those who tried to fight back. Everyone knew this gang, especially after being rebuilt back up to its normal dangerousness under the new leadership of the most known member in the gang, J rocK. The gang approached the building in which they hid, not a place anyone would suspect to find anybody, an old worn down warehouse form the 21st century, nothing special about it so easy to break into you would doubt to find anybody there. they borught in everything they found and just threw it out anywhere in the building and from the middle of the group that came in J rocK walked out infront of the group and began to speak.
"Get it straight guys! today is tha day we are going to get our territory back from a little rag tag gang of homeless people, the best weapons they got against us is a molotov cocktail, so we're going in packing light only pistols and uzis, none of our hi-tech stuff."
Most of the members groaned about not using the new weapons the jacked from some rich gunsman, they've got to use it yet. in about a minute or so they were ready to go and took the alleys where about 50 people could stay well hidden from other people or cops as they went to get back territory.
Name: Nadia Cimean
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Role: Bounty Hunter
Appearance: Nadia stands at about 5'6'', she has blue eyes, and brownish-red hair that goes a little past her shoulder. She likes to be mysterious looking with her side swept bangs.
Weapons: Sniper rifle, a dagger, and a shotgun.
Personality: Nadia is a neat person once you get to know her; she is also quite industrious and astonishing.
Originally posted by Great the VrayaBurn it. Shit! There is a bounty hunter over on the bench. *She followed the guys still being part of the gang. She puts one hand on her gun.* We may want to run she is heading this way.
"dammit, this is bad," James said looking at his shirt. He decided to take it off in case any cops were looking at him, or worse, bounty hunters. "We need to get back to base soon" he said to Kenta. It wouldn't be good for me to be carrying around a bloody shirt either.
"Time to pop a cap in somebody baby! bllaaaaat!!!!!"
J rocK kicked down the small fence door around the building area they came to take back and his gang moved in shooting everyone and everything in sight. These guys didn't even stand a chance most were asleep, most were drunk, some were sick, and the others were too busy talking to retaliate. the hobos quickly fell to his gang although some of them retreated and about 7 of them were captured, question about if there was any leader to this and later pushed to join the Bloods or being killed.
Name: Fox Anders
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Role: Bounty Hunter
Appearance: 6'3", Black medium length hair, brown eyes, Usually wears old battered jeans, a dusty white top and a brown leather jacket.
Weapons: A pistol, hidden behind his jacket. Also, he is trained in several martial arts, in case he needs to get in close to his target.
Personality: Easy-going, does his job to survive, keeps to himself mainly as he finds accomplaces more trouble than they are worth.
"hahaaa, check this out baby! show me the money!"
He split opened an old suitcase containing money all in rubberband stacks filling the entire suit case, next to it laid the body of a dead man. J rocK was quick to close the case up and hide it in a safe place and ordered more than half of his gang to stay around guard the place and continue questioning or pushing people to join their gang, either that or bust them.
Originally posted by SpikeSpiegel(Sure, oh. And if you want to join a gang, just introduce your character as the role of an aveverage person. And have them go to a gang leader asking permission to join that gang.)
Name: Fox Anders
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Role: Bounty HunterAppearance: 6'3", Black medium length hair, brown eyes, Usually wears old battered jeans, a dusty white top and a brown leather jacket.
Weapons: A pistol, hidden behind his jacket. Also, he is trained in several martial arts, in case he needs to get in close to his target.
Personality: Easy-going, does his job to survive, keeps to himself mainly as he finds accomplaces more trouble than they are worth.