[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjI0MC40ZWI0ZGEuUTJGc2RtbHVJRkpsWkhWbi4w/chewed-pen-bb.regular.png[/img] [h1][color=Yellow]=Rio De Janeiro, 2:20 AM=[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] [hr] Calvin yawned as he stretched his arms, walking off the ramshackle boat that ferried him to Rio. Just before he walked away, the scrawny elderly man at the controls rebuked him, [color=D3D3D3]"Hey! You think this is a taxi?! You gotta pay!"[/color] [color=LightSkyBlue]"Oh, sorry."[/color] Calvin apologized, stopping and pulling his wallet out of his denim jeans. Almost on cue, a group of five roughs leaning against the dock walls nodded towards each other, and started making their way towards Calvin; The largest of the group held a wooden baseball bat with a giant nail going through it. Two of them slipped on brass knuckles, two twirled switchblades, and one of them loaded a clip into a handgun. [color=D3D3D3]"Don't you think it's a little warm, with that big jacket?"[/color] The biggest one said, standing directly behind Calvin. The other four goons stood on either side of him, as he hefted his bat over the back of his shoulder. Calvin looked at him, Still holding his wallet. [color=LightSkyBlue]"Oh. Not really. I never really get warm, I guess... Can I help you?"[/color]. The gang snickered. [color=D3D3D3]"Well what a coincidence! You can, meu amigo! Can me and my "friends" here bum a few bucks?"[/color]. Calvin stared at him for a few seconds, then scratched his head. [color=LightSkyBlue]"I dunno, I was just about to pay that guy back there for ferrying me here, and I don't have too much money left..."[/color]. Suddenly, Calvin noticed they were all holding assorted weapons. [color=LightSkyBlue]"Wait a minute... This is a mugging, isn't it?"[/color]. That time, the entire gang busted their guts. The leader turned around to face his lackeys, [color=D3D3D3]"This guy..."[/color]. He then turned back to face Calvin. [color=D3D3D3]"Look, You're real funny. Tell you what, you give us your wallet, get back on your little tugboat, and get the hell out of our town?"[/color]. [color=LightSkyBlue]"Well I can't do that, I got somewhere to be tommorow."[/color], Calvin explained. [color=D3D3D3]"We know! You know who else has a place to be? Our boss! Now scram!"[/color] The gun-wielding goon shouted, firing into the air to make a point. Calvin took a deep sigh, [color=LightSkyBlue]"Well friend, I just rode a boat for three hours, and I'm real tired. Let's make this quick"[/color]. He put his wallet away. The gangleader raised his bat above his head. [color=D3D3D3]"Sure thing, you little--"[/color]. Calvin's hand jerked forward and slapped the man square in the middle of the face with his large gloved hand. He dropped his bat before he hit the ground. The other four looked down in shock at their boss, groaning quietly, a large red handprint present on his face. They then turned towards Calvin, weapons raised. [color=D3D3D3]"You may have gotten the drop on our boss here, but you'll be sorry!"[/color]. [color=LightSkyBlue]"I'm Canadian, of course I'm sorry"[/color]. One of the goons growled as he thrust his Brass-decorated Fist straight at Calvin. Yet he simply slapped his assailants hand, sending the Brass Knuckles flying along the ground. He howled in pain as he held his hand and scuttled away. [Color=D3D3D3]"Coward!"[/color] shouted another as he thrust his dagger at Calvin, who simply grabbed his arm with both hands and hurled him back over his shoulder, just in time to backstep from the third gangster, who just barely missed a punch at his throat. With a heavy uppercut, the goon was sent sailing backwards. [b][i]BANG[/i][/b] The fourth goon fired a bullet at Calvin. Or at least pulled the trigger, followed by the pitiful [i]*click* *click*[/i]. Looking down the barrel, he saw bunched up ice lodged. The gun was then jabbed against his skull as Calvin grabbed the back of his head and heaved it downwards. The goon fell forwards, and shattered his chin on the pavement. While Calvin leaned to slam the goons head into the ground, the goon he threw over his shoulder managed to stand back up, and rush Calvin from behind, as he shouted [color=D3D3D3]YOU'RE DEAD, NOW!"[/color]. Instead of meeting the face of some foreigner who already kicked half more than half of his gangs ass, his fist slammed into a thin wall of ice that quickly grew upwards between him and Calvin, who then lunged through his own barrier, easily shattering it, grabbing the Goons face, and throwing him into the bay. Only one goon remained, nervously fidgeting the switchblade. He dropped it and ran away wailing, [color=D3D3D3]"Asshole! I'll be back with more guys! We're gonna seriously fuck you up, you'll see!"[/color] Calvin shrugged and pulled his wallet out again, turning back to the ferry driver. [color=LightSkyBlue]"So, how much is the ti--"[/color]. The ferryman was already scrambling at the controls, nervously waving off Calvin. [color=D3D3D3]"Oh no, i-it's free! J-J-Just stay away from me! Okay?"[/color]. Calvin stared absentmindly at the ferryman, before shrugging and walking off. [color=LightSkyBlue]"Well isn't that just fine. I didn't have to give money to anybody tonight!"[/color]. Or so he thought, before he heard a powerful rumbling... [color=LightSkyBlue]"Huh, knocking out some crooks sure does work up an appetite. I wonder if any place is still open tonight"[/color]. He continued walking through the streets of Rio, unaware as to the danger several other Nomads in the city faced.