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Okay, I'll make it my next post just to move the story along a little.
Also... How will we do this? Will I make one long post about whats happens between Oliver his partner and Alex or do you want to have play in that scene?
Awesome! :) Check the PM I sent you, might be of interest.
I'm thinking a modern Irish crime drama depicting fictional characters and events in Dublin city's criminal underworld. The role-play would start off revolving around the story of one particular gang and their ventures, making it easier to keep everybody in the game with each other until we could expand a bit further. The gang's major game would be the drug trafficking business but as money starts being lost and the Gardai (Irish Police) start picking up more and more of the gang, they have to venture into other aspects. Alliances and rivalries are formed and broken with other gangs and IRA contingencies and even the brutal "Traveler community" in and around Dublin. It's important to stress that this role-play will be venturing into very dark themes. Not just your usual drug use and other recreations but having an ultra-violent underlying theme.
There's not really anything you need to know too in-depth about to take part in the role-play but it would be preferred if you had some knowledge of modern Ireland. By this I mean you don't believe that all Irish people are leprechaun's and that you don't think the Yankee (American) stereotype of a Dublin accent is accurate. I'm basing the idea for this role-play off of an Irish TV show called 'Love/Hate'. Some of you may have seen it as it recently has been broadcast somewhat abroad. If not even watching one or two trailers to the show might help. I'll post some short videos below so that you can see what I'm talking about.
So, for anybody who is interested leave a response here so I can put you down for it and we can get a start on an OOC if this gathers enough interest. I've been hoping to do something like this for a long time so hopefully all you Yanks aren't put off by the fact it's based in Ireland. ;)
There's not really anything you need to know too in-depth about to take part in the role-play but it would be preferred if you had some knowledge of modern Ireland. By this I mean you don't believe that all Irish people are leprechaun's and that you don't think the Yankee (American) stereotype of a Dublin accent is accurate. I'm basing the idea for this role-play off of an Irish TV show called 'Love/Hate'. Some of you may have seen it as it recently has been broadcast somewhat abroad. If not even watching one or two trailers to the show might help. I'll post some short videos below so that you can see what I'm talking about.
So, for anybody who is interested leave a response here so I can put you down for it and we can get a start on an OOC if this gathers enough interest. I've been hoping to do something like this for a long time so hopefully all you Yanks aren't put off by the fact it's based in Ireland. ;)
Don't worry about it I'm a bit under the weather myself. I think I have a chest infection AND flu, lucky me. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow afternoon anyway so hopefully he'll give me antibiotics or something and I can get sorted. Also, hope you feel better soon!
"I got to go." Alex told Archer, patting him on the shoulder. "Thanks man, for all of this. Can you look further into it for me?"
"Sure."
Alex thanked him again and left the apartment in a rush. Heading down the stairwell he exited through the front door and hopped onto his motorbike, sticking the keys in the ignition he started it. He placed on his helmet and flipped the visor down before revving the engine and taking off. Veering between cars in a traffic jam Alex found himself at the front of the line, stopping at the red light. When the light turned to amber, Alex revved the engine twice before taking off again just as the light turned green.
He wasn't exactly sure of where this restaurant was, but he was pretty sure he had passed it a number of times in his work. The one upside to being a courier was that you got the rundown of the town pretty quickly. It didn't take him too long to find it as he pulled up outside and stopped the engine. Taking off his helmet holding it under one arm as usual he waved and called over. "Riley!" Alex's lack of safety gear apart from the helmet was often a worry to his friends. His jacket and jeans wouldn't do much to his body if he was unfortunate enough to crash and skid along the ground.
"Sure."
Alex thanked him again and left the apartment in a rush. Heading down the stairwell he exited through the front door and hopped onto his motorbike, sticking the keys in the ignition he started it. He placed on his helmet and flipped the visor down before revving the engine and taking off. Veering between cars in a traffic jam Alex found himself at the front of the line, stopping at the red light. When the light turned to amber, Alex revved the engine twice before taking off again just as the light turned green.
He wasn't exactly sure of where this restaurant was, but he was pretty sure he had passed it a number of times in his work. The one upside to being a courier was that you got the rundown of the town pretty quickly. It didn't take him too long to find it as he pulled up outside and stopped the engine. Taking off his helmet holding it under one arm as usual he waved and called over. "Riley!" Alex's lack of safety gear apart from the helmet was often a worry to his friends. His jacket and jeans wouldn't do much to his body if he was unfortunate enough to crash and skid along the ground.
Sure thing! Take your time.
Tut, tut, tut. Unacceptable!!!!! jk. No problem. I'll see you then. xD
There you go, my last post for the night. Time to go get a few hours sleep, I'm looking forward to picking this back up tomorrow. Have a good night!
Alex stood behind Archer at a desk with a large computer and a number of monitors on it. Archer sat in a comfy office chair in a loose purple hoodie and a cup of cold cup of coffee beside his mouse pad. As he was tapping away at one of his keyboards he turned his head back to look at Alex. "So, like I told you the others who were with you in the... Program." Alex paused and sipped from the coffee cup unfazed by the cold bitterness of the coffee. "You were all part of a 'series' known as two-seven-five. Well, since you're escape something strange showed up about a year back."
"What's that then?" Alex asked, intrigued leaning a bit closer in, one hand on the top of the back of Archer's chair. The hacker shook his head and sighed.
"Well, there's no easy way to say it so..." He clicked on a file that was resting on his desktop bringing up the photo of what appeared to be a cadaver. Alex was confused until he looked closer and saw the bar code tattoo on the cadaver's neck, the code beginning with the same three numbers. Two-seven-five. As he was processing this Archer began to explain. "She was found by the bank of a river not to far from here, washed up on it. Gunshot wound to the head, entered the back and left the front. Execution style." He clicked his tongue and minimized the image bringing up a picture of the local hospital. "Her body was taken here and only lasted thirty-six hours before some government agency took it under their wing. No signing out, nothing. They had complete authority and literally snatched the body."
"Who?" Alex asked.
"That's the thing. No one knows who these guys are..." Archer began but was interrupted by a phone ringing. Alex apologized, knowing Archer's strict no cellphones in the computer space policy.
"Hey. Riley, what's up?" He asked, answering the phone.
"What's that then?" Alex asked, intrigued leaning a bit closer in, one hand on the top of the back of Archer's chair. The hacker shook his head and sighed.
"Well, there's no easy way to say it so..." He clicked on a file that was resting on his desktop bringing up the photo of what appeared to be a cadaver. Alex was confused until he looked closer and saw the bar code tattoo on the cadaver's neck, the code beginning with the same three numbers. Two-seven-five. As he was processing this Archer began to explain. "She was found by the bank of a river not to far from here, washed up on it. Gunshot wound to the head, entered the back and left the front. Execution style." He clicked his tongue and minimized the image bringing up a picture of the local hospital. "Her body was taken here and only lasted thirty-six hours before some government agency took it under their wing. No signing out, nothing. They had complete authority and literally snatched the body."
"Who?" Alex asked.
"That's the thing. No one knows who these guys are..." Archer began but was interrupted by a phone ringing. Alex apologized, knowing Archer's strict no cellphones in the computer space policy.
"Hey. Riley, what's up?" He asked, answering the phone.
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