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[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

Wish I had those phone emoji's. Damn laptop

[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

Noted.

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Someone say..DaEmOn?

[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

I think conflicts have already arisen. @tigersloth already hinted at Vito and Sloth having some kind of backround together. Perhaps that will be further delved into...

[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

Notepad is up for grabs,considering you can follow and somehow steal it off Vito. Good Luck and happy killing.

[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

November 1,2017-Serpents Lair-1:12pm

Ay,fuck off Vito,the hell you doing around here anyway you heap of stinking shit". Now there was somebody he missed,who knew Sloth came around these parts? Actually Vito did but yet again,did he care? Nope. Sloth was about halfway through whatever the fuck he was talkin about when Vito's pager went off. *buzz* *buzz*,the detective dug around in his jacket and(eventually,lots a shit in there) found his pager.911- M.DOCKS. 911 was his badge number,ironic right? The M stood for Murder and DOCKS was where it had happened. The only part of Sloth's rant he caught was-Mind blowing piece of ass that Mayor Jess.. "Mmhm yeah, no one wants to hear ya damn wild ass fantasies Sloth,just stay outta the way so I finish up here and move on to this damn Docks murder". Vito dropped his cigarette to the hardwood floor and stomped it out with his heel. He walked over to the now dead Benril Magnus and began his 'investigation' but not before putting on some gloves,dead bodies are dirty as hell. Obviously,there was blood and a metric shit ton of it.Musta been poisoned.Thanks Johnny,not as useless as I thought. Vito collected some blood and bagged it,shoving the bag somewhere in his jacket. He'd drop it off to one of the C.S.I's at the dock,so they can do a tox-screen on it. Instead of his jacket,his notepad always resided in his front pocket.

Name: Benril Magnus
Age: Who fuckin knows
D.O.D: Nov 1,2017
Body Condition:[as of 1:05pm]: Laid beside a table on a pool of blood. A fallen chair beside him. Hands covered with his own blood. Right hand appeared to be grabbing on his neck, as blood was still flowing out of his throat. Left hand laid by his side. "There's less blood on his left palm, seemed to have grabbed on something before he died." His eyes were wide-opened and full of fear, as if he had seen something very scary. Mouth slightly opened and flooded with blood. "Death drowning in his own blood." He seemed to have sweated a bit too much. "Maybe on drug?"

P.O.I:Nobody,yet
Suspects:Again,Nobody.

"Well I'm out ya degenerates,stay safe or don't,I really don't give half a fuck". Vito tipped his hat to Mabel and made sure to give a shit-eatin grin to Sloth."Ay,just a little btw,that whisky you sold me was a complete rip-off,shit didn't even hit hard". Vito put his notepad away and proceed out the door,making his way to a warehouse in the docks.

November 1,2017-Warehouse,Docks District-1:22pm

Detective Tony was currently puking his guts out in a ditch when Vito arrived."That bad?". The young detective looked up to Vito and nodded.Well half his damn head is busted wide open,so yeah". Vito shook his head and went inside the derelict building. A C.S.I was taking pictures of the 'body' if you could even call it that. The detective removed the bagged q-tip from his jacket and tossed it to the C.S.I."Tox-screen,run in at the station". The C.S.I nodded and went about his business. Time to start another 'investigation'.

Name: Who fuckin knows
Age: Read above sentence.
Body Condition:{As of 1:22pm} Propped up against a pillar with a large pool of blood around him. Victim has a cloth tied around his eyes,wet with the own bastards tears. Several broken ribs along with a fractured skull,which seems to be the cause of death.A broken and bloody pipe was found in close vicinty to the victim,with his blood and brain matter on it. Disgusting. Only group I know to be this vicious are the Sujo Natives. And I just so happen to know one.

P.O.I: Sloth the Dealer.
Suspects: I gotta feelin sloth is behind this in some way. But for now...nobody.

Vito put his notepad away and went back outside. He half expected Sol to be here,the crack-pot junkie detective. Despite being high nearly all the time,he did good work as a detective,so Vito had some minor respect for the guy. Hell, this one time Vito saw him blow a perp in half with the damn cannon on his hip. Those were the good ol' days,and remembering such brought a grin to Vito's face."Detective Vito!!".Shit..the Sarge. Vito already knew from his tone of voice that he was not happy...

[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

Waking up to see 'fuck' about twenty times

[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

November 1,2017-Some random ally in the slums-1:05pm

"Alright Johnny,run this bullshit by me one more time". Vito spoke,placing a cancer stick betwixt his lips,lighting it with a silver plated zippo. In front of him was Johnny Scaletto,one of the pawns to Mabel and her crew. A male of average height and build,a mop of sandy blonde hair and pale blue eyes."I already told ya, Benril got hit. Someone musta poisoned the bastard. No blood,no weapons, just keeled over.". Vito took a deep inhale and let out a thin stream of gray smoke upon exhaling."See ya left that part out,ya damn idiot...When did shit go down?". Johnny pulled up his sleeve and looked at his watch, a obviously fake rolex."Like..5 minutes ago?". Vito chuckled slightly before throwing a wild punch,which connected hard with Johnny's face."Why didn't ya say that first! Suspect could be halfway cross the city at this point". The detective sighed and rubbed his temples."Goddamnit Johnny...I'm off,try not to be such a dumbass while I'm gone."Johhny couldn't respond to Vito's comment. Mainly because he was now out-cold in the dank alley way where the 'conversation' had taken place. Vito dropped the cigarette from his lips and stomped it out with the heel of his shoe."Time for work I guess." And with that he was off,leaving Johnny to whatever in the alley.

November 1,2017-The Serpent's Lair- 1:10pm

Vito hated running. But he hated losing a suspect more. He was nearly out of breath when he reached the door to the pub,where criminals of all sorts hang out and talk about..whatever. Vito took a minute to regain his composure before pushing the door open and taking a few steps inside."Alright, NCPD,Detective Vito.Just Vito. Nobody move or try any funny shit,unless ya feel like gettin capped. Everybody understand?". The detective dug around in his jacket and produced yet another cigarette. Another quick zippo flick and it was lit,filling the air around him with a thin cloud of gray smoke. He briefly scanned over the crowd,which consisted of no one he knew,but all criminal in one way or another. He wouldn't be surprised if weapons were drawn,hell, any cop stupid enough to come here probably half expected it too. Vito just didn't care. Johnny once said he had a 'no fucks given additude',which was probably the smartest thing he said in a while. His eyes found the dead man and a shocked Mabel. Nothing more than a small scoff escaped from his mouth,along with more cigarette smoke. "So,who the hell knows what happened here?"

[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

Name: Vito. Just Vito.
Appearance:

My,My Handsome Boy

Age: 32
Birth Country: Born in No-Name.
Family Members:None.
Role:Detective.

Starting Fortune: Silver plated 1911.About 253 Euros. To say his house is "modest" would be a severe overstatement. Vito owns a house in the slums,where more often than not, a murder happens right down the street. The inside of the dwelling is...rough. Whisky bottles, trash, and cigarette butts liter the place. He's tried cleaning once but that shit was hard so..yeah...moving on.

Strengths:
Brawler- Life was rough in the beginning of Vito's life so, he was left with two choices.Get hard or get out. Vito ain't no pushover so he quickly became used to the street life. Scraps and brawls were pretty much a everyday occurence,he won most of the time though that tommy kid got the better of him once.

Street life- Vito grew up on the streets so he can relate somewhat to the criminals out there. Hell, even has a modest relationship with some dealers. Well not a relationship but more like a 'If you may or may not have some information about something, you may or may not be obligated to share said information with me cause I may or may not arrest you or put a bullet through your head' type deal.

Weaknesses:
Smoker- Can't resist a good smoke. Naturally,he can't run as fast or as long as some people,so sometimes perps get away. But then he shoots them in the knee,which makes they WAY easier to chase.

It's all about the a,a,a,alcohol- He's a on again off again alcoholic. May or may not look away from a crime if awarded a very expensive bottle of whisky.

Greatest Fear- Honestly, Vito hates seein people die,strange as that may be. Dead bodies he can deal with but seein someone die in front of him? Scares the shit outta him.

Backround: If one were to look up 'common peasant' than picture of Vito would be there. Originally born in the slums of No-Name, he quickly learned that "fight or die" was a way of life. Father was a gangster, Mother was a junkie, Brother died before he was born. His dad always wanted him to 'join the cause' but Vito was drawn to something else. Police work. I understand that sounds strange but hey, No-Name is strange right? Through his teenage years he worked hard in school,eventually being the only one in his family to graduate highschool. After highschool came the academy,where he was shaped into a 'good citizen' and 'hardworking cop'. The first few years were filled with shootouts,robberies,pretty much anything that can go wrong,went very,very, wrong. One day, he made a dumb move of gettin himself shot while trying to protect some stripper. Bing Bang Boom promotion. blah blah blah'honorable service' or something like that,all that really mattered was that he was promoted to detective. Currently investigating strings of murders.

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