Lol, and there it is. I wrote a chunk of it, and then safari quit on me unexpectedly so I had to do it all over again. But, there we go. I'm thinking I should be a bit more available this week. Vacation is less hectic right now, and now I'm just taking care of sending out my resume and cover letter to companies out in Los Angeles for my internship that I'll be doing in the Fall.
But, as for the RP. Things should be getting interesting soon!
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Ryker grinned at Deserae's response, knowing she would give in to the request. Albeit reluctantly. He trotted off toward the exit with that trademark smirk and chuckled as if he knew something no one else did. This was an important mission. One he'd be aware of, but there were other matters he had to take care of for the gang. So, he disappeared into the darkness of the night. Off to take care of whatever task Fitzy had for him. He was sure to hear back on the results from Terry and the other members. Fitzy made it clear to him that diagnosing their effectiveness with or without Jake was important. But with the new guy, it made everything a little more intriguing.
Jake waited for Deserae to get a change of clothes. He wasn't sure how things would turn out. This was the first time in a while he had ever gone on a mission. A much different kind of mission, but a mission all the same. All Cotton knew was that he had the gun, and he had no intention on using it to kill anyone. He was confident enough with his marksmanship that he felt no one would suffer serious harm. If everything went right, he wouldn't even have to pull the trigger. Cotton simply tucked it away on the back of his jeans and pulled his shirt down.
On the way to the cage fights, Jake didn't say much of anything to Deserae. His cold blue eyes only looked forward, seemingly devoid of emotion on the surface. But if someone looked close, they could see the fragments moving and trying to put themselves back together. Looking for something he had lost, but would never find; at least not yet. For most of the walk, he wasn't even very close to her. He didn't want anyone to suspect they were together, and avoiding suspicion was vital especially because this area was frequented by the Wolves often. And, he had no idea whether any of them recognized her as a Lost One. Low profile was ideal.
Even when he did walk side by side with Deserae, Cotton was as silent as the stillness of a dark and windless night deep in the woods of abandoned country. His eyes traveled up and down her body, taking in her womanly figure in that less than modest dress. While he recognized the curves of her feminine figure, his gaze wasn't much of primal attraction. He studied her with curiosity. As though he could figure out who she was, or why she was there with only a look. What was her story? He slipped into his bad habit of smoking every so often. But, it helped is nerves, or that's what he told himself. The gray vapor seeped into his body and relaxed him, he felt he couldn't stop his sudden outbursts of alertness without them. Loud crashing noises made him jump sometimes. Tonight he needed to be focused and collected. Eventually getting to the cage fights without having said a single word to Deserae. He waited for her to walk in, then caught up before following in.
Inside, he knew she had acquired the cash. He wanted her to count it faster and in a less public fashion. Cotton figured he'd do that later. The crowd was deafening, and he noticed this 'Deon'. Tough, tattooed and muscular. Jake wondered if he was a gang member. If he was, he would be trouble and he knew he'd need to watch him in the cage and analyze all of his fighting techniques. Find the strengths and be aware of them, discover the weaknesses to take advantage. And, he found a shorter man with black jeans and a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt. His hair was jet black and shaved almost to the point of being bald. A toothpick sticking out of his teeth as he had a box underneath his feet and a hat in his hand with some cash in it.
The bookie…
Cotton moved up to Deserae as she was adjusting her dress. He laid a soft, re-assuring hand onto her shoulder and spoke his first words to her the entire time they'd known each other.
"You look good, stop worrying about it. The bookie is to your left, the cash box is under his feet. Watch out for the knife that may or may not be in the right side of his jacket. But definitely be aware of the gun he has on the left…" Jake stated, having looked at him thoroughly the entire time. "I'll be close, but not too close. By the way, do you know anyone else here who is a L-… who is one of us? I'd like to know so I can find them and keep them in the loop. My eyes will be on you the entire time so don't feel unsafe."
Jake waited for Deserae to get a change of clothes. He wasn't sure how things would turn out. This was the first time in a while he had ever gone on a mission. A much different kind of mission, but a mission all the same. All Cotton knew was that he had the gun, and he had no intention on using it to kill anyone. He was confident enough with his marksmanship that he felt no one would suffer serious harm. If everything went right, he wouldn't even have to pull the trigger. Cotton simply tucked it away on the back of his jeans and pulled his shirt down.
On the way to the cage fights, Jake didn't say much of anything to Deserae. His cold blue eyes only looked forward, seemingly devoid of emotion on the surface. But if someone looked close, they could see the fragments moving and trying to put themselves back together. Looking for something he had lost, but would never find; at least not yet. For most of the walk, he wasn't even very close to her. He didn't want anyone to suspect they were together, and avoiding suspicion was vital especially because this area was frequented by the Wolves often. And, he had no idea whether any of them recognized her as a Lost One. Low profile was ideal.
Even when he did walk side by side with Deserae, Cotton was as silent as the stillness of a dark and windless night deep in the woods of abandoned country. His eyes traveled up and down her body, taking in her womanly figure in that less than modest dress. While he recognized the curves of her feminine figure, his gaze wasn't much of primal attraction. He studied her with curiosity. As though he could figure out who she was, or why she was there with only a look. What was her story? He slipped into his bad habit of smoking every so often. But, it helped is nerves, or that's what he told himself. The gray vapor seeped into his body and relaxed him, he felt he couldn't stop his sudden outbursts of alertness without them. Loud crashing noises made him jump sometimes. Tonight he needed to be focused and collected. Eventually getting to the cage fights without having said a single word to Deserae. He waited for her to walk in, then caught up before following in.
Inside, he knew she had acquired the cash. He wanted her to count it faster and in a less public fashion. Cotton figured he'd do that later. The crowd was deafening, and he noticed this 'Deon'. Tough, tattooed and muscular. Jake wondered if he was a gang member. If he was, he would be trouble and he knew he'd need to watch him in the cage and analyze all of his fighting techniques. Find the strengths and be aware of them, discover the weaknesses to take advantage. And, he found a shorter man with black jeans and a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt. His hair was jet black and shaved almost to the point of being bald. A toothpick sticking out of his teeth as he had a box underneath his feet and a hat in his hand with some cash in it.
The bookie…
Cotton moved up to Deserae as she was adjusting her dress. He laid a soft, re-assuring hand onto her shoulder and spoke his first words to her the entire time they'd known each other.
"You look good, stop worrying about it. The bookie is to your left, the cash box is under his feet. Watch out for the knife that may or may not be in the right side of his jacket. But definitely be aware of the gun he has on the left…" Jake stated, having looked at him thoroughly the entire time. "I'll be close, but not too close. By the way, do you know anyone else here who is a L-… who is one of us? I'd like to know so I can find them and keep them in the loop. My eyes will be on you the entire time so don't feel unsafe."
I will get a post up today at some point, I promise!
Ryker noted the concern on Deserae's face. This was a tougher job to pull off, even if it was a simple robbery. The problem was, a lot of gangs and other factors had to be taken into consideration. Especially the Amaranth Wolves who happened to frequent the area quite often. He moved over to Deserae and folded his arms with a devilish smirk after she wanted to know what the distraction was. And, what she should wear. Ryker seemed to think this was a really humorous situation. His grin only growing before he started to chuckle.
"You see, Cotton over there is going to be our last resort if the situation gets real difficult. He'll be the safety net… For you." His eyes glanced back to her after looking at Jake.
"We don't need you to be dressed in barely anything, although I probably wouldn't mind that at all." Ryker laughed at her before getting serious again. "But, we need you to dress real sexy tonight. Not 'too' sexy. But, enough to seem like a real gambling girl and classy enough to garner the attention of the bookie. You'll need to bet. Don't worry, the money will be provided for you once you arrive. Someone we don't see too often because he's always under the radar. Terry will meet you at the door and slip about 350 dollars of cold hard cash to you. Don't bet it all at once. First thing's first. Flirt with the bookie, get him to like you. Keep him off guard and focused on your assets if you get my meaning. Play it out, watch how much gets put down. Where he holds it, and when you think the max amount of cash is down, steal it. He's bound to be distracted by you. If you can't manage to pickpocket the cash box, signal a member and have them do it. Whatever the cost, even if you have to kiss the guy. Try and make it quick and fast. In and out job."
Ryker finished speaking for a moment and turned to Jake, walking over to him to pat him on the chest. "IF anything goes wrong, Cotton here will get you out of it. Last line of defense. One pull of that trigger and the whole scene will be ducking or running. Easy to fit in and get out. That should cover it. You ready?"
Jake looked at the pistol in his hand. "As ready as I'll ever be, I guess."
"You see, Cotton over there is going to be our last resort if the situation gets real difficult. He'll be the safety net… For you." His eyes glanced back to her after looking at Jake.
"We don't need you to be dressed in barely anything, although I probably wouldn't mind that at all." Ryker laughed at her before getting serious again. "But, we need you to dress real sexy tonight. Not 'too' sexy. But, enough to seem like a real gambling girl and classy enough to garner the attention of the bookie. You'll need to bet. Don't worry, the money will be provided for you once you arrive. Someone we don't see too often because he's always under the radar. Terry will meet you at the door and slip about 350 dollars of cold hard cash to you. Don't bet it all at once. First thing's first. Flirt with the bookie, get him to like you. Keep him off guard and focused on your assets if you get my meaning. Play it out, watch how much gets put down. Where he holds it, and when you think the max amount of cash is down, steal it. He's bound to be distracted by you. If you can't manage to pickpocket the cash box, signal a member and have them do it. Whatever the cost, even if you have to kiss the guy. Try and make it quick and fast. In and out job."
Ryker finished speaking for a moment and turned to Jake, walking over to him to pat him on the chest. "IF anything goes wrong, Cotton here will get you out of it. Last line of defense. One pull of that trigger and the whole scene will be ducking or running. Easy to fit in and get out. That should cover it. You ready?"
Jake looked at the pistol in his hand. "As ready as I'll ever be, I guess."
Still here. As Blitz said, I'm on vacation with my family. Not much time to get away and get a post up. Can't right now again unfortunately. Hopefully later. But, I will not be abandoning you all!
Blitz said
I've been thinking about a Lost Ones character, which would be alright to manage because it's me not an extra participant... Give me a couple hours ;D
Idk, I'm kinda' with Partisan on this one. We do have a lot of characters, but that's no guarantee some players will stick around or not. I hope they do. But, we can always kill people off if need be. It's all in the management.
Blitz said
Thanks for understanding.Things should become... interesting... tonight.
Interesting, indeed!
Ryker managed to stifle his laughter when Deserae hit her head up against the hood of her car. He didn't see it, but he heard the loud thump and judging by the look on her face as she rubbed her head, it didn't take a genius to put it all together. As he took out some paper from the envelope, Ryker read what was on it. Jake stood there a bit awkwardly not knowing what to say to Deserae. He cocked his head, giving her a strange look after she delivered a rather odd joke. Sure, he got it, but it did not elicit any laughter whatsoever. When she gave out another loud sigh as John walked in, Ryker turned. "Shut up and stop sighing!" He yelled at D.J. playfully, but then noticed John.
"Eyyy! Johnny boy. How you doin'?" Ryker got up close to him and playfully jabbed at his ribs like he was a prize fighter. "Looking good, man. That over there is Jake Cotton. But, I'm trying to get everyone to call him Cotton. Sounds real gang like." He laughed a little. And energetic as he always was, Ryker clapped his hands together.
"Cotton is here for a job. And it just so happens I got one tonight. A more specific plan. I'm here on behalf of Fitzy." Fitzy was considered by most one of, if not the top dog of the Lost Ones. A kind-hearted leader, but with a keen eye for business and strategy. He was one of the men who laid down the rules against murder. "And Fitzy says that most of, if not all of you should be together for the cage-fights tonight. I know it's hard to get all of you together, but there is three of you here now. Pretty damn good numbers."
Ryker moved over to a specific spot in the shop. He moved a desk out of the way to reveal a hidden door with a safe-lock on it. Ryker spun the dial a few times, and with a click he pulled open the door on the floor. That revealed a secret cache of emergency money among other things. But, one important item was one of survival and a tool that they strongly believed needed to be used as a last option. Ryker closed the door and turned around, walking up to Jake to hand him the black, 9mm semi-automatic he took out. Jake looked up at him curiously.
"We're going to need your gun handling. Especially if you get into trouble tonight. I'm not asking you to kill." He patted Jake on the back and looked over to John and Deserae. "Cotton here is going to be on protective duty to oversee the job tonight. He's got a real dead eye with that pistol. Soldier boy from the war. But, to the point. We need you guys at the cage fights tonight. Fitzy got this real brilliant idea to have a distraction and then we're going to rob the bookie blind. Do you get me? We're going to steal the goddamn purse!" He seemed so excited about it.
"Eyyy! Johnny boy. How you doin'?" Ryker got up close to him and playfully jabbed at his ribs like he was a prize fighter. "Looking good, man. That over there is Jake Cotton. But, I'm trying to get everyone to call him Cotton. Sounds real gang like." He laughed a little. And energetic as he always was, Ryker clapped his hands together.
"Cotton is here for a job. And it just so happens I got one tonight. A more specific plan. I'm here on behalf of Fitzy." Fitzy was considered by most one of, if not the top dog of the Lost Ones. A kind-hearted leader, but with a keen eye for business and strategy. He was one of the men who laid down the rules against murder. "And Fitzy says that most of, if not all of you should be together for the cage-fights tonight. I know it's hard to get all of you together, but there is three of you here now. Pretty damn good numbers."
Ryker moved over to a specific spot in the shop. He moved a desk out of the way to reveal a hidden door with a safe-lock on it. Ryker spun the dial a few times, and with a click he pulled open the door on the floor. That revealed a secret cache of emergency money among other things. But, one important item was one of survival and a tool that they strongly believed needed to be used as a last option. Ryker closed the door and turned around, walking up to Jake to hand him the black, 9mm semi-automatic he took out. Jake looked up at him curiously.
"We're going to need your gun handling. Especially if you get into trouble tonight. I'm not asking you to kill." He patted Jake on the back and looked over to John and Deserae. "Cotton here is going to be on protective duty to oversee the job tonight. He's got a real dead eye with that pistol. Soldier boy from the war. But, to the point. We need you guys at the cage fights tonight. Fitzy got this real brilliant idea to have a distraction and then we're going to rob the bookie blind. Do you get me? We're going to steal the goddamn purse!" He seemed so excited about it.
At the moment I have no "ending" in sight at the moment. But Blitz pointed out possible plots or events that I believe will happen throughout. Right now I'm looking at this as being somewhat-controlled by me and Blitz. But also giving freedom to everyone as players with the missions, etc. Playing around with that rivalry and seeing what happens. Arrests, betrayals, deaths. Things could explode into an all out gang war. For now, I believe we are just watching things move. See conflicts start to simmer before they boil over!
Jake and Ryker spent a long time walking down through the streets of New York. Ryker tended to be overly paranoid in his travels. He took them down several different alleyways and other routes to make sure they wouldn't run into a single Amaranth Wolf. It took a lot longer to get to the Tersei bridge, but at the same time it was much safer. At long last, the gray, worn down steel bridge was in sight. The economic crisis hit everywhere including roads. And, a spot like that bridge wasn't quite as important to the richer members of society. They didn't see the need to spend too much money on its upkeep. The pavement on it was broken and cracked, metal beams ragged and rusted. But, Ryker smiled nonetheless.
"That's home right there." Ryker commented. It was evident on their walk that Ryker had a strong knowledge of the area. Knowing just about every in and out of the turf they walked on. "I can't tell you how much I've walked on, under and around that bridge. Tersei, man. Home sweet home. You never did tell me where you're from." Ryker smiled over at Jake who remained as stone faced as ever.
"You never asked." Jake replied. Ryker chuckled. "You're a real tightly wound up guy aren't ya? Haven't seen you smile much, if at all. So, where you from Cotton?"
"Amaranth. Don't worry, doesn't mean I got some urge to kill you and everyone else. I don't really know what to call home anymore. This place changed so much after the war. But not for me." Jake followed him underneath the bridge. No one else was around at that moment. Ryker glanced around and shrugged.
"I've got another place we can go to. It's an auto shop not too far out. The jobs I have in mind are in my pocket, but you need to meet some of the group first." Jake nodded and reluctantly followed him. Unsure if the man was just playing with him or not.
"You fought in the war, right?"
Jake nodded and pulled out a cigarette to smoke. Puffing that gray vapor into the air. "So that's why you're so good with that gun."
"It's a cheap trick. There were better shots than me out there."
"But you survived. And either way, you still have great aim. Probably helped you live out there. Heard it was the worst war the world has ever seen."
He didn't know the half of it. The memories that painted cold, sleepless and blood filled pictures in his mind might haunt Jake for the rest of his life. Sometimes when he closed his eyes, he could still see their faces. Even upon return, sometimes the simple sounds of a car screeching or a door slamming were enough to make Jake jump and get defensive.
"I was lucky to survive."
"Well, we could definitely use some of that luck, then." Ryker smiled at him, always finding something positive to talk about.
Jake shook his head. The rest of the way to Joshua's Body Shop was a long quiet journey. Until Ryker opened up the door and trotted on in, happy to see that at least someone was there. He could always count on Deserae to be there most of the time. "D.J.!" Ryker shouted out excitedly as he walked in. "What's going on girl?" His eyes glanced over to The Beast, as did Jake's. "The Beast is looking pretty damn good. That's her baby," He added looking over to Jake. "Just don't touch it, she's real protective. She's a mother to that car."
He looked back at Deserae while moving over to one of the workbenches, pulling the envelope out of his pocket and placing it down. "We might have a new member, D.J. His name is Jake Cotton. I like to call him Cotton. Sounds real tough. Someone you'd want in a tough situation, and from what I've seen I believe it. And Jake, that's Deserae Cunningham. But make sure to call her D.J. She's a bit picky." He smirked, teasing like always.
"That's home right there." Ryker commented. It was evident on their walk that Ryker had a strong knowledge of the area. Knowing just about every in and out of the turf they walked on. "I can't tell you how much I've walked on, under and around that bridge. Tersei, man. Home sweet home. You never did tell me where you're from." Ryker smiled over at Jake who remained as stone faced as ever.
"You never asked." Jake replied. Ryker chuckled. "You're a real tightly wound up guy aren't ya? Haven't seen you smile much, if at all. So, where you from Cotton?"
"Amaranth. Don't worry, doesn't mean I got some urge to kill you and everyone else. I don't really know what to call home anymore. This place changed so much after the war. But not for me." Jake followed him underneath the bridge. No one else was around at that moment. Ryker glanced around and shrugged.
"I've got another place we can go to. It's an auto shop not too far out. The jobs I have in mind are in my pocket, but you need to meet some of the group first." Jake nodded and reluctantly followed him. Unsure if the man was just playing with him or not.
"You fought in the war, right?"
Jake nodded and pulled out a cigarette to smoke. Puffing that gray vapor into the air. "So that's why you're so good with that gun."
"It's a cheap trick. There were better shots than me out there."
"But you survived. And either way, you still have great aim. Probably helped you live out there. Heard it was the worst war the world has ever seen."
He didn't know the half of it. The memories that painted cold, sleepless and blood filled pictures in his mind might haunt Jake for the rest of his life. Sometimes when he closed his eyes, he could still see their faces. Even upon return, sometimes the simple sounds of a car screeching or a door slamming were enough to make Jake jump and get defensive.
"I was lucky to survive."
"Well, we could definitely use some of that luck, then." Ryker smiled at him, always finding something positive to talk about.
Jake shook his head. The rest of the way to Joshua's Body Shop was a long quiet journey. Until Ryker opened up the door and trotted on in, happy to see that at least someone was there. He could always count on Deserae to be there most of the time. "D.J.!" Ryker shouted out excitedly as he walked in. "What's going on girl?" His eyes glanced over to The Beast, as did Jake's. "The Beast is looking pretty damn good. That's her baby," He added looking over to Jake. "Just don't touch it, she's real protective. She's a mother to that car."
He looked back at Deserae while moving over to one of the workbenches, pulling the envelope out of his pocket and placing it down. "We might have a new member, D.J. His name is Jake Cotton. I like to call him Cotton. Sounds real tough. Someone you'd want in a tough situation, and from what I've seen I believe it. And Jake, that's Deserae Cunningham. But make sure to call her D.J. She's a bit picky." He smirked, teasing like always.
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