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Sigh… I think so.
That's exactly what I meant. Lol, jk. Actually reading a book for my internship, and had to shop for food. Man's got to eat!
The bookie froze right in his spot. Terror had gripped him, sending a hard shiver down his spine. Gulping. Feeling the cold steel of Jake's pistol at his back. He knew that Cotton wasn't joking. That tone in his voice. In this line of profession, he knew how to spot those who were killers and those who were pretenders not capable of the task. This man was without doubt a killer. A cold blooded predator. At least, that's how it seemed to him right then. The line between life and death a simple pull of a small trigger. His blood could be all over the floor and it'd be over.
Problem for Jake. Deserae had frozen too. It was moving too fast for her. She just stared at the cash box below, and back to Cotton's gun. The Lost Ones were not supposed to kill, and their new member seemed to have not hesitations about doing it. How could she know he had no intention of actually putting the man down. He had to appear as serious as possible. And the slower Deserae took, the faster more eyes could catch what was happening. Jake shot a quick, hostile glance at DJ. As if he were telling her to get a move on. The anger was flaring up in his eyes. The bookie finally spoke.
"Okay… I'll do what you want. Just, don't kill me." He almost tripped trying to move the box with his foot. Sliding it backwards so it was right there for the taking. At last, Deserae had caught herself. She leaned down and grabbed the box. The mission was complete. But, was it? It took too long for everything to happen. Some unwanted attention came their way. A new set of bodyguards. And not only that…
"Get out, now." Jake said loud enough for DJ to hear. She was trembling with fear. All of this had gone wrong so quickly. But, to her credit, she steeled herself and pushed through the crowd. Cotton knew she wouldn't get out so easily, so he needed to be the distraction. Like a solider, always ready to put his life on the line for the sake of his brothers and the mission.
After the fight, Deon washed some blood off his hands and wanted to get ready for the next fight. He had plenty of time to get ready. Get some food in his stomach and take on the next unfortunate challenger. He walked on out with his shirt off. Always the kind of guy to draw attention to himself. But, unlike most men who put on the tough guy act, he could back every bit of that image up with brute force and bloodied knuckles. He was a wolf through an through. A hunter, a predator. The kind of person who fed off the weaknesses of his opponents. The type to play with his food before he devoured it. That much was clear inside of the ring. And, what did he see when he wandered on out. Only Golden Boy ready to steal away the purse that he'd rightfully earned. He moved in very fast to stop the robbery, ready to pick a fight. Jake's eyes caught him too. Observant of everything, especially a nearby booth that provided good cover. And that's when Jake made the decision…
He raised his gun in the air, causing Deon to freeze and some others to panic. Cotton sprinted to the booth and fired two, thunderously loud shots in the air. Diving for cover. All hell broke loose. People screaming, dropping to the floor, running for the exits.
But no one cared about the missing box, and Deserae just had to navigate her way through the streaming masses of people. Hopefully find one of the other Lost Ones and safely find her way out. Either way, Jake was ready to keep himself alive. Using every opportunity to hind behind a mass of people and slip through. Keep hidden.
It was chaos.
Problem for Jake. Deserae had frozen too. It was moving too fast for her. She just stared at the cash box below, and back to Cotton's gun. The Lost Ones were not supposed to kill, and their new member seemed to have not hesitations about doing it. How could she know he had no intention of actually putting the man down. He had to appear as serious as possible. And the slower Deserae took, the faster more eyes could catch what was happening. Jake shot a quick, hostile glance at DJ. As if he were telling her to get a move on. The anger was flaring up in his eyes. The bookie finally spoke.
"Okay… I'll do what you want. Just, don't kill me." He almost tripped trying to move the box with his foot. Sliding it backwards so it was right there for the taking. At last, Deserae had caught herself. She leaned down and grabbed the box. The mission was complete. But, was it? It took too long for everything to happen. Some unwanted attention came their way. A new set of bodyguards. And not only that…
"Get out, now." Jake said loud enough for DJ to hear. She was trembling with fear. All of this had gone wrong so quickly. But, to her credit, she steeled herself and pushed through the crowd. Cotton knew she wouldn't get out so easily, so he needed to be the distraction. Like a solider, always ready to put his life on the line for the sake of his brothers and the mission.
After the fight, Deon washed some blood off his hands and wanted to get ready for the next fight. He had plenty of time to get ready. Get some food in his stomach and take on the next unfortunate challenger. He walked on out with his shirt off. Always the kind of guy to draw attention to himself. But, unlike most men who put on the tough guy act, he could back every bit of that image up with brute force and bloodied knuckles. He was a wolf through an through. A hunter, a predator. The kind of person who fed off the weaknesses of his opponents. The type to play with his food before he devoured it. That much was clear inside of the ring. And, what did he see when he wandered on out. Only Golden Boy ready to steal away the purse that he'd rightfully earned. He moved in very fast to stop the robbery, ready to pick a fight. Jake's eyes caught him too. Observant of everything, especially a nearby booth that provided good cover. And that's when Jake made the decision…
He raised his gun in the air, causing Deon to freeze and some others to panic. Cotton sprinted to the booth and fired two, thunderously loud shots in the air. Diving for cover. All hell broke loose. People screaming, dropping to the floor, running for the exits.
But no one cared about the missing box, and Deserae just had to navigate her way through the streaming masses of people. Hopefully find one of the other Lost Ones and safely find her way out. Either way, Jake was ready to keep himself alive. Using every opportunity to hind behind a mass of people and slip through. Keep hidden.
It was chaos.
Blitz said
I think he's still around. Or maybe not. He might've disappeared.Okay, so Yoshi isn't here... I guess that means Wind will follow up with a post then? Am I correct?
You're correct. It will be up today. Running different errands today and getting my life in order!
I am fine with accepting another character. Another player helps keep things active again. We are waiting on Yoshi for now. If she doesn't get a post up by Saturday-ish, I will personally take control of her characters along with my own in order to forward the story in one big post.
I don't think this is dead. There is nothing I can really do unless Yoshi posts. As for Deon, Yoshi… You could have him spot the robbery that's about to happen.
Partisan said
Waiting on a Darkwind post, then maybe one from Yoshi, then I will post. Not sure if my posts are even remotely interesting for you to read, but since you asked.
Huh? I posted. I figured you'd be waiting on Yoshi and not me. I can't really do anything until Yoshi does something and then you do something.
I did it! Giving Yoshi the chance to be the bookie for the moment.
Lights flashing, crowd roaring. It was chaos. People everywhere. Dancing, cheering, drinking. This cesspool of animalistic, primal emotions of humans was not working well for the new Lost Ones. But, luckily for them, Cotton had a smoke and a drink. His nerves were steeled. That glint of warmth in his eyes while talking with Angel was gone. He was now all about the mission. Accomplishing it at all costs was of utmost importance. A slight feeling of satisfaction crept through him when Deserae agreed to follow him. Finishing the job by himself wasn't something he'd look forward to, but would do it if it came down to that. He simply nodded and used his arm to cut and weave his way through the crowd like a combat knife slicing through the jungle. It didn't register to him that the fight was over until he saw Spike on the ground out cold with Deon standing victoriously over the body. That had ended rather quickly. In the back of his head, he noted Deon as someone not to be taken lightly. Even with his soldiers training in close quarters combat, he would have to be on guard.
Cotton knew that Minato and Knox were around here somewhere. At this moment, he only hoped they would get out fast if things got way out of hand. One bullet in the air would be enough to scatter the crowd. The bouncers were closing in on Victor, and that's when Victor showed himself to be a formidable opponent as well. Although, he thought his moves were a bit sloppy. Drinking could do that to anyone. The Lost Ones were rivals with that group? From what he could tell it was David against Goliath. But David won… However, this goliath of a gang was organized top to bottom with killers. A lethal mix of cunning and fighting ability. The Lost Ones must have been excellent tacticians and users of stealth to be around for as long as they have been. With this group though, Cotton knew there had to be some sort of change in how things were structured. Everyone's lives were at risk.
Eventually, Jake crept up behind the bookie. If there was anything Deserae noticed about him at this moment was that he was not the same person she had met earlier. Calmed by smoke and alcohol. The noise seemed drowned out by Jake as he gripped his pistol. A cold, thousand yard stare as he looked at the bookie from close behind. As though his gaze ripped right through the body of the man. A man not wanting to kill, transformed into the merciless monster. The darkness risen again, the darkness created from blood and iron. That icy stare glazing over his eyes as he pressed the gun against the bookie's back.
"Take your foot off of the box and push it lightly behind you. If you move your head or do anything else, it's over. I will bury a bullet into your liver and let you die a slow and painful death. Or I'll snap your neck and leave your dead body right here. Is that money worth your life?" No stutter. Nothing betrayed the intent behind those words. Deep down he did not want to pull that trigger. But his voice carried every weight of his words.
His killer's eyes shifted over to Deserae for one second for her to grab the box once the bookie pushed it backwards. This was it… This was his entrance to the gang world, and a chance for D.J. to prove something to herself.
Cotton knew that Minato and Knox were around here somewhere. At this moment, he only hoped they would get out fast if things got way out of hand. One bullet in the air would be enough to scatter the crowd. The bouncers were closing in on Victor, and that's when Victor showed himself to be a formidable opponent as well. Although, he thought his moves were a bit sloppy. Drinking could do that to anyone. The Lost Ones were rivals with that group? From what he could tell it was David against Goliath. But David won… However, this goliath of a gang was organized top to bottom with killers. A lethal mix of cunning and fighting ability. The Lost Ones must have been excellent tacticians and users of stealth to be around for as long as they have been. With this group though, Cotton knew there had to be some sort of change in how things were structured. Everyone's lives were at risk.
Eventually, Jake crept up behind the bookie. If there was anything Deserae noticed about him at this moment was that he was not the same person she had met earlier. Calmed by smoke and alcohol. The noise seemed drowned out by Jake as he gripped his pistol. A cold, thousand yard stare as he looked at the bookie from close behind. As though his gaze ripped right through the body of the man. A man not wanting to kill, transformed into the merciless monster. The darkness risen again, the darkness created from blood and iron. That icy stare glazing over his eyes as he pressed the gun against the bookie's back.
"Take your foot off of the box and push it lightly behind you. If you move your head or do anything else, it's over. I will bury a bullet into your liver and let you die a slow and painful death. Or I'll snap your neck and leave your dead body right here. Is that money worth your life?" No stutter. Nothing betrayed the intent behind those words. Deep down he did not want to pull that trigger. But his voice carried every weight of his words.
His killer's eyes shifted over to Deserae for one second for her to grab the box once the bookie pushed it backwards. This was it… This was his entrance to the gang world, and a chance for D.J. to prove something to herself.
Okay, did not get that post up. Trying desperately to find the time!
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