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Amongst the Lonesome [Player Drive]

In light of a few players dropping out, I've decided to reassume active recruiting for Amongst the Lonesome. This is the second game in the "Santa Somabra" series. The Santa Somabra games are of a fantasy noir nature, set in a world which blends the modern day and mythical creatures of old. If this interests you, please look below, and feel free to pop round and say hi.

Welcome back

Atmospheric Music

In a world where humanity has evolved alongside all manner of mythical creatures, Santa Somabra is a sleazy, crime ridden city in the American West; a filthy metropolis caught in a seemingly unending whirlwind of gang wars and criminal activity. Cars whiz past, and gawking passers-by shamble aimlessly down grimy roads, as unseen mob bosses plot to destroy one another. Santa Somabra is a bleak, soulless city, where the strong pray on the weak, and those who have been spat out by civilized society turn when they have nowhere left to go.

The great crime families and ruthless gangs dominate Santa Somabra, with the law enforcement sat comfortably in their pockets –either brought or scared into submission-. Nyxvira Bloodbloom, is the all-powerful Faerie queenpin of the Bloodbloom syndicate, and Somabra’s most prominent crime lord. Having spent over a hundred years carving out her criminal empire, Nyxie’s devious cunning and underhand tactics were instrumental in her takeover of the city, in the wake of the collapse of the Martovanni family.

Those who make it in Santa Somabra do so by leaving all laws and moral codes in the dust, and stomping on whoever they can to climb up another crooked rung in the twisted social ladder.

Three years have passed since the death of the Canoness, and the dissolution of her so called ‘Forlorn Disciples’. Between bloody riots, twisted xenophobia purges, and demonic pacts with otherworldly beings, Santa Somabra was pushed to the point of splintering.

One hot summer evening, a working girl by the name of Joanna Calhoun is found dead in her apartment in downtown Santa Somabra. No more than a day later, a gun-for-hire called Hugh Blackwood turns up on the sidewalk, his head caved in. The one thing connecting these two individuals is their previous affiliation with the Forlorn Disciples, a history which they had both tried to shake off. But Santa Somabra is a cruel and merciless mistress, who isn’t one to let the past remain buried.

The pattern continues, and with each passing week it seems that a larger number of those who have ties to the Disciples are winding up dead.

At first there is little sympathy for the victims, but when the mayor of Santa Somabra, former police commissioner Dennis Murphy, is found dead in his apartment, eyebrows are raised.

Known Nyctari enforcers, and Rat drug dealers come next, followed finally by Cops.

Media attention around the case skyrockets, and the so-called “Somabra Slayer” becomes something of an internet sensation.

Wanting to close the case as quickly as possible, the Santa Somabra Police Department call on the help of everyone they know, from sanctioned officers to private detectives, in order to bring the slayer to justice.

The Year is 2019

The game takes place in a dreary noir setting, incorporating elements of the crime drama and fantasy genres, with the players able to choose from a wide roster of different mythical creatures, or play as a human character. Players may choose to take on the role of any member of society, be it a lowly thug, officer of the law, or a simple shop owner caught up in the struggle of getting by in Santa Somabra.

The growing threat of the Somabra Slayer presents a danger for everyone in Santa Somabra, and extends to every echelon of society. This does not, however, mean that every player must engage in the hunt for the serial killer. Players are free to explore Santa Somabra, and all it has to offer, but the city’s newest psychopath will constantly be lurking in the shadows, threatening to run rampant if they are not dealt with.

The original game can be found here.

Useful bits of information

• Magic is a risky and unpredictable business, with most preferring to use physical means to get their dirty work done. However, a few occult groups exist within Santa Sombra, giving sacrifices to otherworldly beings in return for demonic powers, and the occasional down-on-their-luck gambler will pray to some obscure trickster god in an attempt to fix a poker game. The most common use of magic is in distilled manners, such as placing charms on weapons to increase their lethalness, or reinforcing bank vault doors with protective wards.

• Large mythical beasts (Dragons, Gryphons, giants etc) tend to stick to more rural areas, and are very rarely found in large urban zones.

• Whilst real-life drugs exist in this setting, many fantasy-based illegal substances are prominent in Santa Somabra. Fairy Dust, Demon’s Blood, and Runez are a few examples.

• Whilst dabbling with demonic entities has always been a taboo subject, the Nazi’s use of hellish magics in World War II cemented the world’s view of witches and warlocks as being something to be shunned and hunted.

The Factions

The Rats- A combination of different street gangs, the Rats have no specialized area, and make their money from selling a wide variety of different guns and narcotics. Notorious for using the vast sewer networks beneath Santa Somabra as a means of moving their goods back and forth, the Rats are only a real threat in the more poverty-stricken parts of the city.

The Nyte Kyngs- An unruly faction of vampires who broke away from the larger crime families, The Nyte Kyngs are a small but vicious gang of nocturnal bloodsuckers, who control the Fairy Dust dens.

The Brotherhood of Rot-A formidable mob-like gang, the Brotherhood was formed after the collapse of the Reaper and the Rotface gangs. With the arrival of the Pale Circle (Powerful Eastern Necromancers) in Santa Somabra, a whole new plague of undeath swept across the city. Intent to spread their sick and twisted concoctions throughout Santa Somabra, the Brotherhood of Rot specializes in poisons and chemical warfare.

The Hunters-Seemingly a group of feral homeless people, when the moon is full the Hunters reveal their true, savage nature. The werewolf community of Santa Somabra tend to stick to the outskirts of the city, only traveling inwards to organize their monthly hunting sessions, where they chase their pray throughout the cracks and crevices of Santa Somabra. After the death of Den Mother, Ameilkas, and her right hand Brunkas, the Hunters have struggled to recover from the crippling losses of the failed hunt.

The Nyctari family-An ancient society of vampric aristocrats, the Nyctari family have existed since the earliest days of humanity. Evolving alongside mankind, the Nyctari have spent an eternity praying on their weaker cousins; using the “inferior” races as thralls to further their malicious goals. In the modern day the Nyctari are a strictly organized crime syndicate, using their dark powers to extend their reach over Santa Somabra. The Nyctari control the red lights district, and the majority of the city’s human (and nonhuman) trafficking operations.

The Bloodbloom Syndicate- Originating in rural Surrey, England, the Bloodbloom Syndicate now has a vast empire which stretches across the continents. Nyxvira Bloodbloom took over the Runez and demon’s blood trades, after the collapse of both the Reapers and the Martovanni family, and has only become richer and richer as a result.

Drugs and narcotics

Fairy dust- A bright yellow/gold powder, fairy dust induces an incredible high, which floods the nervous system with a euphoric flying sensation. Sending the user into a temporary comatose state of unageing, prolonged use of the drug can result in a permanent comma, with the victim remaining in the exact state they were in.

Runez-Injected through the neck, Runez grant the user the ability to unstably shift in and of a corporeal form, and to teleport short distances. Whilst incorporeal the user becomes invulnerable, however there is no way to control when this process happens. Runez junkies are characterized by the eerier tattoo-like marks that spread across their skin after prolonged use of the drug, which have a bright blue hue to them.

Demon’s Blood- A thick, dark red liquid, Demon’s blood is ingested by drinking, or being injected straight into the blood stream for a more potent high. Blustering the user’s strength, speed, and agility, first time users become practical super soldiers, whilst also experiencing an overwhelming sense of greatness and self-importance. However, over the time the prideful sensation is replaced by an intense rage, as users begin to hear the whispers of otherworldly beings in their ears, usually drawing them into a state of extreme paranoia.

Races

This is not a definite list of every mythological race that players have the option of portraying, although if you do wish to play a species that isn’t listed then please run it by the GM first. Humans are also a viable option, and make up the majority of the population of Santa Somabra.

Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them

Creatures of the Mortal Plains

Werewolves-Vicious half-man/half-wolf beasts, Werewolves are few in number, but possess immense animalistic speed and strength, making them a force to be reckoned with. Blessed with formidable senses, Werewolves can track their prey with ease, but prefer to stay away from urban neighbourhoods, mostly due to the fact that the huge variety of potent smells and noises overwhelm them, leaving them potentially vulnerable.

All Werewolves, whether they wish to or not, transform into their lycan form on the full moon. If presented with life-threatening danger, most Werewolves will involuntarily shift into their lycan form. Those who have poor self-control may find themselves transforming into their true forms when angered.

Despised by almost all of Santa Somabra, the monthly raids that the Hunters lead on the citizens of the city has given them a monstrous reputation, and law enforcement agencies well pay handsomely for known werewolves, alive or dead.

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Elves-Tall and graceful, these humanoids generally resemble –what most would consider to be- extremely attractive humans, but with pointed ears. Possessing a lifespan several times that of a human, the Elves have evolved alongside mankind, with most communities housing a fair balance of Elves and humans.

Considered by some to be father-figures to humanity, and by others to be elitist fascists, attitudes towards elves vary depending on the community.

The sub-species of Elf are;

Ljósálfar- The great and noble Light Elves. Creatures of beauty and excellence, the Ljósálfar are the undisputed masters of White Magics, and are renown for their warmth and regality. Make no mistake, though, Ljósálfar are just as likely to stab you in the back as any other species. They’re just a lot more spectacular about it.

Dökkálfar- These grey-skinned creatures dwell in caves and tunnels, slinking through vast underground cities as they hone their weapon crafting skills. The Dark Elves inhabit the deepest, darkest holes and burrows of the earth, and rarely mingle with other races, except for in extraordinary circumstances. The Dökkálfar construct vast networks of factories and sweatshops within the bowels of their underground cities, where slaves toil away in an endless production line, creating weapons and armours by the dozen.

Wyrmblood- Born of a union between elf and dragon, Wyrmblood’s are hated and despised by both Light and Dark elves. The Wyrmblooded elves have perhaps the greatest understanding of magic of all elves, and it is that which makes them both feared and reviled. Most Wyrmblood’s have telltale bright red hair, but some have been known to possess sharp draconic claws, and even scales in rare instances.

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Orcs-Brutish, rough-looking, creatures, Orcs have an appearance considered monstrous by most humans. Tall and hunched, with great tusks and sickly green skin, Orcs often find themselves filling the roll of enforcers in the criminal underworld. It has taken society many hundreds of years to allow the Orcs to dwell within their midst, and it will be hundreds more before they become properly accepted.

Having become known for being lazy and prone to violence, many Orcs find it difficult to shake the scummy reputation that the worst of their species have given them.

Goblins-Small, gremlin-like creatures, Goblins have huge pointed ears, stubby limbs, and knife-like teeth.

Considered to be dishonest and heartless, Goblins are regarded as untrustworthy rodents-like creatures by most of Santa Somabra.

Ogres- Ginormous beasts of monstrous proportions, these creatures tower above the other races. Ogres love two things; Fighting and Eating, and tend to be immensely strong and fat. Most Ogres are extremely dim-witted, although there are some intelligent Ogres. A few Ogres have been known to have multiple heads, each one possessing its own personality.

Generally considered little better than mongrels, Ogres are accepted as a necessity in terms of security work, but are rarely welcomed into non-Ogre communities, with a few exceptions.

Creatures of Tartarus- The Plain Of Shadows

The cold and desolate dimension which scrapes away at the edges of creation, Tartarus is the home of black magics, and the malevolent beasts which are born of the shadowy union between flesh and darkness.

Vampires- Dwellers of the night who feed on the blood of the races they deem beneath them, Vampires possess superhuman strength, keen regenerative abilities, and the ability to travel at speeds unachievable by humans. Permanently frozen at the state their body was in when they became a vampire, these nocturnal creatures are seemingly impervious to ageing, or dying of age-related ailments. Elders of vampric society have lived long enough to develop potent blood magic, being able to imprint their will upon those susceptible to suggestion; gathering their own harems of thralls who are fiercely loyal to their dark masters.

Whilst not, as the stories would have you believe, vulnerable to garlic or running water, the sun’s rays are lethal to all vampires –forcing them to operate exclusively during the night-. It is rumoured that those of exceptional faith can ward off these blood-suckers with icons of their respective gods, but this is most likely just hearsay.

Technically considered a disease, official law enforcement guidelines state that Vampires should be hunted with extreme prejudice. Despite their enhanced capabilities, most smart Vampires tend to keep their dark secret guarded, for fear of attracting unwanted attention. Despite this, the Nyte Kyngs openly flaunt their vampirism.

Wendigo- The twisted union of man and beast, Wendigo’s are the monstrous children of savagery and barbarism. Like all creatures of Tartarus, they are associated with blood-drinking and cannibalism.

Fear Gorta- The phantoms of hunger and famine, Fear Gorta are the harbingers of blight and destruction. The Fear Gorta disease is one which can infect all known species, and riddle a bloodline with feral, flesh-eating offspring.

Undead- Reanimated by the most shunned form of magic, Necromancy, the undead are rotting husks of their former selves, forced to shamble through their miserable un-lives. Whilst mindless undead do exist, players will take control of sentient undead, who’ve managed to obtain their freewill, or were raised as being free willed to begin with.

The lowest of the low, Undead are almost universally rejected by all but the most benevolent of society.

Creatures of the Fae- The Plain Of Souls

The Fae is a dimension of ethereal forests and luscious fields of pure magic. These creatures use neither black nor white magic, and instead dabble in a school of magic completely unique to them, known as “Fay Magic”.

Faerie- The sovereign lords of the Fae, Faeries are malevolent tricksters and magic users. They have been known to kidnap the children of other species, and morph them into brainwashed hobb servants. Faeries have large golden eyes, and can conjure ethereal wings into existence at their bidding.

Hobb- Dull, lumbering beasts devoid of independent thought, Hobbs are wrought from the flesh and spirits of other creatures, and are sewn together to form the fanatically loyal minions of their Faerie overlords.

Brownie- Small, mischievous sprites, Brownies resemble small children, but covered in moss and fur. They are notoriously boisterous and perverse, delighting in obscene revelry.

Creatures of Zhuthunih- The Searing Nether

Demon- The children of sin and hellfire, demon’s know no language other than depravity. They are beasts of the bloodiest nature, who feed off of the folly and misdeeds of mortal men.

Fiendling/Nether-Brood- Fiendlings are mortals who have consumed the blood of demons, or spent an elongated period in the vicinity of demonic taint. They resemble a sickly mishmash of demonic corruption and their original species, usually boasting cloven hooves or ram-like horns. The Fiendling is the halfway point between man and monster, and constantly battles with the dark voices that plague their psyche.

Character Sheet

To begin with, each player may submit one character sheet. Once they have ‘proven’ themselves (by engaging in roleplay, being active OOCly etc) they may apply for a second character. You may play up to three characters.

Name/Nicknames:

Race: (The species of the character you wish to play)


Age:

Appearance: (Short, physical description of your character/picture/both)

Personality: (A couple of paragraphs to describe how your character behaves, and what drives them)

Bio: (A brief synopsis of what got your character to this point, and where they fit in to Santa Somabra)

Other: (Any other notes, pieces of information, etc that you wish to include)

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

The next plot thread has been set in motion. I'm open to PMs if anyone has any suggestions/ would like to be involved in a specific way.

Y'all best be getting your flu vaccines!

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

Annabelle Mitchell crept slowly through the leaky tunnels which made up the Santa Somabra Sewer network, carefull to keep to the stone walkways, and out of the river of literal shit which trickled past.

Sneaking about on secret missions really stops being fun when you’ve got the smell of crap wafting over everything. Annabelle scowled to herself. When had it all gone wrong? You got hooked on dust, flunked school, and fell in with the Rabid Eyed Rats.

Now she spent most nights off her face on some stranger’s sofa, with disapproving visions of her sister glowering down at her.

You really are lost without me, aren’t you?

You really are a judgemental little whore, aren’t you?

Nice. Classy.

It's not like you’re around to get a offended, anymore.

She missed staying up with Becky after their parents had gone to bed, gushing over Billie Joe Armstrong, and bitching about all the stuck-up asshats at school. She missed sitting out in the garden, wrapped in blankets with a mug of hot chocolate and marshmallows on a friday night. She missed her big sister.

Annabelle pushed those thoughts from her head, and carried on through the damp blackness which wound ahead of her, using the bright white beam of a torch to light her way.

“Max!” She called out in the dark “You out there?”

A shadow fluttered across the tunnel wall.

“Max..?”

She turned, shining her torch down one of the passages which split off from the main network.

“Real funny, asshole..” She muttered under her breath.

That same shadow again, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared.

“If you want the cash then you’ll quit fucking me about, ya prick!” She snapped, a slight quiver of fear slipping into her voice.

She felt something brush against her leg.

Annabelle yelped, slipped, and her foot fell in the river of shit she’d been trying so desperately to avoid.

“Motherfucker!” She spat, as she inspected the dark brown splatter which had soaked through the leg of her jeans.

She hated the sewers. She hated the dark, the stench of human waste, and the giant fuck-off vermin which scattered around, just out of view.

“Right, that’s it!” She shouted out into the darkness “I’m getting out of here, dickhead!”

“You may go on your way, little lamb,” a rancid voice carried through the tunnel “once you have felt the touch of rot.”

A hand, twisted and covered in sweltering boils that looked ready to burst with puss and ooze, cracked out of the darkness and grabbed hold of Annabelle's throat.

She tried to scream, but all that came out was a wet gurgle, as the figure forced her to the ground, and his stagnant blessing swept up her neck and over her chest.

Annabelle grinned with joy as he pulled her into a tight embrace, and his kindness swelled inside her, filling her body with pestilent bloat. She shook and thrashed about; overwhelmed by the love which had been showered upon her. She could see Becky standing over her, smiling warmly, with her mousy brown hair falling around her shoulders.

“Promise me you’ll never leave again.” Annabelle called out weakly.

“I promise.” Becky said, with a smile.

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For the eyes of AGENT VOSS and AGENT KUNIS only. Reading this document without proper clearance is a FEDERAL OFFENCE.

Following the collapse of the REAPER and ROT FACE gangs, the remaining members of the former rivals banded together to form the BROTHERHOOD OF ROT. The catalyst behind this unification is unknown. Several sources claim that the PALE CIRCLE is responsible. Necromancy is a fickle and unwieldy magic, so a governing body of necromancers is unlikely. The MAGICAL REGULATIONS BUREAU has yet to find any conclusive evidence in regards to the PALE CIRCLE, and DIRECTOR KAZBEGI has dismissed the organisation’s existence as merely anecdotal.Over the past three years, the BROTHERHOOD OF ROT has been responsible for releasing lethal chemical weapons in highly populated areas throughout SANTA SOMABRA, as well as numerous cases of abduction. AGENT ROE’s research suggests that the brotherhood specifically target the various branches of the RATS, given their disorganised nature, and lack of protection.

The exact numbers of the BROTHERHOOD OF ROT is unknown, and it is currently impossible to gauge how large a threat the gang poses to both public wellbeing and national security. At the recommendation of AGENT MYEONG, two agents have been dispatched to SANTA SOMABRA, to observe the brotherhood, and contain if necessary.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

Lynne’s eyes fluttered softly open, as a small, dark room filled her vision. Her back roared in agony, and, when her flesh brushed across the steel beneath her, she felt a fresh scar, and rows of stitches.

Where the hell am I..?

Leather straps bound her wrists and ankles, pulled tightly across her flesh, as she lay spread out across some kind of metal table.

“Even with that slight rusty tinge to it, I found your liver to be quite delicious, little cherubin.The faintest hint of ethanol’s dark taint soured what could have been an impeccable meal, but I must compliment mademoiselle on being leagues above the usual gutter trash which gets sent my way.”

A figure, tall and lean, slipped into Lynne’s vision. His hair was a mess of knotty red tangles, and he wore the flowing white gown of a surgeon, which fluttered about his bony ankles.

But it was his face that left Lynne’s mouth hanging open in horror.

Neither a childhood in Blúdhaven, nor her years as a cop, could prepare Lynne for the mask of warped flesh which gazed down at her. Skin of different tones and hues was pulled back across the figure’s scalp, fused together by intricate needlework.

A thousand burning questions screamed inside Lynne’s skull, but she only managed to choke out four words.

“You ate my liver..?”

“I believe I articulated that quite plainly. Are you simple, little cherubin? I do hope I shan’t have to keep repeating myself.” The figure frowned, glowering down at her like a teacher would at a child who’d forgotten their homework. “Worry not, I replaced your liver with a perfectly adequate substitute; Hence the stitches.”

Lynne could feel bile rising at the back of her throat, and the only thing which kept her from vomiting was the fear of choking on her own tongue.

“Why are you doing this?” She could feel tears pearling beneath her eyes, as her lips quivered limply “I’m a good person.”

“And how long do you think you will remain that way, little cherubin?” The figure cocked his head slightly, regarding her with a look of puzzlement “Once I take away your innards, carve you a new likeness, and mold a fresh soul from the pieces of your old one, will you still be a good person? When do you stop being you, and become something new?”

The corners of the flesh-mask twisted into a jagged mockery of a smile.

“I am the Dollmaker, and you will be my chef-d’oeuvre.”

“Mister Simitiae would have me dispose of you, little cherubin,” The Dollmaker explained, as he made his way over to a trolley of surgical equipment, and picked up a slim syringe. “But what difference does it make if you are no longer you?”

Lynne tried to jolt upwards, struggling against her bounds as she hissed and spat and shrieked.

“Get away from me, you fucking freak!” She snarled, as tears leaked down her cheeks “You take a single step near me and I’ll rip your cock off!”

The Dollmaker chuckled heartily.

“And how will you be doing that, little cherubin? You look quite incapacitated from where I’m standing.”

“My name is Lynne!” She screamed “I’m not your fucking cherubin!”

“Not yet perhaps,” The Dollmaker gave a faint nod “But what if I were to plunge a needle into your frontal lobe and stripped away that foul mouth of yours?”

“You’re sick.” Lynne sobbed limply.

“Antisocial Personality Disorder, as a result of childhood trauma. Do try and keep up, little cherubin.” The Dollmaker smirked, as he strode over to Lynne’s table, and calmly slipped the needle into her arm.

“I hate to use anaesthetics,” The Dollmaker lamented “it takes the life out of the procedure, but I can’t have you thrashing about and runining my good work, so I’ve had to go for a sort of halfway point. The psychedelic will numb your body, make your brain more prone to suggestion, and make you that much more..agreeable.”

That was the last thing Lynne heard, as her world broke away into a tapestry of swirling ribbons. Bells chimed softly against the walls of her skull, as little twinkling lights danced across her eyelids.

It was all so silly. She couldn’t help giggling like a schoolgirl as the Dollmaker began cutting into her flesh.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

@Sep I'm going to try to get a post up once I'm done watching Manchester United lose to West Ham.

@Morden Man

Did you see that ludicrous display last night?

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model
You just hit the lotto.

The speakers boomed as the Platinum Trio shook the Chunky Chika. Through crowds of sweaty clubbers, Lynne could make out the figure of Damien Simitiae sitting in his private booth, flanked by two bodyguards, with a hefty looking woman draped over him.

Most of the club-goers were all bundled up on the Chunky Chika’s chess-board dance floor, so it was fairly easy for Lynne to skate her way around the edges, shimmying carefully between tables.

“Hey! Asshole!” Lynne called out, shouting to be heard over the music, as she strode up to Simitiae’s booth “I hear you took something from me.”

The Mexican’s bodyguards were up out of their seats in a flash, but one quick gesture from the drug baron had them sitting back down.

“Alto! Cool it, boys.” The man’s voice was soft , yet it carried a calm authority.

“You shouldn’t let this skinny puta talk to you like that, mi amor.” Simitiae’s plus-size playmate pouted, tracing once chubby finger across his cheek.

“Just a second, nene.” Simitiae gave the women a quick peck on the lips “I want to hear what she has to say.”

“You’re a real gentleman.” Lynne sneered.

“You got some serious cojones, poco senora.” He laughed dryly “What is that you think I took from you?”

“My family, shithead!”

A scream went up as Lynne pulled out her peacemaker, and aimed it squarely at Simitiae’s head.

The music died, and the mexican’s bodyguards made a grab for their own weapons.

“You move one inch further and I blow this fucker’s head off!” Lynne snarled from the back of her throat.

“Keep them holstered.” Simitiae instructed his men, in a voice which suggested this wasn’t the first time he’d had a gun pointed at him “Let's keep a civil head about this. I’m sure kind Mister Javier doesn't want to be scrubbing strawberry jam off of the floor.”

He regarded Lynne with a cold look.

“I didn’t kill your family, Miss Riordan. Your father was sloppy, and he got himself curb stomped by that-”

Suddenly, Lynne felt something sharp rip through her back. She screamed, her gun falling from her fingers, as the thug who’d snuck up on her forced his shiv through her back and into her liver. She tumbled to the floor, as blood pooled out around her.

So much blood…

Lynne limpy raised one hand, gazing on in horror as tendrils of thick crimson leaked through her fingers.

Oh god...help me, please, help me.

Simitiae stroked his nene reassuringly, turning to address his henchmen.

“Pretty standard night in Blúdhaven. Slip Javier some cash, buy the next round of drinks, and this will all disappear.” He shrugged.

Then he fixed his gaze on Lynne.

“Get rid of the redhead.”

As the two men scooped her up, Lynne felt reality slip away around her. Darkness consumed her vision, and the world went black.

{Closed}

Kimberly- Unsafe and Unsteady

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“I’d love one, thanks sweetie.” Kimberly said with a warm, but slightly tired grin, as took a pretzel from Vivian, and began slowly munching on it. Food was always that much tastier if you savoured it.

“Tough day, Mamushi?” She shot the skinny lad a quick wink. “I’d love to see your bony ass try and lift a shotgun.”
Kimberly was quite the social butterfly, and someone like Warawasa Mamushi was a god-send to a criminal lawyer. Nothing helped bail out clients quite like making the evidence against them up and vanish. If a phone call needed to be erased, or a photo needed to disappear, then Mamushi was Kimberly’s first port of call. She had contacts in law enforcement who could misfile evidence, but as the world became increasingly digital, Mamushi became increasingly valuable. Plus it was nice to hang out with someone roughly her own age, and watching him squirm around women never got old.

Kim took her seat, and listened attentively as Quinn spoke. One of the main disadvantages of working for a crime syndicate was that they could hardly go and report things to the cops when they went tits up. She was willing to bet her left tit that some of the higher ups were planning to stage a coup against their branch of the syndicate, but as long as they had a few other bigwigs in on it with them, then Quinn and all his associates were guilty as far as the rest of Ariella was concerned.

When the news report came on, Kim was far from the only person in the room to stare at the screen in disbelief.

“I always thought the Crest was a shit club.”

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

My post may take a bit longer @Morden Man I started writing it but... Its just really bad so I think I'll need to start again.

@Sep

I believe in you, Sep!

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

The walk up to Elijah Goeth’s apartment was frustratingly long, past well-dressed doormen and narrow corridors.

One of the block’s staff had taken one look at Lynne and told her that squatters weren’t welcome, and that the building was strictly for resident owners and guests.

“Klavdiya Riordan,” Elijah greeted Lynne with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face as he opened the door, dressed only in boxers and a loose-fitting dressing gown “what’s a lowlife like me done to earn the pleasure of your company?”

“You know I go by Lynne, asshole,” Lynne scowled “and I’ve come to ask a favour.”

“You’ve got a funny tone for someone who wants my help, little missy.” He scoffed.

“I respect you far too much to fancy my words with groveling and sweet-talk.” She smirked.

“That sarcasms most unbecoming on you, young lady,” Elijah moved out of the doorway, ushering Lynne into his apartment “now you’ve gone and hurt my feelings.”

The room she entered into was polished to a crisp white gleam, with dark wood furniture and broad windows that caught the sun’s glow.

“Can I getcha anything to drink?” Elijah called over to Lynne, as he slid behind the marble counter and fished a square bottle of Jack Daniels out of a cupboard.

“Why the hell not? I’m retired.” She reasoned “I’ll have it straight.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. So, what was this favour you wanted to ask?” Elijah came swaggering over, his dressing gown flapping about behind him, with a cold glass of whiskey held loosely in either hand.

“You ever do dealings with anyone called ‘Simitiae’?” Lynne gave the man an almost unnoticeable nod of appreciation as he handed over her glass, taking a fearless swig of the whiskey.

“Before I answer your question,” Elijah spoke slowly, choosing his words with well-honed caution “What’s in it for me?”

The young woman’s free hand slipped into her Tory Burch handbag, fishing out a fat wad of about $500.

“How’s the contents of the Riordan ‘rainy day’ fund sound?”

“Exquisite.” Elijah grinned like a snake, as he caught the cash Lynne threw his way.

“You ever buy coke in Blúdhaven? Chances are you were putting cash straight into the pocket of Damien Simitiae. He’s behind the Cártel de Juárez’s presence here, and he’s quite the ruthless fucker.”

Lynne nodded, making a mental note of what Elijah had said.

“You know where I can find him?”

“I might, but it’ll cost you. Double.”

Another $500 was exchanged.

“He likes to go to this club, the Chunky Chika, down in the Narrows. You can find him there most Tuesday nights, doin’ business deals and what not.”

“Thanks, Elijah.”

That’s when the 9mm came out.

The silencer muffled the pistol’s fierce bark, as the inside of Elijah’s head painted the crisp white apartment walls. His body hit the floor with a thud, before a dark red river of blood flowed out across the floor.

“Dickhead”. She muttered as she finished her drink, scooped up her cash, and shut the apartment door behind her.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

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