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Gang RP: The Rise

@King Tai@CommisarJhon

The raw horsepower of the bike's engine rumbled beneath her, like the charging of a thousand warhorses, their beating hooves battering the dusty, bloodsoaked plains of battle. Anna revved the engine louder, her bike kicking into high gear as she was speeding towards Ivolgin's manor, fearing the worst had already set in.

This had become more than just your typical dispute over turf. It was all out gang war. The city had become a killing field and the slaughter was ripe. As she zipped along down the road she could hear it, even over the fearsome roar of her motorcycle, the distant drums of despair and depravity, the pattering of gunfire, the horrid, blood-curdling screams of innocent people getting caught up in a menagerie of death and discord. And it was only going to get worse as Delaney's Irish fucks began their violent purge of Little Moscow. Anna however, she wasn't going to let innocents get caught up in this bloody fray.

Veering off to a side-road, she quickly signed towards Anton's BMW as it passed her by, "Go to Ivolgin's! I'm taking the rest of these mudaks out!" The look in her emerald eyes, that heated glare, even through the dark tint of her helmet's visor it shown, the eyes of a vengeful demoness. The motorcycle itself even gave a hellish growl as she revved the engine again and sped off further into town. Twas as she neared though...the smell had hit her, so rancid, so putrefying...the unmistakable scent of charred flesh. The odor she knew all to well, as it reminded her of the day she set that fucking cunt of a man ablaze, forcing Grigori to taste the fires of his own personal Hell. Anna was sad to say though it didn't kill the son of a bitch, but maybe she'd track him down again and finish the job.

But right now, there were other important matters.

The two men, the monsters they were, had their flamethrowers leveled on the whimpering mass of women and children, but...they wouldn't scorch a single hair on their heads. Cowards, the both of them. There was no need to pull innocents into their gory vendetta, but that's just how Delaney operated it seemed. Anna would love to set him ablaze and watch him slowly die as he descended into the ravenous jaws of Hell, the sticky concoction of tar and gasoline charring his flesh right down to the bone, until the intense heat splintered them with a satisfying pop.

She was in a rage to say the least, and only seeing red as she revved up the motorcycle again, like a black horse of Death charging to reap the souls of the wicked. The first man she targeted, one of the boys with the heater, she slammed her bike into him at full throttle, rolling the bastard into a mangled heap in the middle of the road. She quickly leapt off of it, letting it skid to a halt before it collided into a building, somersaulting and hastily getting to cover as she brandished the AR she jacked earlier. The redhead was certain after killing one of them flamethrower wielding fucks, the other would be hot on her trail, no pun intended.

Feud of Families: Blood Deep

@BlackPanther Doing great. Finally a day off after this crazy ass week. I'll be getting a post in sometime today.

On the Streets

@Carlsberg

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"Huh? What?"

Mike nearly jumped out of his skin upon hearing a young woman's voice. He had been having...those dreams again, and how they always ended the same, fire and blood, dead bodies all around him, the young Marine clad in his blood soaked combat gear. In his arms...one of his dying brothers choking on red, viscous fluid and metal fragments sticking from his neck. Helicopters soaring over his head as he wrenched back and screamed to the burning skies above...in pain, anger, and sorrow... The war had changed him so much, Mike barely recognized himself anymore.

The scruffy man rubbed his eyes, taking another swig of lukewarm whiskey down his gullet. Fire water, the Native Americans called whiskey, and damn did this one have a good burn to it. He then looked over the girl in front of him, noting her wild colored hair, his vision blurry a bit before it set in and he got a good view of her. "You lost or something, ma'am?" His voice a tad hoarse as he asked, a small cough to clear his throat. Mike figured she had to be around Liz's age....which he wondered, was this her?

"A bit late to be walking around, don't you think? Especially around these parts. You never know what kind of sleazebags could be lurking in these alleys these days. A pretty girl like you, heh, you're pretty much fresh meat to them." Mike chuckled as if he were telling a joke, but in all seriousness he did have concern for the girl.

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After she downed the last sip of her coffee, Liz sighed setting the small cup aside and slumping back in the booth, gazing out the window per usual. She had thought the warmth of the coffee would be enough to soothe the callous chill around her heart, but even so, she could feel it inside her, hurting still. Jen had every right to be angry with her, over the way she acted, and how she treated the only girl who meant the world to her...and so much more. Even more it pained Liz to think back on those few hours, how frigid and bitter she was towards Jennifer, the disdain she had for all those women she slept with....and how Jen had to force herself through it all...

She hurt Jen, and she hurt her bad.... This, Liz deserved.

Christy returned a few moments later to take up her empty cup, still seeing that Liz was downtrodden as the black haired girl barely spoke a word to the waitress. "Everything okay, hun?" She asked, genuinely concerned for Liz. Liz shrugged with another empty sigh, her eyes still tired and bloodshot. How many tears has she shed since then? "Hmm? Yeah, just..." She replied, shortly cut off by Christy, "Thinking about her, aren't you?"

Liz, she was surprised no less this waitress had her all figured out just with a simple glance. But in her profession, she must've seen quite a few broken spirits lingering about this place, seeking some sort of solace....even if it was just from a cup of coffee. The girl nodded slowly, the only reply she gave as she hung her head down, already her eyes feeling heavy again and stinging quite a bit. Christy smiled, another comforting hand resting on Liz's shoulder, "It'll be okay, sweetie. I'm sure she's probably thinking about you right now." Assuming that a girl was the cause of all of Liz's heartache...which was true, but not just any girl. "You want another coffee?" She asked. Politely and quietly Liz declined the offer, "Nah, I'm good. Thanks."

"No problem." Christy replied, then her eyes trailed from Liz over to her guitar beside her. "Hey. Cool guitar. You a musician?"

"Sorta. Why?" Liz inquired raising an eyebrow. Christy answered, "Oh, well umm, sorry if I'm changing the subject here, but a friend of mine owns this bar on Cranberry Street called Jackson Hill. He's looking for some local acts to play there every Friday night, kind of a thing to bring in more customers really. You should probably check it out. Seth, umm that's the guy, said he's paying $200 for every gig, and if you're good he might pay you more." Liz's eyebrow rose a bit more at that. $200 had a nice ring to it, alot more than she got just playing for random people in the street.

With $200 a night, she would be set. Better yet, she could help out Mike. She owed him that much for all the guy did for her, and after all he had been through, he certainly earned a better life for himself.

But also....if she ever saw her again, she could help Jennifer. She wouldn't need to sell her body every night and damage her soul, just for the sake of living another day. She wouldn't have to be some random chick or some play thing for the evening for some bitch's pleasure. No....for $200 a night....she could be Liz's.

Liz just had one question, a smile inching across her lips, "Where did you say that bar was again?"

There's an evil sort of fulfilling feeling when...

On the Streets

@Carlsberg

Chapter 3: Once Fixed, Easily Broken

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That was it...

She was gone...

Was she ever coming back? Liz didn't know.... and really...if Jennifer didn't come back to her...well...she deserved it...

She was tired...having walked so long, her feet practically worn down to the bone because of her cheap shoes. But the pain in her feet....it was a splinter...compared to the torture imposed upon her heart. She felt...like she was bleeding out on the inside, a gash ripped into her chest that would maybe heal over time...but the scar would remain of her wounded heart, a reminder....of the pain she inflicted upon herself...and the only person she...

That sentence she couldn't finish. Even if the feelings were true, genuine, any hopes she had of telling such to Jennifer were dashed to pieces by her own immature jealousy.

Finally...after pushing herself, physically and mentally for such a time.... she collapsed in an alleyway, face down in the dirt and pavement. She didn't even want to get up, even if she had the strength to...the will to continue was fading. Liz was just lucky that someone found her, and that he wasn't a cop.

"Liz? Kid, is that you?" The familiar voice caught her ear, a hoarse whisper of a male. "Jesus Christ, where the fuck were you? I thought you were... Oh man..." Mike...he knew what was up, his rather coarse, protective tone softening upon seeing the downtrodden face of, well, his only friend. "Liz...what happened, girl?" He seemed to know already, but...once Liz's eyes met his and she knew he could see the suffering in the cold ice of her eyes....she broke down in that instant, clinging to the scruffy veteran's camo jacket and sobbing deeply nestled into his shoulder. Mike...even he could feel the very pain he saw in those blue eyes of his friend. He sighed, his muscular arms encircling the poor girl, a gentle reassurance as he hugged Liz, "Hey hey....it's gonna be okay, Liz."

"No it won't, Mike..." Liz whimpered amidst her tears streaming down her cheeks, soaking into Mike's coat no less. "I'm...I'm so fucking stupid..."

Mike frowned, patting Liz on the back while he kept her in the comfort of his arms. The poor kid, she was torn to bits over this girl, which he figured that was what it was Liz was crying about. Either way, the ex-Marine may have had a calloused outer shell, but inside was indeed a heart that felt...and had seen so much. A broken heart was no stranger to him. "You really liked her, didn't you kid?" Liz...she was a bit taken aback how Mike knew. Yes, he told her about Jennifer the day she and the girl first met, but.... well, she reckoned he just put two and two together. Weakly she nodded, a few sniffles. The man, softly he smiled, taking the sleeve of his jacket to dry the girl's eyes. "Liz..." He sighed. "You've been there for me many times, like when those kids threw beer bottles at my head. Remember? You pulled out your switchblade and said you'd fuck them up if they did that again. You always acted like you were tough, that you could take on the whole damn world with just your bare hands. But...even underneath that hard exterior of yours, I had a feeling there was tender heart somewhere, a heart belonging to a girl who's been through so much in her life, her only choice was to get tough or die. And now that I see that heart's breaking, I want to be there for you, Liz. She'll come back, and if she don't...well...as much as it hurts, you can't let it get to you."

Liz...she's dealt with this pain before. Jen wasn't her first....but it was so different this time. She honestly felt as if...she could die of a broken heart. "Thanks...Mike..." She whispered letting go of him and slipping away from his arms. "I think...I'm gonna wander for a bit more. I need time...to process all of this." Mike nodded, "Okay, but don't you be doing anything reckless. Trust me, you ain't the only one who's had their heart broke by a girl. You do some crazy shit sometimes...just thinking it'll numb the pain." By his words...Liz assumed Mike had walked this same trodden path. There wasn't alot she knew about the man, other than he was a veteran wrongly treated by all, his family, his country, and now apparently...someone he deeply loved. "I won't." She agreed. Hell, the only reckless thing she'd probably do would be scoring some weed and smoking the whole bag till her brains were burned out and she lost all touch with reality.

But right now...she didn't feel like getting high, or drunk. For now...she just wanted to wander. "I'll see you later, Mike." She sighed giving a small wave. Mike returned, "Okay kid. Don't worry. Everything works out in the end." Lightly he grinned. Liz tried to smile back, but every attempt to display a false happiness just seemed to fall flat.

She kept on walking down the sidewalk, the brisk air piercing through even the thick fabric of her jacket and causing her to shiver, huddling her arms as close as she could to find some shred of warmth. Not too sooner, she had come across a sign hanging above her that read ~CAFE ROYAL~.

The place was more or less a hang out for all the hipsters and artsy folk of the city, as it appeared by the decor and, in Liz's opinion, the exceptionally tasteful music. Maybe a cup of coffee would lighten her spirits, even if it was getting dark again. Dark...that reminded her... Just let her go, Liz....

She stumbled in, getting a few glances from some of the patrons, few for that matter. She sat down in a booth, setting her guitar by her side and resting her head on the table with a sigh. Minutes later, a blonde haired girl wearing a plain black apron and her hair in a tight bun approached her, a friendly smile upon her face as she asked Liz, "What can I get you, hun?"

Liz perked up a little, looking at the young waitress. She had to be around her age honestly, and yet...to Liz she looked a bit familiar...as though she's seen her somewhere before. Her name tag said Christy; Liz didn't know that name, but her face, definitely recognizable. "Just a small coffee. Two sugars." She replied. "Coming right up." Christy said with a light giggle, but before she turned to leave, Liz stopped her, "Wait umm...Christy, right?" The blonde turned on her heels answering, her eyebrow raised slightly, "Umm, yeah." But as it turned out, she too recognized Liz. "Hey wait a sec. Weren't you at Kitten's the other night? You know, that lesbian club on the far side of town?"

Guilty as charged Liz thought, and yes, she knew who Christy was....the girl she saw Jen hooking up with that night. "Eh, you caught me." She shrugged giving a small, weak chuckle. "I was just looking for a drink that night. Wasn't really in the mood for some action. You?"

Christy blushed a little. She was there alright, but for a drink, no. She had...other reasons. A tad nervous she giggled, "Well...I was there the other night looking for a good time. My girlfriend broke up with me a few days ago and I just needed something to get her off my mind...even if it was just sex with some random chick." Some random chick, that slighted Liz a little how she referred to Jennifer, nevertheless she kept her emotions at bay, resuming to listen. "I hooked up with this one prostitute, eh...Jen I think her name was. She was really cute, and oh my god she was amazing in bed. I think we did it like six times that night. She had really good stamina, but I could barely keep up." She soon realized how much she rambled on, her blush indeed quite present upon her cheeks. "Oh, sorry! I uh... I probably spoiled your appetite, didn't I?"

Liz shook her head, though it did perturb her somewhat listening to Christy recount her tryst with Jen, "It's cool. Ain't the first lurid tale I've heard."

"But you know something." Christy continued, her smile fading into a small frown. "I couldn't help but think of how....sad she looked when we were doing it, like she didn't enjoy it at all. It didn't kill the mood or anything, but....that poor girl.. She looked so dead inside. I let her use my shower and help herself to whatever was in the house, thinking maybe it would cheer her up. Gee, it must really suck being a prostitute, huh?"

"I wouldn't know really." Liz mumbled. Just hearing that alone...it was enough to bring tears back to her eyes, but quick she was to suppress the urge to break down crying again, clenching tight her fist under the table and taking a deep, ragged breath inwards to her lungs quivering. "So, do you think you'll ever see her again?"

"Doubt it." Christy shrugged with a sigh. "The club scene's not really my bag. I mean, it was totally fun hooking up with Jen for one night, but I wouldn't make a habit out of it. I still love my girlfriend Delilah very much, and I'm hoping one day she'll come back to me, and well...even if she doesn't, I'll still love her."

Again Liz was fighting back the tears, an uphill struggle it felt as tighter she balled her fists, until her knuckles were turning white. "That's very sweet of you." She said, a rather fragile smile crossing her lips faintly. But to Christy, even if Liz wasn't laying her head on the table and crying a river to flood the entire damn cafe, the young waitress could tell the black haired girl was hurting pretty bad. "Hey..." She cooed softly with a warm smile, an unexpected but comforting hand resting on Liz's shoulder trembling a bit. "Don't worry about paying for the coffee, hun. It's on the house."

"Thanks." Quietly Liz replied, now with a more genuine expression. The waitress then left her side and returned to the counter to make Liz's coffee. Meanwhile, she stared out the window, gazing through the frosted glass onto the menagerie of city lights gleaming in the velvet of the night, the passing gleam of cars and buses every now and again. Many thoughts crossed her mind, but....one was predominant.

Jennifer... Liz wondered if she would see her again, and...if like how Christy was with Delilah, if Jen didn't come back to her...if she would have the same feelings always...

Blood Suckers vs The Werewolves

@Wraithblade6 Gomenasai! \T^T/ Between work and all my other RPs I'm spent! Dx. I'll try to get a post in as soon as I can

On the Streets

@Carlsberg LizJen is giving me so many feels!!

I'd reply but I have just been barmitzva'd by three baseball teams. I'll try to get one tonight when I get home.

Feud of Families: Blood Deep

@King Tai

Love it! Lotsa awesome characters!

Anyway I may have to get a post in later. Just got on my break and I'm hella tired... Dx

Gang RP: The Rise

@CommisarJhon

As the old Irish addage went, May you be in heaven a full half-hour before the devil knows you're dead. And the devil, in this case a pissed off redheaded Russian woman with a penchant for bloodshed, sporting quite the vicious scowl, knew well those sukas were dead before they even reached the pearly gates.

She slung the AR over her back; it would come in handy later for the bloodbath that was about to go down at her boss' manor in the countryside. Then, taking a few more spare mags from the bodies, along with one of their USP .45s, she nodded to Anton, knowing well where they were going. He didn't even have to say anything about it. She got over to her bike quick enough, slapping down the visor on her helmet and revving the engines with a fearsome war cry. Somebody wanted to fuck with the Bratva today? Then certainly they were gonna have Hell to pay.

The manor wouldn't be the only place though that was getting an Irish shitstorm courtesy of Delaney, that fuck. No, all over Little Moscow black vans would be pulling up. Guns would be blazing, people would be screaming, and blood would be flowing. Apparently they had one hell of a bone to pick with Ivolgin and his associates, those Block 66 guys came to mind. Good bunch of typical gangbangers. Not the sort Anna would really associate with, unless she was looking for someone to grab a drink with from time to time. Nevertheless, they were all walking around with targets on their backs, even her...and of course their boss. A bone to pick. Anna would be picking more than just bones out of their bodies when she got through with them.

She pulled up beside Anton in the middle of the street, signing over to the Russian attack dog quickly, "I'm going on ahead, comrade. Warn the others they've got hell coming. They probably know by now."

On the Streets

@Carlsberg

"Jen! Jen wait!" Liz ran after her. Then...it hit her... All at once the tears began to fall, the pain in her heart ripping her to pieces inside. She grabbed the girl by her arm, pulling her back, her whole body shaking with every hurtful whimper as she wrapped her arms around Jen from behind. "I fucked up, okay! I fucked up! I was wrong about you! I shouldn't have been jealous in the first place...but....dammit! You mean so much to me, Jen. That's why...I didn't want to lose you. I didn't want some other girl taking you away from me. I was so afraid...and...it got the best of me."

Her arms slipped away from the girl, Liz taking a few steps back and sliding against the wall to the ground. She sniffled a bit, wiping her tears off on her sleeve and curling her knees back into her body. "If you're pissed off at me.... I understand. I'll just...I'll leave you alone for now..." The strength she once had, it had felt as if it was sapped from her. Her legs wobbled and buckled as she staggered to her feet, a slow, torturous gait walking away from Jennifer. She figured...after that tirade, after all the shit she pointed towards Jennifer..... it was over...

God....how she hated this city so much...