Trash Panda

A Day and a Night of Crime

My writer's block vanished when I had this stroke of genius :D Vinny blows up a building and starts a war lol hopefully things can start moving again in this RP

A Day and a Night of Crime

After the confrontation with the Campione girl, Vinny and Antonio took a cab to the other side of town, deep within Addario territory. They stopped at what looked like an old, abandoned building and got out –they didn’t pay because the driver was another Addario member who owed Vinny a favor– walking up to the rusty front doors. The building was reported as too dangerous to enter (or so the police thought), which was why it made the perfect hideout for the Blood Collectors. The cops would never suspect the infamous crew had made it their home, and they would never bother to check for fear of a collapse inside.

Vinny pushed the door open, wincing at the loud groan the rusted thing made. He always hated that noise. The two men slipped inside, closing the door behind them, and flipped on the light. Despite the dilapidated exterior, the inside was surprisingly well-furnished. Stolen décor bedecked the room. There were velvet loveseats, leather couches, cherry wood tables, and antique lamps. Just walking into the room was like taking a trip back in time to the early 1900’s –except for a few modern amenities. Taking up a large portion of the eastern wall was a large flat screen television, and sitting on the coffee table was a wireless home phone.

Antonio made himself right at home on the loveseat, swinging his legs up and resting his head on one of the armrests. He stretched and let out an exaggerated yawn. Vinny rolled his eyes and sat on the couch across from him, placing his elbows on his knees and dropping his chin into one hand. He stared at the phone. He was expecting a call from the Caporegime in charge of his district. Supposedly, the boss had a job for him and his crew. He just hoped it wasn’t another murder like the one earlier that day. It was much too soon to try anything as flamboyant as that again.

The phone rang.

“Yo,” Vinny answered, leaning back into the couch and kicking his feet up on the coffee table. “Vinny’s Arson and Assassination Service; we have a great deal on bank robbery this afternoon. How can I help you?”

“Ha ha,” came the sarcastic reply. “Very funny, Vincenzo. Now, could you take this business just a tiny bit more seriously for once? You’re gonna get yourself iced if you don’t cut the crap. Anyway, yeah, I got a job for ya. It’s real simple. Remember that little shopping square on Third Street? You know: the one with the movie theater and those restaurants. Well right now that place is up in the air, speaking in terms of who owns it. All you gotta do is give those Campione punks a little something to say we’re claiming it for Addario. Maybe throw in some ‘fireworks,’ if you catch my drift. Get your buddies together, and get to it, Vincenzo.”

The Capo hung up. Vinny snorted. The Caporegime think they’re so high and mighty. Still, he didn’t really feel like fighting with the superiors today. He turned to Antonio, who had fallen asleep on the chair. Typical. He pulled off a shoe and pegged his sleeping companion right in the nose. Antonio let out a howl of pain and rolled off the loveseat.

“C’mon, ya slug,” Vinny drawled. “We got a job to do. Call the others and tell ‘em to meet us on Third. Oh, and gimme my shoe back.”

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An hour later, Vinny and Antonio stood on the corner of Third Street along with two other members of the Blood Collectors: Dante and Caprice. Dante had an Element Core, which would help with the aforementioned ‘fireworks,’ and Caprice… Well, she was more vicious than any of the male crew members.

“Alright, so here’s the plan,” Vinny said, leaning against the wall of a building with his arms crossed over his chest. “Antonio, you’ll distract the cops –don’t look at me like that, you’ll be fine– and I’ll cover you by putting a confusion hex on them. Dante, see that little restaurant over there? It’s just inside Campione territory. You and I are gonna make it go boom. Caprice, you get the honor of smiting any Campione goons who are stupid enough to try and stop us. Got it?” The others nodded. “Good. Let’s move.”

The plan worked well to start. Vinny cast a simple Confusionem Infligere spell on the police in the area. There were only five or six of them, so the toll wasn’t too great. The black vines only reached to about halfway up Vinny’s forearm. Antonio caused a scene by using his Trick Core to levitate two trash bins. He flung them around, making them look as if they were chasing the cops who, because of Vinny’s confusion hex, scattered in a panic.

Vinny and Dante instigated phase two of their plan. They made their way to the restaurant on Campione turf. Vinny summoned Monstrum Acerbum, instructing the beast to tear up the inside so Dante could set fire to it more easily. Hopefully that would cause a bigger blast. Vinny glanced back at Caprice to make sure she was still in position in case any Campione members showed up. He grinned. Things were going even better than expected so far.

The Hive

enkas said
Summer, perhaps when you post your IC post, you can also post for the people of the village as well?

Sure thing! I'll try to get a post up either tonight or tomorrow

A Day and a Night of Crime

I've been meaning to post again here, but I have writer's block for this topic for some reason @.@

I promise I'm not ditching; I just need some time to think up my next post. Sorry!

The Island

I kept my promise! My post is up :D

The Island

Clara stumbled across the beach, sand filling her loafers. The grains rubbed uncomfortably against her feet, so she took the shoes off. She tried to orient herself and get out of the haze her mind was in by running through facts. Maybe that would make the whole situation a little bit easier.

Fact: The plane crashed. Why? She wasn't sure, but she did know her luck had plummeted to an all time low.

Fact: She had somehow landed on an island that, as far as she knew, was in the middle of nowhere in the pacific ocean. At least that was one good thing. The plane could have gone down over an empty stretch of water and she could have drowned.

Clara saw what looked like two figures beneath a tree up ahead. Her eyes widened in surprise and relief.

Fact: She wasn't alone on the island.

She picked up her pace, wanting to reach the others as fast as she could. As she got closer, she was able to make out a few more details. There was a boy and a girl. The girl looked injured, but Clara couldn't tell how badly. Both of them were pretty bedraggled, though. She suddenly felt self-conscious about her own appearance. In her career, image was everything, so she couldn't help but worry about looking unruly. She forced herself to put the thought aside. She just came out of a plane crash! What did it matter if she didn't have perfect hair and flawless skin? It's not like there would be a photo shoot on an uninhabited island.

"Um hey," Clara said when she reached the two people. She stared at her feet and tried not to stare at the girl's injuries. Blood always made her feel woozy. She realized she hadn't planned this out at all; she was at a loss at what else to say. Silence drew out awkwardly as Clara shuffled her bare feet, burying her toes in the sand. "So, um, do either of you know where we are?" She bit her lip. It was a stupid thing to ask. Of course they wouldn't know where they were, and the girl was in no state to reply. Clara wanted to run, she was so embarrassed, but she also didn't want to leave them. As far as she knew, there were no other survivors and she didn't want to end up on her own again.

The Hive

SoNem flew aimlessly, hardly aware of the presence of the other dragons around him. The only reminder was the occasional brush of his wing tips with someone else’s or the passing thought of another dragon through mind-speak. None of them spoke aloud, and the night air was rendered into a mournful silence. Try as he might, SoNem couldn’t get the picture of the Queen’s final moment out of his head. He felt an emptiness deep in his hearts that he had never felt before, and he didn’t know how to cope with it. He tried suppressing it, but it always reared its ugly head again when his thoughts flitted back to the poachers.

He wondered passively how long they had been flying. It felt like days now, but it couldn’t have been more than three or four hours. His shoulders strained as he beat his leathery wings, his muscles slowly wearing down as his endurance faltered. Looking around, he saw the dark forms of dragons descending into the forest below. It appeared he wasn’t the only one tired of flying. He tilted his head to eye the ground, searching for a place to land among the trees.

“SoNem!”

The voice pierced through the silence, and startled him awake. SoNem craned his neck around to see who had called out his name. There, a little ways back, a small Erithian dragonelle fluttered towards him, beating her wings rapidly to try to catch up. He recognized the emerald and gold scales of his serf, Istaria. He felt a wave of relief that she had gotten out alright, and slowed to a gentle glide so she could reach him.

“What happened? Why did the Queen tell us to leave the Nest?”

Istaria stared at him with wide, confused eyes. She always was a timid one. SoNem hesitated. He felt the need to protect her, but he knew she was a fully grown dragonelle – even if she was half his size – and she could handle the truth. He angled his head slightly so he could meet her gaze. He could see the moonlight reflecting in her amber eyes, and imagined his own looked the same way.

Humans. They invaded the Queen’s cave and murdered her. She didn’t even have time to defend herself.

Even though they were right next to each other, SoNem preferred to use mind-speak. He didn’t want to break the solemn quiet any more than Istaria already had. Upon explaining the horrific attack to her, he felt a fresh pang of despair. Where could they possibly go now? He had lived in the Nest since he was a hatchling and, like all the other young dragons, didn’t know anything about the outside world. His head began to hurt.

Let’s just find a place to rest. I don’t want to think about this anymore.

Istaria watched SoNem with sadness in her eyes. She had never seen him act this way before. He was always so boisterous and full of life, but now he was just an empty shell of his former self. She couldn’t blame him, though. Witnessing the murder of their beloved Queen would change any dragon, no matter how hard his hearts were. She let silence draw out between them as they glided down to a small clearing in the forest below.

The foliage was soft underfoot and the trees were dense, so any humans who might happen to be wandering nearby would have a difficult time spotting them. SoNem decided it would make a decent place to spend the rest of the night. He tucked his sore wings against his back and lay down, curling his tail around his body. Istaria did the same a few meters away. She dozed off quickly – the long flight took a harsher toll on her smaller frame – but sleep didn’t come quite as easily to SoNem. He closed one eye, leaving the other one open to look out for humans, and tried to let his consciousness fade away. Instead, his mind was stuck on an unending loop of the earlier attack and questions as to how the hundreds of now-homeless dragons would survive.

The Hive

We're just waiting on a post from Low, then I'll add my next one :)

The Island

I'm sorry >.< I totally meant to reply last night, but I was babysitting and I forgot about it...

I'll try to add a post later today, I promise!

The Island

I'm still here! I was just working on a supah long post for another RP. I'll add one here in a bit