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An assassin's greatest tool is not the rifle, or the pistol, or the knife, or any amount of explosives. An assassin's greatest tool is their body. The best assassins only need to apply the correct amount of pressure in the correct place to kill a target, or they merely need to loosen a few bolts above where their target is going to speak. But, in the beginning, an assassin must depend upon their rifle, their pistol, their knife, or explosives, for every great must start as a nothing.

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[[OOC: The theme of the game is the life of an assassin. You can kill once per day. There are several weapons, and I will do my best to list them all. You can also upgrade your weapons. You start with a simple pocket knife.

Weapons:

Melee weapons - Melee weapons range from knives for close quarters silent executions to katanas for those crazy enough to kill their target with one...
Pocket knife - 10 dollars 
Hunting knife - 20 dollars
Survival knife - 30 dollars
Bowie knife - 50 dollars
Katana - 100 dollars.

Pistols - Decent range, can be concealed.
FP-45 liberator - 26 dollars - The liberator is a terrible weapon, it literally takes longer to load than to produce, with the production time being 2 seconds and the reload time being 10 seconds. It uses a single shot mechanism. Actual liberators are World War II collector's items, but you can make a fake for 26 bucks.
.38. snub nose revolver - 100 dollars.
Single action revolver - 200 dollars.
Glock-26 - 450 dollars - can be fitted with a silencer for 475 dollars.
Beretta M9 - 700 dollars - can be fitted with a silencer for 550 dollars.
Colt M1911 - 2000 dollars - Standard issue sidearm in the US military from 1911 to 1985, can be fitted with a silencer for 580 dollars.

Submachine guns -
TEC-DC9 - 500 dollars -One of the most feared weapons on the streets, can be outfitted with a silencer for 400 dollars.
Mac-10 - 1000 dollars - Can be outfitted with a silencer for 900 dollars.
MP5 - 2500 dollars - can be outfitted with a silencer for 2000 dollars.

Shotguns -
Hunting shotgun - 200 dollars.

Sniper rifles-
Hunting rifle - 200 dollars
M40 sniper rifle - 2000 dollars
PSG1 - 10000 dollars - can be outfitted with a silencer for 5000 dollars.
Parker Hale M85 - 100000 dollars, can be outfitted with a silencer for 5000 dollars.

Explosives - Each can only be used once.
Pipe bomb - 100 dollars.
Grenade - 1000 dollars
C4 - 25000 dollars
Car ignition bomb - 10000 dollars.

There are more of course, I will put them when people start making enough to afford them.

Clothing - Clothing can affect what jobs you will recieve, it also affects how you blend in with your surroundings. You may want a set of green camoflague for forest assassinations, or you could get a tuxedo for a high profile assassination at a party. You start out with a pair of black sweat pants, a pair of cheap sneakers, and a white T-shirt.

Pants
Sweat pants (blue, black, white, gray) - 5 dollars
Cargo pants (tan, blue, black, woodland camo, urban camo) - 20 dollars
Jeans (blue, black) - 40 dollars
Dress pants (white, blue, black, red, yellow, green) - 100 dollars
Tuxedo pants - 200 dollars

Top
T-shirt (white, black, blue, green, yellow, red) - 2 dollars.
Windbreaker (black, blue) - 20 dollars.
Long sleeve shirt (white, black, blue, green, yellow, red) - 15 dollars
Hooded sweatshirt (white, black, blue, green, yellow, red, gray) - 20 dollars
Leather jacket (black, brown) - 60 dollars.
Winter jacket (black, brown, blue) - 50 dollars.
Camo jacket (woodland, urban, jungle, mud) - 50 dollars.
Sports jacket (blue, black, red, yellow, green, white) - 150 dollars.
Ties (blue, black, red, yellow, green, white, striped) - 20 dollars.
Tuxedo top - 300 dollars.

Shoes
Cheap sneakers (white, black, red, blue) - 10 dollars.
Tennis shoes (white, black, red, blue) - 50 dollars.
Hiking boots - 50 dollars.
Dress shoes (black, brown, white) - 50 dollars.

Extras
Pistol holster - 50 dollars - required to efficiently holster your pistol.
Belt - 10 dollars - required to hold your pants up. (XD)
Ski mask (black, green, blue, tan) - 5 dollars - conceals your identity, but attracts attention.
Gloves
Latex gloves - 2 dollars.
Leather gloves - 10 dollars

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Assassination types
Cheap assassinations - Done in poor areas on targets ranging from crack addicts to small time drug dealers,
pay = 100 dollars
tools required = at least a pocket knife

Upper cheat assassinations - Done in poor areas on targets ranging from murderers to drug dealers.
pay = 500 dollars
tools required = at least a snub nose revolver.

Average assassinations - Done in middle class areas on targets ranging from men who don't pay debts to small time thugs.
pay = 2500 dollars
tools required = at least a silenced glock

Upper average assassinations - Done in middle class areas on targets ranging from small time bosses to smuggling ringleaders.
pay = 5000 dollars
tools required = at least a silenced druganov sniper rifle or silenced Colt 1911.

High profile assassinations - Done in high class districts with targets ranging from mafia Dons to senators.
pay = 25000 dollars
tools required - silenced PSG1 sniper rifle.

Very high profile assassinations - Done in highly secure areas with targets ranging from leaders of countries to multi-billionaires.
pay = 100,000 dollars
tools required: Parker Hale M85 sniper rifle with silencer.

You must do at least ten assassinations in each category to get enough respect for the next.

And finally, use the appropriate clothing for each approach. I don't want anybody using a suit when assassinating a Cuban drug lord in the jungle...and now, have fun...

[[OOC:

Starting out

As I said: You start out with a pocket knife, sweat pants, a t-shirt, and cheap sneakers. You also have ten dollars and a very empty motel room. The motel room costs 20 dollars a day, if you want to sleep on the streets you can, though you have a high chance of getting mugged. Until you buy your first hideout you may only carry one melee weapon and one pistol.
Living area
Low quality motel (roach motel) - 20 dollars a day
Medium quality motel (decent motel, like a Best Western) - 100 dollars a day
High quality motel - 250 dollars a day.
Small hideout - 5000 dollars - can stash three weapons.
Medium hideout - 15000 dollars - can stash six weapons.
Large hideout - 25000 dollars - can stash nine weapons.]]

Edward Deallus looked across the street at his target, a small-time drug dealer who was getting to big for his own good.  Ed casually walked across the street and near the man, who was called C-Dawg by his friends.  C-Dawg called to Ed as he walked past.

"Hey man, I got some good stuff right here.  I know dis is whatcha lookin for around here."

"Hmm let's take a look at it back out of sight so no one gets suspicious."

The two men walked back into the alley, with C-Dawg in front.  Ed then pulled out his knife and jammed it into the back of C-Dawg's neck at the spinal cord, severing it.  C-Dawg pitched sideways and was dead before he even hit the ground.  Ed took everything that he could, which gave him about $100, before heading to his cheap motel a few blocks away.  He managed to get a steak, chips, and an apple from a small place along the way.  He hopped on his uncomfortable bed and went to sleep.

Name: Edward Deallus
Nickname: Ed
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Money: 94 dollars
Weapons: Pocket knife
Clothing:
1 sweat pants (black)
1 T-shirt (white)
1 pair of cheap sneakers (gray)
Kills: 1 cheap assassination
Lodgings: Cheap motel

[[OOC: For the food, just eat a steak and a chicken every day. Ten bucks, nice round number...then you don't even have to think anymore. And no black jeans, pay for a pair, that's all you have to do...]]

[[OOC: You know, they say no shirt, no shoes, no service, but they never make a mention of pants...:-D]]

Outside a run-down motel, a group of gang members were walking through the streets.  They all lean on the walls, smoking something in theit mouths.  After a while, most of them leave but one.  The one stays behind to see if he can mug some passing people.  After a while, the man snoozes off, and falls asleep on the sidewalk.

"You've got to be kidding me, he falls asleep at night on a street?"

Davis Paysmen was walking out of the motel, holding something in his hand.  He aproaches the sleeping man, and kneels at the man's side, poking him awake.

"You should at least be awake," Davis says, and he slits the mans throat.  He grabs one of the matches the man had on him and lit it, but not before taking the man's cool shades.  Davis pulls the body into the dumpster, and throws the match in it.

Davis received a call from the man who assigned him the kill.

"Aight man,  a deals a deal.  The money's right outside the door.  And nice touch about burning the body.  See you around, kid."

Davis goes outside his motel room, grabs the envelope, and walks back in his room, satisfied.

Later, Davis heads over to the local mall, buying a salad and two apples.

Name: Davis Paysmen
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 169 pounds
Money: 92 dollars
Weapons: Pocket knife
Clothing:
1 sweat pants (black)
1 T-shirt (black)
1 pair of cheap sneakers (black)
Kills:
1 cheap assassination
Lodgings: Cheap motel

[[OOC: Nope, we post once per day. :-D]]

[[OOC: Yes, but as in Prominence they may be behind... :-D]]

[Errr... nice list Septim...]

*Killer took his dog out for a walk. It was a scraggly looking mutt, but no one would have suspected what he was about to do. He was just another man walking his dog. Admittedly not too many walked their dogs in these parts, but still it didn't matter. His sneakers smacked loudly against the pavement, the blasted bottoms were loose and falling off. He bend down and with one quick motion pulled the shoes off, which came off easily to their three sizes too big. He left them on the street. No one would pay a second glance in these parts to bare feet anyway. And he had one better also, he had socks on. He continued ambling down the street, the dog unfortunately pulling him faster with its leash. Not one for cruelty to animals, Killer let himself be carried along instead of yanking the dog back and strangling its scrawny neck.
            He arrived quickly to where he wanted to go, with some difficulty steering the dog the right way. It was a small house, but it still towered over most of the other run-down, dilapidated buildings. He rung the bell, surprised when he heard it actually made a noise. A man answered the door, his target. "Who the hell are you? I hope you're not selling anything, I can't stand those people." Killer smirked, and answered. "I am selling something. Death." With that he drew his pocket knife and pushed the man inside out of view, stabbing him repeatedly. He took his shoes, ordinary sneakers, closer to his size then the last ones, and stole the man's wallet, and quickly ran off into the night, the dog close behind. He opened the wallet when back in the hotel, and found ninety dollars within, but nothing else. The man had deserved it, a one-time killer, and had let another man take the blame... Killer slipped out into the night to buy some food, and brought a tin of dog food back for his dog(10 dollars)*

Name: Unknown
Nickname: Killer
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 135 lbs.
Money: 50 dollars

Weapons:
 Pocket knife
Dog(?)

Clothing:
1 sweat pants (black)
1 T-shirt (black)
1 pair of cheap sneakers (black)

Kills:
1 cheap assassination

Lodgings: Cheap motel

John began walking towards the bridge where all the bums hide under. He was young and knew he was ready, as his ancestors had gone before him. He walked under the bridge and found a Shantyville. There were many there but he didn’t have to ask as he could see the Rolex the man had stolen shining in the morning light.  He waited for him to be alone and saw him leave to go relieve his bladder. John walked up behind the stupefied drunk, and jammed the knife through his temple, killing him instantly. He fell to the ground so John removed the watch and rolled his soiled body into the river.

He was paid 100 dollars for his efforts. He decided to take up lodging in a cheap motel. John went to the market and bought a salad and an apple. He returned home exhausted and went to sleep.

Name: John Bellingham
Nickname:None
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 203 lbs.
Money: 94 dollars
Weapons: Pocket knife
Clothing:
1 sweat pants (black)
1 T-shirt (white)
1 pair of cheap sneakers (gray)
Kills:
1 cheap assassination
Lodgings: Cheap motel]]

Sitting quietly on a bed in a bad motel room he looked around him, it was the kind of place you wouldn't even take a hooker, there were holes in the wall, stains and burns on the carpet, there was no hot water, and the rats didn't give a dam who saw them stealing food. One that he had seen in the hallway looked as though it would jump any cat that looked at him the wrong way. But he had made to many enemies to live on the streets, one good thing about cheap motels in bad part of town, is that most of them carried heavy locks. As he got up from the bed it groaned like an old mans knees, he walked over to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, for the most part he was average looking, fairly tan, short brown hair, no beard. The only feature that stood out were his eyes, a grey-blue color that had a ring of darker blue around it, looking into them they appeared animal like, like a predator that showed no emotion. Splashing some water on his face he looked back at himself, his sinister look was accented by the flickering light in the bathroom. Walking back he sat down on the protesting bed and began sharpening his knife, this relaxed him some, he enjoyed the way metal shone in the light, the neverchanging stability and nobility of it all, flesh was nothing to it, it had a job, and it did it's job well. Just as he began getting lost in some of his happier memories the phone rang, effectively throwing off his train of thought. No one knew he was here, except one man, and he didn't know the room number. Picking up the phone he asked calmly, "Who's this." he heard a familiar voice on the other line, "You know dam well who this is." this wasn't good, he was always contacted in person, or by a certain payphone, "How'd you know I was here?" "What are you playin at? Next time don't register the room to Smith, how many smith's you know in the hood?" he had a point, he wouldn't make the same mistake again, "So why'd you call?" "Don't play a fool wit me, I want those rocks,  you can keep whateva other sh** you foun in his pockets. Swing by and I'll pay you for da gank. Then I got another errand I need you to run." surprised he was still employed after not reporting directly to him, he agreed and hung up.

         Walking down through the littered streets of the city he saw a bike that had been losely chained and locked to a no parking sign, "dumbass" he muttered as he lifted the bike up over his head, struggling for a moment to get the chain slipped over the sign. As soon as it was set free he wasted no time pedaling off, the sun was starting to rise, and he didn't feel like killing someone in brood daylight for a bike. Now he set off at a faster, if less intimidating manner towards Big D's chop-shop.

        Stepping into the small, stuffy, dimly lit office he was met by the usual cloud of strong cigar smoke. Looking around at what he could see through the haze it appeared to be a normal office, stacks of files, some loose papers, hell even a computer, but a couple of things weren't right, firstly there was large black thug in a muscle shirt staring him down from the corner, openly weilding a gun in one of his hands that was crossed over his body, and secondly there were several small stacks of money on the desk, a brick of weed, and a crack pipe. Finally he looked at Big D, who had successfully earned his name by the looks of things, he was big, and the office chair he was currently torturing seemed as though it was going to give out at any moment. Looking at his face, the glowing source of the smoke showed itself, a large cigar sticking out sideways from a fat, bald head. Smith started to walk towards the wood and leather chair in front of D's desk, "Man wat makes you think you gonna need to sit down. you ain't gonna be here that long." D boomed out of the side of his mouth, "Gimme da rocks." Taking the large ziploc bag out of his pants he laid it on the desk, D snapped at the armed gorilla in the corner, "Yo give em his money." The man standing in the corner approached him and shoved some folded twenties into his chest. Smith would have like nothing better at that point than to break all of his fingers, unfourtunately he didn't have a gun, and the big smirking *beep* in front of him did, and so did everyone in this building actually.... he really needed a gun. Taking the money he counted it quickly, there was 120 bucks there, "You got an extra buck in there for bringing the rocks back here instead of wastin my time trackin you down." Stashing the money he looked back at D, expecting his next assignment, "The next stupid motha ****** I need you to cut up should be easy, you know the gang we've been fueding with about territories by the subway, find one of em and slice em up real good, leave em as close to their territory as you can get, it's a fear thing, so make it look good." D waved him off, "you got two days." he didn't waste time leaving, the gorilla in the corner had already begun walking towards him. Outside he found his bike was still there, he smiled, a rare thing, in this neighborhood setting something outside D's was better than locking it. Going a little bit out of the way to McDonalds he got a Chicken salad. He would wait till tommorrow night to do the hit.

 [[OOC:

Name: Zach Pearson

Nickname: Smith

Height: 6' 1/2"

Weight: 195 lbs

Money: 187

Weapon: pocket knife

Clothing:

1 black jeans (pleeease, I dont want it to seem like we're in uniform)

1 white T-shirt

1 cheap pair of sneakers (gray)

Kills:

1 cheap assasinations

Lodgings: will be a cheap motel]]

[[OOC: Coffee = 2 dollars. And btw, you no longer have to have a specific gun to do certain assassinations. Instead you must complete ten of the previous type. Also, if you do not have the right weapon for the job (you kill the president with a pocket knife), then they'll have a positive ID on you, meaning you must do something to shake them.
Hide out for a while - Cost: 100 dollars, works if caught doing a bad upper cheap assassination (pocket knife rather than a low quality {100-150 dollar} pistol. You lose three days.
Blackmail a political figure - Cost: 10000 dollars, works if caught doing a bad medium assassination (using a low quality weapon (0-200 dollars)). Take pictures of an important political figure in a disgraceful situation.
Facial Reconstructive Surgery - Cost: 100000 dollars, works if caught doing any bad assassination. Your face is changed drastically, you recieve new fingerprints, you also recieve a new identity.

Weapon price required:
Cheap: 0+
Upper cheap: 100+
Medium: 200+
Upper medium: 400+
High profile: 600+
Upper high profile: 1000+ (good idea to make this a sniper rifle...) ]]

Septim woke up to an annoying buzz and turned off his sad excuse for an alarm clock. He got up, grabbed his pocket knife, and walked out the door. After tailing a homeless man for two hours he finally manages to cut the man's throat with his pocket knife. He then takes a parcel of pictures from his body (wearing his latex gloves). He runs off and gives the pictures to his client and recieves 100 dollars. Septim pays his rent, buys a salad and two apples, and eats. He then watches TV until he falls asleep.

[[OOC:
Name: Jack Harris
Nickname: Septim
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Money: 208 dollars
Weapons: Pocket knife
Clothing:
1 sweat pants (black)
1 T-shirt (white)
1 pair of cheap sneakers (gray)
Kills: 
3 cheap assassination
Lodgings: Cheap motel]]

*Looks at his phone*

Target infomation:

Name: Alex Morgen
Nickname: Corrupt
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Occupation: Small time Drug Dealer

*close his phone*

Slade then Walks to the laundrymate were he picks up his tighty whitys from then he walks to the ghetto were he spots corrupt.
He watchs as Corrupt and his Lapdogs bully around drug addicts that cant pay there debt, Slade walks over to where corrupt and his lapdog Ashten and his brother Becker are.
Becker yells out"What do you want white boy" Ashten yells"your in the wrong hood B!tch"
*Slade laughs and starts to run towards them*

The three men laugh back and Becker and Ashton pull out switch blades Becker takes a stab at Slade but Slade grabs his arm and snaps it.

*Becker falls to the ground screaming*

then Ashton slashes at Slade so slad grabs his neck and snaps it in four diffrent places.

*Ashton drops to the ground*

Slade grabs both knifes and walks towards corrup.t
Corrupt starts pleading "please man come on you dont have to do this, i can hook you up anything you wan come on man"

*Slade stabs both switchbaldes into corrupts legs*
*Corrupt falls to the ground*

Slade then Shouts "BITE THE GUTTER SCUMBAG"
*Corrupt still pleading not to kill him*

*Slade grabs corrupts head and places his mouth on the gutter*

Slade then laughts and as he gutter stomps Corrupt
Slade then goes though Corrupts pockets to collect $50 in cash and a peanut
Becker then got up and Sreamed"You killed my brother YOUR A DEAD MAN"

*becker then runs towards Slade*

and ask quick as lighting slade grabs one of the switch blades from Corrupts leg and slices Beckers throat.

*Becker Drops to the ground and lies in a puddle of blood*

then then gets and his phone from his pocket and replys to the message he got earlier

Target Eliminated 

Slade then Walks back to his hotel and buys a chicken and an Apple ans sits down on his bed and eats it.

[[OOC: this is like my first RP so im sorry in advance if you think its *beep*]]

Ed sat in his apartment and waited for his next job.  He recieved a text with his target and he strolled out of the apartment.  It was a rainy day and was also later in the evening.  He pulled his ballcap lower over his eyes and he put his shades away since it was too dark for them.  He saw his target walk into a pharmacy, and then he came out several minutes later with a number of bags.  Ed walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Watcha got in the bags there Hal?"
"Wha? How do ya know meh name? Who are you?"
"Let's just say I am interested in what ya got.  Let's go over here so we can make a....business transaction."
"Yah, whateva buddy.  Just make it quick cuz I gotta be places and gettin wet in dis rain."

Ed led Hal into the alleyway next door to the pharmacy and sat on a dumpster.  Hal opened his bag and glanced over at Ed.
"So what can I put you down for?  I'm friends with the doc so he gets me what I need."
"Is that so....? Well just come over here and lemme have a look."

Hal walked over to Ed and when he looked down in his to grab some items.  Ed casually pulled out his knife and cut Hal's throat.  Hal grasped at the air, trying to save himself from his death, but he had no chance.  He fell forward and died as he tried breathing through his torn throat.  Ed then took some trash bags from the dumpster, wrapped Hal's body in them, and placed his body inside.  He did manage to get $100 for taking him out and bought some food on the way home before going to sleep.

Name: Edward Deallus
Nickname: Ed
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Money: 150 dollars
Weapons: Pocket knife
Clothing:
1 Cargo Pants (Urban Camo)
1 Long-Sleeved T-shirt (Black)
1 pair of tennis shoes (Black)
1 pair of shades (Black)
1 baseball cap (random team)
Kills: 3 cheap assassinations
Lodgings: Cheap motel

[[OOC We don't need cars until we get into medium assassinations, so don't worry...]]

Jack sits in an old crackhouse, his three victims dead around him.
"Jack! Good to meet you, I'm you!" says a voice.
Jack turns to see himself, but yet, not himself. The man he sees is a darker, colder looking version of himself.
"I am Septim," says the man.
"But...I am Septim..." says Jack.
"No, you're Jack, I am Septim," says Septim.
"How?" asks Jack.
"I am everything you should be, I am cold, ruthless, and cunning, you are nervous, depressed, and soft," says Septim, "You are pathetic, I am not."
"What the hell is going on?" asks Jack.

***

The alarm clock begins buzzing and Jack turns it off.
Weird dream...
He then brushes his teeth and goes to the bathroom. And as he picks up his pocket knife he begins to feel light-headed. His legs feel weak and he falls upon his bed.

***

Jack gets up, looking around he finds that he is in his motel room. A plastic container sits upon his table and thirty-seven dollars sits on top of it. He walks over and looks to see that the plastic container has a small twenty dollar cell phone next to it. The container itself houses a salad and two apples.
"W-what the hell is this?" he asks himself.
"I did our job, and got something that should help us, along with the food," says a voice from the bathroom.
Jack runs into the bathroom to see Septim in the mirror.
"I also organized it so that our contact will send text messages rather than leaving dead drops...more efficient. Don't worry, the job was done, and it was done well," says Septim.
"I'm imagining things!" yelled Jack.
"No you're not, when you blacked out, I took over. Now why don't you go eat, I'm starving," says Septim.
Jack blinks and Septim is replaced with Jack's own reflection. Jack takes Septim's advice, as he is hungry, and eats the food. He then plugs in his cell phone and goes to bed.

[[OOC:
Name: Jack Harris
Nickname: Septim
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Money: 243 dollars
Weapons: Pocket knife
Clothing:
1 sweat pants (black)
1 T-shirt (white)
1 pair of cheap sneakers (gray)
Items:
Cheap cell phone
Kills: 
4 cheap assassination
Lodgings: Cheap motel]]

[[OOC: You can have the dog, but first, how did you get it? Was it a stray? If so it's free. :-). And dog food costs about fifteen dollars for a week.]]

[[OOC: It's fifteen dollars in real life for a pretty big bag of dry dog food that can last a week for one dog. That's why it's that price. :-) ]]

[[OOC: I know, but you need to pay twenty bucks to get one...you don't have one yet!]]

Davis was watching the news, which was reporting the people Davis had killed missing.  He was glad he had hid the bodies or burnt them.  Davis had gotten no job yet that day, and had a nice, relaxing day.  Until 4:17.

"Heh, Richard, you know there are more people like me out there," Davis said.

"Yeah,"  Richard said, "Well, in other cities.  No one else as good here."

"Haha, I could name twelve people here that do a better job as me."

"I don't believe any of them burnt the evidence.  Anyway, I got a short job.  One of my men just got ripepd off."

"Another addict?" Davis asked.

"Yeah, but he's easy to notice.  Just head on down to the Burven neighborhood.  He's house is covered in trash and warnings from the city for not taking care of his house.  And I got a question.  You keeping my phone in good condition?  I spent 300 dollars when I bought that three years ago."

"I put it on the charger, I hadle it carefully, and I'll cal you back when I'm done."

Davis put the phone on the table, got his shades, grabbed a couple of bus tokens, and headed down to Burven.

***

"Man, Richard wasn't kidding.  Look at this place."

The lawn was covered in soda cans, scraps of paper, warning notes, loose bits of metal, and what look to be the remains of a paper bag.  Davis, watched his step as he went up to the door, rang the doorbell, and saw a clumsy looking man open the door.

"Whadda want, boy?  Can't you see I'm busy?"  he yelled.

Davis walked in, shut the door, and pulled his knife from his pocket.

"You won't be busy for long."

Davis stabbed it into the man's chest, and the man dropped onto the ground. Dead.

"Can't these people learn that drugs are bad for you?"

Davis pulled the body outside, into a run-down courtyard.  He grabbed one of the matchs on the man, and starts a flame.

"These people make starting a fire so much more easier," Davis said as he threw the flame onto the corpse.  He grabbed his knife, wiped the doorknob he touched, and walked out, heading back to the bus stop.

***

"Man, I'm starting to run out of compliments here.  Here's your cash,  I gotta get back to my crib," Richard said, amazed at how well Davis was doing in his first three kills.

"Thanks.  Aight, I gotta get to the mall, buy me some new shoes.  Maybe a shirt too."

"Heh, though so.  Those sweatpants and shirt are getting pretty old.  Cya, kid."

Richard walked out of the cafe, and Davis grabbed his coffee, threw away his salad plate and apple cores, and headed out the cafe, towards the nearby mall.

Name: Davis Belms
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 169 pounds
Money: 137 Dollars
Weapons: Pocket knife
Clothing:
1 T-Shirt (white)
1 pair of jeans (black)
1 black belt
1 pair of tennis shoes (white)
Kills: 
3 Cheap Assassinations
Lodgings: Cheap Motel ($20/day)

[[Go long posts!!!]]

Davis was sitting in the corner of his room, drinking the left over coffee, when he got a text message.  Davis was extremely jittery and accidently dropped the phone in the coffee.

"Damn, now I owe Richard a phone."

[[There, happy?]]

O_o im keeping my phone

[[OOC: I can see that now...

"In today's news, an assassin was mugged today. We know it's an assassin that got mugged and not a normal person, but the law doesn't. Nobody has attempted to arrest him after this discovery for unknown reasons. In other news..."]]

O_o its my phone i got it for Christmas From my mum
XD

[[If I keep this up I'm just gonna write a book :D.]]

[[Sorry, but I have mandatory things to do this weekend durin freshmen orientation so I will be makin this short and simple until at least monday...I am NOT leaving as Septim keeps stating everywhere]]

Ed went and bought himself a new cell phone.  With it, he recieved his next target via a text.  His target's name was Chad, a very small time drug dealer who ripped off a friend of Ed's client.  Ed simply walked up behind Chad, grabbed him around his neck, dragged him into a side alley, and broke his neck.  He then put him into a trash bag and threw him into a pile of trash, $100 richer. 

Name: Edward Deallus
Nickname: Ed
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Money: 150 dollars
Weapons: Pocket knife
Clothing:
1 Cargo Pants (Urban Camo)
1 Long-Sleeved T-shirt (Black)
1 pair of tennis shoes (Black)
1 pair of shades (Black)
1 baseball cap (random team)
Kills: 3 cheap assassinations
Lodgings: Cheap motel