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After waking up and getting a chicken salad down at the burger place, he went shopping a little, he got a black t shirt to replace the stained one, which he had already ditched and burned. Walking around with your shirt off was still more common than walking around with a bloody white t shirt on. He also bought some latex gloves, his face might be pretty common, but his fingerprints sure as hell weren't. His last item was a cheap phone, he didn't want to have to stare down gorilla man every time he got a new job. He went by the bosses to giving him the number and collect his money. "Man you cut that sum*beep* up good." D said out of the side of his mouth, "Good thing too, thugs ain't scared of a coward, kinda mo-f***** that just sneaks up and ganks ya in the liver, what you did to dat foo, that sh*t sends a message." D waved and gorilla man gave him his money, with considerably less smirk this time. "O' course I'm still gonna needya to do a few more jobs before I can trust ya, the guy you took out has a cousin, he's trying to get some of his peeps all riled up and hunt you down, it would be in your interest and mine to stab this mo-f***** fore' he stabs you." Smith nodded and walked out, nothing else needed to be said. [[OOC: Name: Zach Pearson Nickname: Smith Height: 6' 1/2" Weight: 195 lbs Money: 249 Weapon: pocket knife Clothing: 1 black sweatpants 1 blackT-shirt 1 cheap pair of sneakers (gray) 1 pair of latex gloves Kills: 3 cheap assasinations Lodgings: cheap motel]] | ||||
[[Sry forgot to change any of my stuff in my last post]] Name: Edward Deallus | ||||
For two days Jack lets Septim handle the killings, not wishing to get himself involved any longer. [[OOC: | ||||
It was 3:19 A.M. when a light turned on in an old motel. Davis was waking up because his phone was ringing. He grabbed it, and hit 'Talk'. "Whoever's calling me better have a good reason for it," Davis said sleepily. "Sorry, Davis," Richard said. "I just got the name of one of your enemies. He goes by the name of Leon and hangs around Parkers Avenue. He's ripped off countless dealers, and negotiated two people to follow him at all times. You'll have to find a way to distract them, or you can go bold. If you do kill them in daylight, I'll let you borrow this Glock you got off the guy." "No thanks," Davis said. "I'll find a way to get them out of there. As for now, I need sleep." "You and me both. Cya," Richard said. Davis put the phone back on the charger, and falls asleep the moment he fell on the bed. *** "I swear, this cafe has got the best coffee ever." Davis was back at the cafe he had gone the days before. His salad container was sitting on the table, empty. He took the container, grabbed his phone, and threw it away. Davis paid for his meal, and walked out, ready for anything. He pulled out his silver phone, and called Richard. "Alright, what road again?" Davis asked. "Parkers Avenue." Richard said. "He'll be around that old corner store. His guards should be close by. Any ideas how you'll do it?" "You know me," Davis said. "I always make my plan as I go along." "Yeah, well, be careful." Richard ended the call, and Davis stuck the phone into his pocket. He grabs a bus token, and takes the bus to Parkers Avenue. *** Davis was sitting in a bench, looking for Leon. He was drinking his coffee, which was still warm. His knife was in his pocket, sitting next to his phone. The sky was partly cloudy, and the wind fairly calm. The people took no notice of Davis, as he finally saw his target. Davis grabbed his phone, and took a picture of Leon. He then quickly put it away, but then disaster stuck. Leon saw Davis. "Hey, you!" "This is it," Davis said, as he ran. Leon had grabbed a gun from his pocket and was now firing at Davis, taking no notice of how many innocent people he was killing. Davis took a corner, and ran down an alley. He quickly crawled under the dumpster, and waited. Leon ran into the alley, with his two bodyguards. "Where is the guy?" one of them said. 'I don't know," which Davis took as Leon. "Keep searching, I'm gonna check the park." Davis heard footsteps, as soon as those footsteps were out of hearing, Davis pulled out his knife, threw a rock at a box of boxes, and crawled out. "What happened?" one of the bodyguards said. "I don't know, maybe he's in that pile!" "Quick, lets c-" The guard was cut off by Davis slitting his throat. The guard fell down dead, a pistol falling out of his pocket. Davis quickly grabbed it and shot the other guard, who was grabbing something from his pocket, in the head. Davis pocketed the gun, and ran out, into the park, after Leon. "Well, this park is deserted," Davis said. "There isn't any people even close by this park. "Except me," said a voice closeby. Davis turned around, pulling the pistol out, and saw Leon pulling his gun out. Davis fired at Leon, hitting the man in the chest. Leon fell to the ground, and Davis walked up to the man. "You bastard!" Leon yelled. Davis grabbed his knife, and stabbed it into Leon's chest. Leon let out one more yell, and then he went limp. Davis pulled his blade out, wiped it on Leon's jacket, and ran as fast as he could. *** Richard was outside a motel, waiting for Davis to show up. Davis ran towards Richard, panting. "I did it Richard," Davis said. "You were right, it was hard. I didn't know those people had guns." "Yeah, well I supsect they'll all have guns," Ricahrd said. "You get shot?" "No," Davis said, "But I'm sure I left a million fingerprints." "You didn't get rid of the evidence?" "You think I would stop to think that?" Davis said. "I'm almsot sure someone heard me shoot Leon with his guard's gun." "You killed the guards?" Richard asked. "Yeah, well, Leon saw me first, and killed a lot of people with stray shots." "WHAT!?!" Richard yelled. "Yeah, I know," Davis said. "But if the police find out it was me who kileld him, they'll think it was self defence. Hell, it was." "Here," Richard said. "Take this steak and cash. You might want to look into buying a gun. I know a friend who sells all kinds of weapons. Just give me a call." "Alright, thanks Richard," Davis said. "No problem," Richard answered. He then left towards a bus stop, and Davis quickly digged into his steak. He then went up to his hotel room, to take a short nap. *** Davis wakes up at around 4:21. Davis remembered Richard's offer about a gun dealer. He grabs his phone, and calls Richard. 'Yo, Richard," Davis said. "Davis," Richard said. "What you want?" "Well, I was wonder if you could tell me more about this gun dealer." "Oh, yeah," Richard said. "I'll tell him to meet you at the mall at 5." "Alright, I'll see him then." Davis snaps the phone closed, and heads out the motel, towards the mall. *** Davis was at the mall a quarter before the gun dealer was supposed to come. In the mean time, Davis bought a pair of leather gloves. He then went to the entrance of the mall, waiting for someone to show up. He then saw a junky SUV pull up to the mall. The man saw Davis and beckoned him to come. Davis walked up to the car, and the man got out of the car. "Man, I don't know why Richard thought the mall was the best place," the man said. "I know," Davis said. "But the gun's gonna be concealed, right?" "Yeah, so what'cha want?" "I'll have one of those," Davis said as he pointed to a snub nose revolver. "Good choice for a starting assassin. Good quality for the price, and easier to reload than a liberator. One ben. I'll even throw in three clips for free." "Here," Davis said, giving the man a wad of cash. The man grabs a bag, and puts in the revolver and three clips of ammo. The man looks around for people, and then gets into his car, and drives off. Davis quickly walks back to his room, to get some sleep. Name: Davis Belms [[MY POSTS ROCK!!!!!]] | ||||
Smith awoke to a knock at the door, opening it slowly, someone shoved a letter at him, saying gruffly, "D says hi motha f****" taking the evelope he closed the door and went to sit on his bed, D had some rude employees. When opened it he found 200 dollars and a simple note, "One for before, one for now." 5 mins later he recieved a text: "Cus n room 4 drs dwn wit hor, 202, kll or b kilt" simple enough. It was still really early, Smith got some coffee and came back up to wait in the hallway, at 5:24 she finally came out, the man had opened the door to watch her leave, as he went back to close it, Smith ran up and kicked it in his face, fights were common here, no one would call 911 unless a body needed to be picked up. Rushing in he grabbed the man and held the knife to his throat, "Be quiet and I won't slit your throat." He didn't make any noise, looking around he saw an open window, that'll work, he brought the handle of the knife down hard on the mans temple, he wasn't totally unconcious, but he didn't have real good control over himself either, propelling him towards the window, the man stumbled out, and fell 3 stories down into an alleyway. Looking down at him, he didn't move, dead or paralyzed, hopefully dead. Smith went and got some chicken and steak. [[OOC: Name: Zach Pearson Nickname: Smith Height: 6' 1/2" Weight: 195 lbs Money: 437 Weapon: pocket knife Clothing: 1 black sweatpants 1 blackT-shirt 1 cheap pair of sneakers (gray) 1 pair of latex gloves Kills: 4 cheap assasinations Lodgings: cheap motel]] | ||||
Jack sits on his bed, his hands on his face. *** Jack wakes up a few hours later with an expected wad of cash on his table, along with a salad and two apples. Jack eats and Septim looks at him. *** Jack buys a pair of blue jeans, a black hooded sweatshirt, and a ski mask for 65 dollars. He then goes to the bathroom and improvements into his new clothes, afterwards folding up the skimask to make it look like a beanie. He then goes to the laundromat and washes his sweat pants and T-shirt. After all that he goes home and watches TV. [[OOC: | ||||
[[I must have missed a day because Septim started like 1 hour before me and yet I seem to be 2 assassinations behind O_o]] Name: Edward Deallus Ed was sitting in his apartment when he got a call from his contact. God had given Ed the power to judge those who were wicked and evil and send them to hell for their crimes. Once Ed fulfilled his duty, he would be given eternal happiness and wealth. Ed walked into the warehouse, saw the brothers with their backs turned, and rushed at them from behind. He drew his katana and sliced Felix's head clean off of his shoulders. Harmon was turning and was about to scream when Ed shoved the sword into Harmon's neck and twisted it. Harmon died quickly and the blood poured onto the concete floor. Ed then cut their heads off and placed them on wooden stakes outside of the warehouse. After finishing there, he went back to his apartment and his payment was already waiting for him. Name: Edward Deallus | ||||
[[OOC: People are seeming to want sunglasses, so I'll throw them in... Cheap sunglasses - 4 dollars Also, prototype weaponry, the best you can buy. | ||||
[[I have cool sunglasses already since I deducted $20 when I got them...just in case you whined☺]] | ||||
[[OOC: Nice job. :D ]] | ||||
[[At this rate, I'm gonna be broke from buying this average things. Can't make a big post now, will do it later. Here's my stats.]] Name: Davis Belms | ||||
[[OOC: For some reason I keep thinking that the cheap motel is 35 instead of 20 dollars!!! DANGIT...I'll add forty-five dollars to my thing and put a daily price thing to remind me... [[OOC: | ||||
Davis was snoring loudly in hsi room. The people in the room next to him could possibly hear him. Davis was only to be woken up by his cell phone at 11:53 in the morning. Davis woke up, feeling refrreshed, and answered the phone. "Davis speaking." "Come to the empty building across the street from the donut shop," the voice said. "Come alone, unarmed, and bring no phones. Come alone or not at all." Davis was about to answer when the man hanged up on him. Davis grabbed his shades, shoes, and gloves when he turned around to call Richard. "Hey, Davis," Richard said. "What, you just wake up?" "Yeah," Davis answered. "But I've got a problem. Someone called me to go to the empty building across the donut shop unarmed, with no phone, and to come alone." "Did you mean to rhyme that on purpose?" Richard said jokingly. "This isn't funny, Richard. This could be a serious problem. I know he said come alone... but can you go to the donut shop? Just as an added precaution?" "Yeah," Richard said. "Yeah, I'm closeby the donut shop. When you going?" "Now." Davis hanged up, put the phone on the charger, and walked out the door. *** "So, this is the building?" Davis was staring at a building with noth doors boarded up, the window painted over, and the alley next to it caged up. "Guess there's only one way in," Davis muttered, and he felt really stupid knocking on the boarded up door. He waited for a second, standing there feeling like a fool. "Alright, I bet that was a prank call. I'm going back t-" Davis was cut off, and everything went black. *** Davis woke up with a start, and saw a crate filled room, two peoople muttering over a piece of paper, and a door with planks boarded over it. He tried tp move, but he found himself tied to a chair. "So, you woke up." Daivs turned his head to see a guy with a skimask on. Davis thought, These guys are crinimals, real crinimals, not small time hitmen like me. What do they want with me? "So, uh, what was it, oh yeah, Davis, so. You think you have what it takes to be a hitman?" "No, I'm just doing work for a friend of mine," Davis answered. "His name is Richard, and the gun dealer is Leroy," the man said. "How do you know Richard?" Davis asked. "Oh, please. Don't take me for a fool. I know almost everyone here, the cops don't chase me, I chase them. The laws don't apply, understand?" Davis didn't answer, but he under stood completely; He was right. Davis wanted to get out of there, but it was stupid to attempt an escape with guns hanged on the walls, ready for use. "Anyway," the man continued, "I'm in need of another hitman. Yout friend only has monir jobs, if you want to shoot it with the big boys, your in luck. I have jobs, I have cash, all I need is a man. So, you want to do it?" Davis was thinking, not of what hsi answer would be, but how he would get out of there. There was no escape. Is he tried to move, they would shoot him. If someelse came, they would shoot them. There was absolutely no way out. Suddenly, the walls came crashing towards them all. Something sharp fell next to Davis, who picked it up with his feet, and cut the ropes on his chair. He got up, the others still getting up, and tries to run for it, when he is blocked by four men. The man on the left had a familiar face. "Richard!" Davis yelled. "Hell of a good timing!" "Thought so," Richard said, smiling. "Catch! We're not out of this yet." Davis caught the gun, which happened to be his snub nose, and turned around. The men had finally gotten up and were grabbing guns from the walls. Davis shot his snub nose at the man grabbing a Colt twice in the head. "Davis, no!" Ricahrd yelled, but it was too late. Davis already had ran down the hallway, shooting at the man. The man turned his hdead and fired his liberator at Davis, who ducked behind an open door. Davis ran back into the hallway and fired at the man, who was reloading his gun. The man screamed in pain, and Davis ran toward him. "Who are you?" Davis asks the man, pointing his gun at the man. The man grabs his gun and fires the trigger, killing himself. Davis turns around and head back into the room with a huge hole in the wall. "Davis, you idi0t!" Richard said. "Yeah, that isn't old news," Davis answered. "Come on, lets get out og here before the cops show." *** "Richard, why do I do this?" Davis, Richard, and Leroy were sitting in Davis's room. "One might ask why I sell weapons," Leroy said. "Listen, Davis," Richard said. "Before, you were doing this for money. You couldn't do anything else. Too bad a record. This was how you survived. Now, you're fighting for you life. Everyone knows about you. Everyone's gonna be after you, and nothing stopping that. By the way, that guy you killed was one of the people after you. A small time DD with some big time friends. Here's some cash, don't spend anything after today. You'll want to save your money for a hideout, so you can get away from a known place. Cya tommorow." Leroy and Richard left the room, Davis there, eating his salad and chicken, hoping that some day soon, this wouldn't be how he lives. [[Any of you people watching the Olympics Closing Ceremonies?]] | ||||
[[Looked at the beginning and then got bored]] | ||||
Jack wakes up and looks around, the shadows of his room still in the night. *** Septim walks through the dark streets with the hood of his sweatshirt up over his skimask beanie. A pair of latex gloves covers his hands while they hold his pocket knife. *** Jack wakes up and sees that he is in his hotel room. Not feeling like talking to Septim, he silently eats his food before watching TV. That's when he sees a news report. [[OOC: | ||||
Name: Edward Deallus Ed was called once again by his superior. "Edward, God will be pleased with the work you have done for him. He now requests that you kill the man named Max Hughs, a drug addict. He has wasted the life that God has given him and has suffered enough. We are going to liberate his soul and let him face his divine punishment. He is usually outside of the small drug store, hoping for a dealer to give him what he does not need. Go now, and may you be swift in your work." | ||||
*Killer wandered though the darkened streets, looking for his next target. Not so much as a single light cast his shadow across the ground. Even in the poorer areas of the run-down place, this was strange, though glass may line the streets from the lights. Killer wondered why he had been chosen to kill this target, he wasn't particularly experienced. It was a prisoner loosed recently from jail, a murderer(sorry, but read on before you give out), a serial killer. The dog trotted quickly in his wake. He saw his target, at least so he thought. His face was wreathed in darkness, but the odd jut of the nose and twinkling of green eyes told him it was so. Killer ducked quickly behind a wall, not so much as a stir did his target make, when the noise was audible. The target was talking to two other men, Killer caught their ho*beep* whispers. Name: Unknown | ||||
[[Erm, I forgot to put down that I had 7 days, not FIVE. How'd I mess that up? And Septim, you should listen to Jack. Look where I am. :-P]] Last night's conversation was ringing through Davis's head. Richard, why do I do this? One might ask my I sell weapons. You're doing this to survive. But this didn't answer Davis's question. Why did he do this? Yes, you can say that he did this to survive, but why did he kill? Leroy's answer was pretty much saying, 'It's the only thing I'm good at.' But was this true? Davis could work as something else, if he had a choice now. Davis's phone rang, and he picked it up. It said Unknown name, and Davis certainly didn't know the number. "Hello?" Davis asks. "Is this Davis Belms?" the stranger asks. "Who wants to know?" Davis asks with caution. "Well, I heard you're an assassin. You see, there's this small time DD getting to big for his own good. He's easy to see tho. He'll ask you if you want to see his merchandice." "Who are you?" Davis asks. "I'm Dixon Raywen. I work for Richard. He gave me your number." "Well," Davis said, "If you're a friend of Davis, then what's his personal gun dealer?" "His name is Leroy, and I actually bought a few guns from him," the man said. "Alright, I believe you. Where's you gonna pay?" "Oh, I'll jsut give it to Richard, he'll give it to you." "Okay then, I'll get on it," Davis said as he hanged up. Davis grabbed a bus token, a bit of money, and walked out the door. *** Davis was eating an apple for breakfest. When he was finished, he threw away the apple, grabbed a coffee, and walked out. When he got up, he was approached by a man who said, "Would you like to buy some merchandice?" The man's voice was a whisper, and Davis knew thsi guy was it. "Lets go somewhere more private for this," Davis said. "Good thinking," the man said, and they both walk into the alley across the street. When they get to a point out of ear shot, Davis picks up a bottle, and looks around at the man. "So, what you want, an eight ball, couple of twigs, a doub?" "How about a glass?" Davis said, and he put the bottle over the hole of his gun, and fired at the dealer. Perfect silencer. Sounded jsut like a bottle break, that's it. The man had a bullet hole in his head, and Davis dragged the body in a garbage bin, searches the man to find another match, starts a fire, and throws the match in the dumpster. Davis them closes the dumpster, and walks off. *** Davis was eating a salad and a bag of chips. He was sitting in his room when he heard a knock at the door. Davis opened the door to find Richard there. "Hey, I heard you were working for Dixon now. Here's the cash he had. I told him where you lived so he could bring it himself," Richard added. "Thanks," Davis said, taking the bill. Richard closes the door, and Davis takes a short nap. *** Davis goes to the mall, where he buys a Urban Camo Jacket for half his day's earnings. He then goes home and goes to sleep. Name: Davis Belms | ||||
[[how the hell do you have 8 assassinations??? You started after me AND Septim....]] | ||||
[[hooray for sleep]] Smith got a text: Dealer: Smokestack, corner 8th and main, gank. Smith killed the man, then got a steak and chicken. When he got back a envelope with his money had been pushed under his door, these people were getting to familiar.
[[OOC: Name: Zach Pearson Nickname: Smith Height: 6' 1/2" Weight: 195 lbs Money: 527 Weapon: pocket knife Clothing: 1 black sweatpants 1 blackT-shirt 1 cheap pair of sneakers (gray) 1 pair of latex gloves Kills: 5 cheap assasinations Lodgings: cheap motel]] | ||||
[[OOC: Arvious started a day behind us, he should be a hit behind. And I need to know what type of .38 snub nose he has...]] | ||||
[[OOC: Arvious should have one kill less than us, and I sort of need to know what type of .38 snub nose revolver he has...]]
[[OOC: How do you have 527 dollars, Onex, if you start with ten dollars and you've done five assassinations. The cost of living is at least 28 dollars a day, so in reality, if you've spend money on NOTHING else, you should have 460 dollars, but you bought latex gloves, so 458 dollars Nickname: Smith Height: 6' 1/2" Weight: 195 lbs Money: 527 Weapon: pocket knife Clothing: 1 black sweatpants 1 blackT-shirt 1 cheap pair of sneakers (gray) 1 pair of latex gloves Kills: 5 cheap assasinations Lodgings: cheap motel]]
Jack sits in the corner, his face hands covering his face. He had dreamt of a man he had never met being killed by his hands, he would never forget the face. Name: Darkev Roov Jack closes the phone and looks up at Septim. *** Septim stalks his prey, his hood up over his face, his skimask beanie ready to be pulled down at any moment, and his latex gloves on over his hands. In front of him an overweight arms dealer walks up the street. He gets to his car and unlocks it, he then places a backpack inside before locking it and walking into the bar it was parked outside. As he walks inside, Septim bumps into him. *** Roov stumbles out of the bar and manages to reach his car. He reaches into his pocket and wonders where his keys are when he sees them on his roof. *** Jack wakes up and looks around, he sees a box with a salad and two apples in it and gasps in horror. [[OOC: | ||||
[[I got an extra 80 bucks for killing that first dealer, but I did forget to subtract living costs so...: Money: 427]] | ||||
Ed was sitting in his hotel, saying a quiet prayer to himself, when his cell phone rang. Ed walked almost an hour to the pharmacy and waited. He waited two hours before a man wearing a cheap jacket and slacks walked into the building. Martin Talron. Ed opened the gas cap on Martin's car and sat outside the pharmacy, pretending to try and light his cigarette. Martin walked out and opened his car to get in. At that moment, Ed lit a match and tossed it at the small trail of gas he had set while Martin was inside. The trail burst into flames and raced towards the car. It climbed up the side and jumped into the gas tank right as Martin was pulling away. His car exploded into a ball of fire, Martin's body was incinerated by the blast. Ed then knelt and said a small prayer before walking home and going to sleep. Name: Edward Deallus | ||||
[[you guys are good...]] | ||||
[[I am sleepy XD and I am going to a BBQ soon]] =D | ||||
[[OOC: Then subtract eighty dollars now...we DON'T GET EXTRA...we just get 100 for now, jeeze...]] | ||||
[[Septim, I was tired that night, and could care less about being correct. Now I have 8 tho. :-P And I just bought the snub nose that was on your first post, the .38 Snub Nose Revolver. :-P]] Davis was drinking a coffee, waiting for Richard to show up. He looked at the clock on the cafe wall, seeing it was almost noon. Davis finished his coffee, when Richard burst into the cafe, and sat down next to Richard. "So, how did the meeting go?" Davis asked. "Those low lifed idi0ts can't be persuaded," Richard answered bitterly. "They just won't stop coming after you. But I now have a list of the people left. Looks like three men left. Here's the first name, Olen Rife. He's this huge guy that is muscle for his DD, and he buys from his DD too. Looks like an average addict." "Alright, so where will he be?" Davis asked. "Down by the river, can't miss him, he stands by the bridge, watching people pass by," Richard said. "Alright, I'll get on it, I'll just go grab the normal tools," Davis said, and he got up and walks out of the cafe, happy that there was only three people left after him. *** A huge man was walking around the bridge, glaring at the people walking on it. He had a hooded sweatshirt andsweatpants, the same gray as the bridge. The man looked like he could knock someone out by touching them. All the same, Davis still approached the man. The man stared at Davis for a while, but didn't do anything. Then, his eye's lit, and he reached for Davis's neck. Davis was too quick for him, and jumped out of the way, grabbing his pocket knife. He aimmed for the chest, but hit the man in the arm. The man yelled in pain, and Davis pushed the man backwards into the river. Davis ran around to the edge of the river, where he saw the man swimming for his life. Davis reaches for his gun, and fires at the man, killing him. Davis puts his gun away, and runs, back to his motel. *** "Alright, here's some more cash, don't spend what you don't need. You might run out of cash," Richard said as he passed an envelope to Davis. Davis took it, thanked Richard, and walked into his room, fell on the bed, and quickly went to sleep, his salad and chicken right next to him. Name: Davis Belms | ||||
[[OOC: Then subtract eighty dollars now...we DON'T GET EXTRA...we just get 100 for now, jeeze...]] good lord septim, calm, as far as I can see I'm behind on kills anyway, I keep forgetting to post, been busy the last week.]] Smith got up, went for a walk, got a text, killed someone, returned to his motel and counted his money, 20 bucks, what the hell. He got a text from D, "I forgot Smith.... you DONT GET EXTRA bwahaha." what an @sshole. Smith got some chicken and steak. [[OOC: Name: Zach Pearson Nickname: Smith Height: 6' 1/2" Weight: 195 lbs Money: 437 Weapon: pocket knife Items: 1 cheap cell phone 1 black sweatpants 1 blackT-shirt 1 cheap pair of sneakers (gray) 1 pair of latex gloves Kills: 6 cheap assasinations Lodgings: cheap motel]]
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[[OOC: The first list was obsolete before you wrote it, there are no revolvers that cheap, but these handguns are around that price, you just need to deduct twenty more dollars. Both can be outfitted with silencers for another 120 dollars, these are actually better than an old snub nose... Cobra CA - 120 dollars Sorry for the trouble, just trying to make it fair. And sorry about that Onex, didn't mean to sound pissed, I just don't want to give anybody advantages over anybody else or the whole "special treatment" thing'll come up...:-( ]] | ||||
[[ya I see what you mean... just I didn't think anyone cared :D but whatever it's gone now, I just want a decent gun, proly a 22 magnum revolver, since I have one in real life, and it's insanely good for target practice. :D also didn't bother going through whole list, but I have a 45 semi auto handgun that I like alot, I just saw revolvers when I scrolled through, any semi-autos? More thuggish ya know =)]] | ||||
[[OOC: Messaged it to you...]] Septim takes control of Jack, and feeling that he now needs a better weapon, he goes to buy a temporary pistol. Name: Robert Wallson Septim goes to a gun store, buys a holster for fifty dollars, and slides the supressor back on. He puts his gun in it's holster and takes a bus over to the biker bar outside of town. *** "What're name?" asks a rather tough looking bouncer. *** Septim ditches the motorcycle and gets his pay. He requests that he starts getting paid more for his job and returns to the hotel with two apples and a salad. [[OOC: | ||||
[[Got a biology lab until 4 so I am making my post now...dont have much time until class so it will be short]] Ed was summoned once again to take care of a drug addict and he killed him with precision and painlessness. He was paid as he usually was, and said a prayer. Name: Edward Deallus | ||||
Fine, a Cobra CA it is. Not enough time to make an awesome post, so here's my stats. Name: Davis Belms | ||||
[[been really busy with classes, srry for sh**y posts :D]] Smith kills another dude and eats a chicken salad. Just a beautiful day in the neighborhood. [[OOC: Name: Zach Pearson Nickname: Smith Height: 6' 1/2" Weight: 195 lbs Money: 509 Weapon: pocket knife Items: 1 cheap cell phone 1 black sweatpants 1 blackT-shirt 1 cheap pair of sneakers (gray) 1 pair of latex gloves Kills: 7 cheap assasinations Lodgings: cheap motel]] | ||||
Edward is given his final target. It was a simple one that was nowhere near the public's eye and it involved a drug addict. The addict was already out of his mind when Edward found him, and all it took was a little overdose of his drug and he died in his euphoria. Edward then went out and met a friend of the Archbishops, a weapons specialist who sold guns for the servants of God. Edward recieved an AMT Hardballer pistol and he tucked it into the waistband on his pants. He then got plenty of ammo before going back to his cheap motel. Name: Edward Deallus | ||||
[[OOC: You'll need to have a holster to hide your weapon effectively...]] "I hate you..." mutters Jack. *** Septim turns a corner, his pistol in his holster. Now glad to have a firearm. He turns the corner again, going into an alley, and the target reaches into his coat. Septim instictively grabs his pistol and fires at the target. The target falls dead, Septim walks over to find that he had been reaching for a pack of cigarettes. [[OOC: | ||||
*Killer does a few killings for a few dollars, but all the while gathers information about the people tat killed his dog.* [Sorry, I'll write something proper tomorrow.] Name: Unknown | ||||
As the sun rose, so did Davis. Davis was tired, but none the less excited. According to Richard, the two men that were left were in a shack just outside the city. Davis grabbed his phone, the rest of his bus tokens, some cash, his revolver, and pocket knife. He put his gun in his jacket pocket. "I really need to buy a holster," Davis said as he put the rest of his items in his pockets. He puts his shades on, walked outside the motel, and took a deep breath of air. The morning air of the town wasn't so polluted as it was during the day, but none the less, it was much better. Davis walked down to the bus stop, and took the bus that would drop him off colsest to the outskirts of the city. *** Davis was walking out of the bus, when he was stopped by familiar faces. "So, why are you two coming?" Davis asks, and they all walk out onto the sidewalk. "We were jsut bored, not like we came here to help or anything," Leroy said, rolling his eyes. "What do you think?" "Well, come on, I just want to get this over with," Davi said, and they both walked out of the town. "So, how do you plan on doing this mission?" Richard asked. "Oh, you know, same old, same old," Davis said smiling. "Worked for me before." "Yeah, well, there's probably several guards there. Good thing this won't be in a public area. It's a rundown warehouse," Richard said. "Okay, you guys wait back here," Davis said, and he took off towards the warehouse. *** Davis was walking up to the warehouse, and saw two guards in front of it. He walked up to them, ready for this job. The guards were staring at Davis. "What you want?" one of the guards said. "Well, I certainly don't want English lessons from you," Davis said. "I'm here for the meeting." "Yeah," the guard said. "Well, you will no find results here. This empty warehouse." "Well, I'm sorry to hear that," Davis said, and he quickly rgabbed his pocket knife, and stabbed the man in the chest, then he went for the other guard, who was grabbing his gun. Davis stabbed the guard in the chest too, and the bodies laid there, dead. Davis grabs one of the guards guns, and walks into the building. Inside it, Davis heard talking in the warehouse. He took a chance and looked into the storage room to find no one out in the open. Davis took the time to listen to the meeting. "-we have to kill him now, he's in some rundown motel, I saw him enter it last night," one of the speakers said. "He's probably still there, its ten." "Listen, we have to plan this out," the other speaker said. "If we want to take this loser down, we'll have to make sure it looked like an accident." Davis was walking toward the voices, when suddenly, conversations come though his mind. Why do I do this? "Okay, okay, so how about a car bomb?" "He doesn't have a car, idi0t." I do this to survive. "Fine, how about w-" "Why don't we just snipe him?" But is that all the answers? Davis walked into the area where they were talking. "Because it's hard to make a sniping look like an accident," Davis said, and he grabbed his Cobra CA. He fired at the man on the left twice in the head, and doged when the man grabbed his switchblade. Davis shot his gun at the man's chest, and shot him one mroe time in the head. He grabbed a match from one of the corpses. He looked around. "Lets see, what here is flammable?" Davis saw a barrel of gasoline. Davis spilled gasoline all over the people there, making sure he didnt get himself in gasoline, and lit the match. Davis threw it into the cneter of the room, and ran as fast as he could out of the warehouse. *** Davis was watching TV, eating a steak and salad. A wad of cash was sitting on the table. A empty coffee cup was sitting next to it. Davis finished his meal, threw the trash away, and stared outside. Even though ther wer all these buldings, the sky looked huge and bright. Davis was watching the sun lower threw the sky. The birght oranges, pinks, and blues looked dazzling. Davis was still looking oustide when the light had gone. He could see his face reflected in the window. It wasn't the face Davis recognized ten days ago. It looked stronger and worn. Davis went to his bed, and fell asleep, when he felt like he was being woken up just a moment after he fell asleep. Davis turned to his alarm, to see it was 6:50. Davis looked out the window, and saw that the sky was gold from the sunrise. He took one last look, and then he got up of the bed. It's a new day. Name: Davis Belms | ||||
[[I will get the holster eventually =p who says I want to HIDE my pistol effectively? I may not even use it yet...]] | ||||
Smith got another text: "Drug D. park. big red shrt, blue sunglasses, g teeth." Well this *beep* shouldn't be to hard to find. Smith finished the chicken he was having for brunch, he wasn't in a hurry, the park was just a 10 minute bike ride away, and no matter how ridiculous it looked for a hitman to ride a bike, it was alot better than walking. Smith stood and stretched, it was a great day to die, the man should be happy. Winter was just beginning to show it's presence, and even though the sun shone as brightly as it could, it remained a comfortable 70 degrees, and any uncomfortable heat left was blown away by cold breeze every few minutes. Walking out of the cheap fast food restaurant, he was met by the cool breeze and breathed in. Looking in through the window he got to see the waiter realize he hadn't left a tip, it was a beautiful day. Coasting down to the sad excuse for a park he saw his man, it was hard not to, his entire outfit was a painful explosion of the primary colors, an oversized red shirt, blue denim shorts that were practically jeans, and yellow-gold shoes. Rolling to a stop close to the drug dealer he put down his bike and looked up at the man, a black guy in his twenties with a bull dog face eyes that laughed at him even from behind the glasses, "So how much crack you want whitey?" Drug dealers were to easy to kill, maybe because they dealt with weird people all day long, maybe they just stop caring. Smith straightened himself up, "How you know I'm here for that?" the dealer laughed, "Man don't play, ain't nothin but a crack head roll up in some sh*t like that." he pointed at the bike, "Alright" Smith said, moving closer to the dealer, "what's the best stuff you got?" the dealer grinned, thinking he had guessed correctly, and turned to reach into one of his pockets down in his shorts. Smith moved in, the knife coming out quick as ever. Two vicious stabs in the chest were delivered before the man had withdrawn his hand from his shorts and turned to see him there, this time the man looked at him quite differently, that humble confusion, and yet acceptance that often occupied the face of his suprised victims. Smith stabbed him again in the stomach as the dealer began to collapse. The man felt the holes in his chest as if to confirm they were there, looking back up at Smith he was met with a black stare, then he slumped over onto the ground, his shirt turning a darker red as his life spilled out onto it. Smith stood over him a moment, watching him die, then decided to go get a steak, the chicken hadn't quite done it. Riding off on his bike he breathed in the cool air, fall was great. Later he swung by D's to pick up his money.
[[OOC: Name: Zach Pearson Nickname: Smith Height: 6' 1/2" Weight: 195 lbs Money: 579 Weapon: pocket knife Items: 1 cheap cell phone 1 black sweatpants 1 blackT-shirt 1 cheap pair of sneakers (gray) 1 pair of latex gloves Kills: 8 cheap assasinations Lodgings: cheap motel]] | ||||
"Jack, we're moving up!" yells Septim. *** Septim walks through the shady streets of Nex City's red light district. His handgun in his pocket delivering a small sense of security in a hostile area. His target was in a strip club, his name was Raymond Garfield, a local pimp. He also ran a small drug operation. He was to be wiped out in a way that would cast blame at Harry Smith, his rival. Septim puts on his latex gloves, but makes sure to hide them under the baggy sleeves of the sweatshirt. Septim is stopped at the front door. *** On the way back to the hotel he buys a salad, two apples, and a pair of leather gloves (they are not so...suspicious in public...). [[OOC: | ||||
[[Ugh...I made a long post but for some reason when I hit the backspace button it left the page...just summarizing my thing...I liked it so much]] =( Ed recieved a call from the Archbishop, ordering him to send Todd Jones to his judgement for the murder of a parishioner of his. Ed bought some leather gloves and went to Todd's apartment. He sabataged the fire escape and then went to the front door of Todd's room and called him out in the name of God. Todd jumped out the window and the fire escape collapsed and crushed him into the ground. Ed ran outside and placed a black cross upon Todd's body and went home. He found an envelope of money and bought black dress pants, a black dress shirt, a black sports jacket, black dress shoes and a red tie. He placed the rest of his clothes in a storage chest until he needed them again. He then quickly bought a shoulder holster for his gun before going to sleep. Name: Edward Deallus | ||||
*It was a beautiful evening, the pale iridescent golden ball that was the sun was set against a pink vermilion background. The stars twinkled brightly even at that early hour of the night, competing against the much closer sun, almost. Killer looked up in wonder, all who saw it would be awestruck by such a sight, and few could describe it's beauty fully afterwards(especially the writer of this...). It would be a perfect night, the stars would twinkle like a thousand glass chandeliers in the vast expanse of the almost empty universe. Killer wandered through the streets, drug-dealers were unappreciative of the sight to be marveled at above them. The soft patter of a single pair of booted feet would hardly be noticed by insects almost crushed by them, let alone an absent-minded human. He ambled slowly past the dilapidated buildings, with broken glass everywhere, slowly merging with the shadows. His target was but a drug-addict, hired for drugs, with drugs. He lived in a broken down garage, robbing what he could to eat, and wasting any money he earned on yet more drugs. None would miss him. | ||||
"So, how does it feel to be done with that problem?" Richard asked, as Leroy, Ricahrd, and Davis were sitting at a cafe. "It feels great," Davis said. "I'm so glad I'm done with all this killing." "What, you're stopping?" Leroy asked. "I hope he keeps working, but I'm out of jobs for him actually," Richard said. "Looks like he'll just have to wait fro someone else to hire him for now." "Well, today, all I want is relaxation," Ravis said, drinking his coffee. His apple core was sitting next to it. "I imagine," Leroy said. "Well, I'm going, I gotta a guy who might be interested in my... er, tools." "I'll see you guys around," Davis said. He grabbed his coffe, left the store, and walked two feet from the entrance, when a ringing noice came from his pocket. Davis pulled out his phone, and answered the call. "Hello?" Davis said, now not mentioning his name during calls anymore. "You're Davis, right?" the voice said. "Who are you?" Davis asked. "If you're not taking jobs from anyone else at the moment, I'm your new money supplier. Go kill Daniel Baven. He's probably hiding in the alley near the donut shop. Bring a gun or you're dead." The voice hanged up, and Davis looked at the sky, and a huge, gray could coverd up the sun. *** Davis was walking into the donuts shop, sitting there. His gun was in his jacket pocket, knife in pants pocket. He went up to the man at the counter. "A customer!" the man exclaimed. "First donut is free!" "Oh, alright, one glazed jelly filled donut," Davis said. "Grape, please." "Coming right up," the cashier said, and he returned with a donut in a bag. "Next time, that'll be one dollar," the man said. "Thanks!" Davis took the bag, and went outside the shop. He went into a nearby alley, and sees a fence there. Davis supposed he would have to climb it. Davis took a bite of the donut, which was as hard as a rock. Davis choked, and threw the donut into the dumpster. Davis looked around the fence, and found that a crate was covering a small opening in the fence. He went under the opening, and walked further into the alley, grabbing his gun the moment he got to the other side. Davis turned a corner, and looked a a door. A big wooden door. It was boarded up, and it was probably where the target was found. Davis searched the area around the door, and all the corners, but he didn't find any hole. Davis was about to shoot the door into pieces, but then his target would obviously know that Davis was after him. So, Davis did what he tought was the most stupid thing he could have done ever. He knocked on the boarded up door. Davis stood there, waiting. Obviously, he thought that the man would come out with a machine gun. Davis knocked on it again. No answer. Davis knocked on it one more time, and the door fell down in front of him. "Apparently," Davis said, "my parents were right about being polite." Davis walked into the building, and walked into the main room. Inside was a man sleeping. Davis put his gun behind his back, and woke up the man. "W-what?" the man said as he got up. The man stared at Davis. "Not another hitman," he said with a groan. Davis pointed his gun at the man. "So, exactly why were you my target?" Davis said, keeping the gun pointing at the man's head. "Probably because I killed several people in the streets that had to do with my competitors," the man said, looking Davis in the eyes calmly. "You're not really going to kill me, are you? You don't know how many cowards have came here, pointed a gun at me, and then left." "Yes, well, some people in this world aren't cowards," Davis said, holding his gun up. "I've been hunted down my first ten days by people whose friend I have killed." "And if you kill me, it's that all over again," the man said. "I have countless friends that would hunt you down if you shot me right now." "Well, another ten days won't hurt, would it?" Davis said. "Oh, not just ten days, maybe half a year," the man said. "but, if you become one of the cowards to run, I'll keep this quiet." Davis looked the man straight in the eyes, and said, "You're lying." "Well, well, well, looks like I finally found someone with guts. By the way, I don't have friends." The man stood up. "Shoot me." Davis took one looked at the man's smiling face, and fired. The man fell back, a bullet hole in his chest. Davis got out of the building, out of the fenced area, and went back to the coffee shop. But before he took two steps out of the alley, a letter fell on top of Davis. He opened it, and it have five hundred dollars in it. This must be my pay. Davis walked to the coffee shop, and bought a salad and a bag of chips. On the way out, he meets Leroy. "Leroy, I need to have a... case for you tool I bought," Davis whispered. Leroy smiled, and said, "Here, I got on in this bag. Fifty bucks." "Here," Davis said, giving Leroy a fifty, and taking the bag. "Thanks." "No problem." Leroy walks into the coffee shop, and Davis walks a back to his room to get some sleep. Name: Davis Belms | ||||
[[OOC: Adding a ton of new gadgets. Also adding body armor. :-D Gadgets PDAs - An invaluable tool. It can check e-mails, recieve text messages, and access the internet. Septim takes control and kills once more, he then buys a junker black sedan for three hundred dollars. After driving home he goes to sleep and allows Jack to take control...
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Ed woke up and found a note in front of him with a black ivory cross inside. It had a messege underneath it and Ed read it to himself. Name: Edward Deallus | ||||
[[OOC: Will have more of a chance to post today than tomorrow, so I'm going to now. :-) ]] Septim takes control and throws away the pocket knife. He then drives to a store and buys a survival knife for thirty dollars. He puts the sheath on his belt and recieves a text message from his employer. Target: Mikhail Dragov Septim puts his phone into his pocket and drives off towards Jaravil Blvd. *** Septim walks up the stairs ever so quietly, his hand ready to grab his knife for a quick, silent kill. He approaches a wooden door and picks the lock with a hairpin. As he opens, a series of silenced gunshots are heard. Septim jumps behind cover and draws his pistol, only to peek around the corner and see that nobody is in the room. Septim draws his knife and holds it in his left hand with his pistol in the right. He walks to the bathroom and peeks through the crack to see Dragov standing next to the bathtub, the corpse of a woman inside. Septim stabs him in his right shoulder and Dragov yells. He drops the Makarov in his hand to the ground. He then looks up to see his killer. *** On the way home, Septim picks up a salad and two apples. He also picks up a leather jacket, and a black T-shirt. He puts on the leather jacket and T-shirt and puts the hooded sweatshirt and the white T-shirt in the closet. He then lays down and lets Jack take over. [[OOC: | ||||
[[I am busy today....]] Ed recieved a call ordering the punishment of Jonny Malone, a murderer of women. Ed found the man and killed him with his silenced pistol. Ed began being called The Summoner by a few people, but not many due to the fact he summoned people to their judgement by God. Ed then went out and bought another ATM Hardballer pistol and then began piecing together what he would do in the near future. Name: Edward Deallus | ||||
[[OOC: You need to buy another holster to holster the weapon successfully...:D. And don't forget to buy food...]] | ||||
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