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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]]

For two days Jack lets Septim handle the killings, not wishing to get himself involved any longer.

[[OOC:
Name: Jack Harris
Nickname: Septim
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Money: 357 dollars
Weapons: Pocket knife
Clothing:
1 sweat pants (black)
1 T-shirt (white)
1 pair of cheap sneakers (gray)
Items:
Cheap cell phone
Kills: 
6 cheap assassination
Lodgings: Cheap motel]]

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]]

[[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
Nickname: Ed
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Money: 220 dollars
Weapons: Pocket knife
Clothing:
1 Cargo Pants (Urban Camo)
1 Long-Sleeved T-shirt (Black)
1 pair of tennis shoes (Black)
1 Trench Coat (Black)
1 pair of shades (Black)
1 baseball cap (random team)
Kills: 6 cheap assassinations
Lodgings: Cheap motel

Ed was sitting in his apartment when he got a call from his contact.
"The time has come for those who dare soil the creation of the Lord.  Buy a katana and kill two infidels who have been soiling the land with their drugs and dirty money.  I want their headless bodies to be a symbol to all of the evildoers in the city that their time is coming."
"As you wish"
Ed walked to a clothing store and bought a black trench coat, it was not uncommon to see odd clothing in the city.  He then went into a pawn shop and found a sword collection.  In it was a katana that would be used for his mission.  Next he walked towards an older building that was the known meeting place of his two targets, Felix and Harmon Linney.  The two brothers were drug dealers who were putting more drugs onto the street and needed to be...taken care of in order to help cleanse the city. 

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
Nickname: Ed
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Money: 240 dollars
Weapons: Katana
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: 6 cheap assassinations
Lodgings: Cheap motel

[[I have cool sunglasses already since I deducted $20 when I got them...just in case you whined☺]]

[[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
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 171 pounds
Money: 37 Dollars
Weapons:
Pocket Knife
.38 Snub Nose Revolver
Clothing:
1 T-Shirt (white)
1 pair of jeans (black)
1 black belt
1 pair of tennis shoes (white)
1 pair of expensive sunglasses (black)
1 pair of leather gloves.
Items:
5 bus tokens
Decent Phone
Kills:
5 Cheap Assassinations
Lodgings:
Cheap Motel ($20/day)

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.
One of the men had grabbed a machien gun, and was now firing at the people Richard had brought.  One of the men fell over, machine gun bullets lodging in his chest.  Davis shot the guy in the chest, and then turned his attnetion to the door, which many of the goons were running to.  Davis fired at them until he had to reload.  He turned around and saw the man who Davis assumed called him leave the room.  Davis ran towards the open door.

"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?]]

Jack wakes up and looks around, the shadows of his room still in the night.
"Wake up, we have a job," says Septim, "And I work better if you've only been sleeping a minute when I take control."
Jack falls back, "I don't want to do this anymore..."
"You're not doing it," says Septim, "I am..."
"You're me," says Jack.
"And you're me," says Septim, "That doesn't stop me from killing."
"Yeah, but you don't have a soul," says Jack.
"Don't get all emotional on me, I accept who I am, you need to learn to do the same, now go to sleep," says Septim.
Jack lays back, not wanting to argue with Septim any longer.

***

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.
"Hey mister," says Septim, "You got some?"
The man turns around, revealing his face, "Got wha?"
"Stuff," says Septim, now pretending to be a drug addict.
"Depends on if you got cash," says the man.
Septim pulls out a wad of a hundred dollars and the man walks over to him.
"Not here man, in the alley," says the dealer.
Perfect, just what I want...
"Oh, sorry," says Septim as he follows the dealer into the alley.
They walk around twenty feet in and the dealer pulls out a small bag of marijuana. The dealer has only a split second to react as Septim pulls out his pocket knife, Septim grabs the dealer's shoulder and plunges the blade into his chest. The dealer had tried to grab Septim's hand, but he had reacted too slowly. Septim pulls the blade out and stabs him again, he then takes the blade out and stabs him a third time. After that he stabs the blade into the man's throat and knees the dealer down onto the floor. Septim then looks around and pulls out a small napkin that he had taken from a nearby fast food place. He wipes the pocket knife and wraps the napkin in another couple napkin. He then puts the wrapped up napkins into his pocket. Afterwards he pulls down his skimask and grabs the man's drugs.
In order to make it look like a drug addict killed him, I have to take the drugs...
Septim puts the marijuana in his pocket and walks off into the night, pulling up his skimask after getting a safe distance away. He picks up a salad and two apples for his "other half" and walks back to the hotel.

***

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.
"More news on the recent assassinations in the city. Just today a convicted narcotics distributor was found dead in an alley on Verdov Drive. Nobody saw the killer, but the weapon seemed to have been either a small knife or a pocket knif-"
Jack then turns off the TV, white-faced, and lays down.
"What did you do?" asks Jack.
"What I normally do," says Septim.
"You killed a drug dealer, he could have friends," says Jack in a loud whisper.
"He was a low life, he had no friends, trust me, nobody'll care," says Septim.
Jack lays back and rubs his eyes before falling asleep.

[[OOC:
Name: Jack Harris
Alternate personality: Septim
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Money: 367 dollars
Daily cost of living: 28 dollars (20(hotel)+8(salad)=28)
Weapons: Pocket knife
Clothing:
1 pair of sweat pants (black)
1 pair of jeans (blue)
1 T-shirt (white)
1 Hooded sweatshirt (black
1 pair of cheap sneakers (gray)
Items:
Cheap cell phone
Kills: 
7 cheap assassination
Lodgings: Cheap hotel]]

*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.
"I fink we should kill the dude. He's not no use to no one."
"You 'fink' so? Speak clearly and distinctly, and don't use any double negatives. At any rate, he may be of use to us."
"Yeah, listen to the boss. Maybe we should carry him to the river, see if he talks?"
The target glanced at the speaker. "We don't need him to talk, we've got the information we need. He is supposed to be a hostage, you *beep*," he said, his voice raising in anger. "We ask his pretty wife for some money, don't we? However, the bomb is not set yet, and they'd track us down if we have only one hostage. We need a considerable amount so they won't dare come near. Now, would one of you check what's ruffling behind that wall? Though I'm sure the snipers should have spotted it by now, whatever it is, but I can't seem to trust anyone these days."
Killer felt his entrails for cold with fear. He would be found, and death would certainly follow. He heard a menacing growl, and even with the knowledge that it was his dog, feared the malicious noise. It was that of a hound from hell. Still, he was comforted by the noise, the figure brought itself not a step closer, indeed, taking several back, but drawing a gun. The dog leaped over the wall, five foot high with a bound, and at his feet in another. The gun was shot in fright, and chaos ensued. Several bullets more were fired, none hitting its target, whatever it may have been(unless it they were aiming for the ground or the wall, or perhaps the unfortunate lady walking her poodle quite a distance away). Alarms were set off, much to the amazement of Killer.
            The dog leaped from person to person(for many were now coming from every which way.) growling an inhumanely(for it was a dog) growl as if coming from the very bowels of the earth, the broken glass bottles reverberating on the ground, barely heard above the dog. Several bullets were fired, a whimper heard, and the dog fell to the ground. "The dog belongs to somebody, not scruffy enough for a stray. Search the place quickly," the murderer ordered.
            A tall figure appeared in front of Killer, towering over his small frame. A gun was drawn, a bullet fired, but it didn't dig its cold metal into Killer, seeking the pure crimson blood. Nay, it was fired into the air, for the dog, in its last strength, viciously attacked the person, whoever it may have been, with a deadly bite to the neck, and clamped its teeth firmly there, in a final embrace. Killer picked himself up and raced into the night, but quickly took a photograph with the camera given to him for the night. He left behind him the pandemic scene, a single tear trickling down his cheek for the dog, its salty taste but a bitter reminder of the horrific scene of its death. Killer hunted down the payer, and quickly found him near the scene. The katana whipped from its sheath, and quickly replaced, but not before it had done its job, and a wallet was slipped inside a hidden pocket, beside the small pocket kinfe. Killer went into a late night cafe, ordered some food and returned home. He would find out the people in the photo tomorrow...

Name: Unknown
Nickname: Killer
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 135 lbs.
Money: 160 dollars

Weapons:
 Pocket knife
 Katana

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

Kills:
 4 cheap assassinations

Lodgings: Cheap motel

[[how the hell do you have 8 assassinations??? You started after me AND Septim....]]

[[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...]]

[[I got an extra 80 bucks for killing that first dealer, but I did forget to subtract living costs so...:

Money: 427]]

[[you guys are good...]]

Mr. Onex 8/27/2008 12:25:40 AM

[[I got an extra 80 bucks for killing that first dealer, but I did forget to subtract living costs so...: Money: 427]]

[[OOC: Then subtract eighty dollars now...we DON'T GET EXTRA...we just get 100 for now, jeeze...]]

[[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]]

[[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 =)]]

[[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
Nickname: Ed
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Money: 446 dollars
Weapons: Katana
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: 9 cheap assassinations
Lodgings: Cheap motel

[[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]]

[[OOC: You'll need to have a holster to hide your weapon effectively...]]

"I hate you..." mutters Jack.
"For making our living?" asks Septim.
"You kill without permission," says Jack.
"You're not the landlord now, we share the room and the rent," says Septim.
"This is my body," says Jack.
"Not anymore," says Septim.
Jack falls back once more and rises seconds later.

***

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.
"Oh well...he had to die anyway," says Septim before walking off. He buys a salad and two apples on the way home.

[[OOC:
Name: Jack Harris
Alternate personality: Septim
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Money: 283 dollars
Daily cost of living: 28 dollars (20(hotel)+8(salad)=28)
Weapons:
Pocket knife
Hi-Point CF-380 handgun (silenced)
Clothing:
1 pair of sweat pants (black)
1 pair of jeans (blue)
1 T-shirt (white)
1 Hooded sweatshirt (black
1 pair of cheap sneakers (gray)
Pistol holster
Items:
Cheap cell phone
Kills: 
10 cheap assassination
Lodgings: Cheap hotel]]

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
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 169 pounds
Money:
235 Dollars
Weapons:
Pocket Knife
Cobra CA
Clothing:
1 T-Shirt (white)
1 Urban camo jacket
1 pair of jeans (black)
1 black belt
1 pair of tennis shoes (white)
1 pair of expensive sunglasses (black)
1 pair of leather gloves.
Items:
1 bus tokens
Decent Phone
Kills:
10 Cheap Assassinations
0 Upper Cheap Assassinations
Lodgings:
Cheap Motel ($20/day)

 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]]

[[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
Nickname: Ed
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Money: 100 dollars
Weapons: Katana, AMT Hardballer+Shoulder Holster
Clothing:
1 Cargo Pants (Urban Camo)-Storage
1 Dress Pants (Black)+Black Belt
1 Long-Sleeved T-shirt (Black)-Storage
1 pair of tennis shoes (Black)-Storage
1 pair of dress shoes(Black)
1 pair of shades (Black)
1 Dress Shirt(black)
1 Sports Jacket(Black)
1 baseball cap (random team)-Storage
Kills: 10 cheap assassinations
1 Upper-Cheap assassination
Lodgings: Cheap motel

"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
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 169 pounds
Money:
703 Dollars
Weapons:
Pocket Knife
Cobra CA
Clothing:
1 T-Shirt (white)
1 Urban camo jacket
1 pair of jeans (black)
1 black belt
1 pair of tennis shoes (white)
1 pair of expensive sunglasses (black)
1 pair of leather gloves.
Items:
0 bus tokens
Decent Phone
Kills:
10 Cheap Assassinations
1 Upper Cheap Assassinations
Lodgings:
Cheap Motel ($20/day)

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.

"Edward, you are needed once again to thwart the plans of Satan himself.&nb*beep*an named Carlos Lucian killed a priest and three other men today.  He must be possessed by a demon in order to do such vile acts.  He also spat upon their faces as he killed them and such acts deserve immediate judgement from God.  He has at least a pistol because he killed a police officer after he killed those four men.  He is known to be hiding in the sewers underneath the Falzen Warehouse.  Go there and send him to his judgement and punishment.  The Lord's Will be done."
"The Lord's Will be done, Archbishop."
After quietly whispering his prayer to himself, Ed grabbed his weapons and headed for the Falzen Warehouse.  It took him only 20 minutes and he approached a manhole and he opened it.  He gazed in and the smell of death seemed to pour out along with the steam and moisture.  It was too dark for Ed to see so he quickly went to a store nearby and bought a flashlight.  With his light in his left hand, Ed jumped down into the dark sewer.  He aimed his light around and began moving slowly and carefully, deeper into the sewer system.  Suddenly Ed saw a figure moving up ahead and he spoke.
"Carlos Lucian, I have come in the name of the Lord.  Your punishment will be decided by Him.  I am the messenger of the Lord and I will also be your guide to your judgement."
"F*ck you and your lord! I will send you to Hell along with the others I have killed!"
Carlos suddenly burst into view and fired several shots from the pistol he had.  He then quickly ran around a corner and took cover there.  Ed could not move any closer without exposing himself so he chose to bide his time until Carlos grew impatient.  15 minutes later, running low on ammo and patience, Carlos rushed out at Ed.  He fired his gun and cursed as he ran.
"I WILL TAKE YOU WITH ME YO-"
Carlos clutched his throat and fell forward on his face until his finally stopped moving.  Ed moved over to his body and flipped it over.  He placed a cross on the chest of Carlos and said a small prayer.  Ed then left the sewer, got some food, bought a silencer for his pistol, and went to sleep.

Name: Edward Deallus
Nickname: Ed
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Money: 52 dollars
Weapons: Katana, AMT Hardballer+Shoulder Holster+Silencer
Clothing:
1 Cargo Pants (Urban Camo)-Storage
1 Dress Pants (Black)+Black Belt
1 Long-Sleeved T-shirt (Black)-Storage
1 pair of tennis shoes (Black)-Storage
1 pair of dress shoes(Black)
1 pair of shades (Black)
1 Dress Shirt(black)
1 Sports Jacket(Black)
1 baseball cap (random team)-Storage
1 pair leather gloves(black)
Kills: 10 cheap assassinations
2 Upper-Cheap assassination
Lodgings: Cheap motel

[[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
Nickname: Ed, The Summoner
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Money: 52 dollars
Weapons:
Katana
AMT Hardballer+Shoulder Holster+Silencer
AMT Hardballer
Clothing:
1 Cargo Pants (Urban Camo)-Storage
1 Dress Pants (Black)+Black Belt
1 Long-Sleeved T-shirt (Black)-Storage
1 pair of tennis shoes (Black)-Storage
1 pair of dress shoes(Black)
1 pair of shades (Black)
1 Dress Shirt(black)
1 Sports Jacket(Black)
1 baseball cap (random team)-Storage
1 pair leather gloves(black)
Kills: 10 cheap assassinations
3 Upper-Cheap assassination
Lodgings: Cheap motel