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"I tell you, theirs alot of things that burn me up, sure a liar is one, but what really gets my goat...a dame who cant be trusted" The gritty voice danced out through the shadows, his feet and hands all cuffed guards in the back of the van automatic weapons in hand. The tall 6'5 300 lbs of pure muscle with thick black hair and a deep gritty voice spoke. "All the preperations were perfect, the drop was made on time, the players were all set in their posistion, even the father time was kissing my a**." Revenge on Z-ro's mind...on everyones mind, she was the reason all major players are on the fritz, never has the city been so dry. Without Z-Ro their was money no crime, nothing to fear. He let his guard down. "they call me evil, hmph shes evil all i did was blink." Hey shut up! The nervous captain of the guards screamed his gun pointed at Z-Ros head finger on the trigger. He was calm and continued, he wasnt worried about the guard at all, like he wasnt even there. "she'll feel it, oh shell feel it tonight" his eyes burning with an anticipation as if he knew something was soon to happen, I told you shu!. The guard interupted by the van flipping over onto its side and sliding like penguin on ice. The van arrived at its stop, the nearest car which is pushed into a pole knocking the streetlight loose leaving it flickering every couple seconds.
The back door of the van flew open, it had been kicked off, the heat from under the reduced in size heap of burning rubber and metal left the dark cold gotham night air steaming, and emerged the "giant" as was his street title, not only for his size but for the power of his empire. Taking a step and stretching the steel chain around his huge ankles like a rubberband until the friction made it scream in agony with a hiss as the pressure snapped it easily, The same went for the wrist, and the neck, and the one around his back forcing him to lean, and...etc. Until their was nothing left but a heavy mind full of malicious thoughts toward 1 woman enslaving his very mind. "Come on out...your hiding, i can smell you." A Black thin figure steps from the shadows, a ninja like outfit, Z-Ro hated those types, dark mysterious, they couldnt be trusted, no you that caant be seen can be trusted...he learned that the hard way, he keeeps his eye on everyone close to him, except her for that short while. "Well, inform the others, to meet in gotham hall...i want her head!" Teeth grinding togeather the dark figure loomed in the flickering street light against the backdrop of fire and the smell of freedom in the air, and yea it smelled alot like destruction, alot like fire, The sound of police sirens can be heard against the stale backdrop of the night air. Feint getting louder as the minutes past, Z-Ro stepped toward the alleyway one after another until his figure dissapeared into the darkness.
The town hall Guarded outside by "thugs" of gotham, all black suits and tommy guns. The inside swarmed with colorful Criminals, most of their clothes seeming to have a certain theme. Dice, a boss of southside, tanktop with tattoos of different numbers and colors engraved into his skin with ink mastermind with explosives, someone from his camp set the landmine to set him free. Yea he was known for taking gambles with his life, they say the odds of actually shooting him with your first 12 shots are 12 to 1 in his favor, they all have their claim to fame, a story that defines their power. Black cat, A "Queen" of sorts, only trusted women, slender feline body with a cats knack for tight spaces, she was unhuman in a hand to hand, Or claw to hand, little thief she could put her paws on anything and i mean anything. Ah, and who can forget Tunes, He couldnt talk, but he got his point across well enough, a masksman silent, who could shoot the wing off of a flea from 10 feet away with any weapon you gave him, along with many other unmentionables. As Z-Ro took his place ahead of the others conviened at a table, a silence enveloped the room when his lips parted, yea he commanded respect...and got it without question. The deep voice penetrating all the walls of the hall "now, you all know why were here, because we have a...rat amoung us...I intend to find out who he, or she is." The silence became still and uncomfortable, legs shaking uncontrollably under the table knowing what would happen to anyone who was even wrongly accused of being the one who almost sent "the man" to prison for life. Almost to frightening to know what 300 pounds of pressure could to to a skull when combined with adrenaline.
He stood, and boy did he ever, criminals leaned further back into their chairs, The world grew quiet for those few short moments, the still peace was interupted by the doors of the hall exploding inwardly sending the fragments and shards toward the contents of the room, followed by...
(and thats where it starts, i know its long but feel free to leave your stats age name character bio weapons, etc. I need heros and villans, you snooze you loose so hurry and post, i have a great plot thought out, but i need to know how many people are interested in rp'ing with this idea before i develop the lines, lemmie know if you want to join its an open thread) (p.s. I dont want only OG rpers newcomers feel welcome im new myself and lets have fun!)
Last edited by guccistyle; 09-23-2005 at 11:04 PM.
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09-23-2005, 07:57 AM
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