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| Allen | Jan 5 2011, 05:55 PM Post #1 |
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Lane and Guy's Reunion Locke and Nancy in "The Russian" [Players: Allen, Dave, Karl, Frank] --THIS RP IS COMPLETE-- Guy: He walked along the sidewalk, baseball bat in hand as he ran it along the walls of the brick buildings to make that clickety clack sound much similar to a horse's trod. The look on his face was rather stoic, almost as if he was half asleep and still dreaming as the clicking and clacking suddenly stopped in front of one particular store. Turning his head very slowly to look through the window, he just tilted his head with that same expression before lifting up his bat and swinging away through the glass as if he was aiming for a home run Lane: Lane had just been initiated into the gang a few days ago, and he was supposed to be doing a "job" with some of the other guy right now, but as it turns out, he was late. Not that he cared. He didn't really care about much at all lately. He walked down the sidewalk, with a glare that actually scared a couple of people off the sidewalk as he passed, and neared the intersection where the job was supposed to be taking place. He heard a crash and an alarm. It must have started already. Lane saw one of the guys he had met earlier, and sped up his pace just a little bit, reaching the store just in time to be smacked into by someone running away from the scene Guy: That guy looked at him funny. God, he hated that look. He fucking... HATED IT. That guy... That FUCKING GUY had to DIE. With the most terrible sneer on his face, he gripped his bat tightly in his hand as he began to quickly pace himself towards That Fucking Guy, who had just luckily happened to run into somebody. That one can wait later. This one... He jumped into the air a bit as he raised the bat over his head and brought it crashing down against the man's skull. He was down for the count, but oh no, he wasn't going to stop there. He'll fucking pay for ever looking at me like that. Those fucking eyes HAD TO GO. With the man laying lifeless on the ground, he continued to bash the bat into his head Lane: Lane stumbled back from the impact. Whoever had just ran into him was going to pay for it. He should've watched where he was going. Lane looked up, prepared to punch this asshole in the face, when he recognized the man walking towards them, bat in hand. Guy? There was something very stange about him though. A look Lane hadn't seen before, not even when Guy had him at gunpoint. When Guy's bat hit the man's skull with a loud crunch, again and again and again, Lane actually wondered whether this really was Guy at all. Guy: As he continued to beat down on the man's head, the blood and bits of brain matter began to splatter all around them, almost reminiscent of making strawberry smoothie and forgetting to put the lid on. "MOTHER FUCKIN' PIECE A SHIT CUNT FUCKIN' ASS FAGGOT, I'LL FUCKIN'" He was yelling all of this out with the most intense rage and anger in his voice before kicking the man's already falling apart head. Closing his eyes and breathing as if he had been holding it in, he cricked his neck a bit before opening them back up to glance at Lane "...'Ey... Y'look... Familiar." Lane: "…Do I?" Lane asked, still disbelieving what he'd just seen. Lane vaguely wondered why Guy didn't seem to remember him, but got distracted by the screaming bystanders. No doubt someone had called the police. Locke: Wee woo wee woo Guy: He crinkled his nose in disdain before hawking up a loogie to spit onto the already dead man's body. Shaking his bat a bit to fling the flecks of blood off of it, he turned to Lane with a bit of a crooked grin before lifting up the front of his cap ever so slightly with his index finger "You're that fuckin'... Guy. Ye, that fuckin' new guy, ain't ye? Fuckin' late, but we ain't stayin'ere no moh. C'MON" He motioned his hand towards Lane to follow him as he lightly jogged his way into a nearby alley Lane: Lane stepped over the mutilated head and followed Guy into the alleyway. He was still having trouble wrapping his mind around this, and it crossed his mind that maybe it was NOT the best idea to follow Guy. After all, they really were strangers now. It wasn't just that Guy didn't remember him, Lane actually didn't KNOW him anymore. He didn't have any idea what would make Guy snap like that. But… he really wanted to know what had happened. Really, what the fuck had happened? "Hey," he asked as he followed, then wondered how the hell he was supposed to ask ‘What the fuck was that and why don't you remember me I thought we were friends and shit, what the fuck happened to you, you're fucking scary now.' In any way that wasn't too weird. Guy: He maneuvered his way through the alleyway, occasionally glancing behind himself to check if Lane was still there. Giving him another one of his little smiles. he nodded his head a tad bit before pointing towards a rusty old junk of a car that was parked at the end of the alleyway. The not so glamorous getaway car. As he began to walk faster through the alleyway, he stopped very suddenly as Lane called out to him. Raising a bit of an eyebrow but otherwise keeping that stoic expression on his face, he turned his body fully to face him ...Ye? What? What y'want? Lane: -about to say something like "you don't remember me at all?", then changes his mind- "... Never mind, let's just get the fuck out of here." Guy: He just raised an eyebrow as he waved his arm a bit towards the car before tossing Lane the keys "I ain't too good at drivin'. Y'drive, ye?" Lane: He catches the keys, and gets in the car. Guy: He just shifted his way into the passenger's seat Lane: Lane starts driving "Where am I supposed to be going?" Guy: He just lifted his legs up onto the dashboard as he stared out the window, whistling "Where else? Y' been t'th'base befoh, hadn't ye? Jus' fuckin' drive where ye talked t'th'boss n'shit." Lane: He drives that direction. He keeps glancing at Guy out of the corner of his eye, wary and confused. What's going on? Why is he here? What the fuck happened to him? Lane gives an audible sigh. Guy: Guy's head snapped back towards Lane with a bit of a crazy look in his eyes as he pretty much kicked the already shitty dashboard in with his foot "WHAT? Y'GOTTA PROHLEM WIT'ME? IF YE GOT SOMETHIN' T'SAY, FUCKIN' SAY IT BEFORE I FUCKIN' CUT YOUR EYES OUT MOTHERFUCKER" He took a deep inhalation of breath before looking at Lane again with a completely normal face. Lane: Lane flinched slightly when Guy snapped. He didn't like this new Guy, he was unpredictable and dangerous. The old one may have been weird, but he was at least predictably weird. "I don't have any fucking problem with you. ... If I DID, i wouldn't be doing the fucking getaway driving for you in this shit car." Guy: He just snapped as he pretty much reached his foot over across Lane to kick his side of the door open before retracting it to LUNGE at him instead, all while yelling and cursing Lane: The car swerves wildly and Lane somehow manages to hit the breaks with Guy attacking him. Lane is shoved off his seat, and falls onto the asphalt with guy on top of him, raging and yelling. Lane wrestles with him, trying to hold him back. Guy: As the both of them fell onto the asphalt, Guy held his place on top of Lane and grabbed at his head to repeatedly bash it against the side walk. His fingers practically digging into Lane's skull, he lifted it up to smash it back down with that crazy look on his face. Before he could actually do the deed, several of their fellow gang members who noticed the car swerving had stopped as well to see what was going on.Seeing That Guy going apeshit again, 5 of them ran over to pry Guy away and hold him back Lane: Lane quickly got up after guy was pryed off him and took a few steps back. "The FUCK is wrong with you? You weren't like this before!" Guy: After taking a few deep breaths and snapping himself away from the other gang members, he nonchalantly began to fix his clothing and hat before glancing up at Lane "Befoh? Befoh what? I don' fuckin' know ye." Lane: Lane is past confused and worried about Guy, and into annoyed and angry. "WELL, you should. You SHOULD fucking know me. And I don't know what the fuck happened to you, but it turned you into a fucking maniac!" Guy: Guy let out another crazy yell as he pulled the gun out of his belt before being held back again by the guys again "I'll FUCKIN' REMEMBER YE AWRITE, I'LL FUCKIN' GET YE, YE FUCKIN' CUNT PIECE'A SHIT. I'LL FUCKIN' KILL YE." The fact of the matter was, Guy didn't like Lane's face from the moment he laid eyes on it. Something about it was SO familiar, but he just couldn't remember, no matter how hard he tried. And THIS made him ANGRY and FRUSTRATED Lane: Lane raised his hands in a mocking expression of surrender "Alright, FINE. Fuck this, I take it back. You were ALWAYS a fucking asshole." Guy: He struggled to break free from their grasps as he fired a couple shots into the air, still yelling and screaming at Lane like a wild animal WATCH Y'BACK, Y'HEAR. I'M GONNA FUCKN' GET YE, YE FUCKIN' COWAN. I. DON'T. FUCKIN'. KNOW. YE. Guy: HE CALMED THE FUCK DOWN Lane: "Someone else drive with him, I don't want anything to do with him and I doubt he wants anything to do with me." Guy: He let out a long sigh as he fixed himself up again before extending a hand out to Lane with an apologetic smile on his face "'Ey, sorry 'bout that... It's not you or anythin'. I've got some prollehms, ye know?" He pointed his other hand up towards the side of his head where a deep scar was somewhat visible through his hair. Lane: Lane gives him a wary look and doesn't take his hand Guy: His eyes lit up a bit as he grabs Lane's hand anyway and began to shake it up and down "We cool, buddy?" Lane: He wasn't actually sure if he was "cool" or not, but it was probably best just to say yes. I... guess. Lane cautiously took his hand from Guy. Guy: Guy gave him two thumbs up and that retarded looking smile of his as he gestured back over to their car "Y'redeh t'rahd?" He gave a little laugh as he raised his hands up in playful defense "I won' do notin'. Promise." Lane: Lane watched Guy's face, looking for that crazy look from before. "... Fine, but if you go fucking crazy again, YOU'RE gonna be the one on the fucking asphalt." Guy: He just grinned like a moron as he gave him a wink and hopped back towards the car. Inside, he began to twiddle his fingers around a bit as he bit his lower lip Lane: He gave the other gang members a look that said "I'm not doing this again if this doesn't work" and gets into the car, driving off again. Guy: He turned his head to stare at Lane with the WEIRDEST look on his face. Not a violent look, but a sort of questioning and a ‘Omg, you're a giant cockroach driving the car ahhh' look. "...Ye say ye know me? Y'com t'git me or what? Who are ye?" Lane: He glances at Guy before looking back at the road "I guess we were friends." Guy: He raised a bit of an eyebrow as he slunk into his seat a bit and stared out the window with a very lathargic expression. "Friends? Huh... What kinda friends...?" He furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance as he tried to remember this guy, but didn't get anything Lane: "I don't know, FRIENDS. Normal ones." Guy: He frowned a bit as he began to play around with the bat in his lap "...What KINDA friends." He was beginning to grow a little frustrated. He couldn't remember having any friends. At all Lane: He sighs "Well, pretty good friends I think. You were the only one I had in –inserteastcoastsityhere-, anyway" Guy: "-inserteastcoastcityhere-? ...What happened? What's my name? Who was I? What'd I do? What happened t'me? Can y'tell me?" Lane: Lane looks at him with a weird look "You don't remember your name even? It's that bad?" Guy: He shrugged his shoulders a bit "Everyone jus' calls me That Guy. I can't... Remember much. I've tried seen doctors, but they can't help me when they can't even find m'family n'friends. Why, what's m'name?" Lane: Lane gives a very small chuckle "Well, they've got part of your name right. You're Guy Thomas." Guy: He frowned a bit as he just crossed his arms together "...M'name's Thomas then?" Lane: "No, your name's GUY." Guy: He frowned even more as he let out a scoff "Very funny. Now C'MON, what's m'name?" Lane: "I'm fucking serious." Guy: Took his hat off and ran his hand through his hair before letting out a frustrated groan "'Ere I was, expectin' for somethin' t'help jog m'memry n'all. N'everyone's already been fuckin' callin' me m'name th'tire time." Lane: "Guess you need more than just your name to do that." Guy: He grinned again like a moron as he looked towards lane with the creepiest Guy look ever "N'NOW I gots YOU." Lane: "Yeah, well, thanks for trying to bash in the fucking brains of your ticket to regaining your memory." Guy: He frowned some more as he stared at Lane with sincere regret in his eyes "Look, I'm sorry, awrite? Din't they tell y'bout me? Is jus' better t'not... Y'know... Git m'all riled up n'shit." Lane: Lane was still annoyed that Guy had almost killed him, and probably would be for quite a while. He put on a sarcastic tone. "I apologize for thinking you were the same person I knew before." Guy: He just gave a crooked grin and stared straight ahead at the road "'Pology 'cepted." THEY ARRIVE THEY PULLED UP TO A RATHER DINGY LOOKING APARTMENT COMPLEX WHICH WAS THE BASE OF THE STREET GANG'S OPERATIONS Lane: Lane parks the car and they head in Guy: He stretched the bat over his shoulders as they headed into the building. The lower grunts inside the building seemed to shy away from Guy as he smiled and nodded to them while passing. He was confused as to why they didn't like him. "What made y'com'ere?" Lane: Lane didn't anwer for quite a while. He really didn't like to remember why he was there. "I don't want to talk about it. Not now." Guy: He merely shrugged his shoulders as he made his way upstairs, gesturing with his head for Lane to follow as well "Whatev' man. Gonna come out sooner'later, right?" Lane: He wasn't sure if he wanted to talk about it sooner OR later. Guy didn't even remember Heather, and the only reason he was being so friendly now was that Lane had TOLD him they were once friends. That didn't mean they were friends NOW... He scowled as he followed Guy up the stairs. Guy: He just happily skipped along upstairs, tapping a rythm with his bat against the banister as he went. "Y'gon' talk t'him or what?" Lane: "I don't know. I'm the new one. You talk." Guy: He just grinned stupidly as he pointed his bat towards the door of the Boss' room "You're th'one who screwed up, man." Lane: He frowned and entered the room Guy: Smiling and whistling, he threw his bat over his shoulder as he sauntered in after Lane SO, THEY SAW THE BOSS, GOT SORT OF YELLED AT, AND THAT WAS THAT They've left the boss's room and are walking back down the hall. Guy: "SO, WHAT Y'WANNA DO, BUDDY?" Lane: "I WANT to go home. But knowing you, you won't let me, will you." Guy: He shrugged his shoulders a bit before swinging his bat around "Nothin's stoppin' ye, buddy." Lane: "... Then are you going to follow me home? The old you would. The old you would follow me all over the fucking place." Guy: He just grinned as he nodded his head AND BACK AT BCI HQ Locke: He lit up a cigarette as he excitedly looked toward Nancy So, who're we gwonna go aftuh? Nancy: She threw a fat file at him "Someone found a lead on th'guy in there. Sasha... Demisomthin'." Locke: He just skimmed the file a bit before tossing it over his head again, hitting that same intern that was picking up the paperwork from the OTHER file he just threw at his head "Whatevuh, let's jus' go bust'im, yea?" Sasha: Sasha was at his second home, chewing on some jolly ranchers while some whore rubbed his feet. "Dun be two gentul.. if you be tickling my feet I kick you in your fat head." Nancy: She grins. Once she's started the crime fighting work, she gets really into it "A'right, we'll go bust 'im. C'mon, get in th'car, hurry hurry" Locke: He clapped his hands together as he ran to the car "YEEAH" Nancy: She follows after Locke, gets in, and pulls onto the street and SHOULD WE SKIP TO THE ARRIVING? Nancy: ARRIVE Locke: He hopped out of his car and slipped another cigarette into his mouth, lighting it up as he glanced around at all of the Russian immigrants in the area "This place is crawlin' wit them fuckin' russkies. Watch y'back, partnuh" Russian: One of the Russians looked over to them and turned their bodies to make a call on their cellphone. That call was to Sasha, to warn him about the BCI in the area. He started to get on his move a few blocks down Nancy: "'Course I'm watchin', y'don't need to tell me that." She looks around. "I guess we need to just start lookin' 'round, see what we can find" Locke: He let out a puff of smoke as he grabbed ahold of a passing Russian "'Ey buddeh, I wanna talk t'ya. Y'know a Demidov 'round'ere?" Russian: The Russian looked to him, biting his lip a little as he lowered his cellphone to close it and pocket it. No, eh... Demidov.... Not round here english... not good. He gave a meek grin, lifting his hand to rub the back of his neck Locke: He smiled a bit as he bent forward a bit and lightly slapped at the man's face "English no good, eh? You unduhstand JAIL? What about police BRUTALITY?" Nancy: "'EY, Locke, 'ow many times I have to tell you to cut that shit out? Wait till he DOES somethin'." Russian: The Russian glared at him, taking a bit of a step back before he looked to Nancy then back to Locke I do not want talk with you. He waved his hand, then touched the cheek he slapped. Locke: He let out a laugh as he gently shoved the man back and put his hands up in defense "Aw, c'mon, jus' usin' some harmless scare tactics. Besides, these fuckin' cossacks don't know no better anyways." Russian: He looked back to him, he glare still in his blue eyes before he lowered his hand, taking a moment before he spoke again. "Which Demidov you look." He asked, putting his hands in his pockets as he fiddled with his cellphone. He knew that there were many Demidov's. He could point him in the wrong direction of his boss. Nancy: She rolled her eyes at Locke. Locke: He let out a scoff as he began to chuckle a bit, looking back and forth between Nancy and the man "Which Demidov?" The look on his face quickly changed into a harsh glare as he grabbed the man by his shirt collar and slammed him back into a brick wall "Y'FUCKIN' KNOW WHICH DEMIDOV I'M TALKIN' ABOUT. TELL us WHERE'E is or you're gonna be goin' T'JAIL for WHATEVUH the fuck I. WANT." Russian: The Russian gave a grunt of a sound when he was pushed against the brick wall, gritting his teeth as he exhaled a shake from his nose. A Russian curse word slipped from under his breath as he looked Locke straight in the eyes. "You want Sasha... Sasha Demidov?" He asked, his hands holding to his wrist of the hand that gripped to the collar of his shirt. The other Russian's were alerting the other members, Sasha was already long gone back to his secret hiding place with his whore for some after heist/murder glory. Locke: He looked back towards Nancy, checking to make sure it was the right guy he was talking about Nancy: She nods. "Yeah, Sasha Demerdawv." Locke: He just slammed the man back against the wall "Y'heard'er." Russian: The man gave another grunt before he turned his head away, his hands pulling Locke's away from his. "Fine. I take you to 'im." He gave on a rather inner feared expression. Just thinking of what Sasha would do to him if he did actually lead them right to where he lived. He didn't know. But he did know other Sasha Demidov's. Locke: He let out a crooked smile as he chuckled over to Nancy, then back down to the man "Y'bettuh be doin' the RIGHT thing, or else there's gwonna be hell t'pay, y'hear me, y'fuckin' rusk" Nancy: She grabs Locke's shoulder. "Y'know he's not gonna take us to a crime boss. It doesn't make any sense. Nobody'd risk that." Locke: He let out a deep sigh as he used his free hand to slick some loose hair back. Furrowing his eyebrows in anger a bit, he quickly flipped the guy around and slammed him against the brick wall, front first, before taking out handcuffs Russian: The Russian looked back between Locke and Nancy, trying to think of what he could say to have them believe him, but when was flipped around and slammed against the wall. He cursed in Russian again and grit his teeth together. He struggled a little, trying to resist as much as he could. Locke: He let out a frustrated grunt as he grabbed the back of the Russian's head and lightly slammed it into the wall "Lookey'ere! Tryin' t'resist arrest too? Yo'jus' diggin' yoself deepuh in this hwole you're in, pal." Nancy: "... wait, what're you 'rrestin' 'im for, anyway." Russian: He growled in reply to him, but he stopped struggling. He shifted a bit then to get himself enough space to ram his thigh against the brick wall to break his cellphone so it would be harder for them to find Sasha. Locke: He just smiled to Nancy as he cuffed the man and began dragging him towards the car "Whatevuh we want." Nancy: She shrugs "Alright." Russian: The Russian grumbled a bit, muttering things in his mother tongue before he glared to the two of them. Deciding not to resist for now. He knew that Sasha couldn't give two flying fucks about him. Locke: Opening the back door of the car, he practically threw the man in before slamming the door shut "Now, that Demifaggot." Russian: The Russian growled a little more as he sat in the back of the cruiser, giving a sigh from his nose after as he relaxed back in the seat. Content knowing that his boss was off with his whore someplace. Locke: He just gave the man a taunting grin as he got into the passenger seat and waited for Nancy to drive off to the next location Russian: The man in the backseat watched the back of their heads. He wanted to give Locke a good swift kick to the face for how he was treated. Though, what did he suspect. He sighed a bit from his nose, looking out the window after. Not bother to talk. he could feel the broken pieces of his cellphone starting to dig into his thigh. Nancy: She got into the driver's seat and looked at Locke for a few seconds. "DAMMIT, Locke, y've gotta quit just doin' shit without givin' me ANY warning. I don' care if we 'rrest the guy or not, but now we gotta deal with him, and how are we gonna find Demerdawv with the whole fuckin' neighborhood knowin' we just 'rrested one a' his lackeys. " Locke: He just crossed his arms and closed his eyes before throwing his head back with a smile "Jus' toss'im in th'holdin' cells and let'im rot there, No one's gonna question us, y'know that. Besides, Demidov's gonna be knowin' about us comin' no mattuh what we do. Might as well have some fun." Russian: The Russian had a small grin spread across his face from hearing the conversation that they were having between one another. Yes it was true, they weren't going to get any kind of information out of him, nor anyone else on the street unless they went to another gang that MAYBE had some information on Demidov. But the topic of having fun with looking for his boss had the Russian frown. Nancy: She started the car "So where we go from 'ere... well, first let's take care a' this guy, we ain't gonna get anything from him." Locke: He rolled down a window as he lit up another cigarette What about those fuckin' chinks ovuh in Chinatown? We could always twoss'im in the middle'a the ghetto area. Let those gooks have some fun with th'Rusk. Russian: The Russian in the back had his eyes go wide, leaning back a bit more in the seat he lifted his feet to kick on the grate. Physically expressing his displeasure at that idea. Locke: He began to grin widely as he turned half of his body around to laugh at the Russian "Oohhh, I think he likes THAT idea." Russian: "I DO NO ENJOY IDEA OF CHINK!!!" He hollared, kicking the grate again. "WHAT KIND OF FUCK COP YOU ARE!" Locke: He began to laugh out loud as he pointed to the Russian in the back as he looked to Nancy "Holy shit! AHAHA, lookit this guy! It's like a fuckin' caged dog!" Nancy: Nancy rolled her eyes at Locke "A'right, we'll do it your way, but if anyone finds out, I was back at HQ doin' paperwork." Locke: He let out another chortle as he turned back towards the road and took another puff of smoke "Anyone finds out? Fuck, no one's gwonna do nothin'. We're fuckin'" He turned back towards the Russian and began to tap at the barrier "WE'RE FUCKIN' BCI, Y'HEAR THAT, BITCH?" Russian: The Russian gritted his teeth again, glaring at Locke then he looked to Nancy, a disbelieve crossing his face. "THIS NOT RIGHT!" He hollared again, not liking being called a dog so he stopped kicking and straightened up again, feeling his heart rate racing at the thought of being dropped right in the middle of Triad teritory. He didn't want to end that way. His glare remained on Locke, spitting on his face through the cagged barrier to express how much, he really hated him. Nancy: Nancy's just driiiivin' Locke: He furrowed his eyebrows in anger as he placed a hand on Nancy's shoulder "Stop th'car right there. This motherfucker's gotta learn not t'fuckin' mess with US." Russian: The Russian gave a bit of a grin, he liked a fight, but then his grin left his face when he rolled his wrists, remembering that they were bound in the cuffs. He kept his glare to Locke, waiting for the car to stop. Nancy: She sighed. "A'right, let me at least pull into an alley for ya. Don' wanna be scarin' the general popyuhlace." Locke: He opened his door and got out of the passenger's seat before taking off the holsters hanging from his shoulders and tossing them into the seat. Cricking his neck a bit, he walked over to the back and opened the door, backing away a bit and gesturing for the man to come out Russian: The Russian licked his lips and looked out to him before he started to slip out from the back seat. Once he got to his feet and steadied himself on the ground he looked back to him. Struggling against the cuffs now that they were an obvious handicap to him. Ridded him of his balance, and fist power. But he still had his legs. Nancy: She gets out of the car and leans against the wall to watch. And to shoot the Russian if he somehow managed to be a real danger, which was unlikely given his situation. Locke: He let out a small chuckle as he rolled his sleeves and stretched his arms a bit. Smiling towards Nancy, his head quickly turned back to the Russian as he quickly side stomped his kneecap Russian: The Russian gave a pained sound as his body buckled to his left kneecap where he was kicked. He tried to get himself right back up again, but he was just a tad too slow. Locke: Smiling a bit as he quickly jumped onto the Russian's back, he grabbed ahold of his hair and pulled his head up. Mumbling with cigarette in mouth "Fuckin' cossack DWOGS like you BELONG on your KNEES like THIS" He gave a bit of a crooked grin as he took the lit cigarette out of his mouth and put it out in the Russian's ear Russian: He found himself down on his knees, without his arms to stop his upper body weight it was his face that hit the asphalt. Tasting the blood in his mouth and running down his nose he coughed to help get it out, then the pain from the cigarette being put out in his ear had him give a sharp loud cry. His body moved to try to get him off his back, struggling more than he had before. Nancy: Nancy's just chewin' her gum and checkin' her watch Locke: He pinned him down with his knee on his back, pushing harder and digging it in as he lifted his head up some more to slam it down against the pavement before stopping suddenly. "Y'knoow what? This ain't fair." He smiled as he got up onto his feet and dragged the man's body up before tossing him into the backseat again "Why should I get all'a th'fun? Those chinks are gwonna really enjoy eatin' up a cwossack dwog like you" Nancy: "Y' all done then?" She gets back into the car Locke: He nodded and let out a little sigh of relief as he got back into the car with her Nancy: She drives "Yer cleanin' up the back seat when we're done." Russian: The Russian panted a bit, groaning as he writhed in the back seat. Laying on his back in a very uncomfortable position. He felt the car moving again, his heart still racing on the knowledge of where he was going. TO CHINATOOOWN Locke: As the car rolled itself to a stop, Locke stepped out of the car and opened the door to the backseat. Grinning at the bleeding Russian, he began to drag him out by his feet from the car and onto the streets where several Chinese were warily watching them Russian: The Russian looked around a little, not sure exactly where he was because his head was a bit funny from hitting it against the ground to help break his fall. He licked his bloody lips. He looked to the Triad's that were surrounding the area, feeling his stomach sink. "Shit..." Nancy: Just waaaaatchin the scene Locke: He bent over the Russian man with a wide grin on his face "Dwon't. Fuckin'. Mess. With. THE LAW." His expression quickly changed to that of anger as he spat in the Russians face before walking back towards the car and getting in. Aaaand they drive on, leaving him behind Russian: The Russian tried to wipe the spit from his face, watching as they drove away. He looked around again after, swallowing. He was easy bait, cuffed, and on his knees. Chinese: Waiting for the BCI to pull off, the triads waited for the coast is clear signal before making their move. Chatter rose as they closed in slowly. Unsure as to whether he was bait or if he was just free game. |
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