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Love and War; Is all really fair?
Topic Started: Mar 17 2011, 10:39 PM (51,306 Views)
The Vidit of Light
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Didymus was made tense by this man, and he felt for something.

His revolver.

"My busniess with Miss Archer is my own." he said. "Now kindly slow the car down and pull over, then explain to me what YOUR busniess is with Miss Archer."

He slowly was drawing his gun, ready to whip it out if need be.

But he was trying not to draw it until it he had more evidence, if there was any to be found, that he was in legitimate danger.

Central Park

In the day, at least, and in some parts, Central Park could be quite relaxing.

The birds were singing and people were walking about, but one particular visitor was standing off of the path, watching as the birds gathered around her.

"Hello, my feathered friends..." she said softly.

She sighed, weary over the recent news. Storm clouds were gathering...maybe she'd go see Cherion or someone later. But for now, she stood by the tree, letting the birds gather around her as they were wont to do.
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Hawkins House

Like her parents Joyce had a bad habbit of running off around the city on her own...Especially after she would get into trouble with Melanie or Galv. The girl grabbed her notebook and a couple of the papers she had been writing on and opened her window. Luckily the girl had a tall tree beside her room, a welcomed rarity in the city, which gave her the perfect means of escape.

A few minutes later the girl had climbed down the tree and was heading towards Central Park...It would only take a few minutes if she ran...

Central Park

Joyce loved Central Park, as it gave plenty of spaces for Joyce to sit and people watch or brainstorm on her latest stories. Sometimes the girl would even head down to where the old homeless men would gather and get interviews! They always had some great quotes.

But for now the girl was just wandering down one of the many paths, chomping on a bag or candied almonds that she had bought at a nearby vendor..

Suddenly Joyce heard a chirp. The girl stopped, looking down at a little bird that had stopped in front of her....She shuddered, not really liking such creatures (as she thought their eyes were exceedingly creepy and they were rather ruthless when hungry), and made a move to step around it...

Naturally the bird moved in her way again....And then another joined. Joyce wrinkled her nose and tried to move again. Another added to the pack getting in her way.

"Oh for the love of-"

Soon there were four and Joyce was really wondering where they were coming from. The girl looked around and notice the birds hopping over from a girl who was surrounded by perhaps a dozen of the creatures. Joyce frowned and pulled out an almond, tossing it at the girl and hoping the birds would return to their friends by her...

Cocktail Lounge

Kanna walked in the lounge from the back, but tried to look natural...As if she had NOT just killed a man in the alley. She headed from the front desk and leaned over it, eying the man.

"I would like a...Job" she told him, her accent back and as German as ever.

The man raised a brow and grinned at the woman. "As a singer or dancer...or other"

"Singer" she said simply "I don't do anything else unless I am ze aggressor"

The man looked intrested "Oh really? How old are you?"

"Too old for you" she answered

"Oh come on, you can't be a day over thirty"

"I will take zat as a compliment" she said with a smile "But you are still off...Anyways! Zat doesn't matter! I wish to have a job, surely you have some? I just came into America today"

"From Germany I presume?" the man questioned "You do seem to have the accent"

"A very perceptive man you are" Kanna observed, pulling out some papers "My immigration papers"

The man took them and looked the papers over, eventually handing them back and grinning "Alright then, you're a pretty woman we'll see how you do. Men start coming in in about an hour, we'll see how popular you are. Girls keep 70% of their tips, and the rest goes to us. Whatever else you chose to do it under the table."

Kanna nodded and turned to leave "I will be back, perhaps I vill drop my zhings off at a nearby hotel. Danke Schön"

Kanna left the lounge, having acquired a job.....Now for a place to stay.

Broadway Coffee House]

Crystal giggled, looking to Sama "Flattery will get you surprisingly far with me mister detective" she told him "But I fear I do not have quite as many stories as you. And definitely nothing quite as intriguing! You're just like those noir detectives from the pictures! I didn't know men like that existed in real life!"
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Central Park

"Ah!" Diana cried out as something small hit her, it wasn't very painful, but...surprising.

"What was that?" she wondered out loud.

As Joyce hoped, the birds turned back and started making their way to Diana again...
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[Cab]

The cab did not slow down. Instead, Adam sped it up, now driving rather dangerously on the shoulder of the road, sometimes slipping onto the sidewalk, and sometimes in the road; all in an effort to maintain speed on the incredibly congested roads.

“Miss Archer has some valuable information. Until she shares it with me, I cannot allow someone to be causing trouble.” Adam growled from the front. “And you're in no position to make demands. You will explain, or you will end up dead in a dumpster.”

They're going to be good friends, I can tell.

[Shady Hotel]

“I'm looking for a friend of mine. Mr. Smith.”

Rica was now standing in the lobby of a rather shady hotel, not too far from a certain cocktail lounge, speaking with the clerk behind the table.

“... Yeah, we got a Smith. Want me to ring his room?” The clerk asked after a moment.

“No. I'd prefer to surprise him. Could you tell me his room number?” Rica asked, but the clerk gave a small frown at this request.

“Sorry buddy, company policy is to not give out a guest's room number without permission. For all I know, dude in the room could be giving it to your wife and you're here to kill him.”

The clerk has a very active imagination. Rica merely chuckled, and pulled out a crisp $100 bill – which, given this is 1938, is a heckova lot of money.

“Maybe this will change your mind? I assure you, I'm just here to pay a visit to an old friend.” Rica flashed a grin, allowing some of his cajun drawl to enter his voice.

The clerk pocketed the bill, and directed Rica towards room 221 on the second floor. In a matter of minutes, the spy with the shoe-phone was now standing outside of that door.

He reached under his jacket and felt for his pistol. If he needed too, he was ready to go in shooting. Rica grabbed the door handle and pushed it open, stepping into a rather unfurnished room.

This particular hotel didn't service upscale clients. Mostly it was used by... shady sorts. The kind of room where it would be common to find a woman of questionable moral fiber and revealing clothes.

Instead, Rica found an man who looked to be in his sixties. Gray hair, a wrinkled old face and an annoyed look plastered on his lips.

“Must you show off? You could have called, Jackson.”

Rica instantly groaned at the mention of his first name. “I like to show off. Keeps you on your toes. Now, what have you got for me?”

The older man stood up from the bed and indicated a briefcase. “Inside you'll find all the standard fares. The watch I'm particularly proud of. Emits a highly magnetic field capable of deflecting bullets. There's a listening device in the base, as well, disguised as a spare battery. Your usual multi-door key, capable of picking most any lock.”

Rica yawned. “All nice... what about the booms?”

The man just shook his head. “This isn't that kind of mission, Agent Rica. Washington would frown if you started blowing things up in America.”

“Oh, come on... if this is about Paris...”

“It's not, and don't remind me. Anyway, there's a new gun for you too. Standard silencer, enhanced capacity clip. Don't go losing this one.”

Rica nodded. “I won't, I won't... now how about my cash supply?”

The old man looked livid. “This money is for your MISSION. Not for your personal expenses... I don't expect to see you trying to write off hookers and booze as a business expense!”

“Hey! I already told you about St. Petersburg... I used the vodka to clean Sokolov's bullet wound, and that hooker was a very valuable contact. She provided me with-”

“I don't want to hear what the hooker gave you!” The old man growled.

“I was going to say valuable information.” Rica chuckled.

“Yes, and I'm sure that's all you 'discussed'.” The old man narrowed his eyes.

“Come on, you know me... would I do anything inappropriate on a mission?”

… We all know the answer to that.

[Broadway Coffee House]

"Flattery will get you surprisingly far with me mister detective"

Sama grinned to himself. “I'll have to remember that, Miss Rose.”

Around the time she commented on his similarity to a noir detective, the waitress returned with the coffee (and anything else they ordered) and placed it down on the table. Sama grinned and took a sip for a moment, before leaning back and looking to her.

“Oh, there's a few of us real life movie detectives. Not an abundance... but every there's a few running around. I've heard of an fellow whose supposed to be quite good, and I hear there's a guy in London whose supposed to be a modern day Holmes.”

He then grinned. “Anyway, I'd be delighted to share my stories with you anytime.”
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-Hawkins House-

“Of course we wouldn't test it!” Galv said, frowning, “Besides, if he was, our clothing bill would sky rocket...Dad always complained about getting shirts ruined...”

Blake was down on the ground again, clutching his blanket still.

“...Okay...” Blake said, then headed outside to play. Maybe he'd find someone who didn't think he was creepy...

“Ohhhh, dinner,” Galv said, “What are you making? Anything I can help with?”

Galv was a better cook then Erin...but not by much.

-Narroh Apartment-

“Well...okay then,” Erin said, “I would love to see our daughter again! I just feel bad that you take me out all the time!”

Jason would probably feel even worse if he tried to eat Erin's cooking.

-Old Man Sensei's House of Butt Whoop-

“You must have patience,” Old Man sighed, shaking his head at Adrianna, then moved, attempting to hit a nerve in her neck, to make her fall down!

Aaron, meanwhile, paused, staring at Musashi.

“I'm sorry!” he said again, shifting in the mat, then moving quickly, attempting to get around Musashi and kick him in the back!
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[Old Man Sensei's School Of Butt Whoop]

Musashi was suddenly kicked in the back and knocked forward; but as soon as he hit the ground he curled into a ball and rolled, ending up on the other side of the room and hopping back to his feet, turning to Aaron.

“You've got some good skills, kid! I can tell Old Man Sensei's training is as sharp as ever. I'm mad at myself for not keeping up with all of my training... but I think I can still beat you!”

Musashi actually had a hugely important and pressing reason for coming to Old Man Sensei; but at the moment, that was not important. Musashi was focused entirely on this battle!
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Didymus was a tad frightened by the situation he was in...this crazy man was trying to get them both killed, it appeared.

But courage is not about the absence of fear. Besides, part of him was just ticked off.


“Miss Archer has some valuable information. Until she shares it with me, I cannot allow someone to be causing trouble. And you're in no position to make demands. You will explain, or you will end up dead in a dumpster.”


This was it.

Adam would have felt something hard and metal pressed against his neck from the back, the click of a magnum readying to fire.

Didymus had leaned forward and drew his revolver.

"Me, end up dead? You first, then. Or you can slow down and pull over."
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[Cab]

Adam was no stranger to guns. In fact, he was quite profient with them... to an insanely scary degree.

“Hmm... Magnum .357. A fine weapon, to be sure. Though I cannot see it well from my current position, it would appear you keep it cleaned and in good working condition. Still, a poor man's weapon in comparison to the Colt .45 Single-Action Army.”

He did not seem to show much fear in the fact that Didymus had a gun to his neck.

“Okay. We got off to a bad start. Still... put your weapon away. At the speed I'm going, and given the traffic... if you shoot me, this car will crash, and even if you survive, you will be laid up in a hospital for months.”

Adam increased the speed, once again driving on the sidewalk. “Besides... the crash will likely kill some civilians. I'm fine with that, are you? Now... if you put your revolver away, we can park and talk this over like civilized gentlemen.”

“That... or we can pit my .45 against your .357 in an old west style draw. Either way, if you shoot me now, we both die.”
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Didymus listened and scoffed.

"Hmph. You're talking about an antique. The single-action is a staple of American heritage at this point, but my weapon is only a "poor man's gun" by comparison because yours has the value of antiquity."

"I'm all for pulling over and talking this out. But I'll ease off IF and WHEN you pull over and stop."

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“The only reason you haven't splattered the contents of my skull across the window is because at this speed, it would likely kill you as well. No... put your gun down, and I will slow down. It's very simple.”

Adam was a crazy man, perhaps, but he had good reason to be. He came from a special unit that was trained in extreme and unorthodox ways...
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Didymus sighed.

Slowly, he drew his hand back and pointed his gun away from Adam.

But he didn't put it away. It was clear, in a jerk of his hand he could put a bullet in his back, his skull, his neck...

...he was "compromising".

"Now kindly PULL OVER."

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Adam turned off the main road, into a parking structure. He sped up several levels until the cab was on the highest level – the roof, and then he jerked the wheel, spinning the car wildly to a stop.

In a fluid motion, he jerked open the door and was out of the cab, drawing his Colt SAA and aiming it. And it would be totally badass if Didymus pulled a similar manuver and the two were now standing at a drawn down with one another. *hint hint* XD
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The car was stopped, but Adam had practiced treachery.

As (half) expected.

However, he was ready-as ready as he could be. He took cover as the car spun out, and when the car had stopped/was stopping, he was firing, trying to force Adam to take cover as he unlocked the car doors and opened the door opposite that of Adam, and rolled out getting to cover.

"TALK THIS OUT, HUH?" he shouted.

He had been sure to save a couple shots...



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[Parking Structure]

Adam was quick to move and stay away from the shots. He took cover behind another parked car, and just gave a smirk. Adamska was a very good shot... there was a reason a man so young held the sort of position he did.

He was especially good at “trick” shots, where he would ricochet his bullets. Sure, the bullet degraded a bit and so it wasn't quite as deadly after it ricocheted... but he was still able to use this to shoot around corners, and that's a very handy trick.

“Hey, I'm not the one who started shooting.” Adamska growled from behind the car. “You had a gun to my head; and you didn't put it away like I said. You really expect me to leave my own holstered?”

He fired one of his “trick” shots on the ground; and it ricocheted up, smashing into the car a few inches from Didymus' right. He mainly was cocky enough he wanted to show off that he could shoot in that unusual manner.

“Anyway... we can talk like this. So now... what is it you want from Archer?”
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Hawkins House

Melanie gave a little laugh, patting her husband on the shoulder. "Why don't you go play with the children, you should be able to relax darling"

Also known as: I don't want my house burnt down so please don't cook.

The woman gave a little grin, turning and disappearing into the kitchen in order to complete something good for her family.

Old Man Sensei's House of Butt Whoop

"Hey! What do you think you're-Gah!"

Old Man Sensei accomplished his feat, pinching the girl's nerve and causing her to collapse to the floor beside him. She was unable to move.

"I effing hate you old man" she muttered through grit teeth.

Narroh Apartment

Jason laughed, kissing the top of his wife's forehead "Don't worry about it" he said with a grin "I like being able to do things like this for you"

In truth Jason tried VERY hard to be able to do such things. Working in the military didn't pay particularly well and unlike Melanie he didn't refused to take any money from his mother. He was able to afford a few nicer things by spending some time working extra jobs, and being VERY lucky at the job's various pools for sporting events.

Jason proceeded to take Erin's arm, leading her out of the appartment. "Come, Broadway beckons!"

Central Park

Joyce turned quickly when she noticed she had hit someone with her candied almonds. The girl frowned and rushed over (though careful to avoid the birds) and bowed her head.

"Er...S-sorry about that ma'm" she said...Though she couldn't help but to notice all the birds...It didn't look like the woman was scared of them...

Broadway- The Ritz

Kanna had decided to catch another cab (this time not killing the poor driver) to the nicer part of town a few blocks away where she could find a suitable hotel. Paying in cash the woman made her way up to a suite she was given and started to unpack her things.

Quickly the woman changed into a tight fitting cocktail dress and heels, applyed some lipstick and filled her purse with a few things. She then grabbed her suitcase once more and headed out.

The woman decided she would visit Broadway....There were some great ways there to kill some time....

Broadway Coffee House

"Oh London! How amazing!" Crystal said excitedly, leaning in and taking a sip of her drink. "Tell me mister detective have you been around the world?!"

She seemed VERY intrested in Sama....It was almost as if she was trying to learn all about him.
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