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| Snow in Providence(RP) | Started by: Crowley on Jan 19, '09 11:44 |
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This is my first shot at an RP. Please, anybody join in. I have no idea where this story is going, so lets make it awesome together! It was cold. It was really fucking cold. Let me set the scene for you. I was standing in a pitch black alleyway off of Atwells Avenue in Providence. Did I ever tell you I hate Providence? Fucking Patriarcas breathing down my god damned neck all the time over here. I can't even eat some fucking scungilli at the Blue Grotto because I got these neanderthalic fucking thugs breathing their thick cigar flavored breath in my face. I'll give you an introduction. My name is Sergio Crowley. Mother was Sicilian, father was some deadbeat. Probably an Englishman. I was sent up to this god-forsaken hole that some people call a city to do a little work for the boss. Just meet the mark, give him the package, move on to warmer climates like some fucking swallow who caught a whiff of the first winter wind. I suffer from many many many acute neuroses that the doctor says I need therapy to work through. Fuck him. I pop a pill to keep me awake. I haven't been sleeping lately. So there I am, right, I'm fishing through the pockets of my coat, staring off at the street. Sometimes some diamond whites roll past and fade to ruby red. I get nervous every time I see them. I got the package in one pocket, and a gun and a piece of paper in the other. I pull it out. Fucking Nine of Swords. Doctor says I shouldn't be so superstitious, but I put a tarot card in my pocket every day to check on my fortune. Nine of swords. Mental anguish. Fuck. So I'm staring at the street, moist black pavement like some fucking snake trying to shed its skin. I look out over the city. The sky is that ugly fucking purple color. You know the one, that bullshit, can't-see-the-stars purple. I watch the road go out of my sight, then I duck back behind the wall into the alley. The snake is like the city, he threatens to swallow me whole. I hear a voice behind me. I jump ten feet in the air. "Crowley, that you? Got the goods?" |
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Rourkey watched patiently as Die_Clause approached Crowley and heard him exclaim: "Crowley, that you? Got the goods?" Crowley turned around slowly to see Die_Clause wearing a cheap dress and too much makeup. Rourkey chuckled at the sight from his vantage point across the street and heard Die_Clause speak up again: "Come on man, just give me a fiver this time and I'll do whatever you like. Whatever. You. Like. I'll let you rough me up this time if you're interested.....Just don't tell my pimp how much you paid and we can make this business go on allllllllll night." Growing weary of this conversation, Rourkey calmly walked over to the conversation and shot Die_Clause in the head. Rourkey spoke: "I hope I didn't interrupt your shenanigans, but I'm here with the cash. You got the goods?" |
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| Reply by: RourkeyRourke at Jan 19, '09 11:49 | |
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After I had landed, I turn around and see some working woman. She says something about money. I don't know what the fuck. Where's the mark? Why am I even here? This is bullshit. An additional set of footsteps marches up on the chick from behind. Big guy. Or, I don't know. When you look like me, they're all big. Gunshot. Blood. Brains. A ruined coat. "Jesus fucking Christ, man, what the fuck you do that for? Fucking boss is gonna kill me man. Jesus....this was supposed to be clean...." I reach, hands shaking, into my pocket for the package. "This what you want, man? Do you even know what's in this thing? I don't have a fucking clue." I said, voice warbling a little, "I sure as hell hope nobody else shows up. This shit must be hot." |
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| Reply by: Crowley at Jan 19, '09 11:55 | |
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"What do you mean it's a set-up?" I grilled my informant for more information. "Fuck. Crowley's been set-up again?" I rushed off in a hurry to the Blue Grotto. Seems that every time I end up asking about Crowley it turns into me saving his ass. Luckily the 'Grotto' was only a few blocks away, it takes me only minutes to get there. As I step into the restaurant I fix the black tie that matches with my black pinstriped suit. I take a step through the threshold- "Fuck." I say as I trip over my own god-damned shoelaces for the 3rd time today. "I am one clumsy mother-fucker." I mutter to no one in particular. I check my shoulder holster for my handgun. It's there, perfectly secure as always. I look around the room for Crowley- There with some hooker...doing God knows what. I walk over to him in hopes to sway him from the deal. "Crowley, we gotta talk." |
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| Reply by: Dr_Ball at Jan 20, '09 13:50 | |
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I jumped about 20 feet in the air this time. People always sneaking up on me. What the hell? Oh, well, at least I knew this one. The good doctor, or whatever the hell he called himself. Higher up in the crew. I assumed he could be trusted. "Oh, h-hey, man, what's going on? I was just delivering the goods to this gentleman over here. S'there a problem, boss?" Nobody said anything for a minute. The wind blew. It was that cold, hard-nosed wind, so stubborn it doesn't notice coats or gloves or scarves and just dives right through to flesh and bone. Fuck, I hate the winter. |
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| Reply by: Crowley at Jan 20, '09 15:57 | |
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"Crowley, it's a set-up kid. I just-" BANG BANG I heard gun shots. Glass shattering everywhere. I take a step to dive for cover, but trip over a chair and fall flat on my face, as per the usual. "Crowley get down!" I yell, as I crawl to the back of the restaurant. Everyone is screaming. Blood, blood everywhere....Mine? No I think not. "Crowley where are you?" I yell as the drive-by ends. I look around, unable to see him through the mist of splintered wood and brick. |
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| Reply by: Dr_Ball at Jan 22, '09 12:11 | |
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Glass shattered like snowflakes, or angel's feathers or some other type of poetic metaphor. Anyway, it was bad and sharp. The Doctor had gone down shooting. I had run off screaming. I clutched the package to my chest as close as I could and reached for the Colt Peacemaker in my pocket, and attempted to pull it out. Fucking hammer got stuck on my pocket. Always fucking gets stuck. I pulled it out. Shots whizzed by like little deadly hornets, and I heard some screams. The fire stopped, and I heard some footsteps walking out of the alley. I was flat against the wall with the gun out. I turned around the corner and pointed the Peacemaker down the alley. It was only the Doctor. "Christ, man, you get 'em? Where's the mark from before? Rourke or whatever? What's in the box, man?" |
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| Reply by: Crowley at Jan 23, '09 17:15 | |
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