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MarlaSinger : Keep your children away! Started by: The_Kid on Oct 14, '17 02:13

Kid slurped on the little amount of orange juice that was left at the bottom of his juice box. He threw the empty box in his huge pile in front of his desk. He started to work on his daily paperwork and quickly felt the need to let the orange juice flow out. He sighed and made his way to the bathroom and relieved himself. Right in the middle of his hot stream, he felt a hard object wack him behind the head and he fell unconscious.

 

Moments later, he rubbed his eyes and tried to get back to his senses, but all he could see was pitch black. He seemed to be in a box, a moving box. It was shaking like crazy, jumping up and down. After what seemed like about half an hour, the box stopped moving and stayed still for a little, and light suddenly flooded the box. Kid brought his hands to his eyes to try and protect himself from the light, when a massive hand grabbed his collar and pulled him out. It took him a couple of seconds to get used to his surroundings, and he finally understood he had been laying in the back of a car. The front door slowly opened, and the sexy, stunning, mind-bending, world renowned MarlaSinger stepped out of the car and gracefully walked towards Kid. 

 

He threw a snicker of disgust at her, reminding himself of @Finnigan’s high school adventure he told him they had. But hot damn, was she a hot one. He looked with envy at her long, charcoal, smooth legs and her sweet, popping, juicy and saggy breast. How lucky had been, being kid-naped by the hottest item in the mafia world. He couldn’t wait for her to get to him, but she suddenly tripped on her heels and face planted on the ground. As she got back up, something shocked Kid down to his core. 

 

She had spots of green, rotten flesh all over her face. Was all that make up? Had he really fallen for it? SHE WASN’T ACTUALLY PRETTY!

 

He screeched form the top of his little 10 years old lungs, hoping someone would come to his rescue.

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It was a another quiet day for Wrench who was getting quite bored at the Bule Note Labels HQ. After hearing that Tyler and co had resurfaced around the cities he thought it would be a funny idea to go incognito and spook some of his friends with fraudulent mails pretending to be from the Durdun crew. Wrench made sure his room was securely locked as he began hand writing a handful of threatening letters in the most dirty Durdun type of way. 

 

Once complete, he disgusted himself with a huge silly bearded wig, sun glasses and wore a different non-fringy jacket. He snuck out back to avoid being seen by his crew and started to head all over Chicago delivering his prank mails to unsuspecting mobsters. So far so good, as he successfully sent three of the four mails without being detected. As Wrench approached his last stop he couldn't believe his eyes, as he saw a kid being carried against his will into a near-by building. For some reason that kid looked freakishly similar to his boss The_Kid. That's impossible... it can't be, Wrench thought to himself.   

 

Rather being safe than sorry Wrench took no chances and sort to investigate this further. Sneaking into a open window around the side of the building, Wrench found himself inside as he straighten out his silly disuse - which could prove to be more than useful in a time like this. However being deaf, sneaking around trying to locate where they took this child was presenting to be quite difficult as Wrench relied solely on sight and smell as he cleared the building room by room.

 

Swiftly moving from cover to cover, room to room Wrench was starting to have the whole building cleared and he started to head down stairs, where he saw from a distance what looked like the figure of Marla Singer and some bodyguards - possibly other Durdun's.  Wrench bided his time and waited for the right opportunity to try check what was inside that last room. Once the coast was more clear and there was only one slim Durdun guarding the door, Wrench snuck up behind him and seamlessly snapped the guys neck and dropping him to the floor. 

 

Wrench opened the door to the last small room, only to see it empty..... glancing around he caught sight that the ventilation cover had been removed and left open..... could it be he escaped already? Crap.... Wrench didn't want to hang about any longer as this was probably a stupid idea to get involved. Time to get the fuck back out of here, Wrench constantly repeated to himself. 

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Kid was thrown in a little room, with a single barricaded window and a lonely light bulb attached on the ceiling. He looked around with concern and faced the door in time to see the putrid MarlaSinger blow him a kiss before closing the door. Fuck... he had to find a way to escape, if he didn’t hurry she would probably come back and perform some non-catholic acts on him. 

 

He nervoulsy looked around the room, looking a possible escape route, and his eyes eventually fell on an air vent. Fucking durdens, you could always count of them to pull off the stupidest shit. He grabbed the wooden chair they had so grasioucly accorded him to have in the room and he placed it under the vent so he could reach it. Now, all he had to do was find a way to open the cover. He checked what scrap he had in his pockets, and he fell on a sax reed! It wasn’t a screwdriver but it could definitely work.

 

The cover crashed with a huge bang, and he hurried inside it before his kidnappers would know what was going on. Moments after he managed to get up, he heard the door open, but no voice ride up. Typical durden stupidity... He continued his way through the vents, and he finally arrived at the buildings roof top. He took a deep breath of fresh air before going down the ladder, getting back to solid ground. 

 

Suddenly, a large figure turned around the corner to face Kid. It was MarlaSinger!! He quickly reached for his gun, before realizing the durdens had taken it! Marla kept on walking towards him, shaking her fingers and licking her lips, causing panick in Kid’s mind. What would he do now?

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After sneakily coming all this way through this building searching for what seems like no-one, Wrench had grown frustrated and took out his .38 snubnosed revolver out - checking the cylinder - he had six shots. But knowing the Durdun's, they usually come in packs so he had to make sure they counted. Wrench decided it was best to keep the disguise on, specially now that he might need to drop a body in broad daylight.

 

Wrench headed back the way he came checking every corner beforehand with his finger on the trigger. As he neared the front door he saw through the curtained window a group of Durduns now heading inside. He immediately took cover behind a pile of boxes cocking the hammer back on his weapon. Phew! the group walked pass without suspecting a thing, yet. Although it would only be a matter of time before they see the body downstairs.

 

The wig was now causing an awful inch as Wrench scratched away before leaving the building and heading around the corner. Only to be struck with the most awkward sight. There he was... the child... Don @The_Kid with MarlaSinger bearing down on him in-between them. The_Kid's watery eyes locked with Wrench -who was point his gun behind her- which made MarlaSinger turn around, before she even had a time to react.... BANG! The loud crackle sent the birds flying from the trees as MarlaSinger crashed to the floor with a hole in her cheek. 

 

Wrench ran up to The_Kid who had some blood splattered across his face. Removing his wig Wrench signed at him "WTF, are you doing here boss?" To which he barely understood, as he grabbed his hand and ran down the side alley way of the building. What unlikely set of coincidences to find the kid here. How do I explain this one? and the wig, Wrench thought to himself.  

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Kid happily ran along @Wrench, the hero, the savior, as the mute man grabbed his arm. Why the fuck was he wearing a wig? And what the heck was that jacket he wore? 

 

Some weird and wild thoughts crossed Kid’s head, before he shook them off and escaped with his friend back to the HQ. 

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