Bobby Z always had an attitude, for as long as he could remember. It wasn`t really a bad thing, it gave him character, personality, and of course women, lots and lots of women.

He was just getting here, and the place looked pretty torn up, cars flipped, storefronts firebombed, and everything had a zillion bullet holes like swisscheese.

He was kinda bored though, guess he had gotten here too late. It looked like most of the action was over. He saw a store owner attempting to clean up the front of his store, probably hadn`t helped the right side and got his business trashed for it. Some punk took the opportunity to snag the guys wallet, and proceeded in his direction, with the store owner yelling `Theif, Theif! STOP HIM!`.

So, Bobby did just that. He stepped out into the street into the path of the running kid, and lifted his shirt just high enough for the little punk to see the butt of his revolver. He practically scid to a stop a few feet in front of Bobby, with the store owner in hot pursuit by that time. `The wallet now, kid` The kid thought for a second, then with a scowl handed him the wallet. `Ok, now get the fuck out of here.`

The poor kid needed no extra goading, he took off like a shot. The store owner caught up seconds afterwards. `Oh, thank you Sir! I thought for sure he was going to get away with my wallet.`

Bobby looked down at the wallet, opened it, and took the cash inside slipping it into his own pocket before turning, saying, `No problem Sir, your wallets fine, I`m sure`. He tossed the wallet into the bewildered store owner`s chest, then strolled down the street, looking for his next mark.

He would have to get some connections pretty quick if he was going to survive. Especially with an attitude like his. He decided it might be a good idea to let people know that he was here, so he headed into the middle of town where more people had gathered. He walked up to one that looked especially shady, and said, `So whats a guy got to do around here to get noticed, without getting dead.`

(OOC:This is where if someone would like, they could "be" the shady guy or gal and continue the thread, but only if you want to. Bobby then injects himself with a dose of his own anti-OOCitis and shakes his head violently, then turns back to himself again.)