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| Morals (RP) | Started by: Inferno-Conjurer on Feb 21, '09 19:07 |
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In a small Mom and Pop restaurant, Tommy was sitting at a table cautiously drinking his coffee. His brother, Jimmy, sitting in the booth opposite him. "Well Tommy, I have orders for you straight from the top." "Oh? And what would those be?" Being on the edge for several weeks, Tommy was frightened; after an attempt on his life almost a month ago, he was still shaken up. Not even stepping outside of the front door to get his newspaper, Tommy spent his days barricaded in his room with a shotgun and several bottles of whiskey. He wasn't going to take any chances. "Someone needs to be taken out. Apparently they're related to someone who is giving us a hard time.. I suppose the message would be what happens when you give us a shakedown." "Who is it?" "Don't know. All I have is the address and room number. It's at the Ambassador Hotel, room 256. He's alone, from what we've gathered.. You're going in as a guy named Brian Metzger - we left you a little present in the room he's assigned to." "If it's from the boss.." Tommy raised his mug slightly, barely vocalizing "Capo di tutti capi" before drinking the rest of his coffee. As paranoid as he was, he wasn't about to refuse an order if it came from his Boss. Leaving the restaurant briskly, he got into his car and gave off a deep breath. Starting the ignition, he quietly drove to his destination before finally stepping out of his car. Running his eyes up and down the hotel levels, he walks into the entrance and approaches the kiosk. "I'm checking in. The name is Brian Metzger." Slowly scoping out the building while the receptionist was looking for the name he provided, he noticed a man sitting in the lobby, reading a newspaper. Getting a glimpse of his face, he had a sudden case of dvu; quickly shaking this idea off, he looks back at the receptionist. "Right, Mr. Metzger. Your room is 256, here is your key. If you need assistance, please feel free to dial us." Walking to the elevator, he promptly pushed the button for the sixth floor, calmly waiting to get to his room. Swiftly exiting his elevator, he walked to room 656, opening the door and finding a disassembled pistol sprawled out on the bed. Quickly assembling the Colt 1911, he quickly left the room and reentered the elevator, heading for the eighth floor. Taking a look at the room for 813, Tommy took a deep breath. Quickly bursting in the room after smashing the door open, he drew his weapon and released the safety. Quickly fixating his eyes on the only person in the room, he notices a woman - a pregnant woman, nonetheless, screaming. Slowly stepping back to the door and looking at the room number again, there wasn't a mistake. Confused and disoriented, Tommy quickly took the stairs down to the base level of the hotel and quickly drove off. Pulling over at a diner several miles away from the hotel, he took a flask out of his glovebox and sighed. Drinking the entire flask empty, he pondered the ethics behind the would be hit. |
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| Bows down and walks away silently stealing your keys to the Porsche | |
| Reply by: Business-Negotiator at Feb 22, '09 12:14 | |
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Being drunk from the flisk, Inferno walks after and trips on the way out the door Stands up and stumbles to where his porsche was. Inferno looks around confused, then sees his porsche drive away WWWHHHYYY!!!!! Hmmm good thing I had some TNT on a timer in that thing |
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| Reply by: Inferno-Conjurer at Feb 22, '09 12:56 | |
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