Locke looks at himself a once rich man now broke....

"It has been real, it has been fun... but hasn't been real fun"

He raises the pistol too his head...... BANG!!!!! He dead....

Bowie stands in the street watching as the strange man walks into the middle of the street. Wondering what is to become of this he continues to watch. Listening and nodding slowly as he listens to the words that spew from Locke's mouth.

Concerned by the gun being drawn and raised to Locke's head, Bowie takes a small step back. He blinks as the gun shoots and Locke's brains at blown across the street and onlookers who stood beside Locke. Bowie walks over to the body and kneels down next to it.

This man, is dead.

Bowie puts on a pair of shades, stands up from the body and turns around.

Looks like, He went out with a bang.

Bowie walks off into the sunset unsure of who Locke was or why he just did what he did, but he enjoyed watching it. He can sleep easy tonight.

Padrino was walking down the street, minding his own business, when he came across a man with a gun in his hand. For a split second Padrino feared what this man would do, and his hand reached inside his coat. There was no need; the man put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger, splattering his brains all over the concrete.

"I ain't mopping that up."

Carefully walking around the man, who was now lying on the street with half his head detached from the other half, Padrino continued on his way.

The shot rang out through the streets. A body, a soul of a man was now gone, leaving behind merely a heap of flesh and cloth. What would push a man to commit suicide in the middle of the streets? TLM didn't know, but regardless of the reasoning it was tragic. Another life wasted.

"Rest in Peace, dear child. I hope the Heavens treat you better."

Steampunk decided it was a beautiful day to take a walk. There was a slight chill in the air and the gentle breeze was slowly moving the clouds across the clear blue sky. She was watching one white fluffy cloud in particular. It reminded her of her childhood dog and she couldn't help but smile as she looked up at it. She was lost in her own thoughts when she stepped in something slippery and did that awkward dance one does to save themselves from falling. She grimaced as her happy moment came to an abrupt halt. She thought to herself that it might have been better to just fall than twist her ankle trying to save herself from falling. When she looked down to see what made her slip she she smiled to herself thinking, nope I was definitely right to save myself from falling. 

She looked around to see if anyone saw her slip and there were quite a few people looking at her, as well as, the lifeless body lying on the ground.

Someone should clean up this mess. I could have broken my ankle. It's a good thing I didn't fall. I mean, my housekeeper does a great job getting blood spatter out of my clothes but this would be a real challenge. 

Steam takes off her long coat and uses it to cover the mans upper body and body parts. She then steps on the corner of her coat and wipes her shoe across it to clean it up. 

There we go people, problem solved. Hey, does that cloud look like a dog to any of you or is it just me?

Bespoke was about to snatch a granny's purse when BANG a shot rang out. Instinctively Bespoke dives for cover behind the nearest solid object which happens to be a parked car.  Realising it was just a suicide and not the start of another war he feels himself starting to blush.  Shrugging his shoulders he gets up, tidies himself and holsters his drawn .45 which he just realises was in his hand.  "Now where'd that granny go?" he asks himself before making his way onward up the street toward his victim.

Gierstrad has just finished talking to his bodyguard about an untouched crate of milk cartons located few blocks away when he heard a deafening gunshot. Lightning-fast, Gierstrad drew his .38 and braced himself for violence. 'This is the life in the streets,' Gierstrad pondered for few seconds. His thoughts were hindered when he saw his bodyguard hiding behind a parked car.

"What's the matter with you?" Gierstrad asked his bodyguard with an unbelieving tone.

"Just ducking for cover. We can't afford to get shot!" The bodyguard replied, sweating.

Gierstrad shook his head in disbelief and somehow wondered if his lackey is a coward or not. He returned his focus on the street and realized that there's no crazy shootout. 'Someone just blew his brains out,' Gierstrad thought. He returned his gun to its holster, motioned for his bodyguard to stand up, and went on to check the milk shipment (if it's still there).

"Rest in Peace," Gierstrad whispered. 'This is the Life. We didn't choose the Life. The Life chose us,'

Wankish Knightsbane wipes the blood from his overcoat

Of all the places i could of been when this happened why here and why now i mean it's not like i didn't just pay $2500 to get this jacket cleaned, i hope you're real proud of yourself....

Wankish takes a moment to pause

Although now that i think about it if you were proud you would not of taken your own life i take back everything i just said here's a penny all the way from London