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New Blood | Started by: SaintKronos on Sep 24, '09 23:18 |
The crowd of people rushes around, each carrying out their own daily routines. No one really stops to notice the small diner on the corner, where a medium built man enjoys a cup of fresh coffee, deliberating over the place he has forced his life into so far. Sitting at a booth in the corner, the man known as Saint has a blank look on his face, scanning over the crowds that hustles by him at a steady pace. He tips up his cup of morning euphoria, and politely asks the waitress for another, a multitude of thoughts crowding his head.
As I came home, I looked at the world in a different perspective. I sized up people, I calculated everything. I just couldn't help myself. I soon discovered I had no place among blue collar working Americans. They thought I was crazy; said I didn't fit in with "normal people". I asked myself, what is normal? Who would take me, then?.... ..The answer came to me one night, in the form of a younger lady. I was heading home from the pub, and I was stopped along the way by a woman dressed in mostly dark affects, calling herself Ellies. She said she worked for a man named Kraven. The name was familiar to me, though I was not sure where. She had apparently followed me from the bar, where she had observed me there for some time. She inquired about one particular tattoo I had on my left arm, particularly the meaning of, "Blood, Brains, Balls" -- something my father had passed to me, from his father. Our conversation lasted quite some time, and she seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say; especially about my military background. As we were preparing to part ways, she offered me some work, just a few odd jobs here, and there...little did I know, I was accepting my first jobs from the Family. Finishing his cup, Saint leaves a generous tip and rises, striding towards the door with an almost inhuman grace. Lessons of discipline and pride pounded into his body, soul and spirit through pain and suffering. His wide shoulders carving a path into the throng of busy people, he soon disappears among the crowds, lost once again to the streets. |
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Seeing Saint attempt to disappear, Jeff approaches him and notions him into the nearby alley. I've got a job, I need a crew and heard you were looking for work. A car pulls up and Jeff opens the door, turns to Saint and says, You can explain your credentials on the way. |
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Reply by: jmbrust87 at Sep 30, '09 20:35 | |
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Instinctively sizing up the man that approaches him, Saint recognzies him as Jeff, a Made Man from his family. |
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Reply by: SaintKronos at Sep 30, '09 23:30 | |
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Takes out two bottles of beer, starts to open them and says, In due time my friend, but I'd like to get to know more abot you before I let you in on the plan. I can't have just anyone doing the things I need you to do. You have to have a brain and a good shot to do what I need you to do. So please relax, I have all day. Beer? Holds the beer in front of Saint. |
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Reply by: jmbrust87 at Sep 30, '09 23:35 | |
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Gladly accepting the drink from the man, Saint turns the bottle up for a good swig. |
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Reply by: SaintKronos at Oct 01, '09 00:03 | |
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Turns to him with a smile, I need to know how far our willing to push yourself, the war should bring back horrible memories but I can't use somebody who can't handle pressure. If you can give me an impressive war story without flinching, you're in. |
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Reply by: jmbrust87 at Oct 01, '09 01:06 | |
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Saint is reluctant at first to discuss the war, or what he had seen or done in it; however that view changed after a few beers. Saint sets the stage for the Battle of Belleau Wood in which he served under 1st Lieutenant Cates' rifle company, in the deadliest single engagement of the war. ....three days later, we were in the same position. By some miracle of God we had survived that hell, and now we had been reinforced by an entire rifle Battalion. It was time..... ....it took us three long weeks in hell; but the Wood was ours. The Germans were on the retreat out of France all together from the beating they had taken... "It is a terrible thing to watch men die. To hear them screaming at all hours of the day and night, to watch them dismembered limb from limb. For my years spent alongside the best, I was the best. There was no tactical problem I couldn't overcome; I had been trained by the best.....so, you have someone better in mind?" |
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Reply by: SaintKronos at Oct 01, '09 17:15 | |
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Jeff smiles and slowly turns to the driver and says, "Take me to the Indigo Lounge." He then turns back to Saint and says, "Are you sure your ok with killing someone's father, someone's husband, or someone's son? 'Cause I need a stone cold killer." |
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Reply by: jmbrust87 at Oct 01, '09 17:38 | |
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Without missing a beat, Saints reply is steady, "They sent me all over Europe, butchering men I didn't know because I was ordered to do it. What makes you think I wont kill someone thats wronged me, or that I can profit from it?" |
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Reply by: SaintKronos at Oct 01, '09 17:47 | |
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Seeing that Saint is unndoubtedly serious he tells him, "Good, we're robbing a bank. I need you to take down a guard and do some crowd control. You'll be filled in on the details when we get to the Indigo Lounge after you've met the rest of the crew." |
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Reply by: jmbrust87 at Oct 01, '09 18:54 | |
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