As I sat in the cold, dark, and horrible room I remembered something. Something that I needed to get out of my head. Something that was ripping me apart. I looked up at my gun and loaded a bullet, just right so that it would blow my brains straight out. Ain't no way in hell I was going to live paraplegic or anything like that. Suicide was for the weak, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I just kept asking myself why I was here. I wasn't supposed to be like this. I should have been a lawyer, or a doctor, or a goddamn politician with 2 kids and a lovely wife. However, I was here. Why? I don't know. I met the wrong people, fell out into the wrong crowd and I was attracted to the wrong things. I then took the gun and threw it at the wall, breaking it. "Time to murder some assholes." I thought to myself as I walked out into the gripping air of the New York streets.

Prestige scratches his head.

"You're probably going to want to pick that gun up and put it back together if you're planning on murdering someone..."

Conway awaited the evident reply and when it came he replied.

"Ever heard of a knife?"

"Mmm, yes. Pray, you don't take a knife to a gun fight. I hope to hear how it goes."

"Oh yes, I will make sure that there will not be any guns. I assure you. Not with the way i'm handling things."

<em> Azura shakes her head, and grins to herself. </em>

"The way he is stomping out of this dark place, he'll probably just run them over in a psychotic and very messy sort of way.  Can I help?  I know a few men that need a good tire up their ass."

Not sure why you were harboring those suicidal thoughts, but I'm glad you decided otherwise. I'm also not sure why you mentioned being paraplegic.

If I'm not mistaken, CrazyNine, I think he was concerned about where the bullet might hit...paralyzing him rather than ending his life quickly?

Thanks for clearing that up, Lea.

-Lana- takes her own .38 and tosses it to Conway who expertly catches it by the handle...I know you don't need it but just in case.

She walks away lighting her cigarette.

-mikah- listens to their conversation and stay low at the dark . Preparing her pistol just in case. She was thinking .. he was going to use a knife, hmmm..either he is suicidal or very good in combat. Either way she want to be near the action.

Jeff sees that mikah is looking for violence and laughs,

You need to learn that looking for a fight is nothing but trouble, those that are truly talented fighters are the people you will bump into in your quest for violence. You might as well order a casket now.