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Moving Target ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 402 Joined: 11-February 05 Member No.: 7,081 ![]() |
It's unseasonably warm for this time of year, its usually still cold out in the beginning of April here, and things are just seeming to go right today.
The first buds of the new crop are now opened. Cigarettes that you've been owed are on the cell bunk in bundles,singles and packs; paid back on your final day out of respect. That all day project on the carborator only takes an hour. The Star has been either to busy or to lazy to hassle anyone. The FT's have been giving nods instead of throwing gang signs. James wakes up not twitching or hovering around the shoe box that holds his BTL-Deck and, she's actually humming today with a slight smile on her normally despondant face. Flipping the worn pages of The Psalms of the Sprawl, past the chronicles of Tu Pac, to the First books of Ice. Just another day in the sprawl chummer. Naw....today is a good day |
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Moving Target ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 402 Joined: 11-February 05 Member No.: 7,081 ![]() |
You can actually hear the party before you can see it. The loud music is interrupted occassionally by the high pitch whine of the motorcycles, and the squawk of tires. Everyone is here even a few of the U.B.C. (Under Bridge Crew). The party is in full swing as you arrive, the crowd is dancing, drinking, talking and laughing. As you brush past you cant avoid the pats on your shoulder and the flashing of the Serpents sign that's telling you" hey alright"," this is a great party", or" nice to see you here chum". The firm hand on your shoulder stops you briefly, and Kaze leans in and tells you in your ear " roof top at midnight, that's two hours to party but, not to hard I need you this side of a coma."
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Running Target ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 1,144 Joined: 22-September 04 Member No.: 6,690 ![]() |
Survivor was at the party early. It was the first big party held since so many of his packmates were released from jail, and it gave him a chance to reacquaint himself with old friends. See who'd survived their time inside, who'd been crippled by it, who might've been convinced to turn against their pack by it.
He nodded when Kaze gave him the message. He hadn't been drinking that much to begin with. The combination of loud noise, whirling bodies, and mingling odors was very disorientating to begin with. He didn't need to make it any worse. That didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself anyway, but as the evening wore on, he quickly became one of the few people still in complete control of himself, and on a couple of occasions had to keeps pups who'd partied too much and passed out from choking on their own vomit. He was on the rooftop ten minutes before midnight. If the alpha male had something important to say, he was going to show all due deference while listening to it. |
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Target ![]() Group: Members Posts: 45 Joined: 28-March 05 Member No.: 7,245 ![]() |
Dane showed up at about the same time as everyone else just about. He never liked to be late to these types of partys. Someone always did something incredebly crazy and entertaining and he didn't wan't to miss it.Kaze's message wasn't a surprize just a disappointment since he felt like tying one on so to speek.
Finally noticing that it was five after midnight he says "Oh slot, here take this I gotta go." and passes the joint to the guy to the left of him. (Fragg there gonna be pissed) he thought to himself as he ran for the roof top. |
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Target ![]() Group: Members Posts: 66 Joined: 22-March 05 Member No.: 7,206 ![]() |
Back-story
[ Spoiler ] The Rastafarian arrives later in the evening. You see tha’ Yardy walk through the doors with Tub’s, Limey and Brenda (gangers he most likely gave a ride to from Dane’s shop) holding a paper bag (no doubt full of liquor) and a spliff in his lips. The Dready looks the same as you remember him nasty long dreads, ganger jacket with no shirt underneath, sarong and Bone/Bead necklaces dangling over his torso. He splits from the group shortly after entering and mingles into the crowd when a firm hand grips his shoulder. " roof top at midnight, that's two hours to party but, not to hard I need you this side of a coma." He turns to find it’s source and see Kaze’s familiar Asian face. “’ey môn, quite da’ party ya’ got goo’in on ‘ere….” “Got’tit!” Is his reply eye’s slipping to their darker side as he again recollects the dream from last night! “no time fer’ dat’” He thinks then smiles “ere’ ya’ go, had’ dis ‘ rolled for ya’ today.” He hands Kaze a spliff from behind his left ear and disappears again into the crowd once more. He parties a bit more, thanking Dane again for letting him crash at his shop. "An' môn ya' need'in ta' get on me bumper, bout fell off on da' way over." Then heads up to the rooftop with a crowd of 7's awaiting what is to come. |
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Running Target ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 1,031 Joined: 23-April 04 From: Cal Free Member No.: 6,278 ![]() |
Morning
The sun beat down on Johnny’s face as he raised it to the sky. It was a good day to be a free man. Well any day is a good day when you are out of the lock-up. He closed his eyes and just stood there for a minute soaking it up. “We’ll see ya soon Johnny.” One of the prison guards chuckled to his own joke. “Frag off.” Johnny didn’t even move his head when he said it. Finally looking out into the prison parking lot he spotted his ride. Spanky had brought him his bike. He had bought it the day before going inside, hadn’t even had a chance to modify it. Spanky was looking as good as ever. Her black hair was pulled back into a long braid and the skin-tight leathers she worn showed off every curve of her gorgeous body. She had even capped the ends of her smallish tusks in silver. It was a nice touch. “Hey Stud.” She calls languishing against the Jet-black Aurora. “Wanna go for a ride?” The phrase held a number of meanings all of which Johnny would enjoy. “I’m always ready to ride gorgeous.” He replies. “Hop on then.” Spanky says as she makes way for Johnny to slide onto the bike. “The gang’s got a little party going on tonight celebrating your guys release,” she tells him as she straddles the bike seat behind him and slips her arms around his torso. She drops her voice into a luscious whisper. “So we have plenty of time to ride all...day...long.” Johnny reaches behind him with one hand and slaps her tight leather clad ass…hard, which illicits an almost animal-like purr from the orc girl. Johnny guns the engine and rips out of the parking lot. Yep. Today IS a good day. Evening Evening was rolling around and Spanky was nudging him awake with a playful nibbling of his shoulder. Johnny must have dozed off. Spending a day with Spanky was like running the Seattle Marathon. You worked up a massive sweat and likely ended up with quite few new bruises. “Only have a couple of hours ‘till the party, stud.” “Couple of more hours huh?” Johnny rolls over and pins her arms against the headboard “Plenty of time.” Night By the time Johnny and Spanky roll up to the party it is in full swing. He gives a nod to those he knows and sizes up any new recruits that have been initiated while he was inside. When he feels Kaze’s hand on his shoulder he gives Spanky another swat and her beautiful behind. “Got biz baby, Ill catch up with you later.” “Null Persp.” She replies “Find me before you leave Bull. I ain’t done with you yet.” Spanky saunters off to join some of the other girls at the party. Johnny listens to what Kaze has to say and then moves to a crowd of 7’s he hasn’t seen in a while to catch up. [ Spoiler ]
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Dragon ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 4,289 Joined: 20-April 04 Member No.: 6,260 ![]() |
06:00:00 A Dingy Studio Apartment in Puyallup
As was his custom, Lee was up before dawn. Carefully sliding out from underneath the blankets so as not to disturb Cassandra, he silently padded over to the windows, where the blinds Cassandra had made herself blocked out any view into the room. Peeking out to look at the sky, he saw with a thin smile that once again, ash and smog had blocked the sun's rays from shining down into Puyallup. The ash filled sky cast a grey shadow over the still slumbering town, as the predators were slinking home and the innocents few that they were, were arousing and beginning another long, empty day. Sinking to his knees in the center of the room, Lee closed his eyes and let the remnants of his slumber drift away into nothingness. Clearing his mind, he calmly centered himself, allowing his breathing to disburse the flow of chi throughout his body. With years of practices, all distractions quickly faded into nothingness as his mind emptied of conscious thought and joined his spirit in what could only be described as a joining of mind, and soul. It only remained to add the body to the mix to take the first steps of the day on the path of the Way. His Way. The Way that had called him to this place, and no doubt would compel him to remain for some time to come. Soundlessly, he rose to his feet, his body instinctively going through the motions of his katas. Circular flowing movements melded seamlessly into quick, violent stabs, only to relent and return to gentle waves flowing on the sand. In his mind's eye, Lee saw an opponent standing in front of him. Stabbing out with his fingers and then his hands, he stuck with blazing speed born of years of practice at various vulnerabilities in his foe's body. He felt the impact of his fingers into their vulnerable spots, embraced the fluid motions and the blending of his entire self into one flawlessly joined whole. Movement. To think was to move, and pivoting sharply on his right foot, he whirled and stuck, his hand, shaped like a knife edge, flying towards his opponent's throat, ready to crush their windpipe and leave them a gasping wreck on the floor, shortly before they died from a newfound inability to breathe. And just as quickly, he stopped, his hand just touching the soft, smooth skin of Cassandra's neck. Looking up into his eyes, she smiled her soft smile. "I never get tired of watching you practice." Taking a deep breath, Lee returned his hands to his sides, releasing the built up chi back throughout his body. "One of these days, I might not stop in time," he commented as he went to put on his shirt, laying on the chair. Moving gracefully and quietly to the sink as she began to prepare the tea for their morning ritual of drinking tea together, she answered, "That day will never come, in this lifetime or any other." Cocking an eyebrow at her after he pulled on his shirt, Lee took a seat at their woefully poor excuse for a table. "What makes you so certain?" "Because you will always feel my presence in your heart." Glancing at him slyly out of the corner of her eye, she continued, "Or is it so easy for you to believe that one day you will feel it no longer," she chided him gently. As she moved towards the table and poured their tea, Lee took her hand and looked up at her. Locking his eyes to hers, he kissed her hand softly and whispered, "Never." They sat in silence as they sipped their tea this morning. Being with Cassandra this morning and knowing they had another day together was enough. 11:50:00 The Party Standing on the roof where Kaze had instructed them to meet, Lee took the time to reflect in silence as he stared out over the bleak landscape of the Puyallup Barrens. The party was still raging below, but he had only showed up long enough to say hi to everyone and establish his presence, in spirit if not in body. Lee stayed away from large gatherings and social events where possible. Though his father had raised him to be a warrior and face all and run from none, as he had grown older Lee had gradually found comfort in solitude and nothingness. Perhaps that is why the Barrens do not bother me so much. We are alike, this place and I. We are seen but not known, present yet never acknowledged, names without an identity, understood only by those whom we choose to make a part of us. An unassuming individual, tonight he had come dressed in black warmups with dark silver stripes running up the sides. A black sweatjacket with a bandana proclaiming his colors was tied just above his right elbow, and a black ski hat protected his head from the cool spring breeze. Footsteps sounded on the stairs. Apparently the first of the others was arriving. Adjusting his fingerless, palmless gloves that concealed the tattooed bones woven through his fingers, he silently picked up the bag concealing his SMG that he had been practicing with earlier today, as he did every day. Moving off to lean against one side of the old, rusted ventilation unit (convenient cover in case this was no friend but foe), he let the bag fall noiselessly within easy reach and unzipped the bag to allow easy access in case he needed it. Although he was new to the streets, barely two months in, he took no chances. Known only barely by those within the gang, and virtually unknown without, it was doubtful that most would even recognize him even if they saw him in broad daylight. And that was just the way he liked it. They will be here soon. Let us see who else has been invited to this discussion, and what Kaze yet has in store for us all... |
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Running Target ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 1,031 Joined: 23-April 04 From: Cal Free Member No.: 6,278 ![]() |
11:51:51 The Party
Johnny’s time with Spanky hadn’t given him much time to talk before he had to move upstairs. He had spotted Dane and Survivor among the party goers, but there was no time to stop and talk. Pushing a couple of young pups, out of his way, Johnny grabs a beer out of one of the makeshift coolers and strides up the stairs. His boots rattled the stairway as he climbs, letting anyone up top know that somebody is coming. ‘Looks like I got here early.’ There was only one figure already on the roof, but not anyone Johnny recognized. He sizes up the human watching him exit the stairs before giving him a simple head nod in greeting. ‘If Kaze wants him here, he must have a reason.’ Johnny twists off the cap and takes a pull off the beer before moving to the edge of the rooftop to watch the party below. The ebb and flow of bodies moving to the pounding music below was almost as hypnotic as the narcotic haze drifting up from it. ‘The wage slaves can have their ivory towers and fancy shindigs. This is real…this is living.’ |
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Moving Target ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 768 Joined: 27-December 04 From: Houston, Texas CAS Member No.: 6,907 ![]() |
The sun light hit Mitch hard, as he walked out of Silcox a free man. He squinted trying to block out the sun, he hadn't had his sunglasses when he was arrested so he didn't have them now. He had stopped to think about this taking in the fresh air, when one of the four heavily armed gaurds escorting him out said, "What, you change your mind and want back in?" Thinking back to all those hard months spent passing the time until this very day, Mitch responded, "Nah I'll pass, to nice out here to do anything else."
The police had confiscated the van he was driving when he was busted, after all it was stolen, which Mitch didn't mind because on of the guys that he rounded up when he needed back up was there waiting for him on the outside. Tubs was sitting in a ford americar, something Mitch thought was probably stolen, reading some sort of book. Tubs was so engrossed in his book that he didn't hear Mitch's approach. Jumping and hitting his head on the ceiling as Mitch squeezed into the americar, tubs looked at Legion still shaken up from his silent arrival. "Collections ain't been the same with out you," tubs said remebering all those times Legion had rolled him out of bed for his "next big score". "Yeah things are going to be alot different now," Legion said thinking of his promotion. "I'll drink to that," Tubs said producing two beers from a cooler in the back. Legion and tubs opened thier beers and made a toast to the future. Putting the car in drive tubs begins to drive back to the party. "Tubs, run me back by the house before we hit the party I need to collect a few things," Legion said trying to get comfortable in the americar. "Sure thing," tubs says excitedly. Mitch thought it was good to be getting back in the swing of things, and decided on making a few changes after all that time in the pen and it'd be good to stretch his legs again. Mitch's house had never been clean, he'd kept it that way in case anyone tried to raid it since they couldn't find anything. When he walked into his house expecting to find the mess he had left but, instead found a clean orderly place, he began to get confused. Tubs who had followed him in spoke up when he saw the confused look on Legion's face, "my brother's girlfriend came over and cleaned it up for you, she thought it'd be nice." "It is, it's just a little unexpected," Mitch had always thought of tubs not as a gritty ganger like he was but as some sort of sea captain (which he had no real reason why), and his comment seemed perfectly in line with that. "I'll meet you back at the party Tubs, I want to change and shower." Tubs nodded and returned to his no doubt stolen americar. "And tubs, where'd you get those wheels man." Tubs laughed at this and got into the car. As the americar drove away Mitch began to get ready for the party, he was kind of hungry but knew that nothing in the fridge would be good, so he decided to wait and see what was on the grill. The water felt good against his skin, they had had showers in the pen, but this was free water, not that stagnate drek you had to bath in on the other side. After his shower, he walked naked back into his bedroom, it was small for him because of his size but it would have no doubt made someone smaller a nice place. Searching through his small wardrobe, he decided on a black liesure suit and his trusty long coat. That jacket had seen it fair share of gun fights, and has saved Mitch's hoop on more than on occasion, on his way out the door he grabs his predator II and placed it in the inside coat pocket of his long coat, along with some spare clips. He wasn't expecting trouble but the gang had continued to function with out him so if he wanted to be up with out any jetlag he might as well come packing. His bike was just were he'd left it, and after re priming the fuel lines, the BMW roared to life. It took him a little time to get readjusted to riding but he was pulling wheelies by the time he got to the party. The Blitzen rumbled to a stop near all the other bikes, and Legion put down his kickstand and entered the action. He looked back over his shoulder to make sure his bike hadn't fallen and realized he parked right next to TW and laughed to himself. He made his way through the party, recieving the meassage from Kaze, rooftop midnight and was very glad he had brought his piece. The enourmous troll wading through partying ganger went unnoticed by only two people, Space, because he had hit the BTLs hard tonight, in honor of the guests of honor of course, and TW, who really couldn't see him from his vantage. He began to regret his choice of attire, but hey he looked nice, and it didn't matter how ridiculous everyone else thought he looked. Legion made his way to where the food was fixing himself a hearty serving of everything, and sitting down on the ground next to a table to eat. After inhaling the grub, he made his way around saying hi to all his old running mates, finding out what they've been doing since his incarceration, and what they've got scheduled for the future. He was dissapointed to learn that his good friend and close ally Raven had been killed, the scrawny elf had watched his back many times and he was sad to hear of his passing. Some of the other members of his old crew had been reassigned to other teams, and he had a total of three people who were still with him, Tubs who had taken over for him in his abscense, and two other guys he didn't know. After he had had his fill of the party and the synthahol he made his way up the steps to the roof, a new guy Legion didn't recognize was standing alone atop the dark roof. He had come up just in time to see him drop some type of bag on the ground and unzip it. "Take it easy, pal I'm a friend," Mitch could be convincing when he wanted to be with out having to break anything and hoped honestly that the man across the roof from his believed what he said. The man stood in silence gauging Legion trying to discern if he was friend or foe. "I'm Legion, one of the guests of honor," the giant troll said extending his long arm for a shake. |
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Moving Target ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 141 Joined: 21-December 04 From: 50 Clicks north of Dragon City (Front Range Free Zone) Member No.: 6,896 ![]() |
9:30:00 pm Corner of Pacific Avenue South and 112th Street East.
Marty coasted his midnight blue Aurora off the 512 and into a gas station. Suping the engine up the way it was did wonders for the "get up and go," but wasn't so easy on the gas tank. The reflective arcs of lightning on the tank and fenders seemed to crawl with the neon light of the sprawl to the north. But his attention was to the south, and to the howl of engines carried on a warm breeze. Only another seven or so miles to Loveland, and the doss where the party was gonna be. Too bad the damn bike couldn't squeeze that much more outta the tank. On any normal day, a wind from the barrens was foul, smoky, and generally not a thing to enjoy. Sure it still stunk like someone had run a diesel engine in the bathroom at the Big Rhino for half an hour, but something about tonight made it different. The heavy air seemed to crackle with a sort of anticipation. He watched a bike of a rival gang head south, shouting something, and flashing a sign as he went by, the heffer riding bitch almost falling off. Marty gave him his own signal as the fragger drove by. Yeah that's right ass clown... keep moving.. you know your piece of drek aint got nothin.......on my ....son of a...... The sound of splashing liquid tore his attention back to his bike, the tank now overflowing. He scrambled over to the bike, clicking the handle off on the pump, and hanging it back up. Good thing these places are automated anymore. Don't want to deal with a pissed off manager at one of the only gas stations in the area. After wiping down the bike, Marty retreived his credstick from the pump and frowned. Six and a quarter yen per gallon. Sheezus I can remember when it was 5! He started up his bike. Quite a bit more throaty than the average Aurora, Marty popped it into first and crept out to the intersection. The familiar buzz of Yamaha engines seemed to come out of nowhere and rocket to the south. Marty didnt catch their colors, but he didnt care. He could catch up. He smiled and cranked the throttle. 9:42:00 The Party The midnight blue Aurora pulled up to the building and alongside the row of bikes parked there. Marty dropped the kickstand and leaned it over, careful not to touch anyone else's machine. He looked up towards Route 7, where that group of bikes he smoked four clicks north of here, passed southbound. He smirked, and headed to the entrance, formulating the best way to tell this one in his head. Once inside, he grabbed a brew and headed towards the back yard, where most people go to talk, and looked around for anyone he knew. Marty was new to the gang, and hadn't spent much time with them yet, which is why it surprised him to have Kaze himself tell him he was needed. He nodded as if to acknowledge him, but he was already gone. His acknowledgement wasn't returning a courtesy, so much as him mentally noting the message. Taking a swig off the brew, he moved to the outside. 11:52:00 The Party "...and I tell ya, if anyone ever tells you road rash isn't that bad, tell 'em to shove it" After about 5 beers and a shot of tequila..... Marty had been staggering around the party for about 20 minutes now, and had told that same story about 3 times, and was about to tell how he smoked a trio of Rapiers on the way here, when he was shoved to the side by a big ork. Marty turned around turned around to tell the big bastard to watch where he was goin, when it clicked in his head that he had to be somewhere soon. He headed to the bathroom, which was occupied, and then to a sink, where he splashed his face with some water, and tried to clean up his look a bit. Sighing, he turned and headed for the roof, wondering all the while what this was about. |
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Dragon ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 4,289 Joined: 20-April 04 Member No.: 6,260 ![]() |
11:52:00 The Party: Rooftop
Scanning the huge troll up and down, Lee mentally ran through the list of names he's heard about all the Serpents in prison. Coming up with Legion's name on his list of recollections, he decides that this is in fact, a friend. Or at least, a fellow ganger. Undaunted by the almost several feet size difference between them, he strides calmly up to the big troll and grasps his huge hand with his own much smaller one. It really isn't much of a contest strength wise, but he can see in the troll's eyes that he's impressed with the strength of Lee's grip. Especially coming from someone so small. As they release their grip, he quickly thinks about how to respond to the new arrival on the roof. Lee opts for respect, but without fear, and answers in an appropriate tone, "I've heard a lot about you, it's good to have you out. I'm looking forward to working with you." He pauses, and almost introduces himself as Lee. After all this time, he's still not used to referring to himself as his street name. "You can call me Penumbra." Before the troll can ask what everyone always asks, Lee clarifies, "Yes, the same as the name of the club." Everyone always thinks it's because of the club, but that's only because 99.9% of the people he talks to wouldn't know the meaning of the word. He'd chosen it to represent his situation, and found that it fit quite well. It definitely appealed to his sense of harmony. Deciding that this was as good a person to ask as any what the meeting is all about, he asks, "Do you know why we have been summoned tonight?" |
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Target ![]() Group: Members Posts: 66 Joined: 22-March 05 Member No.: 7,206 ![]() |
After spending some time mixing it up with the guests at the party and speaking with a few of the U.B.C crew the Dready spots a familiar troll ascending the stairs to the rooftop.
Trying to make his way through the whirling bodies and commotion quickly became a tougher task then he had originally thought. By the time he had reached the top of the stair case he could hear Legions voice just outside of the stairwell. "Take it easy, pal I'm a friend," his voice calmed as if he had startled someone. "I'm Legion, one of the guests of honor," Hênni stepped out of the stairwell’s breach and could see the large troll making his way towards the railing and someone else. A relatively new member Kee or Lee.. Yes Lee that was his name. “Dat’ is all a man’er of opinion môn.” Legion hears the familiar voice from somewhere behind. The Yardy allows the two to shake hands before he starts in again. “ Hard ta’ miss ya’ in da’t swarm… Good ta’ see ya’ made'tit out of Silcox.” He says with a serious look on his face. “Would ‘ave t’ought you ta’ mangle to many o’ dem’ guards in d’ere ô’n dey’ lock jah’ down an’ t’rew away da’ key” He kids around with the big troll that once inhabited a cell only a few down from his in D pod. “Well as I said môn last we in de’ yard, got’ta spliff rolled up for ya’, cause I t’ought ya might be need’in some gonga’.” The Dready slowly pulls a large freshly rolled joint from behind his ear his face twisted into a sly grin |
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Target ![]() Group: Members Posts: 66 Joined: 22-March 05 Member No.: 7,206 ![]() |
He turns from Legion to Penumbra, though keeps the Joint extended for the big troll to grab. Giving a slight nod in his direction "Hênni ta' some Yardy ta' most." His distinctive Jamaica accent explains the rest to you.
The Natty Dread looks around taking in the others that have already arrived. Survivor he recognizes though the other is still mostly unknown to him. Looking across the small rooftop to Johnny. "Dat' is what all is for no doubt 'bout it." he thinks silently to himself. The thoughts of earlier this morning again rang clear in his head A fate would be changed and balance would be shifted. Yet to what end, that part was still unclear. It was exactly that very thought he was most afraid of. |
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Target ![]() Group: Members Posts: 45 Joined: 28-March 05 Member No.: 7,245 ![]() |
Dane's dirty black boot silently reaches the last step at the same time as he notices Henni firing up a spleef while talking to Legion and Prenumbra. Slowly he positions himself to be next man in the rotation.
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Target ![]() Group: Members Posts: 63 Joined: 11-March 05 Member No.: 7,152 ![]() |
[ Spoiler ] Tatsu whipped his bike through the streets with an intensity that comes from only being able to imagine the ride for the last few years. It was a good way to start the day. He had spent the day with a girl he had seen only through vidscreens for the last few years. Silcox had not been keen on visitors. She was a sight for sore eyes, for sure. Though Japanese, her hair was bright red, drawn into pigtails and her eyes were large, green and liquid. Her body rocked like a night witch, with ornate tattoos that she must have gotten recently to cover up some of the hideously amateur work he remembered. She was excellent at finding ways to spend his cred. They spent the day in his apartment and the evening gathering some groceries for tonight's grill. Quickly wrapped up into a couple dice games and then settling into a seat at a table to throw some bones, he catches up with Jazzy, Bad-Bones and Herbie the Clockstopper of the UBC. They swap stories as they throw the dominos down with a friendly rowdiness. It is good to see so many people still pushing air. The dancefloor was alive and hopping and the gang's usual songs were amping them up. Blame dropped tracks that had become gang favorites, changing them up enough to surprise the crowd. He had packed her DJ gear in and set it up just a couple hours ago and ever since the atmosphere had been a cacophony of drum and bass, and taiko. The grooves turned Tatsu on his ear and drew him toward her. Done with the domino game, he thanked his buddies and hit the floor. It was time he found the person responsible for all this dancing. There were hotties all over tonight, girls he had never seen before. There were all sorts of fresh faces, really. It was not a surprise considering Kaze's drawing power. It would take some time to get to know them all but for now, it was enough that they were Serpents. Through the smoke he spots Blame and approaches to give her a signal. She wraps herself around him and he lays a kiss on her while scanning the room. Peering through the smoky ruckus, he finds the pair that he sought approaching. Disentangling himself from the DJ, he converses with an Asian elf and a scrawny ork who reeks of tobacco. Blame takes a pull from the bottle of plum wine and passes it off to Tatsu as she lowers the volume... a little. Tatsu accepts the bottle and he shouts over the din until people start listening. Now those who don't know him tense up a bit because he sounds absolutely pissed off, but if you've spent twelve minutes with the guy you know this is how he sounds all the time even though he has a pretty cool head one hundred percent of the time. By the time they've figured out what was going, they hear the tall Japanese gangster suggesting, "Let's give a shout out to our brothers! The ones who made it back and the ones who didn't!" The crowd shouts out a roll call of gang members whom this party honors, spilling synthahol to the floor for the dead and acknowledging the ex-cons who are present with hoots and hollers. The fresh blood associates names with faces as the group recognizes Bad-Bones, Legion and Johnny. Whelps and whistles punctuate each sentence as he raises the bottle in salute, "Welcome back to the shaba, the outside. Welcome back to serpent's nest. Home no? Welcome back to the family and welcome back to the party!" Blame senses the timing is right and the redhead drops some bass, a resounding thud felt internally by all present and the dancers bump back into motion as the smooth rhythm pounds out a gang anthem. A chorus hits and many on the floor take up the chant with boisterous vigor, "What's real crime? Hardrock doing time for puffin' the boom. All shacked up in a tiny room. Snake in the grass, better watch your ass." And so on. The tribe enjoys life. On this queue, Spinner and Chains scattered dozens of neon objects across the floor. The trinkets buzzed to life, skittering amongst the feet of the party people and sending all colors of sparks arcing upward. It was like fireworks spraying from the ground up. The room was alight with camaraderie and high spirits. Tatsu watched his family dance in the shifting lights. Tatsu headed to the balcony to lean out for some fresh air. knew he was back home when he saw the string of bikes below, parked outside of the party. At least twice as many as he'd seen at a homecoming party and he did not recognize most of them. The gang had grown. A tap on the shoulder, and he gets the word from Kaze. On the rooftop, he checks his watch. |
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Running Target ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 1,144 Joined: 22-September 04 Member No.: 6,690 ![]() |
Survivor perched on the edge of the rooftop, watching the party going on below. He heard others start to arrive behind, his ears identifying each one as they arrived. His head snapped up when he heard, ""I'm Legion, one of the guests of honor." He'd seen the big troll moving through the crowd, but had't had a chance to approach him.
"It's good to see you again, Mitch," he said, once Lee and Hênni had finished saying their peace. "Things just have't been the same without our number one roller." He stared Mitch in the eye as they shook hands, squeezing as hard as he could. It was a dominance contest he was destined to lose, but the old greeting ritual reassured him, along with the pain that briefly flared in his hand as he shook it out when they finally broke contact. The smoke rising from Hênni's tickled his nose, making him sneeze, and he waved it off when offered his way. |
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Moving Target ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 768 Joined: 27-December 04 From: Houston, Texas CAS Member No.: 6,907 ![]() |
"Ha Ha, Henni you know me too well," Legion said taking the blunt from Henni and nodded in appreciation. He slips the joint into his outer coat pocket careful to hide it's nature from anyone who might be looking. "For later," and he again nods to Henni. Mitch had been thinking that penumbra sounded very familiar, but not some seedy club, and then it came to him, the white ring around an eclipse, he dare not say this aloud however, better to keep the big dumb troll act up in case one of these new guys is two timin'.
Moving over to the roof's edge Legion sat down and let his feet hang over the edge. He sometimes liked to do this to show himself that he wasn't the biggest thing in the universe, his father had always said that no matter how big you grow, or how strong you get, there is always somebody whos stronger. Pondering penumbra's question he said," No idea I just go out today, I hoped you'd know, what you think Henni, whats Kaze got up his sleve." Mitch didn't care that he'd waited too long to answer the question, after all he was a big dumb troll. You need to stop using that as a crutch mitchy or you might just wind up a big dumb troll. It had always chilled him when his subconcious spoke up like that, and this time it was no exception. He turned and stood from the edge and walked to the center of the roof, feeling the subtle bending of the support beams in the roof as he did so. It's getting close to midnight, were is Kaze, or Bad-bones for that matter, hadn't he been let out the same time as me, eh they'll be along shortly I'd imagine. |
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Target ![]() Group: Members Posts: 63 Joined: 11-March 05 Member No.: 7,152 ![]() |
Strolling toward the group, Tatsu belts out, "It's the movers, the shakers, the troublemakers!"
He sounds pissed but he appears glad to see the old gang back together again. Just a couple heads short, but they'd be here in a moment. Shrugging off his leather bike jacket, he scans the rooftop assembly with a bespectacled look of cool anticipation. "Who are we jumping in?" |
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Target ![]() Group: Members Posts: 66 Joined: 22-March 05 Member No.: 7,206 ![]() |
Legion's last words slowly swirl with in the depths of his mind. " No idea I just go out today, I hoped you'd know, what you think henni, what’s kaze got up his sleeve." He waits until the gonga makes another round and takes it from Dane's hand. It has shrunk considerably in size since he started rotation, lightly with two finger pinched he lifts it to his lips. His dark ebony face begins to glow a soft crimson hue as the joint sparks to life from the quick influx of air that surges throughout it.
"Tiss' somet'ing all ta' be find'in out soon enough." He speaks, in the usual cryptic writtings. "De' out come' is still ta' be, an dat' even I don't know." He takes the spleef out of his mouth the glowing hue transferring to his right hand where the tattoo of Gaboon Viper wraps around a crooked 7. It has always seemed to any who knew this strange Rastafarian that deep with in him lay a sense of knowledge. Perhaps the backlash of seeing too much of future that is to come, maybe understanding gained through potent spells or some other dark rituals he knows about. This is what made him such a useful Pirate in the waters of the Caribbean. It is always good to know the other vessels next move before they make it. Yet at an early age he has also learned, information gained should not be given unless it is truly need by the other. Besides sortilege is just that, vague messages gain by one’s own means. Sometimes he is not even sure what the truths are. The Yardy is brought back from deep contemplation by a soft nudge from Blacky. Looking around he realizes those thoughts are holding up rotation and in this realm of smokers code its puff puff give. So Hênni holds the joint out to the others, when none seem willing to except the rotation is reverse back to Dane. In the false illumination of the rooftop’s pole lighting he forces a somber smile to lighten his mood from those last thought. “Will be’ find’in out soon enough d’at is for sure. But would guess’on Kaze e’ze called use all ‘ere for de’ skills we possess. An e’ll be need’don what we all côn’ offer to da’ gang.” Again telling little more then all have probably guessed thus far. |
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Moving Target ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 768 Joined: 27-December 04 From: Houston, Texas CAS Member No.: 6,907 ![]() |
"Your still the same ol' Henni, never tellin' what you'd find out in a minute," the troll who had not been participating in the circle jokingly said. He had felt the strong urge to spark up when his pal had lit the joint, and had resisted it up till this point, but the undeniable tug was creeping its way to he smoking hand. Kaze had said this side of a coma and Mitch had never been much for moderation, anyone whos seen the troll in action could vouch for that, so for Mitch it was all or nothing.
The thing about smoking was, you couldn't quit. Not because you were addicted but because you just didn't want to. Deciding he was spending too much time thinking about the herb that was being passed, he pulled out a cigar, a habit he'd picked up from the slammer, and lit it. He took a deep drag, letting all of the silky aroma drift into his lungs. A cigar was no substitute for "da 'erb" as henni'd call it but with mitch it was all or nothing. |
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Target ![]() Group: Members Posts: 66 Joined: 22-March 05 Member No.: 7,206 ![]() |
The sound of a new arrival to our small "private" party, shifted his attention from Mitch's words. He turned to see Tatsu casually strolling up, the sometimes hyper-active Japanese always had a way making light out of any situation.
Hênni“ ‘Eared yah’ over da’ speakers, always liked ‘dat chônt.” His somber smile then turn wide across the whole of his face. Hardrock doing time for puffin' the boom. " All shacked up in a tiny room. Snake in the grass, better watch your ass.” And so on. The tribe enjoys life.What's real crime?” Allowing its words to replay in his mind. “Yah’ almost missed rotat’ion.” Making mention to the joint’ that Blacky has no doubt smoked down to a small roach. His thoughts in a way mirrored those of Tatsu’s it was good to have the gang back again. It’s tough when you, and most likely others are cooped up in a cell, awaiting you’re one chance at freedom again. Thinking over all you did wrong, and how if given a chance you would probably do it again, Just Better! The Dready shifted his gaze form the rooftop to the sky over head. Overcast as usual dull and gray against the lighter shades of city lights; far off to the north a blue line ran it’s path across the horizon. Lights from the distant inner city no doubt ever shining, ever present there it was daytime all year around. Here in Seattle (outskirts of) there was a sense of being inside some great building. Even atop this roof the weight of the clouds lay heavy on the Rastafarian’s shoulder, out of the “joint” freedom still felt along way off. Man he missed Jamaica! "Atleast d'ere a per'son côn see de' heav'onz an' starz'." Perhaps that’s why he would usual cracked a smile around Tatsu , the sometimes hyper-active Japanese always had a way making light out of any situation. |
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Running Target ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 1,031 Joined: 23-April 04 From: Cal Free Member No.: 6,278 ![]() |
More and more of the gang was assembling on the roof-top. Johnny turns away from the party when he hears Legion’s voice.
“Good to see you made it out.” He says to the big troll. They hadn’t seen much of each other in Silcox. Occasionally they would talk in the yard, but were kept separate in lock-up as was customary with known gang members. He greets Dane and Henni in turn, excepting a hit off the spliff in turn before passing it back to the Rasta. “Thanks Henni.” Johnny smiles at Tatsu enterance. The Japanese man could always lighten the mood. “Hey Tatsu, you been holding down the fort, while we’ve been on vacation?” |
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Target ![]() Group: Members Posts: 63 Joined: 11-March 05 Member No.: 7,152 ![]() |
Tatsu flashed a grin at Henni, "That's alright, Kurohebi. Maybe I'll toke on the next one."
He looks up to the sky, following Henni's gaze for a few moments and then decides that whatever the spiritual Jamaican sees there, it is not visible to himself. Though he is reminded of the freedom they are now enjoying, the beautiful 'shaba'. He throws his grin at Johnny when he asks about things and looked toward the others in the group remembering that some of them had only been out a day. He tried to get a sense of how they felt about being called up here on the first night out. "My first night out, two weeks ago, they had me on a jet to the Bay Area. It was like a vacation brother. I had to convince my family to let me stay on here. Actually, that was kinda what they wanted anyway. I caught the flight back early this morning in time for this. Looks like Nisha's been taking care of things." He gestures toward Survivor with an appreciative nod. He sniffs and observes, "It's quite a party downstairs. Where did all these new kids come from?" |
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Moving Target ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 141 Joined: 21-December 04 From: 50 Clicks north of Dragon City (Front Range Free Zone) Member No.: 6,896 ![]() |
For some reason, the last stair to the rooftop seemed to come way too slow.
Shaking his head to try and clear a little of the alcohol induced haze, Marty stepped out on to the roof. Looking up, he spots the group passing the j around, and tries to place each one. The Rastaman is easy enough to place, but a few of the others were unfamiliar. Noticing a few of the "special guests," the party was supposedly held for in the group, he raised an eyebrow as questions flooded his foggy mind. Looking out over the barrens cityscape towards his house, he shook his head one more time and headed over to the circle, looking for a something to use as a chair on his way over. Settling on an old bucket, he dragged it over to where the others were standing, looking for a space where he could fit into the rotation. "New Kids?" He said, replying to a question that wasnt directed at him. "I guess that's what I am, isnt it?" |
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Target ![]() Group: Members Posts: 63 Joined: 11-March 05 Member No.: 7,152 ![]() |
Tatsu rubs on his own scalp for a moment while he regards the new arrival through his shades. When he speaks, it is a shout. He jokes, "Like this guy here. Where did all of you new faces come from?."
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