Shattered glass poured over the glossy black hood like a heavy rain. CJ lurched forward as his three quarter ton truck came to an abrupt stop.
"Shit." he uttered slipping out the driver’s door and tossing his half spent cigarette to the gutter. The store alarm was loud and hard on the ears. He stammered slightly walking to the display window, on his way by sweeping an armload of glass off the hood of his truck.
"Shit." he said again, seeing the stereo he was about to boost in shattered plastic pieces five feet across the floor, a side effect of the chrome grill guard mounted to the front of his truck. His headlights were all that illuminated the establishment, cutting sharp shadows of shelves, broken stereos and CJ as he stepped through the broken glass. The alarm was even louder inside but CJ ignored it fishing through his pockets for another smoke. He lit it up taking a hard drag; his eye's falling on a new prize. A large flat screen was hanging on the wall, it looked heavy and expensive. With a grunt and a hard pull the TV came free of the wall and he hauled it back outside setting it behind the truck. He popped the tailgate and slid it in. In the distance and over the droning sound of the alarm, he could make out the popping noise of gunshots, only a block or two down. Probably another drug deal or robbery just gone sour. Enforcers are cracking down all over the city, but there's a lot of push-back. CJ gripped the magnum he had laying on the bench seat as he backed out of the storefront and tore down the road.
Not sure even if he wanted to go home or not CJ turned down an alley and found a quiet parking place, where he turned the key and the diesel engine shuddered to a silence. He leaned over and plucked a joint from the dimly lit dash. CJ enjoyed his vices, but this wasn't the path he imagined his life going. Not that he had much direction, a steady job, and a steady girlfriend at least kept him interested in a regular life. However a failed drug test put an end to his job and an unwillingness to grow up cratered his relationship. All CJ has now are his habits and his truck. Boosting just to keep the cash flowing for fuel, food, and booze. CJ still goes out for a good time now and then. Gets trashed, makes some new friends and finds a place to crash for a few days. Tonight though his bed will be the driver’s seat. In the morning his favourite pawn shop will open and he can cash in his nights work. CJ takes another long drag and holds it waiting for the buzz. Slowly he lets the smoke slide passed his lips and he discards the roach.
"There has to be more." CJ murmurs closing his eyes.
Hello everyone very interested in joining a RP gang in APB. Also very rusty, it's been a long time since I’ve done much RP or writing. Hope I’m able to fit in alright.
"Shit." he uttered slipping out the driver’s door and tossing his half spent cigarette to the gutter. The store alarm was loud and hard on the ears. He stammered slightly walking to the display window, on his way by sweeping an armload of glass off the hood of his truck.
"Shit." he said again, seeing the stereo he was about to boost in shattered plastic pieces five feet across the floor, a side effect of the chrome grill guard mounted to the front of his truck. His headlights were all that illuminated the establishment, cutting sharp shadows of shelves, broken stereos and CJ as he stepped through the broken glass. The alarm was even louder inside but CJ ignored it fishing through his pockets for another smoke. He lit it up taking a hard drag; his eye's falling on a new prize. A large flat screen was hanging on the wall, it looked heavy and expensive. With a grunt and a hard pull the TV came free of the wall and he hauled it back outside setting it behind the truck. He popped the tailgate and slid it in. In the distance and over the droning sound of the alarm, he could make out the popping noise of gunshots, only a block or two down. Probably another drug deal or robbery just gone sour. Enforcers are cracking down all over the city, but there's a lot of push-back. CJ gripped the magnum he had laying on the bench seat as he backed out of the storefront and tore down the road.
Not sure even if he wanted to go home or not CJ turned down an alley and found a quiet parking place, where he turned the key and the diesel engine shuddered to a silence. He leaned over and plucked a joint from the dimly lit dash. CJ enjoyed his vices, but this wasn't the path he imagined his life going. Not that he had much direction, a steady job, and a steady girlfriend at least kept him interested in a regular life. However a failed drug test put an end to his job and an unwillingness to grow up cratered his relationship. All CJ has now are his habits and his truck. Boosting just to keep the cash flowing for fuel, food, and booze. CJ still goes out for a good time now and then. Gets trashed, makes some new friends and finds a place to crash for a few days. Tonight though his bed will be the driver’s seat. In the morning his favourite pawn shop will open and he can cash in his nights work. CJ takes another long drag and holds it waiting for the buzz. Slowly he lets the smoke slide passed his lips and he discards the roach.
"There has to be more." CJ murmurs closing his eyes.
Hello everyone very interested in joining a RP gang in APB. Also very rusty, it's been a long time since I’ve done much RP or writing. Hope I’m able to fit in alright.
