im using this for me and the new people to kind of have a starting point. i didnt play pre-launch or beta so this is just to get the ball rolling maybe a place for characters new and old to meet and then take to the game world? we'll see how it goes.
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::The bus rolls into the Southside of the financial district with a screeching stop.He awakes jarringly from his sleep and wipes the drool of the side of his chin.As the passengers dismount he grabs his black suitcase and files in line.As he steps off the bus the bright glare from the sun forces him to pull his Black baseball cap down over his eyes.The city is enormous.Sprawling buildings,people everywhere hustling to get to wherever they feel is so important.The dirt from the gutters floating in the air.He hates citys.He cant think.Immediately he feels nauseous and clutches his hand to his stomach as if it will make it magically go away.Breath.He sees in alley and runs to it placing his back agaisnt the brick wall of the building and taking deep gulping breaths as if everyone was his last.Sadly he thought things arent going to get any easier.After ten minutes his nerves calm and he returns to the streets.He pulls his headphones from his pocket and places them on his head.Relax he thinks.As he walks down the bustling streets he comes to a Mexican joint on 6th st called Las Marias.They have a wide open patio with few people.Perfect.He walks in and sits at a table on the patio and pulls the cellphone from his pocket and places it on the metal table.The heat is unbearable for him.He dials::
"Took you long enough"the voice on the other ends says gruff and raw like a cigar smokers."Ive been waiting.I hate waiting.Theres $25,000 in cash in a suitcase at the bus station locker #27.You need to be careful San Paro is raw.Its a constant war ground.I cant afford for you to get your wish just yet.Not untill im done with you."
::The waitress ask him for his order and without looking he just points to the menu.It didnt matter he couldnt even remeber the last time he actually "tasted" food::
"Your target is the highest of profiles.Her name is Jennifer Catch and she is the executive vp of the largest Bank of America in the San Paro district.She is also a gambler,drug user and like most rich c*nts spends way to much money pisses of all the right people and now has a price tag on her head.She wont be easy to get to.I know your not a people person but I have a contact on the inside for you.Her name is....."
"Hey white boy whats in the suitcase?"
::He turns to see what appears to be six Mexican gangbangers approaching him::
"Hey you speak english puta?"says the fat Mexican gangbanger."Habla Espanola?"
::the group laughs.The Fat mexican pulls out a 45.caliber SandW and taps the barrel on the metal grate fence of the patio.The only other patrons on the patio pretend nothing is going on and dig there faces so far into there mexican platters of crap that they might as well be dogs eating on the floor.::
"Whats going on Brad?"the voice on the phone says anxiously.
"I have to go right now."he says and hangs up the phone and places it on the table.
::one of the gangbangers.A skinny younger one with a black and gold bandana and a mouth full of gold teeth walks around the fence and faces him::
"Well mardicon,you dress like a street loser but you have a very nice black case.It makes me think.What might be in there.It looks important."he says with a smile of a rabid jackal confronting its prey.
::quickly he assess the situation.The case holds nothing but two handguns,a fake id,two cases of ammo and a hundred dollers in random cash.He doesnt need it.He needs the phone.Thats there only contact with him.If he loses it he most likely wont be able to be reached for soemtime.Its his job to stay off the grid.If he's off the grid the FBI cant find him.Which means they cant stop him.If they stop him then his employers kill....no.He cant think that far.Give them the case save the phone walk away.His stomach clenches like it used to when she walked in the room.Control he thinks.He slides the headphones off.::
"Take it he says."with the serenity of an angel.
::the young mexican with the gold teeth reaches over the fence and grabs the suitcase.::
"Ricky take the cell phone too."says the mexican next to the fat gangbanger.
::His eye sight goes black for a split second.Breath.His stomach is hurting worse.He is utter calm and panic at one time.Ying and yang all tied up in a clean neat package waiting to eat him alive.::
"You cant have the phone."he replies.
"You hear that Marco?"Ricky says."You cant have the phone."
::Marco jumps over the fence and pulls out a 22.cal and without a second pause cracks the butt of the gun across his jaw so hard two teeth fall into his mouth and he swallows them.The blood is warm in his mouth and he spits it on the ground.::
"Now motherf*cker let me try that again.Let me get the phone."Marco says.
::He wants to puke.He likes plans.Plans keep him controlled.Breath.He pushes the phone on the table closer to Marco.Marco reaches for the phone and as his hand reaches the phone he grabs the steak knife on the table and slams it threw Marcos hand.Marco screams like a child as he stands quickly and grabs marco by the throat crushing his wind pipe.Immediatly Ricky goes in his pants for what he belives is a weapon but he's slow and nervous not having expected confrontation and he pulls the kife out of Marco's dead hand and throws it at Ricky.Ricky falters trying to avoid the knife and falls on his back.Using dead Marco's body as a shield he reaches for the phone but a bullet from the Fat mexican forces him to pull back his hand.By now the other four mexican gangbangers have drawn there guns and start shooting at him.He feels the vibrations of the bullets hitting Marco's corpse and starts scrambling to the front door of the mexican resturaunt.He feels a bullet connect in his shoulder as he hits front door.Once cleared of the door he drops Marco's body and runs to the kitchen doors.Breath.Breath.He hears or see's nothing but the kitchen doors.He doesnt notice the bullets shattering the window glass.The waitress that unfortunately catches a 32.caliber slug on the side of her neck and dies gurgiling on her own blood.It was her curly strawberry blond hair.She hated him at first.So curly.He used to tease her about it.He was so cocky.He crashes threw the kitchen doors to the yells and paniced cries of the mexican kitchen staff.He see's the Red Exit sign in the back and rushes for it.Opening kicking it open the alarm goes off and the bright glare of the sun momentarily blinds him again.He see's a fence and hops it bringing him to a four way alley. He runs threw it and finds himself at another street.Without looking he runs across the street.Halfway across he hears the horn in time to look up and see the hatchback 15 feet in front of him.He jumps in time to land on the hood with his back and crash into the windshield sending glass over him as he rolls off and crashes into the concrete like a pile of bricks.Before the blackness completely covers his eyes he thinks of Trin.::
::Breath of air.He opens his eyes and realizes he is still on the ground.He is disorented but he belives he hears gunfire.He tries to push himself up with his right arm only to fall on his face.He forgot he had been shot in the shoulder.As his vision clears and his hearing lines back up he manages to get his back to the hatchback and look around.With the first glance over the hood of the car he realizes he is in the middle of either a Wild West gun fight or World war 3.The cops are lined on one end of the street pouring bullets like fourth of july fireworks into what appeared to be the mexican gangbangers that had been chashing him hold up behind two cars down the street.How long had he been out for.Seconds,minutes.As if to remind him where he was a bullet bounches off the sideview mirror.To his right he see's a thrift store.Pulling him self up and crouching by the hatchback he looks in to the see the driver laying on the front seat bullet holes in her chest like a three hole punch.He shakes his head once and breaks for the thrift store opening the front door.Theres no one inside.He grabs a shirt of the rack and rips it and ties the peice around his shoulder where the bullet wound is.His ribs hurt.Broke.Breath.He walks to the back of the store to find exit into another alleyway.Empty.He can still hear the echoes of gunfire but he ignores it.He thinks...no guns....no phone...they cant reach me.As he comes to the end of the alley he slumps agaisnt the brickwall and looks at his watch.He has only been in San Paro for 42 minutes.The company most likely wont find a way to contact him for a couple weeks.He has the marks name.Jennifer Catch.He has $25,000 in a locker.He decides to start at the locker.He smiles.San Paro now just has one more killer on its hand with nothing to lose and nowhere to go.
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hope you enjoy....that was his introduction to san paro on day one.Hope to meet up with you guys soon.
LaRocha
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Bradford-Criminal
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::The bus rolls into the Southside of the financial district with a screeching stop.He awakes jarringly from his sleep and wipes the drool of the side of his chin.As the passengers dismount he grabs his black suitcase and files in line.As he steps off the bus the bright glare from the sun forces him to pull his Black baseball cap down over his eyes.The city is enormous.Sprawling buildings,people everywhere hustling to get to wherever they feel is so important.The dirt from the gutters floating in the air.He hates citys.He cant think.Immediately he feels nauseous and clutches his hand to his stomach as if it will make it magically go away.Breath.He sees in alley and runs to it placing his back agaisnt the brick wall of the building and taking deep gulping breaths as if everyone was his last.Sadly he thought things arent going to get any easier.After ten minutes his nerves calm and he returns to the streets.He pulls his headphones from his pocket and places them on his head.Relax he thinks.As he walks down the bustling streets he comes to a Mexican joint on 6th st called Las Marias.They have a wide open patio with few people.Perfect.He walks in and sits at a table on the patio and pulls the cellphone from his pocket and places it on the metal table.The heat is unbearable for him.He dials::
"Took you long enough"the voice on the other ends says gruff and raw like a cigar smokers."Ive been waiting.I hate waiting.Theres $25,000 in cash in a suitcase at the bus station locker #27.You need to be careful San Paro is raw.Its a constant war ground.I cant afford for you to get your wish just yet.Not untill im done with you."
::The waitress ask him for his order and without looking he just points to the menu.It didnt matter he couldnt even remeber the last time he actually "tasted" food::
"Your target is the highest of profiles.Her name is Jennifer Catch and she is the executive vp of the largest Bank of America in the San Paro district.She is also a gambler,drug user and like most rich c*nts spends way to much money pisses of all the right people and now has a price tag on her head.She wont be easy to get to.I know your not a people person but I have a contact on the inside for you.Her name is....."
"Hey white boy whats in the suitcase?"
::He turns to see what appears to be six Mexican gangbangers approaching him::
"Hey you speak english puta?"says the fat Mexican gangbanger."Habla Espanola?"
::the group laughs.The Fat mexican pulls out a 45.caliber SandW and taps the barrel on the metal grate fence of the patio.The only other patrons on the patio pretend nothing is going on and dig there faces so far into there mexican platters of crap that they might as well be dogs eating on the floor.::
"Whats going on Brad?"the voice on the phone says anxiously.
"I have to go right now."he says and hangs up the phone and places it on the table.
::one of the gangbangers.A skinny younger one with a black and gold bandana and a mouth full of gold teeth walks around the fence and faces him::
"Well mardicon,you dress like a street loser but you have a very nice black case.It makes me think.What might be in there.It looks important."he says with a smile of a rabid jackal confronting its prey.
::quickly he assess the situation.The case holds nothing but two handguns,a fake id,two cases of ammo and a hundred dollers in random cash.He doesnt need it.He needs the phone.Thats there only contact with him.If he loses it he most likely wont be able to be reached for soemtime.Its his job to stay off the grid.If he's off the grid the FBI cant find him.Which means they cant stop him.If they stop him then his employers kill....no.He cant think that far.Give them the case save the phone walk away.His stomach clenches like it used to when she walked in the room.Control he thinks.He slides the headphones off.::
"Take it he says."with the serenity of an angel.
::the young mexican with the gold teeth reaches over the fence and grabs the suitcase.::
"Ricky take the cell phone too."says the mexican next to the fat gangbanger.
::His eye sight goes black for a split second.Breath.His stomach is hurting worse.He is utter calm and panic at one time.Ying and yang all tied up in a clean neat package waiting to eat him alive.::
"You cant have the phone."he replies.
"You hear that Marco?"Ricky says."You cant have the phone."
::Marco jumps over the fence and pulls out a 22.cal and without a second pause cracks the butt of the gun across his jaw so hard two teeth fall into his mouth and he swallows them.The blood is warm in his mouth and he spits it on the ground.::
"Now motherf*cker let me try that again.Let me get the phone."Marco says.
::He wants to puke.He likes plans.Plans keep him controlled.Breath.He pushes the phone on the table closer to Marco.Marco reaches for the phone and as his hand reaches the phone he grabs the steak knife on the table and slams it threw Marcos hand.Marco screams like a child as he stands quickly and grabs marco by the throat crushing his wind pipe.Immediatly Ricky goes in his pants for what he belives is a weapon but he's slow and nervous not having expected confrontation and he pulls the kife out of Marco's dead hand and throws it at Ricky.Ricky falters trying to avoid the knife and falls on his back.Using dead Marco's body as a shield he reaches for the phone but a bullet from the Fat mexican forces him to pull back his hand.By now the other four mexican gangbangers have drawn there guns and start shooting at him.He feels the vibrations of the bullets hitting Marco's corpse and starts scrambling to the front door of the mexican resturaunt.He feels a bullet connect in his shoulder as he hits front door.Once cleared of the door he drops Marco's body and runs to the kitchen doors.Breath.Breath.He hears or see's nothing but the kitchen doors.He doesnt notice the bullets shattering the window glass.The waitress that unfortunately catches a 32.caliber slug on the side of her neck and dies gurgiling on her own blood.It was her curly strawberry blond hair.She hated him at first.So curly.He used to tease her about it.He was so cocky.He crashes threw the kitchen doors to the yells and paniced cries of the mexican kitchen staff.He see's the Red Exit sign in the back and rushes for it.Opening kicking it open the alarm goes off and the bright glare of the sun momentarily blinds him again.He see's a fence and hops it bringing him to a four way alley. He runs threw it and finds himself at another street.Without looking he runs across the street.Halfway across he hears the horn in time to look up and see the hatchback 15 feet in front of him.He jumps in time to land on the hood with his back and crash into the windshield sending glass over him as he rolls off and crashes into the concrete like a pile of bricks.Before the blackness completely covers his eyes he thinks of Trin.::
::Breath of air.He opens his eyes and realizes he is still on the ground.He is disorented but he belives he hears gunfire.He tries to push himself up with his right arm only to fall on his face.He forgot he had been shot in the shoulder.As his vision clears and his hearing lines back up he manages to get his back to the hatchback and look around.With the first glance over the hood of the car he realizes he is in the middle of either a Wild West gun fight or World war 3.The cops are lined on one end of the street pouring bullets like fourth of july fireworks into what appeared to be the mexican gangbangers that had been chashing him hold up behind two cars down the street.How long had he been out for.Seconds,minutes.As if to remind him where he was a bullet bounches off the sideview mirror.To his right he see's a thrift store.Pulling him self up and crouching by the hatchback he looks in to the see the driver laying on the front seat bullet holes in her chest like a three hole punch.He shakes his head once and breaks for the thrift store opening the front door.Theres no one inside.He grabs a shirt of the rack and rips it and ties the peice around his shoulder where the bullet wound is.His ribs hurt.Broke.Breath.He walks to the back of the store to find exit into another alleyway.Empty.He can still hear the echoes of gunfire but he ignores it.He thinks...no guns....no phone...they cant reach me.As he comes to the end of the alley he slumps agaisnt the brickwall and looks at his watch.He has only been in San Paro for 42 minutes.The company most likely wont find a way to contact him for a couple weeks.He has the marks name.Jennifer Catch.He has $25,000 in a locker.He decides to start at the locker.He smiles.San Paro now just has one more killer on its hand with nothing to lose and nowhere to go.
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hope you enjoy....that was his introduction to san paro on day one.Hope to meet up with you guys soon.
LaRocha
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Bradford-Criminal
