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Got my first IC up, not sure who the lead hunter is but that's who he called. Appologies for the vague essence.
Nikolai reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone, he flipped it open and looked at the paper he had stuffed inside, he set it aside and held the wheel and his phone in one hand. He began dialing the number for a hunter he had gotten the number of from another hunter, he dialed the number slowly. He wasn't sure if he should introduce himself as himself or his host, he checked the glove box and looked at the license, it was his hosts and he was fine using it, Travis Lee. God that name made Nikolai chuckle, it wasn't a good name, well it was very American just not what Nikolai was used to. He heard the message beeper and began speaking.
"This is N..." He stopped and fixed himself, " This is Travis Lee, I'm a friend of a friend looking to help out. Anything you got for me I'm happy to do, I need to get in contact with you Rand."
He closed the phone and continued driving, he knew he was heading to the right town, he checked his gas and noticed he was running low, he looked on the side of the road and saw a very brightly lit gas station, the convenience was eery. He pulled into the gas station and stepped out of his 2003 Pontiac Aztec, it was an ugly car but it was efficient. It got him around, he had given it the affectionate name of 'Tona' short for Tonatiuh, the sun god of the Aztecs. He walked to the pump and grabbed it flipping the gas gap and stuffing the pump in. He didn't see any kind of place to insert money, he walked to the main door and saw two people inside, one behind the counter and one near the food. Walked inside and took out his wallet, he pulled out about 100 dollars.
"I need you to fill up the tank," Nikolai said with a small smile.
"We don't have change for a hundo," the man said.
"That's fine, I'm a bit hungry anyway," Nikolai said annoyed walking back to the food aisle, he didn't usually eat food like this but Travis enjoyed it so Nikolai got them, he grabbed a beer, some salt and vinegar chips, a few candy bars. He brought them to the counter and set them all down, the attendant slowly began ringing them up. Nikolai watched the man carefully, he looked at a mirror behind the counter watching the man in the aisle. He kept looked back at Nikolai and the attendant, Nikolai began getting nervous.
"This is N..." He stopped and fixed himself, " This is Travis Lee, I'm a friend of a friend looking to help out. Anything you got for me I'm happy to do, I need to get in contact with you Rand."
He closed the phone and continued driving, he knew he was heading to the right town, he checked his gas and noticed he was running low, he looked on the side of the road and saw a very brightly lit gas station, the convenience was eery. He pulled into the gas station and stepped out of his 2003 Pontiac Aztec, it was an ugly car but it was efficient. It got him around, he had given it the affectionate name of 'Tona' short for Tonatiuh, the sun god of the Aztecs. He walked to the pump and grabbed it flipping the gas gap and stuffing the pump in. He didn't see any kind of place to insert money, he walked to the main door and saw two people inside, one behind the counter and one near the food. Walked inside and took out his wallet, he pulled out about 100 dollars.
"I need you to fill up the tank," Nikolai said with a small smile.
"We don't have change for a hundo," the man said.
"That's fine, I'm a bit hungry anyway," Nikolai said annoyed walking back to the food aisle, he didn't usually eat food like this but Travis enjoyed it so Nikolai got them, he grabbed a beer, some salt and vinegar chips, a few candy bars. He brought them to the counter and set them all down, the attendant slowly began ringing them up. Nikolai watched the man carefully, he looked at a mirror behind the counter watching the man in the aisle. He kept looked back at Nikolai and the attendant, Nikolai began getting nervous.
A long time ago.
"Hey," Reverb said doubling back as he heard the disturbing able scream of Benny in an alleyway, he turned the corner to see the back of Kevlar padding, a shield in the mans off hand, and some kind of navy blue underneath. He had heard shit from some of the informants around town that this guy was a heavy hitter, like big time, he worked the harder shit. Reverb clutched his fists and approached, the big man.
"Oy, Riot" Reverb said his voice slightly raised, "You mind me taking this little fuck down, I did the brute work on his crew and all. I appreciate you helping me find him, and I really do appreciate it. But that son of a bitch there is my target, I got the papers on him too."
Reverb reached into his pockets and felt the crisply folded papers then pulled them out. He held them between his index and middle finger as he walked up to the left of Riot. He looked down at Benny who wasn't far away, a good kick could land right on the short bastards jaw. He looked to Riot and flashed a quick smile, he extended a hand.
"I'm Reverb by the way," he said with a small smile, " I think we could work this asshole over together, maybe even team up for a bit.
"Hey," Reverb said doubling back as he heard the disturbing able scream of Benny in an alleyway, he turned the corner to see the back of Kevlar padding, a shield in the mans off hand, and some kind of navy blue underneath. He had heard shit from some of the informants around town that this guy was a heavy hitter, like big time, he worked the harder shit. Reverb clutched his fists and approached, the big man.
"Oy, Riot" Reverb said his voice slightly raised, "You mind me taking this little fuck down, I did the brute work on his crew and all. I appreciate you helping me find him, and I really do appreciate it. But that son of a bitch there is my target, I got the papers on him too."
Reverb reached into his pockets and felt the crisply folded papers then pulled them out. He held them between his index and middle finger as he walked up to the left of Riot. He looked down at Benny who wasn't far away, a good kick could land right on the short bastards jaw. He looked to Riot and flashed a quick smile, he extended a hand.
"I'm Reverb by the way," he said with a small smile, " I think we could work this asshole over together, maybe even team up for a bit.
Korbanjaro said
@HellhoundQuestion - Do you think it would be alright if we made this encounter more like six months ago? It would allow for some possible camaraderie between these two when we rejoin the current timeline. Plus, we could use it to lay out some groundwork for Gambetti's rise, the Castelvetrano family, etc.If not, that's cool. I can work with it either way, but thought I'd ask, 'cause I wasn't sure how long Reverb had been "active."
Of course, sorry that I didn't respond sooner I've been busy with legal such and such for an endeavor. But yes I can deal with that.
And so Victor does something stupid in the name of fun.
Victor saw the asian dude begin running from the bookies after snatching something off the table, he watched the struggle for a while laughing his ass off. He knew the big guys would crush the asian if they caught up to him, Victor was pretty drunk, the big men were in his path while sprinting after the asian, before Victor knew it he had thrown his metalic arm out close lining one of the big men. He hooked into Victors elbow and fell on his ass, Victor threw one leg over him and leaned down into his face.
"GET FUCKIN DROPPED BITCH" Victor shouted in laughter, it didnt matter who he fought at this point but he was gonna fucking fight tonight, "WHO ELSE WANTS SOME?!"
Victor looked around and let out a true battle cry, the music was no longer deafening to him, it was pumping him up, anyone was fair game to him at this point, Deon couldve walked up and Victor still would have taken a swing.
"GET FUCKIN DROPPED BITCH" Victor shouted in laughter, it didnt matter who he fought at this point but he was gonna fucking fight tonight, "WHO ELSE WANTS SOME?!"
Victor looked around and let out a true battle cry, the music was no longer deafening to him, it was pumping him up, anyone was fair game to him at this point, Deon couldve walked up and Victor still would have taken a swing.
For real though how do I introduce my character?
Enrique-Outpost-Myriah, Samantha
Enrique sat outside the room where Samantha and Myria had been sitting and laughing for a good hour or so. Enrique sat in wait for either to leave, he had kept himself well covered in clothes he himseld did not own, he saw Myriah leaving the room. She looked back then walked off somewhere, Enrique grimaced and got to work. He jogged across the way holding a shiv he had made so that he could not be linked to the murder weapon, it was merely a shard of glass held by a bunch of duct tape, nothing fancy. He went in through the front with his bandana across his mouth and nose, he saw Samantha sitting reading a book he gripped his shiv tightly as she looked up.
"WAI," her cry for help was ended by Enriques gloved hand covering her mouth, he held his hand there as he positioned himself behind her, he grunted as he dug the knife into one side of her throat slowly tearing through to the other side.
"I'm sorry," Enrique said as he held her body there, "I'm sorry... just think you get to leave this world, you will be at peace."
She stopped squirming and clawing at his arms, he threw her body aside the shiv still in her throat. He stood and made his way to the door, as his fingers touched the handle the door came open and on the otherside stood Myriah. He reacted before thinking and slammed his fist into her forehead, she fell to the floor unconcscious and Enrique stepped over her and ran off. He made his way to a firepit and burned the bandana and hood he had on, he carefully checked his pants for blood and then his shoes. He tossed the gloves in the fire and made his way to the tent he had been given. He sat on his bunk, running his hands through his hair, he remembered name he used to have in thd army.
El perro de infierno
The hell hound, the unwavering stealer of souls, he knew he was back to his old ways, he didnt want to be this anymore. Not again, he let out an angry huff, then felt tears forming in his eyes, he slapped himself trying to snap of it. He reached under his bunk and grabbed the glass bottle from the kitchen, he brought it up and unscrewed the top, he brought it to his lips and let the fire swim down his throat.
Enrique sat outside the room where Samantha and Myria had been sitting and laughing for a good hour or so. Enrique sat in wait for either to leave, he had kept himself well covered in clothes he himseld did not own, he saw Myriah leaving the room. She looked back then walked off somewhere, Enrique grimaced and got to work. He jogged across the way holding a shiv he had made so that he could not be linked to the murder weapon, it was merely a shard of glass held by a bunch of duct tape, nothing fancy. He went in through the front with his bandana across his mouth and nose, he saw Samantha sitting reading a book he gripped his shiv tightly as she looked up.
"WAI," her cry for help was ended by Enriques gloved hand covering her mouth, he held his hand there as he positioned himself behind her, he grunted as he dug the knife into one side of her throat slowly tearing through to the other side.
"I'm sorry," Enrique said as he held her body there, "I'm sorry... just think you get to leave this world, you will be at peace."
She stopped squirming and clawing at his arms, he threw her body aside the shiv still in her throat. He stood and made his way to the door, as his fingers touched the handle the door came open and on the otherside stood Myriah. He reacted before thinking and slammed his fist into her forehead, she fell to the floor unconcscious and Enrique stepped over her and ran off. He made his way to a firepit and burned the bandana and hood he had on, he carefully checked his pants for blood and then his shoes. He tossed the gloves in the fire and made his way to the tent he had been given. He sat on his bunk, running his hands through his hair, he remembered name he used to have in thd army.
El perro de infierno
The hell hound, the unwavering stealer of souls, he knew he was back to his old ways, he didnt want to be this anymore. Not again, he let out an angry huff, then felt tears forming in his eyes, he slapped himself trying to snap of it. He reached under his bunk and grabbed the glass bottle from the kitchen, he brought it up and unscrewed the top, he brought it to his lips and let the fire swim down his throat.
Appologies mate but we are no longer accepting Military characters.
@Korbanjo, I see I wouldnt mind the whole next week bit.
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