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Currently working on my character :) gonna go for the stealthy/clandestine operator approach
Will have it up by tomorrow
Hey I'm very interested in joining :)

On a sidenote, are you @StormWolf from RPNation? If you are, perhaps you don't remember me but I was also part of your Occult roleplay on RPNation
Hey people, sorry I haven't been so active recently :/ been very busy with preparing for school, requirements and all.
Hope I didn't miss too much :) I'll be posting my part two soon, sorry for the delay and everything







C O A S T C I T Y /// U N I T E D S T A T E S:

May 5, 2019 - 2000 hours | Giovanni's -Docks Area





The rain dropped ever so slightly on the pavements of Coast City. They were expecting a slight drizzle, but now it seems that there is a downpour on its way. When it rains, it pours; that is the case for tonight’s shady characters.
Just around the pier area, there is a place that pier workers frequent in the dead of the night. A pub by the name of “Giovanni’s.” Throughout its existence, it has always maintained a certain repertoire with the folks coming from the sea and CCPD. As they say, birds of a feather, flock together. All those years of illegal importing, smuggling, human trafficking, and gun running have all been deeply rooted in the docks. Up front, it is the lifeblood of the city’s commerce and trade. But behind the curtains lie dark secrets that politicians and crime lords have agreed to maintain. Of course, time to time rumors start leaking to the media about corruption running deep in the piers but how can the city shut down its number one source of business tax? They can’t, they can only hope to slow down the bleeding.
Until now, Giovanni’s place has become a hub of sea faring criminals. Whether they smuggle in or out, it doesn’t matter. Without someone to fix the jobs for you it would be a slow death. That is why Giovanni exists; it’s like an illegal job fair full of people who should’ve been behind bar years ago.





The rain keeps pouring down. Earlier it was meek, now it’s like pouring down a barrage of bullets straight down into the city. From the streets, you can hear nothing but the symphony of a storm letting loose. Concrete and asphalt filled with water, patter with every droplet that adds to its collective. Light posts struggle to let their shine break through the walls of downpour in their way. The result is a beautiful, diluted light that paints the night with a touch of yellow or white.
The streets are lonely now; everyone has gone home to avoid the weather. But one figure in particular, is putting extra hours to keep the city safe. Staying far above ground to watch as the night goes by and his prey slowly fall into his trap.

" C’mon… where are you now? You’re gonna be late.

Manta thinks to himself as he looks at the parking lot in front of Giovanni’s; spacious, it wasn’t like ordinary pubs that only had the curb to serve as parking. Giovanni’s place is special because of many things, one of them is that parking lot full of exotic cars and stolen vehicles that makes policemen stake out all night. It’s rare you ever see the place not filled with such antics. From the building opposite to the pub, an apartment complex, everything looks so clear albeit for the rain blocking out important details. One of details is crucial: license plates. He's been staking out this joint for hours now, staying hidden in that rooftop either ducking down or using his camouflage.

That’s got to be you… no doubt, that van screams trouble.

A black van drives up from the rain, just a few yards off the main road. It’s headlights look like a dim ball of light pacing through the weather. It finally finds its way to the parking lot entrance with its tires struggling to find traction in the soaking wet asphalt. It was very incognito: black paint and black tint, in these conditions it was difficult to see. Luckily for Manta he has those special night vision visors in his helmet to help him see.
“I see you. Black van. Lisence plate: 6ZSJ266, Cali state. They must’ve swapped out the engine as well. Only one way to find out.”
As the van pulls up to its spot, two men exit out the front seats. The rain started pouring on their denim overalls and started pulling out a couple of rain coats from the back seats.

Manta pulls out his long-range sound antenna to eavesdrop on their conversation. Pointing the antenna at their general direction, static comes out into his helmet. He turns a few knobs around his antenna gun to adjust the sound and voila! Voices, not so clear, but it just needed a bit more adjusting.

buzz… buzz… Did… did you see if anyone was following us?
Yeah, of course I did.
Are you sure?
Of course I am. There’s no way anybody can see our ride at a time like this.
That’s not the point dumbass… we’re driving into Gio’s with a stolen van.
Pfft, you’re worrying too much.
Hmph, you two ought to be worrying.” Manta zooms into the scene but their baseball caps is hiding the impressions on their face. Even the night vision has a hard time sneaking a peek at the angle Manta is working with.

Sun tattoo, left hand… which one of you has it?” Zooming even further, Manta looks of the only clue he has on knowing who is who.

Hey, relax man. If you start acting spooked now, the boss might think you’re a soft pussy and pull us out of the job. Or worse.”
Oh yeah? Last week, Lawrence got jumped on his way to the hideout. I don’t want that shit happening to us.”
Chill, alright dude? You’re gonna make me look embarrassed in there. I got half a mil' riding on this job. Besides, we’re packing.”

The two proceed to take out a small firearm from the back of the van. A revolver for one of them and a sawed-off shotgun for the other.
Manta uses this opportunity to find that tattoo, it’s his only lead. He zooms in quickly to their hands and finds a faint impression of a sun on the hand of the man on the right side of the van.

Bingo. So you must be Kendrick ‘The Pinch’ Antone. And the other guy must be your accomplice: Gordon Hays. What are you up to, Kendrick?

Kendrick and Gordon make their way into the pub, their boots splashing water across the puddles between them.
The neon lights ahead of the two. ‘Welcome To Giovanni’s,’ ‘Beer & Spirits,” “No Pets Allowed,” were their only source of light as they moved closer to the entrance.

The door swings open and the two drenched criminals squeak their way into the crowded bar. Filled with hard rock music, the smell of nicotine and a lot of booze. A lot of scruffy faces. Faces that have seen either the wrong end of a jail cell or years of sea travel, no in between.
“Hey, Trey! Two Glenfiddichs, straight! One for me and the kid.” Kendricks exclaimed to the bartender. Before making their way to the counter, they dry themselves up and set aside their coats along with the other dripping garments. As they fix themselves they close the doors behind them and Manta loses sight of his quarry.

Time to get a better view.

@Tackytaff Manta's city is Coast City :)
Oh damn, sorry about that. I really really thought this was the OOC you guys were mentioning. Thank you for informing me :)
I had fun reading your IC though
Sorry I'm a bit late to the party. I just found out about this OOC like right now after going through the iCheck and I wasn't part of the Discord. Will be posting soon.
I've done some edits on Manta. Instead of being a reservist, he will start of as a solo character then along the way, maybe a member of the JLU will come looking for me since I am wearing the former terrorist's gear.

Repost
Here's my close to canon rendition of Aquaman's nemesis (it's not really him) who is now good.
@Omega Man or @WXer I changed his city to Coast City and removed Killer Croc from the story arc and replaced him with King Shark :)


EDIT - made changes the GM's wanted me to make regarding my submarine and some clerical errors.
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