Opppsss....
I thought Metro said 8 am. I'll be changing my post later.
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My chances of surviving in this city are getting lower and lower. T_T
"Look, I don't sell this stuff alright. You buy it from my people. Now get out of here you make a scene." John told the man outside who showed up on his doorstep early on that morning. He's temper was beginning to flair but he tried to be calm and casual. He scratched the back of head to try and tone down his frustration. He kept a soft, calm and low voice as he talked with the man though a small slit in his door.
"Look, John, I can't get the stuff from dealers. I have... some money that I owe them man. I'll pay them once I get my fix, I swear. Look just hook me up this one time and you'll never see me again, I promise." The man tried to reason with John but it wasn't going to work. He already owed somebody cash so it wasn't likely that he was going to pay up here too. There was also the subject that he owed a dealer. Whether it was one of one of John's friends or some of the gang's, it was bad either way. John needed to get rid of this guy and get rid of him fast. Normally, he would ask Raymond to take care of this situation but he didn't know if he was still asleep or making his rounds on the streets. John had all but himself.
"That's not how it works and you better keep you voice down in case somebody is listening." John said with a sharp tone, making it clear to the junkie that his patience was running out. "Now, you get the fuck away from here you get in real trouble. Is that understood?"
The man began to get down on his knees. He head pointed down at the concrete sideway. He's long, blonde, scruffy and grimy hair covered his face as he began to sob. "Just give me some crystal man and I'l be gone. Please man, I need it. I really need it."
"You seriously can't be giving me this shit right now." John muttered to himself. "Get out of here before now pal or else." He tried to warn the junkie one last time before he got really upset.
The other guy just knelled there in front of his door, his arms and faced pressed against the steel-framed door. "Just this one time man, I really need it. Please, I just need it."
At that moment, John snapped as he couldn't handle himself anymore. He unhinged all of the locks on his door and with all his might, he pushed it open. The man outside was thrown by the force and the poor sucker got a bloody wound on his left cheek because of it. John stepped outside with a look of utter anger as his eyes full of rage focused on the man.
"Look here asshole, if you don't get out of here I'm going to bash your face in with my fist. Do you understand?!"
The man ran down the street, not even looking back once at John as he did. John hurriedly got back inside his home and locked the door. "Goddamn asshole." He muttered to himself. He reached for his mug of coffee that he placed on a small plastic coffee table in front of him. He then proceeded to go to work. He headed for his house's basement where his lab was located.
"Look, John, I can't get the stuff from dealers. I have... some money that I owe them man. I'll pay them once I get my fix, I swear. Look just hook me up this one time and you'll never see me again, I promise." The man tried to reason with John but it wasn't going to work. He already owed somebody cash so it wasn't likely that he was going to pay up here too. There was also the subject that he owed a dealer. Whether it was one of one of John's friends or some of the gang's, it was bad either way. John needed to get rid of this guy and get rid of him fast. Normally, he would ask Raymond to take care of this situation but he didn't know if he was still asleep or making his rounds on the streets. John had all but himself.
"That's not how it works and you better keep you voice down in case somebody is listening." John said with a sharp tone, making it clear to the junkie that his patience was running out. "Now, you get the fuck away from here you get in real trouble. Is that understood?"
The man began to get down on his knees. He head pointed down at the concrete sideway. He's long, blonde, scruffy and grimy hair covered his face as he began to sob. "Just give me some crystal man and I'l be gone. Please man, I need it. I really need it."
"You seriously can't be giving me this shit right now." John muttered to himself. "Get out of here before now pal or else." He tried to warn the junkie one last time before he got really upset.
The other guy just knelled there in front of his door, his arms and faced pressed against the steel-framed door. "Just this one time man, I really need it. Please, I just need it."
At that moment, John snapped as he couldn't handle himself anymore. He unhinged all of the locks on his door and with all his might, he pushed it open. The man outside was thrown by the force and the poor sucker got a bloody wound on his left cheek because of it. John stepped outside with a look of utter anger as his eyes full of rage focused on the man.
"Look here asshole, if you don't get out of here I'm going to bash your face in with my fist. Do you understand?!"
The man ran down the street, not even looking back once at John as he did. John hurriedly got back inside his home and locked the door. "Goddamn asshole." He muttered to himself. He reached for his mug of coffee that he placed on a small plastic coffee table in front of him. He then proceeded to go to work. He headed for his house's basement where his lab was located.
By the way, since me and my partners are freelancing and since there are probably going to be 4 gangs battling for turf, what's going to happen to the small time drug maker and his friends?
Name: John "Lab Rat" Salsades
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Asian
Position: Illicit drugs/medication producer and supplier
Personality: John is somewhat paranoid and distrustful around strangers and he has every right to be. Being in his line of work, he has to take extreme precaution to avoid a trip downtown. He only sells he's wares to people he trust, like Raymond Skalter and Eros Arco, and he only conducts business when he is absolutely sure that nobody else is watching. He has his whole house and drug lab rigged with improvised explosive ready to bury the evidence if the cops come knocking(Which is really stupid seeing that he doesn't have any emergency exit if the cops do come or if something goes wrong). Constantly watching his back, John can't take it easy and relax for one second before being overly suspicious of something in his surrounding. This doesn't mean that John can't be reasonable, it just takes some time. John can also be civilized and act with class if he wants or needs to. Other than that, John is just your regular run of the mill, overly suspicious drug-lab operator.
Other:
Known "associates":
Raymond Skalter
Eros Arco
History: John Salsades is a third-generation Filipino-American born is Austin, Texas. He's dad worked as a corporate employee of some insurance firm and he's mom was a grade school science teacher. Growing up, John was one of those loner, "nerd" types who would have few friends, get good grades and get bullied from time to time. He went on to high school without changing. He stil was the shy guy who would have 3 friends and avoid social contact. All that changed in collage. As he entered his freshman year taking a degree in medicine, John found himself at one party after another. Life in collage was a strange mix of rigorous studies and ridiculous, over-the-top social activities. John barely survived his freshman year but he tried his best keep his grades up while partying like an animal. Things eventually became better as John entered his sophomore year as he was more able to handle his schedule. However John's life would go downhill during his junior year. Being the social animal he became during his time in collage, John had a little romantic episode with a lady named Cassie Gordon. During their rather sort relationship, another guy who was taking up political science in the same university started telling John to back off Cassie and even threatened him if he did not. Of course John called him out on this and one night they got into a drunken brawl about it. Also after a week after their relationship started, John and Cassie called it off and started their own separate ways. Of course shortly after their break up, Cassie was found dead in her apartment, she overdosed on cocaine and was never able to call for help. John's rival blamed this on John and still harbored hatred from beating him up on the streets, even though he started it. It turns out that the guy was very well connected and pulled every string he got to ruin John's life as possible. What they found out is that John was friends with a certain campus drug dealer who may have sold Cassie the coke she took. That was it but the guy and he's associates blew things way out of proportion and made it look like John wanted Cassie dead after the break up so he made her take way too much blow then she ought have took. John was arrested on charges but was never convicted by the court. He's name was so tarnished however that he was kicked out of his university and it was made clear that John would never be able to enter another education establishment for as long as he lived.
Enraged and depressed, John had no other choice but to accept his fate and do whatever he can to stay alive. He was forced to travel from one city to another, constantly changing jobs because he couldn't keep any stable ones. He was about to lose hope when he met a friend who told him about the growing need for narcotics in big cities. Of course he didn't now a single thing about making drugs. He started his way through the ladder by helping some of his friends grow marijuana in small apartments. He then started reading chemistry textbooks and searching the web on how to make more potent meds. It took him some time but he eventualy found out how to make meth, designer drugs, LSD and heroin. He went to Calson City, where he heard people where getting trouble getting a hold of their fix. He quickly set up shop and started producing stuff the regular dealers just couldn't find. This attracted a lot of attention from the cops but he was able to pay them off. Some of dealers got a little jealous about the new upstart and started "persuading him" to leave town. When John refused, he found himself having to duck drive-by's every so often. John then made deals with the cops, ratting out on the competition, thus earning his name "Lab rat". Ever since those days, John has been pumping out chems like a pharmaceutical factory with his small lab underneath his small house in the slums. He also rarely gets out of the house seeing as he could find himself with a rain of lead if he did. With all the chems he makes, John has quite a small fortune in dirty money that he couldn't launder all at once unless he wanted the feds kicking down his door. So John is stuck in the slum with a small vault full of cash, making drugs and is constantly in fear of being shot inside his own home.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Asian
Position: Illicit drugs/medication producer and supplier
Personality: John is somewhat paranoid and distrustful around strangers and he has every right to be. Being in his line of work, he has to take extreme precaution to avoid a trip downtown. He only sells he's wares to people he trust, like Raymond Skalter and Eros Arco, and he only conducts business when he is absolutely sure that nobody else is watching. He has his whole house and drug lab rigged with improvised explosive ready to bury the evidence if the cops come knocking(Which is really stupid seeing that he doesn't have any emergency exit if the cops do come or if something goes wrong). Constantly watching his back, John can't take it easy and relax for one second before being overly suspicious of something in his surrounding. This doesn't mean that John can't be reasonable, it just takes some time. John can also be civilized and act with class if he wants or needs to. Other than that, John is just your regular run of the mill, overly suspicious drug-lab operator.
Other:
Known "associates":
Raymond Skalter
Eros Arco
History: John Salsades is a third-generation Filipino-American born is Austin, Texas. He's dad worked as a corporate employee of some insurance firm and he's mom was a grade school science teacher. Growing up, John was one of those loner, "nerd" types who would have few friends, get good grades and get bullied from time to time. He went on to high school without changing. He stil was the shy guy who would have 3 friends and avoid social contact. All that changed in collage. As he entered his freshman year taking a degree in medicine, John found himself at one party after another. Life in collage was a strange mix of rigorous studies and ridiculous, over-the-top social activities. John barely survived his freshman year but he tried his best keep his grades up while partying like an animal. Things eventually became better as John entered his sophomore year as he was more able to handle his schedule. However John's life would go downhill during his junior year. Being the social animal he became during his time in collage, John had a little romantic episode with a lady named Cassie Gordon. During their rather sort relationship, another guy who was taking up political science in the same university started telling John to back off Cassie and even threatened him if he did not. Of course John called him out on this and one night they got into a drunken brawl about it. Also after a week after their relationship started, John and Cassie called it off and started their own separate ways. Of course shortly after their break up, Cassie was found dead in her apartment, she overdosed on cocaine and was never able to call for help. John's rival blamed this on John and still harbored hatred from beating him up on the streets, even though he started it. It turns out that the guy was very well connected and pulled every string he got to ruin John's life as possible. What they found out is that John was friends with a certain campus drug dealer who may have sold Cassie the coke she took. That was it but the guy and he's associates blew things way out of proportion and made it look like John wanted Cassie dead after the break up so he made her take way too much blow then she ought have took. John was arrested on charges but was never convicted by the court. He's name was so tarnished however that he was kicked out of his university and it was made clear that John would never be able to enter another education establishment for as long as he lived.
Enraged and depressed, John had no other choice but to accept his fate and do whatever he can to stay alive. He was forced to travel from one city to another, constantly changing jobs because he couldn't keep any stable ones. He was about to lose hope when he met a friend who told him about the growing need for narcotics in big cities. Of course he didn't now a single thing about making drugs. He started his way through the ladder by helping some of his friends grow marijuana in small apartments. He then started reading chemistry textbooks and searching the web on how to make more potent meds. It took him some time but he eventualy found out how to make meth, designer drugs, LSD and heroin. He went to Calson City, where he heard people where getting trouble getting a hold of their fix. He quickly set up shop and started producing stuff the regular dealers just couldn't find. This attracted a lot of attention from the cops but he was able to pay them off. Some of dealers got a little jealous about the new upstart and started "persuading him" to leave town. When John refused, he found himself having to duck drive-by's every so often. John then made deals with the cops, ratting out on the competition, thus earning his name "Lab rat". Ever since those days, John has been pumping out chems like a pharmaceutical factory with his small lab underneath his small house in the slums. He also rarely gets out of the house seeing as he could find himself with a rain of lead if he did. With all the chems he makes, John has quite a small fortune in dirty money that he couldn't launder all at once unless he wanted the feds kicking down his door. So John is stuck in the slum with a small vault full of cash, making drugs and is constantly in fear of being shot inside his own home.
Hey grothnor, just read your rp and I'm okay with Raymond living with rat lab.
Also, I have a quite a stash of money in a little safe in my cs. The money inside could be both our savings. What do you think?
Also, I have a quite a stash of money in a little safe in my cs. The money inside could be both our savings. What do you think?
Finally done with mine.
Hope it's okay.
Hope it's okay.
Grothnor said
Then let me oblige:Name: Raymond SkalterAge: 31Gender:MaleSexuality: StraightRace: CaucasianPosition: Muscle/Drug DealerPersonality: WIPOther: He's partners with John "Lab Rat" Salsades. other than that, WIPHistory: Ray lost his arm in the Army. He won't say where or how he lost it, but its most likely he lost it in the second Operation Enduring Freedom. (The rest is WIP)I'll crank out more info later, I need to take a break from RPing today.
Awesome, I really needed a guy on the streets. :D
On another note, I wonder if somebody is going to use a picture of Faye Valentine....
Sixx said
Eros could fill that role for you, if you like? That is, if you still don't have anyone else in mind.
Sure, that would be great.
Although John, my character, wouldn't approve on getting high on your own supply.
Damn, I need somebody to play the the drug dealer and loan shark character. Somebody like my partner in crime.
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