OOC: To Ant1Iv3 and Holy: We are waiting on you Read pg 6 and find out whats going on.

OOC: Alright, please keep OOC chat a a minimum, I want everybody to be able to read the latest posts without having to backtrack to another page.

OOC: I already told you, Im waiting on Evander to get up to date before I push things forward..

OOC: My mistake

OOC: Welcome back Ant1iv3, by the way, your name is hard to remember lol.

OOC: Sorry, I just saw the President of the United States yesterday, and today my mom wanted quality time, plus I have my RP to work on PLUS my mom doesn't wanna see me on this computer so I'll try to post tonight, but I don't know.

OOC: Didn't know there was such a young audience. Can someone write about me so I can jump back in.

OOC:This is me fastforwarding becuase I am lost. Lol

BIC: The Man In Blue





Marcus climbed onto a rail and found himself in a bad area of town. A newspaper about some secret place called the A.P.R( Atom Power Reactor) being overran by some mutants being worked on underground. Thinking it may be time to explore, Marcus picked up the paper and stuffed it into his satchel. News had also been going around about some fellas named Gauss Project. Sounded like some sort of deadly weapon manufactor.

Marcus pulled out his holodisk about some Mobster trying to whack him and tryed to listen closely for key places that he could find him at before the man got to him/ Mob buisness was not a very easy one in NYC, especially when trying to control places like Reuters and etc. A old car dealership was in site, Marcus took out his binocolaurs and tryed to get a better look at the old blown out structure. There was a few vehicles and salvage in site. Might become useful along the way. Alot of people were walking on this part of town today which was very strange. The armored bus doesn't even run anymore.

Marcus trotted down towards the building and looked at a rather nice looking bootlegger version of a motorcylce. Attaching a spark plug to the motor, a lound noise irradiated and caused what looked like a Ghoul to wander out of no where. He was wearing blue overalls and a strangish looking helmet. He claimed to be the owner of this rather old infrastructure and a worker of the APR. APR was not a place to be taken likely, word around is that they are working with the mob and supporting slaves.

Just when Marcus was getting acquainted a bullet wizzed past his ear and grazed his neck. He ducked into cover and tryed to seek out the source of the fire. Alot more ammo hit his hiding spot and now Marcus was in panic for real.

OOC: At this point...

Frank is going back to New Manhattan to report his failure. Alex has been injured and fixed up while an experimental tracking device attached by William(my character)while Ann, his wife is heavily injured and is being taken to New Manhattan with Evander following close behind. William and his girlfriend/companion(Sonia) with two other mercenaries are blocking the main road to New Manhattan to try and find information on where they might find an Ionized Plasma Lamp, the sole ingredient left for his project. But the plot device here is that this whole search for it isn't going to be the main plot, merely just a ploy to get all the characters together.

Dean had always hated going to New Manhattan, because it required him to take the ferry and he had always been susceptible to sea sickness. He threw up twice along the way and as he disembarked he hoped he would only ever have to catch that ferry one more time. Dean made his way down the road and noticed the vegetation here was a lot more sparse than that out over in Rabithead at least what was left of Rabithead. He continued along and saw a large group of people gathering outside the entrance to New Manhattan and some were even shouting angrily

What the hell is going on here?

He made his way over to the crowd and saw that a roadblock had been erected and people were being refused entry. Dean had no idea why it had been done then he saw a familiar face,o ne he had seen not to long ago in Rabithead.

"[censored]" he mumbled to himself.

OOC: :facepalm: I explicitly stated that we should wait for Ant1iv3. You guys taking steps forward ruins the timeline for everyone. With Dean reaching NM, it means Frank had to have reached already, although I didn't RP it out yet. Now look at everything Evander has to do, all the way from a night ago.. Jesus Christ, this is getting messy. There should be a rule that everyone goes in a rotation or something, if someone stays out too long, kick em. We can't all stall for one person.. Im taking a step forward so this thing stays in context.

BIC:

Frank Vercelotti

The boat-trip back to was a blur to Frank, as he had a bullet in his arm and was losing blood fast, upon arrival to New Manhattan, he went to the nearest clinic he could find and collapsed from pain and exhaustion. When he awoke, the sun was up, and he was feeling much better than before, although he had stitches were his wound was.

"That'll be a hundred caps" said a voice nearby, to which Frank turned, and noticed it was a doctor.

"Yea, sure thing, mack" Frank yawned, stretching and pulling his caps pouch out, paying the man. He then rose from the operation table he was lying on and made his way out the door, to report to the Don.

It wasn't a long walk, and Frank was feeling considerably refreshed after the events of the previous night. The sun was at it's highest, and a cool breeze could be felt in the air. The gray building passed him by as he moved along the broken road down to the New Manhattan Mafia building over in Evergreen.

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Frank made his way into the building and up the elevator into the Dons office once more. The Don was sitting behind his desk as usual, with the record player in the corner playing classical music as it always did.

"Frankie! You got some news for me?" he asked, leaning forward in his chair, looking at Frank eagerly.

"Yeah boss. The job's done" Frank replied.

"Very good Frankie! You keep working for me like this, I'll have you made in no time" the Don laughed, pleased with Frank, he then pushed a large sack of caps towards him. "A thousand caps, enjoy" he gestured at the sack.

"Th-Thank you, boss" Frank smiled, and kissed the Dons ring, before leaving with his earnings.

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"Frankie, boss wants to see you right now, he's pretty pissed!" Marty said, rushing into the bar where Frank was enjoying a whiskey.

"Not again" Frank frowned, downing the last of his drink and leaving the bar to see the boss.

It's only been a day since my last job, what could he want so fast? Frank wondered, smoking a cigarette along the way. The sun was on it's way down, and it was nearly evening on the streets of Evergreen.

Frank entered the building and went to the Dons office in his usual fashion but was greeted by the Don much differently.

"You [censored] rascal! You swine! You [censored] [censored]! You son of a [censored]! How dare you lie to me?!" The Don barked, the moment Frank entered the door, red with rage.

"D-Don, I don't know what you're talking about" Frank whimpered, truly confused.

"You lied to me! This [censored]-" he said throwing the picture of the target over "this [censored] isn't dead, I heard everything, what happened last night, two other guys messed it all up, she's not dead!" the Don continued. He wasn't the type to get angry often, but when he did, it was terrifying to all around him.

"I had no idea, boss" Frank said, looking down at his feet, like a little boy being scolded by his father.

The Don then raised from behind his desk and went around to look Frank directly in the eye. "I want her dead. Her, and her friends" he demanded. "And if it isn't done in 24 hours, Im putting a hit out on you" he threatened solemnly. "I've already paid you, do it now" he completed, pointing at the door.

Jesus Christ, she's alive Frank thought, as he left the building. Well, I have an assignment now, and I won't fail this time. he determined heading to his apartment.

OOC: [censored] jumped ahead of myself there, sorry guys I won't do it again

OOC: Christ guys, I have a life to take care of. I also have obligations to this. I don't want to leave, and I do want to work on this, but between what my mom is making me do, what my mom doesn't want me to do, what i have to do, and what I want to do, things are pretty tough. If you just giveme some more time, I can post tonight but it will be harder than before because I have to catch up to a night's worth of intime writing.

OOC: You're not the only one bud. We're all managing fine. I have a pretty tough schedule, I have school, then come home and eat lunch, then do homework, then go to the gym, then come home and eat dinner. You don't see me whining, do you?

OOC: I thought that this thing was on hold? Arrg, I come back from school and things have gone to hell in a hogcart. PLEASE wait for Ant1Iv3 to post BEFORE continueing. From now on, if you dont post in about a day and a half, we will continue, this rp is getting to big to fast to stall.

Once Ant1iv3 posts, I will post how the mafia found out that Ann is still alive. Capiche?

OOC: I can't post for about three days because of a real life project with a couple friends and a LOT of engineering. But I can always find some time at night.

OOC: Thanks for tellling me.

OOC: Yeah, my grades are slipping and I am banned from this computer unless its work related. You can just suspend or kick me from the RP, I don't care anymore.

OOC: Well, that svcks.. two main characters are down and out.. Alex, if you want to move this forward, you could I guess RP that Evander fell unconscious during the explosion, and you put him in a rest-house in Rabithead. While he recovers, you and Ann do whatever it is you wanted to do. I think it's a decent start point incase Ant1iv3 comes back, he can RP his waking up easily, say everything was a blur, and just continue on his way. I don't know about DarkZerker though, you're gonna have to come up with his story on your own until he's back.

Alex, you're next in line to post, post away.

Well I'm not out. It's just a bit of a slower time for replies.

OOC: @ Holy Ass, (lol) For future reference, try not to controll the other characters. I'm reading on of your older posts and hopefully this is no longer the case but this: "Seeing the shop-keeper flare up made him shoot him as-well, but in the hand," is controlling. You're making me flare-up when Evander in fact would not have.

In addition, you guys don't need to do it but it would be nice if y'all redo the whole standoff/explosion scene because it was hard to read for me. If you read it over you'll probably see where you messed up at.

@ Alex man "Evander following close by..." this is control, but good control thankfully.

OOC:@Ant14423123212.213323 Sorry about that, well, at the time I was thinking he would've atleast reacted somehow, if not flare up, flinch, or twitch, something. You cant just stand still when the person next to you got shot at. I was at a loss for words, so I just threw in "flare-up". It doesn't matter all that much anyway, It's a minor thing..

OOc: Why of course it is, just trying to help for when you guys get into the official RP's run by men like Venix. Also, all these OOC's are cluttering the thread, which is a major problem for heavy RPers. We'll try to message our communications and only OOC when its relevant to the whole RP cast.

OOC: I do not want this rp locked,

BIC: (This is how your boss found out Ann is alive.)

Alex was carrying Ann as he entered the city. Alex rushed as fast as he could. Comon, where is the [censored]in hospital? "Excuse me sir, where is the hospital?" Alex asked an old man.

"Ahh, right down this ol' street." The man said with a spit coming out of his mouth. "Say it, don't [censored]in spray it! Thanks anyways."

Alex saw many people staring at him as he was carrying Ann. What the? Have they never seen an injured woman before?

Alex saw the sign for the hospital, as he entered he did not notice a small message right below the main print.

ALL PATIENTS RECORDS ARE
SUBMITTED TO THE MAFIA.

"Hello, welcome to the hospital." Alex did not have time for antics. "GET ME ALL THE [censored]IN ER! EVERYTHING!!!"

"Whats the patient's name?"

"Ann Scalatti! Now let her through!"

"Right this way."

As Alex droped the medical records on the desk, a mafia messanger picked the records up. He was going to take it to the Don.

OOC: Okay, even though I can't really be on the computer now and I have school and work and and two extracurricular programs and an after-school program I had some time to read and catch up. Here we go

@ Holy, read one of the posts where you called me a whiner, you're not a nice guy. Its all good tho.


Evander Jamison

BIC: The bullet came first, then came the pain as Evander dropped his weapon and clutched his palm where skin once was. It hurt like [censored]. Soon, he was on the ground, not sure what exactly was going on or what he should be doing. To his left Alex was also grounded, but still pissed off. The gunman who shot both of them had took off running, along with about five townsfolk, the rest were scattered about panicking and causing more raucous. Alex then began to crawl to the house. Evander called out to him, asked him to stop and give up on her, but he kept going. He didn't pass out until a gas tank in the side of the house was punctured by a stray bullet, and the house exploded, but not before Alex escaped out, clutching in his arms a slender figure.

When he came to, his hand was wrapped and stitched, but still sore. Regardless of the pain though, he still commenced holding his assault rifle in both hands, he didn't take chances. Soon, he was up and walking away, following the lead of Alex and his mistress Ann. She did look back on the way out of Rabithead, and once her eyes spotted him they widened and she hurriedly turned back to her man, which humored him.

* * *

The oat ride was somewhat peaceful, which Evander needed because the past hour or so was pure chaos. He rested ut on the dock and watched the brownish blue water drift by, imagining what it would be like actually serving justice like he wanted to. Pat way through the boat ride though, he felt a new pain form a place that shouldn't have hurt. Once he felt it he noticed that he had stiched on his back even though that wasn't where he got shot.

What the hell is this?What the hell happened to me?

It scared him slightly that this anomaly was now upon him, and his fear turned to suspicious aggravation. This wasn't what he signed up for, and he didn't want any pat of it anymore. The damsel was no longer in distress and his good deed was done. Once the boat docked and Alex and and undocked he had made up his mind to sever their ties, at least until he found out what the hell was inside of him, but ahead of him was a group of people with guns larger and more numerous than his. More urgently, they were all looking at him. Evander pegged two of them as the scientist at Rabithead the previous night. Shortly, he added two and two together and as that happened, it dawned on him that the same person was the reson for the stiched on his back. at this his face twisted and contorted from confusion to anger.

"What the [censored] did you do to me?!" His gun was pointed directly at the scientist/doctor, and his trigger finger was ready.