OOC: I will stop editing after posted, I did not edidt this post though, I followed what you said in your last post.

BIC:

Alex tried to escape from the chair but his hands were bound way to tight. "Have you gangsters ever thought of putting a [censored] widow in here? Alex said as he laughed.

Alex could feel the sweat on his brow. It had to be at least 90 Degrees in here.

Alex then frowned "Oh yeah, you asked a question" Alex wiped his forehead. "I refuse to tell you where Ann is, you already know too much."

OOC: Alright this is getting out of hand. Pick a path to go on, and stick to it. Going back and editing is getting irritating. If you're not sure, just re-read the post over and over before clicking the "post" button. Everytime you edit, I have to go back and edit as-well.

OOC: I did not edit my last post.

Frank twirled the pistol in his hand and hit the man right in the left temple.

That oughta knock him back into his senses Frank smiled to himself.

"I musta hit you pretty hard huh?" Frank asked, chuckling. "Put a window in a basemant?" he continued chuckling maniacally.

When he recomposed himself, he was absolutely furious. Gritting his teeth, he pressed the gun to his groin, with double the pressure he did to the knee.

"You love her don't ya? I bet you still [censored] her face-to-face." he remarked, pressing the gun even deeper. "*I* decide when I know too much. You understand that?!" he yelled, completely enraged, at the fact that the man wasn't cooperating, rarely did someone do this to Frank, and he wasn't used to it happening. Taking a deep breath, he calmed down, but only slightly.

"Now Im gonna ask one last time, before I lose it, and pull the trigger" Frank said finally, in a much more mild tone. "Tell me where Ann is, right now" he asked, still pressing the gun just as hard as ever.

OOC: Nice post. Almost had me cringing it lol.

Alex was shocked. If I dont tell him anything, I will lose my groin.

Alex relented. "Are you mad cause' you didnt get your way?" Alex said in a babyish tone. Alex knew that one wrong move could make him lose his temple or worse.

"Fine," Alex was now sobbing slightly. "She went to see her family in Rabithead, beyond that, I dont know anything." Alex looked down. "What are you going to do to her, I mean, you did all this to me to get her." Alex now stiffened up "What are you going to do to her?"

Frank thought to himself; If I tell this guy the truth, he's gonna go ballistic. But he's gonna find out she's dead sooner or later, and when he does, he's gonna know it was me anyway. he decided to let him know.

"I don't know if you know about the New Manhattan Mafia, used to be called the Malone Family, but then we took over everything." Frank explained, picking his clothes back up, and putting them on, after stomping out his cigarette. "Don Malone wanted someone dead. That someone happened to be your wife. Im the man for the job." Frank continued, in a matter-of-fact tone. "Im sorry, it's just business" Frank concluded, adjusting his coat, and putting on that trademark smug grin of his.

He then called the goons back into the room.

"Untie this man, and clean him up, he's all bloody, we can't let him out into the open like this" he ordered. "Escort him to his residence." he said to all of them. "Remember the address, we may need to find him again." Frank whispered into one of the mens ear.

Frank then exited the room, went up the stairs and exited the safe-house, walking in his smooth swagger, and winked at an attractive lady that passed by him, while he started his journey over to Rabithead.

OOC: How do you like the way things are going? What to do next? Should I just go, show up and kill her, or do you have something else planned? Maybe I could kill her, and you come back for revenge or something, how does that sound? Or maybe you can escape from my men somehow, and follow me over to Rabithead to prevent me from killing her.

OOC: Erm, Evander was supposed to rescue me from your clutches. Wait until Evander posts his post then we will continue. Personally, I don't want Ann to die but I can be flexible".

BIC:

Alex's faced turned white. "YOU [censored]!! COME BACK HERE!!!!!!!!" The mafia goons put a bag on his head but did not punch him unconsious.

Alex started sobbing and flaing like a mad man. "Ann, oh Ann...." What did you do? The mafia goons tried to restrain him but were not able to. Alex appeared weak but was actually somewhat strong.

Everything flashed back in his mind, all his memories with Ann, he did want to let her go. The mafia men then grew tired. They punched and kicked him and he fell unconcious.

OOC: Called Evander not Evandir, and I have school and extracarricular activities which is why I post so rarely. I guess you guys are homeschooled. Just give me about 10 minutes to get situated at my house.

OOC: No, I am not homeschooled. My school starts early at 8:00AM and ends at 2:45 PM. (EST.) I get home, do my own crap until 4:00 PM, do homework, then do all the crap I want.

OOC: You got it good. Lucky you. Guys, work on character development too. I saw your characters switching emotions too quickly. Especially you, Holy Assassin. A mafia member for as long as your character wouldn't get angry with refusal that easily (only one minute real time). But great job guys so far.

Evander knew from his past that they would be in the basemant, he'd infiltrated too many places in his time. More than he'd wanted too...

Soon he was a door away from the interrogation. He could tell the sound of steel smashing against bone, and knew the guy had a gun. Another thing that he could tell, was that the guy with the gun was the same guy from the store. The smooth guy who wanted the clips.

Ahhhh damn, the world is crazy nowadays, he thought.

Before long he heard sounds from the stairway directly in front of the door, so he ran forward past the stairway to the closet close by. When he heard the door close and the footsteps stop he slowly and quietly opened the door. Once it was open, he reached for the .32 at the small of the mans back, where most goons stuff their weapons. He knew since it only had six bullets that he would put three in two goons and take the other out via hand-to-hand combat. He grabbed the weapon, smashed it against the mans head, and then kicked him forward into the other two. One fell, and was dispatched with three to the torso. The other stumbled while reaching for his weapon. By the time he finally aimed, three were at him, one in his neck. One was dead, one dying, and the last was damn near unconscious.

He stepped over the bodies to the bandaged man.

"You just bought a [censored] gun from me and you still manage to get yourself f*cked up." Evander said wile unwinding the ropes. He noted the bruises an gashes on his face, slightly concerned if he would be able to fire a weapon.

"Are you able enough to not shoot me, or should I keep the gun?"

OOC: That was one minute real time? Lol.

BIC:

Alex regained his sences. "You should keep the gun." Alex was bloody all over. He had bruises and gashes all over his face and his suit was dark red from the blood. The mafia goons were not that good with bandages. Alex tried to stand up but he could not, there was to much pain.

Alex grabbed the wall and stood himself up. Where is my Fedora? Alex stumbled towards the center of the room. There it is, he thought as he put his fedora on his head.

Then Alex regained his sences. Ann...

"You! You have to help me! That goon is going to kill my wife!!" Alex yelled franticly as he rushed over to his rescuer.

Dean started up the long road that ran right through Rabithead, He was greeted with the odd nod of the head or occasionally someone would give a quick wave. He was known for his loner nature so people didn't like to bother him much and Dean liked it that way as well. He made his way round the final bend and his old two room shack was in sight when he heard someone yell...

"Oi Dean! Get your scaly ass over hear you old bat and come enjoy a beer"

It was Kenny Coltant, Dean's oldest and only remaining friend (well who he was proud to call a friend)

"Kenny that you? Didn't recognise ya behind that butt ugly face, thought someone attractive was sitting there"

Dean wandered over to the drum barrel fire where Kenny was sitting and took a seat next to him. He rested his rifle against the old trailer Kenny used for a home and placed his pack beside his feet before helping himself to a beer.

"So did ya get anything good out there today? or was rubbish like a couple days ago when we went out?" Kenny Questioned.

"Got about four geckoes and their skins, then as I was making ma way back got attacked by a bloody molerat so killed it and took its teeth, shame I wasn't able to get the meat though would have been good to make jerkey out of." Dean let out a sigh before taking a sip from his beer, he stared into the fire as Kenny leaned over into his cooler taking out another one for himself.

"Geckoes hey? Feisty lil' buggers they are, skins are valuable though, might wanna take em' over to the trade post, see what they'll give ya for em'"

"I was thinkin' of takin' em' into the city and getting me something nice, or you a nice casket"

The two men let out a spout of racous laughter and a few of the passers by turned their heads to see what the commotion was.

"Keep to ya own business" Kenny called in a calm tone. "Oh right the city, that reminds me. Your boy stopped by a couple hours ago and...."

Dean immediately turned to Kenny and interrupted "Ma boy? What the hell he want? He ain't spoken to me in 10 years, why's he startin' now?"

Kenny stumbled a bit but quickly regained his place "Well he didn't tell me exactly he just left me this letter and...."

Dean snatched the letter from Kenny's hand and began to read

Hey Pa, it's been awhile but i've got some huge news to tell you, it's really important. I'll meet you at this place called CAPone. Please come i'll explain everything when you get here

"Well Kenny it's been good but it looks like I got a reason to go to the city afterall, i'll see y'all real soon." With that Dean snatched up his Rifle and pack, slung them over his shoulders and made a quick pace for the city.

OOC:



Not all of us live in the same region of Earth. Just because you're in school, doesn't mean everyone else in the world is too. Open you're mind up kid, this is international grounds here.



It was more like half an hour, he sat through an entire cigarette. Plus, his character is the kind who doesn't take refusal well, and gets pretty cranky. Also, he hasn't been in the Mafia that long. As I said multiple times even to your character, he isn't a made man yet. I guess I could work on transitions more, but his emotions were exactly how I want them to be.

BIC:

Frank continued walking along the road in Evergreen.

I better get myself together before I go to ice that broad. Frank thought to himself, taking a look at the picture of the woman once more. She's pretty, that poor bastard back there is gonna miss her he thought, grinning, and continued walking for Rabithead.

OOC: I don't know how long this is going to take, and wether or not Im going to be intercepted along the way. Should I get intercepted, or just get to the house before that?

OOC: @Holy Assassin I respectfully challenge you to open your mind as well. I understand that people live in different areas of the world, just like Iain MC, who's in Scotland. He opened my eyes a long time ago. I understand that you guys may or may not be in different timezones, but I want you to understand that regardless of that you guys were posting up a storm. That led me to the option of homeschooling because there is a poster in these forums who posts frequently and claims he does the same thing. Regardless of timezone the fact that you guys may or may not have jobs/school makes it incredible that you can post so much.

And to answer our question, it depends on how long it takes for you to leave New Manhattan to wherever your going.

BIC:

"Okay, I'll keep the gun, you follow. We're going back to my shop, you aren't in shape to fight."

They slowly traversed the empty streets until they reached Evander's shop. He walked with the man upstairs to his apartment.

"Get yourself cleaned up." Evander said as he went to the closet and grabbed some extra clothes for the man.

"Tonight, we figure out what to do. What's your name?"

OOC: Dude, take a chillaxative, posting takes like five minutes. I honestly don't see what the problem with posting is, are we supposed to take turns or something? Are supposed to wait until everyone posts once before progressing? I already told you, Im new to RP, it's my first one ever. If I don't know the rules, just tell me, and I'll adapt. No need to get all worked up.

Also, I would imagine the trip to take maybe a couple of hours. You said you would wait for night until you make a move, Im guessing it's around sundown right now.

BIC:

Frank lit another cigarette and smoked it slowly while walking along the road leading from Evergreen to Rabithead. The sun was lowering now, and dusk was approaching.

It'll be dark when I reach Frank thought, taking a puff of his cigarette, and walking briskly. I work best in the dark. he smiled to himself. An hour passed, and now the sun was all the way down, Frank could hear the chirping of crickets, as he walked along a broken road now surrounded by dense forests, on his way to the little hunting town. He pushed his hands deeper into his pockets and walked along, smoking one cigarette after the other in attempt to keep him warm in the cold east-coast night.

"This is the job. This is the job. This is the job." he kept repeating to himself. Maybe after this one, I'll even get made. I need that. Maybe then, I can get a better position, a more peaceful one, where I don't have to do this anymore. Maybe even settle down, and have a family. he thought to himself sweetly. On the inside, Frank despised his position, but always justified it by the fact that it was all he knew, and he needed the money.

It's just business.

OOC: My char is in New Manhattan, and your on your way. Maybe you could get sidetracked along the way and we catch up to you in Rabithead. Even though you knew that Ann is in Rabithead, you do not know which house, that could take some time.

BIC:

Alex exited the bathroom with his new clothes. He looked up to the man. "My name is Alexander Scallati, just call me Alex though. "Nice place you got here."

Alex took a deep breath as he was very nervous. He just informed a mafia goon where his wife was. I shoulda just let him kill me. Alex shook in nervousity.

"Wait, I know you just rescued me, but I need your help. You see, the mafia wants to ice my wife, she is in Rabithead. Please, I will pay you with anything I have, just please help me."

Alex looked up and sighed. He hoped the other man would help.

OOC: Yea, my character would have to ask around town first. Sounds like a plan, I'll go there, you reach in time to the house since you know where it is, by the time you've arrived, I would have found out where it is. We can then, perhaps get into an agreement, perhaps I kill the wife and you come after me for revenge, or perhaps its the end of Frank. I don't mind my character being killed off. But we'll decide when that time comes, I won't post until you guys have developed your story and are on the road to Rabithead.

That sounds great. I get to Ann's parent's house. I tell her to escape with me. Maybe you are crouched up with a sniper on a high building, you see us leaving, you take a shot and hit me or her. That is just a suggestion though. I dont want anyone to die but if its your choice that Frank dies then go ahead.

Hmm.. I was already on the way, I can't go all the way back to get my sniper from my apartment. I think it's best for me to see you guys walk into the house, and listen in on you talking. When you're coming out, I take a couple shots. I would rather an NPC than an actual character, but if you don't want her dead, I don't mind dying at all.

I can be flexible, I dont mind her dying.

We'll see what Ant1iv3 has to think about it. After he comes back online in about twelve years.

That was funny, but try to be civil. I do not want this thread to be locked.

I think he can take a joke.

OOC: Chivalry isn't necessary, I can take joke. All my friends are a**holes anyway. And although it may have come off like it, I wasn't upset in my last post, not in the slightest. I'm just really blunt about things, sorry. And sorry if I get home at 5:00 and this site is blocked at school. I'll post in a bit.

Oh yeah, and you guys are doing a great job with moving the plot. I'm down with it, my role is more supportive, because you guys are the noobs.

Evander Jamison

Evander knew the deal. He saw the picture slip out of Alex's pocket, and he saw the look of recognition on the other man's face when HE saw it. It didn't take a Brotherhood Scribe to figure it all out. He also knew what it felt like to only have one choice, and to be stuck in a system where you were your own fugitive.

He heaved a sigh, then turned to Alex. "Yeah I'll help you, but I don't want any bloodshed. I want to see if things can be talked through if possible. And I know civilness is hard for you right now, but if we find your wife before he does, then maybe we can talk it out. If not--"

He loaded his rifle and looked at him.

"Let's head downstairs and get armored up, unless you need some rest."