OOC: lol

BIC:

Alex shook his head. "We need to get moving right now, I dont need any rest." Alex knew his mind that rest was probably the best idea. Every bit of my body is hurting like hell.

"I'm a civil man." Alex said in a slightly sharp tone. "However, no one [censored]s with my family."

Alex walked down the stairs into the armory. Damn, this place has so many guns. Alex turned to the other man. "By the way, thanks.... and while I'm at it, whats your name?"

"Evander, its on the door. Take what you want, but more than one weapon and your paying. Oh, and no good guns, can't risk losing them or the ammo."

Evander himself grabbed the Chinese Assault Rifle and a frag, with an extra Combat Knife.

"All set?"

Alex looked around the armory. No good guns? Every single damn weapon in this place is good.

Alex looked around and saw the perfect weapon. He reached over and picked up a 10 MM sub-machine gun. I like small weapons.

"Well Evander, I think were set," Alex said as he reloaded the gun.

Alex opened the door into the sunset.

The main road took a while to get to as they had to walk around Central Square to avoid extra attention. Evander especially, didn't want his daughter to see him with so many...affects. After a while though, the pair made it to Rabbithead Road, and they stayed on the path until they reached the sign marked: NOW LEAVING NEW MANHATTAN, after which time he asked Alex an important question.

"The hell we going Alex? I don't know exactly where she is, the first building on the right?"

Evander looked around him out at the dark night. The dirt and grass were now different shades of blue, and couldn't train his eyes on any unknown silhouettes, so they were safe for the moment. But only for the moment.

It was a very dark night. The area around New Manhattan was dark and dingy because sunlight almost never made it through the tall skyscraqers. Theres the gate

Alex showed the guard his passport who then waved the gate open. "Alright, umm, becareful out there, mutants, slavers and all, the boat will take you as far as Jersey."

Alex lit a ciggarette to calm himself. "Alright, thanks." As they boarded the boat, Alex answered. "We are headed for Rabithead."

The boat was not that packed. The boat let out a horn and was off. Holy crap, look at the statue of Liberty. The statue of Liberty was now a slaver operation called Liberty Lost. They funded and "protected" New Manhattan.

After about a 30 minute boat ride, they were in Jersey. The boatman waved as Evander and Alex walked towards Rabithead. "Stay safe!"

Alex turned, "damn, it will take another 15 minutes to reach Rabithead. After we enter the town, the building her parents are in is the first one to the right."

OOC: I didn't know there was a boat trip involved sorry. I guess I'll fit it into this next post. Also, automatic weaponry guys? Really? What is this, Vietnam? You're going after one mob goon, not an army. Seriously though, a pistol would've sufficed. To deal with all the extra fire-power you guys brought along, I hope you don't mind me RP-ing that there were a few mobsters doing a job in Rabithead already and I asked them to help me out incase of complications. Another thing Ant1iv3, I don't know if you just staying in-character or not, but the word is "civility". I don't think "civilness" is even a word. If your character is a jar-head ex-soldier who wouldn't know better, I guess it makes sense though. Another thing, I noticed you write your characters name in green before posting, are we all supposed to do that? I'll do it, just in-case.

Frank Vercelotti

BIC:

Frank took a step off the boat from New Manhattan, and onto the docks of Jersey, leading to Rabithead.

Christ, this place smells like a [censored]-hole. he winced. Better get moving though he thought, adjusting his suit, and continuing on the path to Rabithead.

Not more than fifteen minutes later had he arrived, standing right in the center of the town. It was a damp sort of place, each building was built like a cabin, entirely of wood. He started for one of the bigger buildings, lit by lanterns as night had fallen. Frank entered the building to discover it was the local bar, filled with people of various sorts, most looking like hunters back from a hard days work, some drinking, and some talking loudly with their friends.

Damn, Im overdressed. Frank grinned to himself, blushing slightly, he then noticed a young lady behind the counter, and immediately saw opportunity. He slicked his hair back, and brushed his suit down, approaching the woman with a confident smile.

"Hey there beautiful, what's a nice girl like you doing in a dump like this?" Frank asked, winking.

"Oh, well, I work here" she blushed, looking down and smiling.

"Boy, the Lord broke the mold when he made you, that's for sure" he flirted, employing his charm and wearing his trademark smile.

At this, she simply giggled, and continued blushing. She seemed like a simple country girl, who probably never received such attention from such a dashing man in a fine suit, from the city. Frank knew this, and took advantage of it, shamelessly.

"Say, I could use you're help, gorgeous" Frank said, pulling the picture of his target out of his pocket. "This broad here, she ain't nearly as pretty as you" he winked "But I need to know where she is" he completed.

"Why, I know her, she's the daughter of.. umm" she stuttered. "I forgot their name, but I know they live in the first house to the right of the road when you enter Rabithead" she said, twaddling her fingers, hoping to impress the sharp looking man with this information.

"Thanks a lot, babe" Frank smiled, throwing her a tip, and turning to leave the bar smoothly, the girl simply sighed, watching him stroll away like that. That's when Frank noticed something; there were two men is suits just like his sitting at one of the tables, chatting with each other.

"You boys New Manhattan Mafia?" he asked, approaching them.

"Who wants to know?" one of the men asked, staring Frank right in the eye.

"Relax, boss hired me to do a number on this broad" he replied, showing them the photo. "I might need back-up, in case of..complications" he concluded.

Both the men looked at each other momentarily, and nodded. "Sure, we'll back you up" they both agreed.

"Sweet" Frank smiled, and left the bar, with both men behind him, heading for the house with the target inside it. As they approached, Frank noticed it was made of wood, just like all the others. This gave him an idea.

Why not just torch the place? he thought, but immediately dismissed the idea. It'll draw too much attention, the wood is damp, the target is the woman, not her parents he decided not to burn the house down.

"Alright, you two wait out here. Let no one in" Frank instructed the two men, heading directly for the porch.

OOC: Im sorry, I know this post is [censored] long, but my character has the most action in this scene, you guys know the place, so all you have to do is show up. Once again, sorry for the wall of text.

OOC: IDK what this "civilness" crap is about, but naw you don't need to post the name, its just helpful eye candy. Nice long post, and I only take the guns cuz its my stuff, which I like having on me. I actually was only planning on using the stuff like that on OTHER ENEMIES. There are raider groups, mirelurks and other things that we have to consider. That's why I'm so suited up, and I was actually not planning on wasting bullets on you.

Also the boat thing surprised me as well, or I wouldn't have strapped up.

OOC: Im not heading in, you two should stop me before it, because If I do, there won't be any reason to not simply shoot the woman and be done with it. Intercept me now.

OOC: Alright, umm, I will start this thing off. I just entered the town. Ill rp that we fought enemies on the way.


BIC:

As Alex entered the town, he noticed that he was almost out of ammo, Damn mutants. The town was dark and made out of wood. It felt more like a pre-war camp sight that a town. Damn, I am way to overdressed.

Alex knew his way around Rabithead, as he lived there for the first year of his marrige to Ann. First one to the right. Alex motioned Evander to follow him. As he neared the house, he noticed a couple of men on the porch. As Alex creeped foward he saw that they were in suits.

The mafia..

"ANN!!!!!!!!!," Alex yelled at the top of his voice. Just after, the goons looked straight at him. Alex cocked his rifle. "Get ready to play [censored]s."

Frank Vercelotti

Frank's ears pricked when he heard a shout in the distance. He then turned around swiftly, pulling his gun out and aiming directly at the source of the noise. Frank simply stared in astonishment.

It's that guy with the picture! Frank thought, utterly dumbstruck. And he's with the guy from the shop! Frank widened his gaze, but kept his cool, pointing his gun directly between the eyes of the beaten man, his cronies aiming theirs at the shopkeeper.

"You're outnumbered, go home." Frank suggested. "And you, shop-guy, I thought we had something going on? What about the protection we agreed to?" he asked, shifting his pistol, aiming at the shop keeper while his men switched their aim to the other man. "You got no stake in this, it ain't your business. You don't wanna mess with the New Manhattan Mafia" he concluded, forehead lined with sweat from the tension.

Evander Jamison

Evander had really gotten himself in quite a predicament. There he was standing next to a tree in Rabbithead, New Jersey, about to harm, maybe even kill for someone else. He rose from his crouching position and allowed his 10mm pistol to hang by his finger. For the moment, he was taking the passive route.

"I don't want to shoot anyone." He said with both hand in the air. "I want everybody to be able to walk out of here. However, I suggest you don't go through that door." He pointed to the house with his empty hand, which drew both the goons attentions and their weapons to him. "Because although I wouldn't want to, I'd kill you before I let you kill her. So why don't we all drop our guns and walk away from this."

Evander then turned and nodded to Alex, guns still in both their hands, the choice was his to make. Drop or shoot.

Alex gritted his teeth. "[censored] you goon, I have all the right in the world to mess you." Alex steped up onto the deck. How can I get inside? Alex thought.

The mafia goons looked alot tougher close up. They were at least three heads taller than Alex, who was 5/8. He knew that he would get crushed in a hand to hand. I wont let Ann down

"Yippe kay ye [censored]s."

Right as Alex took out his trench knife, the door opened. "Who's there?" A young woman said as she opened the door. "Alex? What are you doing here? And who are these people on my porch?"

"Ann, I suggest you re-enter the house."

"Why?"

"In case you haven't noticed Ann, these goons want to ice you."

Ann rushed back inside and locked the door.

OOC: Mom said I can't be on computer. I request this be on hold till later, prob tomorrow.

Dean was just about to exit the Town when he heard a commotion nearby. He looked over at the source of the noise and noticed two men yelling at three sharply dressed men.

What the hell? out of towners causing trouble, not on my watch

Dean made his way over to the group of Men.

"Oi you lot!" he yelled

As he neared the house, Dean Cautiously looked them over and noticed the two off the porch were armed with automatic weaponary and the one that was battered and brusied had his weapon drawn, while all three on the porch had their pistols aimed at him and his companion. It was to late to back down now however, he had already made his presence known.

"I suggest y'all use words not bullets to solve this dispute, I don't like blood being spilt in my town, 'specially that of city folk. Gives us a bad name ya see." he spoke with force.

He looked them over while waiting for their response.

edit: OOC: sorry Ant1iv3 I wsa in the middle of typing this when you made your response and didn't see it

OOC: After this post, this thing is on hold. (To billybob, I know you char is not a tribal but since my char is very high in society, he considers your char to be a tribal.)

BIC:

Alex was nervous. One wrong move could spell disaster. Ann, hide. The mafia goons were very muscular. Alex estimated that one punch could knock him out, or worse.

Something got Alex's attention. Oh [censored], a tribal

Alex turned to the mafia goons who were quite annoyed, "Gimme a second." They nodded.

Alex turned around. "Shut up Tribal!! This is life and death here!" Go away, unless you want to get shot!"

Alex made sure he spoke with extra force, since tribals were almost always dum.

Alex tipped his fedora. "Now, back to buisness you [censored]in mafia."

OOC: Feel free to post, just don't advance the plot too much.

Evander Jamison

"As you can see sir, my gun is not trained on anyone." Evander turned his body so the newcomer could see the gun teetering back and forth on his index finger. "They," He gripped the weapon by the butt and allowed his arm to fling out towards the three other men.

"They want to kill somebody, and that's not good. I am an ex-Brotherhood member, and I suggest you leave unless yougot some firepower because things might get bloody."

He looked up at the house, and through the draqes on the second floor he could make out the faint sihlouette of a woman. Holding that woman was another larger woman, and they were both rocking, and if he tried hard enough, he could hear the silent sobs of both. This angered him, slighty. His gun was now actually pointed at someone now, the supposed leader of the trio.

"I told you before I don't to have to use this so I'll give you one more chance to walk away."

Frank Vercelotti

Frank gritting his teeth, and thought hard for a moment. It's three on three, Im the best in the business. I can do this. he thought. Why the [censored] are these [censored]s messing with me? It's my business, not theirs.

He noticed a crowd gather around them from all the commotion, and a local stepped forward to intervene.

Lowering his gun, he began pacing back and forth, slightly irked. "Listen everybody" he started, waving his arms, but still holding his pistol "I gotta job to do, alright?" he explained. "You there, he pointed his gun to the shopkeeper. "You gotta job, right? Am I stopping you?" he asked. "And you" he pointed at the newcomer. "You got a job too right? Im not stopping either of you, so why are you stopping me?" he asked, then aimed his gun directly at the man who's wife Frank intended on killing. "Listen buddy, I don't want to have to kill two people today. If I die here, by the hand of anyone here, I guarantee you, my men will find you, and kill you, as-well as your families." At this last comment, he noticed the shop-keeper flinch slightly.

Maybe he has a family, I can use that to get rid of him.

"You, umm.. Evander, was it? From the shop? Listen, you got a wife? Kids? You want to see them again? How do you think they'd feel seeing your body lying in a pool of your own blood? Think about it" he urged, hoping to strike a nerve, and send the man on his way somehow.

Evander Jamison

Evander noticed there was a small crowd gathering, just what he didn't want. The shopkeeper, as well as the rest of the group were watching the three nicely dressed men. The leader was now getting angry, and emoions could be a powerful thing to have behind the barrel of a weapon. Evander had to act quickly, and with percision. The gun that was now in his hand drifted to one of the gons closer to him, and he fired twice. As the goon was falling his navigated his aim to the other goon and shot thrice, crippling him. After they were both down he crouched behind the bare poplar tree next to him, weapon still pointed at the final leader. He knew the reactions of the townsfolk would be extreme so he removed the BoS holotag from around his neck.

"It's okay, I am a trained professional. These men want to kill an innocent woman." He waved the holotags, allowing the stainless steel to glint in the mooonlight.

"You see, you made me do somthing I didn't want to do. I said I didn't want bloodshed. Those men aren't dead, and I don't want to have to finish the job."

He now had the gun aimed at the final collaborator. "Do you even know why you're doing this. What is the justification? Did your boss tell you? Is that all? Don't do this, man. You're to young to lose your life for a quick buck."

THen Evander did something gutsy. He sat the weapon down and rose both hands in the air.

"Just walk away."

OOC: This is getting good! Ann is looking from the top window by the way. Maybe you should pop me in the stomach or something. Or, you could shoot at the window and hit Ann, either way, I do not mind.

BIC

Alex gritted his teeth. He's right, If I kill him, the mafia will kill me eventually," Alex however, was not about to relent. "I would rather die protecting Ann than to be a coward and run. If I kill you, i'll just run far far away." Then, Evander said something that roused the crowd.

The crowd started to get angry. "How dare you kill an innocent woman!" "Yeah!" The crowd was getting fired up. Alex turned to see Evander droped his gun. Wait, thats it!

Alex turned around "You see, they are the bad ones," Alex said proudly as he dropped his gun. The crowd was roused even more.

The mafia goon looked shocked at the turn of events. It was only a matter of time before the crowd attacked. Alex hoped it was sooner rather than later.

OOC: Shoot the grandma!

Actually, that older woman is Ann's mom, my char's mother in law.

OOC: Oh, shoot the mother in law!

OOC: But that would be so un-dramatic and lame.

OOC: Well, if you look at it from my perspective, shooting someone besides Ann could allow her to actually enter our story, which would make it more interesting. If course the "story" is the one that I'M thinking about, not everyone else so I can see why that would be lame. It's Assassin's choice though.