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Post by ginchimera on Dec 8, 2010 19:26:30 GMT -5
(( Our second attempt EVER to try a roleplay without 9 being related at all! Lets hope this one is more successful ;D ))
Shots rang through the slums district as a figure scurried through the night, dodging the potentially fatal shots. The figure ducked into an alleyway, dabbing his forehead with his hand as a group of people rushed past, not bothering with the small alleyway. He slid against the wall to the ground, sitting there and panting, his glasses reflecting in the streetlamp's light, the light illuminating another, smaller pair of eyes near him.
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Dec 8, 2010 19:30:26 GMT -5
A very large man ran up not too long later, "You alright boss?" Two others went past him to make sure the group was out of the area.
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Post by ginchimera on Dec 8, 2010 19:54:00 GMT -5
" Yea, yea, I'm fine. Gut DUMMY 'ere is sweatin' like a pig'r'sumthin'." came a voice. The figure stood, shaking a bit as he stepped from the alleyway, revealing himself as the rather infamous Ventriloquist, with his 'boss' Scarface.
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Dec 8, 2010 19:59:29 GMT -5
He led them back to a car to take them back to the hideout, not wanting to wait and see if the group would come back and start shooting at them again.
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Post by ginchimera on Dec 8, 2010 20:09:22 GMT -5
Scarface grumbled something about a faulty deal as they went along, Wesker keeping silent.
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Dec 8, 2010 20:12:41 GMT -5
They picked up the other two along the way.
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Post by ginchimera on Dec 8, 2010 20:17:24 GMT -5
" RHINO! 'Ead to da gar. I need a drink aftah all that damn commotion!"
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Dec 8, 2010 20:18:07 GMT -5
"Sure thing boss." He turned down another street and soon they were at a bar.
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Post by ginchimera on Dec 8, 2010 20:34:30 GMT -5
Just as Wesker stepped from the car, he let out a squeak, a table thrown through the doors and just over their heads.
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Dec 8, 2010 20:38:02 GMT -5
Rhino jumped back just in time to miss being hit by the table.
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Post by ginchimera on Dec 8, 2010 21:11:08 GMT -5
" NO ONE CAN DEFEAT ME!" Shouted a voice inside, cackling. Wesker tugged at his bowtie," U-um, Mr. Scarface sir, c-can we just...". Scarface shot a glance to him," What're you, sum kinda CHICKEN? Git in dere, DUMMY.". Wesker swallowed dryly before walking in nervously.
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Dec 8, 2010 21:14:18 GMT -5
Rhino wasn't far behind, only stopping when he saw who it was that threw the table.
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Post by ginchimera on Dec 8, 2010 21:37:39 GMT -5
A large, scaly-looking man stood in the back of the bar, surrounded by men with broken arms," NO ONE CAN DEFEAT KILLER CROC!" He shouted before letting out a roar.
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Dec 8, 2010 21:40:24 GMT -5
He looked at the men a moment before walking over to the table, "I bet I can."
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Post by ginchimera on Dec 8, 2010 21:46:00 GMT -5
Croc shot a glance to him, chuckling," You got anythin' to ante up, boy?"
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