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Author Topic: Highler Ridge :: Welcome to the city.  (Read 29220 times)



Main Story Line Two

Name: Giovanni Vespucci
Status: Healthy
Inventory: IDs; Taser(Charged, fairly high in quality)
Karma: 0
Location: Wallack, Company Dispatch Office
Objective: None; Narrative (1 Day after Main Story Line One)
Cash: $1,050

*Sitting in dispatch office, reviewing the taxi records and brown townyzing the weekly revenue. Normally that's Amedea's job, but she is still out on medical leave from her incident. Reading the newspaper, the headline bluntly states "10 Ton Pillar of Steel Drops on Local Physician". A cab driver comes in, a friend of mine, and hesitantly placed his keys on the I'm working at desk*

  "What's this?" I said, looking up at the driver. He wasn't much younger than myself, but he seemed to be stricken with fear. A type of terror you don't often see, but that he did fairly well at controlling.
  "I quit - I can't stay. Something has come up"
  "What? You can't just quit, you have an important route on the Central Boul-"
  "I just can't!" He cut me off, and in a streak of panic, anger, and helplessness he ran from the office, leaving his keys - and a job - behind.

Forvetti was his name. William Forvetti. He worked with The Company for a good 5 years before this sudden outburst; He was responsible for the Central Boulevard area in Kelton-Goodyear crossover, a heavy taxiing site. Will was always a rather quiet fellow, open with a very select few. In fact, besides me, he only ever really spoke to Amedea. I figured he had a bit of a thing for redheads - or maybe it was just her kind attitude and Christian background. Will spoke only when it was necessary and when he did, he normally had something ingenious to say.

Why he quit, I'll never know. I always thought he was a good guy, and I figure he felt the same way towards me. Maybe it was the issue with Amedea - or maybe he got another job. Whatever the matter, I'm down one friend and driver. Sometimes I wish that physician...
« Last Edit: January 30, 2011, 11:22:03 PM by *Magick* Mage »

Name: Shamus "Fizz" McConnely
Status: Tense
Items(2/4): Desert Eagle, Spare clips(2)
Location: Wallack
Cash: $500
Objective: Get the Hex.

Fizz checked, then tripled checked his pistol. Whoever had hired him wasn't loving around; Hex was serious stuff. The drug was hard to obtain, and the strain this dealer had was damn well near impossible to find. He was positioned outside a luxury hotel, waiting for the rest of the invasion force to arrive. He took a swig of his soda.
Soda. The only constant in his life was the sweet bubbly taste of the stuff. He tossed the can over his shoulder, and frowned when he didn't hear it clatter. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see a giant, broad shouldered man. He wore a black suit, and his skin was dark. He had shades and a cigar mercilessly crushed between teeth.
"Do not litter, please. I pay taxes." His voice, deep as a grave, sent chills down Fizz's spine. A second black car pulled up behind his. A woman with a black trench coat and blue hair tied in a ponytail. She closed the driver's side door and opened up her trunk. The man walked over to her and Fizz followed behind.
"You got here before me?" She quipped, opening a long, thin case and checking whatever was inside it. She took it out the trunk and closed it, walking off towards a building across the street. "You, Fizz right?" He nodded. "Shut up and do whatever he says. Malcolm, don't be a stranger." With that, she walked across the street, almost causing a car accident.

"So uh..." Fizz trailed off, not sure how to break the ice that covered the man.
"Follow me. And don't be a pusillanimous individual, someone tries anything, light them up."

Fizz simply nodded as the man pulled out an assault rifle, specifically an AK47, and strolled into the lobby. As he walked in, the front-desk lady screamed. Fizz silenced her with a shot the the head. He head lolled back and hit the keyboard in front of her.


Whaddya think, good start?

Here I go with again.  Main story, Line 2.

Name: William Forvetti
Status: I have a mild cough.  Nervous, so a bit warmer.
Inventory: Beat up ID, Cough drops, Low quality pocket knife, Travel Pen, Travel Journal (Hope that doesn't bother the limit), Revolver (20 bullets)
Karma: 0
Location: Wallack, it will be told in the story.
Objective: Burglarize fireworks
Cash: $145
  As I ran out of the cab office, I was stunned on what I did, it was the nervousness that went over me..  I have never felt this way before.  Whats done is done, I have to get this over with and apologize afterwards..  Or maybe not.  What if this job will lead me into a different career choice.  This is beyond my league, I can't do this, I'm much nicer then this.
  I head over to my new "boss" and said "I can't do this".  I was completely surprised on what I said because once I said that, he punched me in the gut.  I fall to the floor, I see stars, and I feel a shadow come over me.  They put a potato sack over my body.  They pushed me into a van and they went to go drive.  I was terrified, exhausted, and hurt.  It was a bumpy and long ride.  I started to feel my gut, it felt like I've been shot, there was something wrong inside my gut, but I focused on what I should do.  I knew they were heading some place to exterminate me, everyone would forget me, so I thought of a plan.  I thought for a while until I found no hope into surviving this.  I lay on the bottom of the back of the van until I felt something hit me on my side when there was another bump, my revolver!  Killing these men will surely leave me with a burden, but it had to be done, exterminate the corrupt.  I took my knife then cut my way out of the sack slowly and quietly, then loaded my revolver.  It was then that I made my shot to the passenger.  There was a splatter of blood on the windshield, my ears ringing from the loud blast of the fire and the driver swirved into a dock.  I tried to aim at the driver, but I dropped my weapon, there was no choice but to run to the exit of the van.  I quickly got myself out and jumped out as soon as it hit the water.  To my bad luck, the guy jumped out just in time to come into eye contact with me.

Dun dun duuuuuuuun
« Last Edit: January 30, 2011, 11:40:16 PM by Roknrollwill »

Oh my god this is awesome. Getting on my PC now to begin mine.

Also Deus I laughed hard when you said he frowned when the can didn't touch the ground.

Name: Armani Adulex
Status: Nervous; new life beginning.
Inventory: Wallet; 10mm pistol (21); immigration papers
Karma: 0
Location: Wallack; referred to the Highler Ridge Taxi dispatch office.
Objective: Obtain a taxi and begin work.
Cash: $17

     I walked off the plane that landed here in the city only hours ago, though it feels like it could have been months. This place is totally foreign and I have no idea how I'm ever going to get settled in. I'm beginning to be very thankful I at least kind of planned ahead; when I was back home, I called forward and assured myself that the city would have some kind of driving job. It was easy work, I've done it before, but never in a city this crowded. I guess my driving skills would be put to the test. I hope I don't get wrapped up too much in the crime here in Highler Ridge; this place is worldly known for it's infamous crime rate.
     I stepped off the bus from South Bint to here in Wallack nearly half an hour ago, and I've been walking all the way into the heart of this area. My pistol is tucked in my pants, with the mere $17 I saved up from the plane trip out here. I'm extremely nervous to begin my life here. This country was rumored to be the highlight of the world as far as opportunity goes. I plan to put that name to the test.
     As I stared down at the brochure mailed to me from the Highler Ridge Taxi people, a peculiar man rushes by me with an almost frightened look on his face. He nearly runs into me, and turns his head back and shouts a quick apology before running on. I look aggravated back to my brochure and look at how this might go. I glance back up and see the white and blue sign marking the dispatch office with a small fenced parking lot across the street with the same sign, only on a thin piece of metal, stuck to the fence. There's a small security booth with a gate arm; I guess this describes the area pretty clearly. The parking lot isn't very big, only large enough to hold maybe fifteen, twenty cars tops. I guess not as many are necessary down here, but then again, it's not the only cab office, even on Wallack; there's supposedly one on each island but I don't know, rumors are rumors. I've heard this taxi company is pretty small compared to it's competitors but it survives really well. I can't remember the name of the rival but it doesn't matter anyway. I note there's only a single taxi left in the lot. I pull open the door of the small office to see a man slouched on the tall desk against the wall. On the bottom of the desk are the neat letters spelling out "HIGHLER RIDGE TAXI" in blue and white. The man begins to speak.
     "Hi, welcome to HRT," he says with a nice attitude. "What can I do for you?"
     "I was referred here by the main office up in Goodyear, they said they didn't handle the individual applications but the dispatch offices did. I guess I was just curious if this one is hiring," I said shyly, but confidently. He glances down at a set of keys laying on the counter with a thoughtful look on his face. I'm hanging on his next words.
     "Well, you might be in luck, one of our drivers just left... Can you drive?" he says.
     I answer, "I've been driving a long while back where I'm from," I reply. "I have my license and papers and everything on me if you want to take a quick glance at them," I add.
     "Hmm..." he says, thoughtfully. Ever driven a 1990 Monte Carlo?" he says. To this I have an obvious answer, and I reply with a negative retort. He points out of the front window at the lone car in the lot across the street as some yellow taxis drive by, followed by a garbage truck driving by slowly in the opposing direction. I assume the yellow taxis are from out of town, considering the taxis at this office are a light blue with white checkerboard. "All I need is your social security number, a copy of your driver's license and copies of your papers," he says. "It will only take a minute, if I can just take a look." I hand them over to him.
     A few minutes pass and he comes back out. "Alright, the only thing left is you need to sign responsibility for the car... There's no deposit on it, but you break it, you buy it. I'd recommend looking into commercial vehicle insurance," he advises. It sounds like a good idea but it can't be cheap. I sign the papers with a few quick strokes. "Great, the car is yours. Here's the keys. There's a laptop in the car you can use to track other current employees, customers that need picking up, and when you enter a location, it doubles as a GPS. They're nothing fancy but it was cheaper than putting one in every car alone," he says. "They get decent mileage, about 30mpg locally, which as all you should be doing for now. I'll keep it easy, you can begin on Central Boulevard." And with that, I thank him; he says his name is Giovanni. I take my fresh ID and head out of the door and cross the street to the booth. I flash my card at the guard and he admits me. I stick my key in the door of the car and it unlocks. I open the door to find a decent interior; tan, cloth seats, a decent sound system and a nice fare counter implemented into the dashboard. I look at the radio attached the cieling and at the sticker just below the cieling on the windshield, noting "WALLACK DISPATCH : CHANNEL 4" and the radio is indeed on channel four. I get in, buckle up and the engine purrs to life without a skip.
     Perhaps life here won't be so bad after all.
« Last Edit: January 31, 2011, 12:38:02 AM by Caution »

Interesting backstory but I'm not understanding what to do besides robbing and doing crime and stuff.

Name: Bruce
Status: Unfamiliar with city
Inventory: Wallet full of cash and fake credit cards, 9mm handgun (36 ammo), iPhone, iPod Touch, and a few suitcases full of clothes and the usual stuff.
Karma: 0
Location: Bright Annex (I think that is what it's called)
Cash: $200

I landed somewhere in a place called Kelton. Mother Russia cannot be much worse than this right? I took my luggage and headed into the city. I was a bit nervous. I was supposed to meet my cousin in Bright Annex as they call it. It didn't take very long to find a taxi to drive me over there. I thought his pricing of the ride was a bit high at $30 but whatever.

I found my cousin's address and knocked on his door. He looked through the peephole in his door to make sure of something. He opened the door swiftly and let me in. He looked a bit scared and tense.

"What's wrong"

"You don't know? Robbers and the MAFIA are everywhere. They are hunting me down."

"Why is that?"

"I robbed a bank and didn't give them half of the profit."

"I should be turning you into the cops right now if I heard that!" I acted surprisingly even though I knew he did this. I know I did too in Mother Russia.

"Don't try. The police force is corrupt. They will arrest you and probably claim a bounty from their faction."

"Let's discuss this matter Ryan."

That's all I can write tonight. I need some sleep.

Interesting backstory but I'm not understanding what to do besides robbing and doing crime and stuff.

That's what you do. Become top dog, rule the city with evil or fight the evil. :o

That's what you do. Become top dog, rule the city with evil or fight the evil. :o
I always have trouble with these things. I have to intertwine with the backstory but I want to make some changes with the story to a way I like writing it. Same with the Broken World.

Oh well. I love your topics Caution <3

I always have trouble with these things. I have to intertwine with the backstory but I want to make some changes with the story to a way I like writing it. Same with the Broken World.

Oh well. I love your topics Caution <3

Be my guest. :o

Name: "Fizz"
Status: Tense to 11
Items(2/4): Deagle, spare mags(2)
Cash: $500
Objective: GET THE forgetIN' HEX

"Alright, let's do this." The man reloaded his AK. The body count was at 6 and slowly rising. They were riding the elevator up to the penthouse, where a massive rave was taking place. Fizz fidgetted and paced around. He wasn't used to crowds, what if they remembered his face and-
"Kill. Everyone." Malcolm's statement seemed to have responded to his thoughts. He nodded just as the elevator doors opened. Malcolm immedately opened fire, unleashing a stream of incandescent bullets tore into the crowd like a hot knife through butter. The DJ was running for his life, which apparently led right into Fizz. He grabbed him by the collar and threw him to the ground. A few chest shots ended the struggle.

"Follow me." The dance floor was a mess of bits and blood. Fizz's shoes sloshed in the sea of gore. They reached a set of spirals stairs, where they quickly reloaded. "Raiden, we are in position," Malcolm spoke into a headset.

"Roger that. I'm watching you, go on." Fizz nodded and ran up the steps. There were two guards waiting for him. He kicked the gun out of one's hands and shot the other in the knee. A jab to the nose sent him back a few steps, but he quickly recovered and capped the second one. "Damn," he said. "Could use a soda."

Malcolm walked past him, and he followed behind him. They were in a bedroom, and there were two teenagers having relations on the bed. The guy looked at them. "The forget?"

"Are you Zack Union?" Fizz asked. There was a pause, and that was the only answer he needed. He raised his gun and fired two shots - one for Zack, the other for the girl. "Tsk tsk, nice ass too."

"Get the package." Malcolm pointed to a attache case, neatly placed on a bookshelf. Fizz took it and opened it up.

"Bingo." Syringes filled with neon-green opaque fluid were carefully set in foam. He closed the case just as a few guards came up the steps. "stuff."

 

Nice work on the newspaper, Caution. :D!

Nice work on the newspaper, Caution. :D!

Thanks, I spent forever in MSPaint making that picture. :o

so basically highler ridge is chicago
 :cookieMonster:

Continued, phone only lets 2k+ characters.



The leader, a man in a plain black suit and set jaw, looked at them, then at the case. Then at Zack's corpse. Fizz didn't know which one pissed him off more, but his face was red with anger. He lifted his gun and pointed it at Malcolm. Suddenly, the window to the right of him splashed inward and the man's head exploded into a red mist. The remaining guards were taken out in rapid succession in the same manner.

"Raiden's gotch-you!" A voice, low but audible, came from Malcolm's piece. Fizz smiled.

"I could still use a soda."

" No one gives a forget about your soda."

"Sad face."

Name: Max
Status: Bruised leg, sprained wrist
Items: Nothing
Location: Wallack
Cash: $1,100
Karma: -10
Objective: No current objective
Gained: Bruised leg, sprained wrist
Lost: Nothing

I woke up all of a sudden when somebody pushed my box over. I tumbled onto the concrete floor and bruised my leg. Somebody rushed out of the building laughing. As I exited the warehouse a car screeched away. I hopped onto my scooter and made chase. The passenger leaned out of the window with a pistol and show my scooter's front tire. My trusty vehicle spun out of control and I hit the ground spraining my wrist. I got up and began to wheel my scooter back to my warehouse, hoping those hooligans would never return. If they did, hell would break loose