Cheyenne Island - The Melting

[Comatose]

Name: Grant Millard
Age: 29
Location: On top of an apartment building
Status: 100%
Inventory:

• Snubnose Revolver
• $50.24 USD

I sat on the hot, sweltering roof with a Springfield in my arms, waiting for the mayor to come out and give his speech. I checked my watch. 11:50. I could tell the crowd below was also getting anxious, as the chatter began getting louder and restless. I cursed under my breath, and looked at the Springfield.

It was beaten up, and covered in duct tape, painted green. R.E. had given me strict instructions to drop the Springfield down the air conditioning vent after I took the shot. Probably why this thing is so beaten up. It had seen better days.

I turned back to the capitol building, and saw the mayor venture out onto the balcony, waving. The public below clapped and hollered in support of their corrupt leader. I made sure the bullet was loaded, took off the safety, and aimed.

"Sorry Mr. Mayor, but R.E. has different plans for you."

I pulled the trigger.

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[Jorici]

b]Location:[/b] Mulholland Square
Status: 100%
Inventory:
- Knife

There was a crack in the distance. The Governer was untouched, and the Governer's police started moving him out of the square. That's exactly what the assassin wanted. He knew he could not penetrate the 3 inch thick plexiglass dome the Governer was in, but he could penetrate the giant kegs of alcohol for the after-speech party with the experimental incendiary rounds - the kegs exploded in a ball of fire, two of the policemen were killed instantly -  and turned into singed corpses in seconds - the extreme heat even reached out to where I was, and the crowd was in a panic. The people closest to the kegs were on the ground, passed out from their bodies overheating, and everyone else was slaughtering each other to get out of the mess. The Governer, who's little dome was right near the kegs of alcohol, burned to death right in front of the audience as soon as he was escorted out of it, due to the kegs not igniting right away.

The police would not take this lightly.

[Comatose]

Name: Grant Millard
Age: 29
Location: On top of an apartment building
Status: 100%
Inventory:

• Snubnose Revolver
• $50.24 USD

I saw the chaos unfold before me. In the distance, I saw the Governor's body become a charred mess. I ran up to the air conditioning vent, shoved the Springfield down it, and ran back down the stairs.

In front of me, I saw the Mulholland police.

I wielded my Snubnose, and smacked one officer in the face with it. I kneecapped the other. He fell to the ground and yelled in pain, bleeding out in front of apartment 713. The other laid unconscious, so I took his SMG and continued to run down the stairs. As I rushed outside, I saw ambulances speeding down the street. I knew they wouldn't make it in time.

I ran back down the street to the train station, and rushed over to the ticket stand. The station was nearly empty. "One ticket to the Heartland, please." I waved the 20 dollars in front of him, and the guy running the booth, he looked no older than 40, took it, no questions asked. He handed me my ticket, and I ran off towards the train.

[carolcat]

Location: Heartland Glassmakers
Status: 100%
Inventory:
-Bread

I sat down on the couch on the second floor of the Glassworks. The shop was pretty much our house. I turned on the TV and munched on my bread, seeing what that latest news was.

I stared in horror as I watched the chaos at the Governor's speech. Things like that made me hate living here... Why couldn't all the people simply live in peace? Even Heartland was becoming chaotic.

[Jokey365]

Location: Heartland
Status: Wounded Leg
Inventory: Brass Knuckles, Two Dinner Rolls
We both exchanged glares. "If you're not getting this thing out, I am..." I said. "I'd like to see you try..." the nurse said back. "Give me some tweezers" I said. The nurse handed me a pair. I slid them into my wound, and boy did it hurt. I felt it move inside me... Ech. I grabbed the bullet, and slowly pulled it out. "Told you, I've been shot before, now staple my opening..." I said pointing at the wound.

[star9578]

Location: Heartlands, Hospital.
Status: Healthy.
Inventory:

• $27.05
• Needle

"I could've given you something to numb the pain, but okay." I say as I begin to close up his wound.

"So after you get out of here you're really just going to go back to that gang?" I ask as I finish, and beginning covering up his wound.

"I understand you have your father to worry about, but they rely on you for drugs, without you, they would collapse."

[Jokey365]

Location: Heartland
Status: Wounded Leg
Inventory: Brass Knuckles, Two Dinner Rolls
"Listen, I understand you're one of those softies who care about every little boy and girl, but if the drug market fell because of me, there would be an insane amount of drug increase. Everyone would try to make that perfect drug, just to get the market on their side. Even if I did, I would be hunted by one more gang! I've had people kidnap me, people shoot me, I've almost burnt to death, and there would be one extra gang trying to kill me. Not just that, but I would also never escape my near death moments, since my gang always busts me out! So get me a cane, I have drugs to make..." I explained.

[Watcher In The Myst]

"Copy that, central." Peter had just gotten a call of a narcotics producer - things that the other officers would ignore. He wasn't other officers. The microphones in room 034 had picked up a kid talking about that while he was getting his leg worked on. The police unit passed through the lobby, flashing his card to the receptionist. Climbing up two flights of stairs, he arrived outside the room. Taking a pair of cuffs from his belt, he unsheathed his machete a bit, just in case.

"Hands up, kid."

[star9578]

Location: Heartlands, Hospital.
Status: Healthy.
Inventory:

• $27.05
• Needle

"Great, the police. What exactly are you bringing him in for?" I ask, staring at the armored officer that just walked into the room.

I'd take him if I could, but being that he is in armor, and trained, I wouldn't be able to bring him down.

"Sorry kid, nothing I can do." I whisper.

[Watcher In The Myst]

Nice powergame and fear RP.

There is a policeman in armor with a machete in hand and a rifle on his back.
He is trained.
He is probably more nourished than you.
He has a radio and can call for more people.
You do not attempt to knock down a man who has a rifle on his back and a machete in his hand when he is trained, in armor and can call for multiple people to assist him. Don't say you would, I have seriously roleplayed for three years, that is HORRIBLE fear RP.

[Jokey365]

Nice powergame and fear RP.

There is a policeman in armor with a machete in hand and a rifle on his back.
He is trained.
He is probably more nourished than you.
He has a radio and can call for more people.
You do not attempt to knock down a man who has a rifle on his back and a machete in his hand when he is trained, in armor and can call for multiple people to assist him. Don't say you would, I have seriously roleplayed for three years, that is HORRIBLE fear RP.

You can't win everything bro.

[star9578]

Nice powergame and fear RP.

There is a policeman in armor with a machete in hand and a rifle on his back.
He is trained.
He is probably more nourished than you.
He has a radio and can call for more people.
You do not attempt to knock down a man who has a rifle on his back and a machete in his hand when he is trained, in armor and can call for multiple people to assist him. Don't say you would, I have seriously roleplayed for three years, that is HORRIBLE fear RP.

Fine, if you really want I can edit it, to be honest I'm not that interested in this.

There, happy?

[Jokey365]

Location: Heartland
Status: Slightly Wounded Leg
Inventory: Brass Knuckles, Two Dinner Rolls
"Look, I dont know what you want with me, but you can't arrest a litte kid. I'm actually doing this place a favor by keeping the drug count down! If you want about three times the drugs we have now to be all over this island, infecting everybody with second hand smoke, then cuff me" I said, holding out my arms.

[Comatose]

Name: Grant Millard
Age: 29
Location: On a train back to the Heartland
Status: 100%
Inventory:

• Snubnose Revolver
• $30.24 USD
• Heckler & Koch MP5 (15 - 85)
• Messenger Bag

I sat on the train, waiting for it to depart. It was nearly empty. The few people on the train were all chatting about what happened at the Governor's speech. I looked at my watch. 12:18. Past lunchtime. Usually, this train would have been packed around this time.

Not today. Not after what I did.

A man had just finished browsing through the newspaper across the aisle from me. "Do you mind?" I asked politely, pointing to the newspaper. "Oh no, of course. Go ahead." He handed me the paper, and put his hat over his eyes before dozing off.

I opened up the paper to find a picture of the chaos in the square. The city sure printed papers fast. I flipped through the rest of the pages. City using taxpayer money to send politicians to strip club, Cheyenne deficit up 220 thousand dollars, blah blah blah. Tell me something I don't know. Just then, I heard the train's whistle. Last call for boarding. I picked up the paper, and moved to the next empty car.

[Watcher In The Myst]

Nikki, frightened from the assassination of the mayor, had rushed to the Mulholland train station. As soon as it arrived, she got on at the second to last car. At 12:25, the whistle sounded, and a man stepped into the nearly-empty car, sitting down across the aisle from her. She shuffled against the window, and began reading a book from her bag, trying to ignore the man.