APB: New Block City (A RP)

[Tomcat]

I toss away the gun into a nearby trashcan, it would only impede my progress. I then dived behind a nearby dumpster, and to my own demise, discovered her body in the dumpster.
"loving pigs..."

[Ad Bot]

[Jokey365]

"OH COME ON!" I shout, thinking up an excuse. One pops into my head moments after starting. "The withdrawal is horrid! People will start riots if they had enough within a certain amount of time. They'll be after me as much as the men who force me to make the stuff for a large amount of money. Also, I'm not one of those men who think they own the city and kill everything, I've just been forced to use that attitude under the circumstances. I've been trapped in a basement for five years!" I explain.

[Kochieboy]

I sigh... letting out a warm, angry breath. "I must go... I have... business to attend to". I get into the car parked by the safehouse and I drive off on the dirt path.

[xxxxkill]

"I told you kid, what I do is not my jurisdiction. Right now, you're high-priority, and chain of command dictates that somebody else who's high priority, IE: The chief, gets to deal with you, not me. Take it up with him if you want out. As for the withdrawal, you heard him. It isn't my problem, and it isn't the force's."

[Jokey365]

"Alright, first, I'm 20. Second, what does the chief want with me? Sure I make drugs for practically half the city, but what do... I see what you mean... But come on! Why would I be high-priority?!" I shout.

[Mikoyan]

The jolt of the aircraft landing wakes me up from my deep sleep. I slip my shoes on as the aircraft comes to a stop, I take in my first breath of Western air. It's terrible. "Sir, I've a hangar available for $500 a month." I look at the lieutenant, "Don't look at me like that isn't pocket change." He smiles and steps off of the plane. "Thanks boys." I say patting the pilot's shoulders, "No problem comrade, we'll have the men unload the cargo shortly, Gol has arranged a limousine and a truck to pick us up in about 5 minutes (9:30), we bought a penthouse." "Sounds good." I slip a cigar out of my pocket and let it hang from my lip.

[xxxxkill]

"Well, I would assume it's the 'Make drugs for half of the city' part. They want you making drugs, we want you in custody. You can see the problem with two of the city's most powerful factions duking it out over one guy. So, you're now high priority. Really, really, high priority."

[Jokey365]

"So your best bet would be to STOP MY DAMN BLEEDING ALREADY! I've been bleeding out for the past hour! I'm on my back for one so a lot less blood is coming out, if any, but you've yet to bandage me up or do anything! Highest priority and you're letting me bleed out, shame if somebody heard about this..." I said, voice trailing off.

[xxxxkill]

"Well, excuse me, princess. I wasn't busy getting shot at, or anything. I mean, I wasn't attempting to keep you within custody of the force at all. Nooo, I was just sitting here, doing nothing worthwhile and playing Tetris on my phone," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm, as I tended to his wounds. "And don't you dare try to bite me, punch me, or harm me in any way, or I will make you go through more pain than normally bearable."

[Jokey365]

"Listen, I'm 'top priority' here! I totally enjoy being hunted down by money crazed psychopaths and bleeding!" I hissed. "You think I haven't been shot at before? How do you think those crazies had me in the basement for five years?"

[xxxxkill]

I rolled my eyes, focusing on tending his wounds.

God damn it somebody be the loving chief, I'm tired of making up dialogue, makes me feel like I'm talking to myself.

[Jokey365]

I flinch in pain. "WATCH IT! I might have bruised a rib..."

[Mr. Jelly]

I don't think I can keep up with this anymore


So let's just say Brad resigned and moved somewhere else

[Fracture]

Name: Ashley White
Health: 100
Status: Sleeping
Age: 24
Looks: Tall (6 Foot), Long blonde hair, gray eyes.
Group: Enforcers
Weapon: 9mm, Pepper Spray, Switchblade
Skills: Running, Persuasion, Shooting
Bio: Im a loving beast.

[Mikoyan]

The 3 executives and myself step into the limo, while the men guard the supplies. We arrive at the hotel and step into the penthouse, which is quite large with 3 rooms 3 queen sized beds, 1 room with 2 full beds, and an empty room with a couch. "Set up immediately.." I say sternly to the men, "And find out who the leader of the German mob is..."