Author Topic: APB: New Block City (A RP)  (Read 8626 times)

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" the man tries to scream through the tape. Another punch, *Whack!* We rip the tape off of his mouth. "So." I say lighting a cigar, "Are you going to tell us who you work with?" He shakes his head. "Alrighty." One of my lieutenants walks to me and hands me a handgun. I pull the slide back and put it to his head. "I'll give you to the count of 5. 1, 2, 3..." "Alright! I work for a lieutenant in the German mob..." I smile, then hit his head with the pistol, knocking him out.

I felt quite nervous now. My car started to hit a couple of bumps, and started to swerve in the mud. I swear I couldn't see anything in front of me. Then all of a sudden, I saw my car run straight for a tree. A loud crashing noise could be heard as I blacked out from the impact.

My interogation is interrupted by one of my men. He beckons me with his hand. I walk into the living area and he unmutes the television, talking about a car crash, a man named Derek Koch. I nod my head and we both walk out of the room down the hotel's walls. "Mr. Oyan!" I kep walking until we get to the car. 3 men in suits as nice as mine step into black BMW. "Hospital." I say, the driver steps on the gas pedal and we speed off toward the Hospital.

I was waiting to cross the street, very impatiently because there was an Enforcer in the group waiting with me. He didn't bother looking at me, but had his eye on the smoke rising from my cigarette. The light turned red and everyone began walking, but I was coughing a bit from the smoke getting back into my system. I had began relying on this stuff. By the time I noticed I could walk, the light turned green again and I had already started walking. A black BMW suddenly came out of the blue and almost hit me, but hit the breaks not a moment too soon. "HEY! I WAS ALREADY HIT TODAY, BUT THANKS FOR THE OFFER!" I shout as I kick the front of the vehicle. The entire time I was shouting, the oddly colored smoke was rising from my mouth in a large amount, making me stand out more than if I was only shouting.

We stare at the boy through the tinted windows, "What the hell is in his mouth?" I raise my hand and snap my finger. The 2 men in the back step out and take out Makarov pistols. They order the kid to get in. They step in the door, "Listen, kid, I've got a little score to settle. But you're going to tell me what that smoke was, right?"


I wake up, still in a daze from the impact. "Awwwww... stuff!". I appeared to be in the city's hospital being treated for a couple minor fractures.

"Haha this guy." One of my men whacks him right in the face breaking his nose with a pistol. We drive faster to get to the hospital.

"Ergh...", I tried getting up, but my chest felt as if it has a spear through it. <I must've cracked my rib-cage>. The nurse said to me, "Don't get up Mr. Koch, just lie down and rest. You'll be fine".

"Oh, perfect, because I didn't already lose enough already!" I shout. I poked at my nose. It wasn't broken, well it didn't feel it, but damn he hit me hard! I was gushing! "If you're working for who I think you're working for, I'm not going back. I've gone too far!" I say, looking out the window. A firetruck sped past. I rubbed my chin a bit, thinking of what else I could do to the men who trapped me in a basement for five years. Make them suffer as much as I did. During my chin rubbing, I noticed that when I was hit, my cigarette fell to the floor and was stomped out by one of the men. I reached into my hoodie, pulled out another cigarette and began smoking, slowly filling the vehicle with the oddly colored smoke.

"Eugh, put that thing out kid." The man that hit his nose takes it and throws it out the window. A couple of minutes later we arrive at the hospital and check Mr. Kochs room number. I tell the men two men to wait inthe car with the kid. We storm into the room, "Sir you ca-!" I hit the nurse over te head knocking her out. I rooster my Makarov and smile at the Mr. Koch

One of my men who have been watching over me puts a revolver to the man's head. "What the forget are you doing?", he shouts in german.

My man following me puts a Makarov to his head and pulls the trigger. "So," I say lighting a cigar, "I heard you killed my daughter."

"She was treading on unauthorized territory. And if you are trying to repay the favor, I suggest you sit down and consider this..."

"You have about 2 minutes to explain before I blow your head off and the cops get here."