Author Topic: APB: New Block City (A RP)  (Read 9176 times)

"He's- he's alright. Nothing new, same old grumpy ass. The thing is though, he doesn't seem to be going up so well. Talk is he got tuberculosis.
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So, you know where to find the German Mob?"
(Miko, get yo ass on steam.)

"Alright, I'm tired of walking. It's obvious you're stalling until your backup or something arrives, but this injury is practically healing itself already!" I shout. "Sir, calm down..." one of the security guards says. "DON'T CALL ME SIR!" I responded. "I HAVE DRUGS ON MY SHIRT!" I shouted as I pointed at the drugs stuck to my shirt from the blood. "I CAUSED THE PILE UP! YOU PEOPLE ARE NIMRODS AND NEED TO GET ME A DOCTOR..." I said as I stumbled away. "Oh boy here comes the light headed..."

A drop of rain puts out my cigarette. "Hm?", I grunt looking at my cigarette. I throw the cigarette down onto the ground, stomping on it to make sure it was fully out. I walk across the street to a local diner where I usually buy my lunch. I enter into the diner, smelling the fresh aromas of beef and other meats. I sit down at one of the tables where I wait for the waiter to serve me. I look out the window, it was really starting to pour outside. "Damn shame for anyone who has to sit outside right now...".

I run into the hospital, causing quite the commotion. It was quite easy to figure out who the captain was talking about. I grabbed him, pushing him up against the wall gently. I pulled out a needle, and injected him with what was inside. Just a quick sedative, not a big deal.

"WHAT THE GODDAMN!" I shout as I elbow my attacker. "GET OFF OF ME YOU TWAT!" I shout as I clench my injury and the spot where I was injected. "IF YOU'RE GOING TO STAB ME, STAB ME PROPERLY! I'M BLEEDING EVEN MORE NOW!" I shout. "Oh perfect, you're in an enforcer uniform too, so I'm guessing now is the part where y-" I tried to say but was cut off by a security guard walking up to my attacker. "He said he had drugs on his shirt and he caused the pile up. Somebody called about the pile up earlier and said they say a very peculiar cloud of white smoke rising from an alley near the pile up." he whispered into her ear. "HEY BOZO!" I shout as I run over and give him a taste of my fist. He falls, hits his head on the wall on his way down, and lies there with a bleeding nose. "SNITCHES GET STITCHES!" I shout as I spit on his leg.

"He's- he's alright. Nothing new, same old grumpy ass. The thing is though, he doesn't seem to be going up so well. Talk is he got tuberculosis.
...
So, you know where to find the German Mob?"
"I suppose we do need work. I've heard about their Don. Real old school. I've heard he resides in [-]. I also need a new car. this is a piece of der'mo." I say slapping the steering wheel.

I quickly recover from the elbowing and punch the boy in the face. I then drop to the floor, sweeping my legs clock-wise. He falls to the floor with a thud. "Come on, do I need to tazer you?" I said, dragging him across the floor by his ankles. I flipped him over, and tried to handcuff him.

The female waiter comes up to me and asks, "Hello Mr. Koch. How are you doing today?". "Good, things have been a bit slow, but still, things have been good", I responded. "Would you like to start off with some coffee?", she asked again. "Yes I would", I replied. "Alright, one coffee, just the way you like it", she said joyfully. She walked off to the kitchen. I sat there, looking out the window.

I've heard he resides in [-].

The German Neighborhood.

"NOT JAIL! NOT TODAY!" I shout, thinking of what would happen when the men that force me to make drugs discover I've been outside and arrested. I quickly flip onto my back, grab a leg of the woman, and thrust it upward, sending her into her side. I flip back onto my stomach, use the fallen security guard to get up, and begin running down the hall.

I yelped as I sailed towards the ground. I landed on my shoulder with a loud thud. I quickly rolled back to my feet, drawing my pistol. I sprinted towards the boy, intending on tackling him and bringing him in. I probably should've hand-cuffed his legs. "Stop, in the name of the law or some stuff!" I yelled down the hall. A couple of security gaurds were en route to this location. In due time, he'd be surrounded.

The sound of jingling belts and boots repeatedly slamming on the floor became more and more clear as I approached the exit. The guards from earlier has lead me up to the second floor, so jumping would cause broken legs. Like predicted, they were coming up the stairs. "NINJA MOVES FROM CHINA GO!" I shout as I dive over them. Being an idiot, I didn't know how many stairs there were. The sound of multiple thuds is heard all throughout the building as I violently roll down the stairs. After reaching the bottom, I notice I'm bleeding even more now. "I think I've taken enough of a beating... I've reached my limit..." I mumble as I crawl to the exit.

The female waiter came back with my coffee. She had made it with pure 100% Columbian coffee beans and put a little creamer and sugar in it. I took a taste of it. I could taste the bold roasted flavor, and the sweet creaminess of the creamer and sugar. "It's perfect, thank you very much", I said with great thanks. "No problem Mr. Koch", she said with a warm tone. I continued to sip the coffee, when one of my associates came in and sat near me. I couldn't help but state, "Are you finally back with a shipment?". "Yes... quite a large one to be exact", he replied. My eyes widened, I almost spit out my whole coffee. "You're kidding!", I said with excitement. "Yes, we have about 2 tons of munitions waiting for you by the port". I tried to keep my excitement to a minimum, "So I guess we are back in business again, right?". "Correct sir", he said with great pride. "Wonderful!". I sipped the coffee again. A soft grin appeared on my face, the fact that the mob was going to become more powerful made me feel like my father. <Damn, the look on my dad's face if he saw me now>. "So whats in the shipment?". "You're going to have to find that out for yourself, sir", he answered. My face turned a bit straight. Who knew what could be on that ship. It could be just ammo. "Well, I must know. If it's just ammunition, that wouldn't be very appealing to the black market. They need weapons aswell, not just ammo". "Trust me sir, you will like what you see".

"That was dumb," I said, walking calmly over to the kid who had just fallen down a staircase. I drag him by his ankles, this time having a couple of security guards restrain his wrists.

"Release me..." I mutter, watching a tiny trail of blood show where I've been dragged.

"Yeah, no," I reply, laying him on the bed. "I want a guard posted outside his room, remover anything that could be used as a lockpick, and restrain him. I don't want him escaping," I command.
"Yes, sir- ma'am- sir," the guard I was talking to replied. I sighed, then turned to the boy. I pulled out my radio.
"Captain, the situation is under control, the boy has been restrained and isn't escaping any time soon. What now?"