APB: New Block City (A RP)

[Eussorus]

woke up at 5am dissmorning, took a trip to the nearest general store, i bought some mountain dew and drunk it.
also bought some food for later.

I was driving home to my appartment and saw a crazy driver, and he rammed me, shot at me and i took off and sped away, adventualy I got away.

He was driving a black SUV with no licence plate and he was in black with sunglasses, it was time to do some research.

[Ad Bot]

[The Corporation]

stuff.
First guy came out of the corner drawing his pistol.
Moving inches within his proximity, I grabbed his arm and the gun, disabled him, and basically made him shoot himself.
Wrenching it away from the dead body, I turned around to my right and unloaded 2 shots into the guy coming out of the hallway door, he dropped with the look of surprise as his shotgun hit the floor next to him.
At this point, I didn't really care how I knew how to disable someone like that, all that mattered to me was survival. Picking off the rest of the criminals in the house, I reached the last room, where a few of them were cutting...
Eventually cleaning the place up, I had several-
-Guns

Remmington 870(sawed off)(2)-84 shells
USP .40(3)-33 magazines
PT Taurus(5)-10 magazines
Jatimatic SMG(3)-10 magazines
AK-101(3)-15 magazines

-Tools

Medical Box(20)
Medical Kits(50)
Snap Gun(instant lockpicking)(6)
Bottles filled with flammable liquid(49)-Gotta get rid of these
Electronic detonators(49)
Old combat knife
Tire Iron
Bat(metal)
Claymore(how the hell did they get this, and why is it here. Guessing it's for someone important, too much jewelry on it for fighting.)
16 cellphones
3 laptops

-Armor and clothing

-Bulletproof utility Jacket-10 of them, and the armor looks decent
+2 rifle mags/24 shotgun shells
+3 pistol mags
+5 room for items(tape, batteries, spare shells)
+4 straps-Bottles, grenades, etc.
-Heavy duty bulletproof vest-20 of these
+Armor is bound to stop a rifle round at 3 yards, but it's quite noticeable
-3 hoodies
-6 pairs of shoes
-6 pairs of pants
-6 shirts
-6 masks
-20 masks-bullet proof, to an extent.


And there were 6 bodies.
This had gotten out of hand.
So, after much deciding, I have chosen to dump the bodies in a vat of hydrochloric acid, wherever the hell I can find one, and move all the guns+cargo to another apartment...

*4 days later*

Working at a small nondescript area, I've decided to set this up as a small store to sell to the enforcers in the city the guns, tools, clothing, anything they need.
But I've still got to get my memory back


New Feature-Vesper's store!
All items are available now.

Update-
wearing utility jacket, with-
FiveSeveN+3 mags
Snap Gun
Old Combat Knife
Cellphone
+2 Electronic detonators
+2 explosive bottles
Medical kit inside rifle mag pouch.
FiveSeveN rifle extension in other rifle mag pouch.
OTs-33 in holster
Mag for above in side belt
Hypodermic needles in other pocket.

[Mikoyan]

I pull the car into an alley in barely enough time before it runs out of gas. I look at my rubles and throw them on the ground not knowing where I can exchange them. "Why haven't I checked the console?" I open it and find a lighter, some sort of drug, and $34. I walk to the convience store across the street and buy a pack of 12 waters and a loaf of bread. I walk back to the car and get in, "9:47 P.M." I lay down in the backseat and fall asleep.

[Eussorus]

I pulled into a convince store, see a damaged car, ignore it walk in buy some cigarettes and a cloth.

I bought to cloth for 3$ and the cigarettes for about 5.34$

I walked out into my chevy, turned on my radio and listened to some classic jazz while reloading my usp.45.

put a cigarette in my mouth light it then turn up the radio.

the radio changes and the news reporter says
"breaking news! there was a little crazy traffic today on the 130 highway.
one man rammed about man, and the other drives right through a stoplight speeding, if you see this car please call
145-***-**43"

"forget me" I said

I drove to my apparment and put a cover on my car and hopped in my truck with all my supplise, and drove off to the auto body shop to get my truck's tail gate repaired because of a little bump.

[Jokey365]

Cars were slamming on their breaks, people were screaming and running, and I was in the street, bleeding. The smoke had just finished pouring out of the window and the blood on my clothes wasn't washing off the drugs. If anything it was just helping them stick them to my clothes more than they already were. A man grabbed my shoulder and pushed me onto my back. "ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" he shouted in panic. I flipped him off before crawling over to his car. The light that hit me was broken, but none of it dug it's way into my skin thankfully. After hauling myself up, I stumbled over to the open door of the car, got inside, and began driving towards the hospital, while high and bleeding.

[Mikoyan]

I wake up from a nightmare at around 4:30 AM. I climb into the front seat and start the car, driving off. "I need some gas..." I pull into the gas station and begin pumping it without paying.

[Eussorus]

My truck tail gate was fixed the next morning, went to pick it up and take it home, the cover on my car was gone "what the forget" i said, and the cover was on the ground, i went to pick it up when a gun was pointing at my head, i went to take his gun pounded his gun the hand was in off the car, grabbed his hair and punched him, picked up his gun I said: "see you in the after life" and shot him.

I was running out of time, I threw his body in the back of my car, hopped in and sped down the high way, I was going to a cliff off the coast, I plan to through him off, I put my gloves on, took him out of the trunk and through him off.

It was now 9am and I still needed to meet someone at 11am.

I was driving down the highway at the meeting point.
2 hours later I got there, and my man was there waiting.

Man: "Where the forget you been man?"
Me: "got caught in traffic, do you got the grass?"
Man: "yeah you hand the money over first"
Me: "I don't think so"

I shot him in the stomach with my fully loaded usp.45.

I searched him for things.

I found

• wallet - cash and a credit card
• a few ounces of cocain
• some weed

that wasn't all the weed, I knew this kid was a joke.

I went to hop in my car and drove to a convience store to get some mountain dew.

I walked in.

robber: "Hand ova' the forgetin' moneeey man"
cashier: "that's all that was in the register"

Me: "hey man chill out"

i shot him in the leg

robber: "what the forget was that for home boy?"

I could tell he was latina from his voice.

me: "You don't go robbing places when i'm around, beaner."

I looked at the cashier and motioned him to get out.
he ran out the store.

me: "see you in the after life"

I shot him in the head.

i left the store and looked at the cashier standing outside

cashier: "thank you."

me: "piss off"

I got in my truck kept on my gloves and reloaded my usp.45 so that there was no finger prints on the rounds.

I started the truck and pulled out the back ally.

I heard cops and took off faster than normall, luckily I got away when I did.

[The Corporation]

Radio comes on, as I'm taking inventory, babbling about some sort of pile-up.
Sounds pretty bad, and I'm beginning to wonder about getting some more medical equipment.
At this point, I'm already on the line, calling a supplier for some hospital stuff and manuals.
Sounds pretty good, especially if something like this happens


*Vesper now has more advanced medical equipment up for sale*

[Jokey365]

I pull up to the hospital, poorly park in front of it, and stumble out, clenching my bleeding waist. The doors calmly slide open, and the lady at the desk gasps. "Save your damn gasps. Get me patched up and I'll be out of here without causing you any trouble." I say as I walk past. "Sir!" she shouts. "HEY! I'm the bleeding guy here!" I shout back. "Any free doctors?" I ask every time I pass a door and open it. "Any GODDAMN doctors that aren't doing anything in here?!" I shout after become irritated. Security arrives, not looking happy. I turn to face them, and they see my injury. "Back off..." I mouth. They look at each other. "There's no way he can stand up, shout, and walk around with that!" one of them whispers. "WELL I AM! Get out of here!" I shout, walking towards them. One of them whips out his pistol. "Come on, shoot me. You'll just make everyone in this building panic!" I shout. They realize they have no other options, and calmly walk up to me. "Well find you a doctor..." one of them says calmly. "About time..." I mutter as I watch them walk past me. "Follow us..." the same security guard says. I do as told, hoping they're not lying to me.

[Kochieboy]

Name: Derek Koch
Health: 100/100
Status: Lonely, tired, sort of hungry.
Age: 21
Looks: Caucasian, male, Brown short hair, wears a dark suit and matching pants and tie, and wears black dress shoes.
Group: Criminals (German Mobsters)
Weapon: Shorty 12-Gauge, Ruger 9mm Pistol, and a Bowie Knife.
Skills: Leadership, Brave, Bullet-Soaker.
Bio: Where to start? I was raised in a german neighborhood in New Block City. Me, my mother, and my siblings were poor, but we made ourselves self-sufficient. My father on the other hand made a living by distributing illegal fires arms through the black market. He ran the local German Mob, until the day he died of natural causes. He was a great man, with great power. When he died, he passed on the responsibility to me. So now, I run them. The mob is getting a little antsy, seeing as the last time they did a robbery as a group was 2 years ago. Most of the time they do their own jobs, mugging, pickpocketing. I usually take a tribute from them. They don't seem to mind seeing as they are making money themselves. I'm a bit old fashoned when it comes to managing the mob, but it gets the job pretty well done in the end. We still hold control on the black market arms, but shipment haven't been coming in much lately. Basically, the mob still has quite a grip, but we aren't amazingly strong.

I stand out on the corner of the sidewalk, I have my umbrella out, seeing as it was going to rain. I light up a cigarette and let it sit between my lips. <I have respect in these parts. There's no doubt about that. The cops keep silent, because if they do anything about us, a total civil uprising may happen. We help this neighboor hood live, and if they get cut off, they won't be happy.> I take the cigarette out of my mouth to exhale some of the smoke. I feel a drop of rain hit my brow. <Looks like I'm right, we were getting rain.> I open up the umbrella. I put the cigarette back between my lips.

[Tomcat]

Name: Golan Detsrydovich.
Health (x/100): 98
Status (Are you hungry, happy, injured?): Bored and tired.
Age (must be above 18): 25.
Looks (just give us a general description): White, with a very subtle Slavic accent.
Group (Enforcers or criminals): Criminals.
Weapon (1 primary, 1 secondary, 1 melee): PP2000, AMT Backup, Taser and fists.
Skills (3 max): Fast-runner (self-explanatory). Disguised (able to disguise himself). Adrenaline Rush (Resists most pain for a few seconds).
It was nice to step off the plane after that long plane ride. I was supposed to me my contact, Alex, a hour or two ago. With 5,000 USD in my pockets and several thousand rubles overseas, I was set for life. But, I still wanted the sense of adventure I got from working with the MVD. So, I'm join to join up with the criminals here. I step out of the airport, and breathe in the fresh air. But I have to complete my mission. I wonder where I could hookup with the German mob. I continue to walk along the sidewalk, to the place where I'm supposed to meet my contact.
My cell phone rings, I pick it up, "Gol, your contact is picking you up at the airport, okay?"
"Da." I hang up. I walk back to the airport.

[Mikoyan]

Name: Alexandra Oyan
Health: 100/100
Status: Enlightened
Location: Airport
Age: 23
Looks: Long black hair, medium sized, sunglasses, black jumpsuit, balaclava around neck.

I pull into the arrival lane and open the door, "Comrade!" I hand him a bottle with clear liquid in it. "How is everyone? How's boss?" I say smiling while driving.

[xxxxkill]

"There appears to be pile-up on 818, I would advise taking another route, as that pile isn't going anywhere soon. In other ne-"
I shut off the TV, and collapsed backwards onto the couch. I jumped as I heard my radio going off. "Alexia, you there?"
I groped for the radio, grasping it in my hand and switching it on. "Yes, chief. What is it?"
"We got a bleeder in the hospital, about one or two miles away from you."
I rolled my eyes. "And this has anything to do with me why?"
"Because the security staff there isn't going to arrest him, plus you can patch him up better than the doctors there."
"Well then," I replied, getting up and grabbing my uniform, "when you put it that way." I started out the door, making sure I had my medical kit and weaponry.

[Tomcat]

Name: Golan Detsrydovich.
Health (x/100): 98
Status (Are you hungry, happy, injured?): Bored and tired.
Age (must be above 18): 25.
Looks (just give us a general description): White, with a very subtle Slavic accent.
Group (Enforcers or criminals): Criminals.
Weapon (1 primary, 1 secondary, 1 melee): PP2000, AMT Backup, Taser and fists.
Skills (3 max): Fast-runner (self-explanatory). Disguised (able to disguise himself). Adrenaline Rush (Resists most pain for a few seconds).
I step into the car and grab the bottle of vodka. I slip it into my messenger bag carefully.

[Mikoyan]

I notice he isn't in a talkitive mood. "I see you are tired. But please Gol, tell me how boss is?"