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Author Topic: Highler Ridge :: The Experimental City [Problem Solved]  (Read 30198 times)

"Hello," I walk over. "A Gang was found near a parking lot around downtown, I guess I have to order some people around again." I smirk, "It is kinda hard being a commander and all."

I eye a man walking across a parking lot from across the street. I exhale smoke from my own cigarette, keeping the cigarette resting on my lower lip.

Alexander glances to his right, and nods his head toward his car.

Name: Serena Yantis
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Place in Society: Criminal
Personality: Prefers actions over words, resulting in being seen as more of a silent type. Despite that fact, can be rather hesitant depending on the situation. Tends to be a lone wolf but knows when to work with others, and is a bit of a perfectionist.
Appearance: Caucasian, 5' 6", long black hair, leaning on the skinny side, green eyes.
Inventory: Generic knife.
Clothing: Light blue jeans, a blue zip up jacket and a generic white shirt underneath.
Previous RPs*: Broken World, the previous Highler Ridge, Apocalypse.
Other**: Murder.

I walk around a corner into an empty parking lot carrying a bag of fast food, noticing a lone man in the parking lot. "So much for a secluded spot." I mutter under my breath as I walk towards the lone van.

I look to my left and right and push myself away from the wall I was leaning on. As I approach the man, I throw the cigarette down and twist my foot on it.

I peek out of the back of the van and signal the woman in the blue jacket over to my van. "Come on man!" I hiss.

I nod. "When are we leaving?"

Alexander smiles as the man approaches, "U tebya yestʹ denʹgi? Ya ne pokupayu vy pʹyet etot raz." he says, taking a puff from his cigarette.

I place my hand on my ear, "Hm." I say, as I turn to a SWAT Van pull up, "Alexia, orders are for you to mission to a parking lot." I point to two other men, "Guys, your ordered to be under me for a mission."

I give Alexia a earpiece, "Let's do it."

"Da," I smile and open the passenger's side door, "Da."

He chuckles, and walks around the hood of the car, opening the driver's side door and climbing inside.  He starts the car, and pulls out of the parking lot, peeling out down the street.

I step up next to the van and hand the bag to the man. "Remember, not all of that is for you."

I put on the earpiece and hop into the van, pulling my M4A1 from its position strapped to my back.

I pull the girl inside and shut the door. "Yum."

"What the forget was that van?" I say in my semi-thick Russian accent.