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Author Topic: Highler Ridge :: The Experimental City [Problem Solved]  (Read 20873 times)

The roof he is running on caves in and he breaks his legs as he falls into someone's apartment.  Also the homeowner shoots him with a MOSSBERG M300 SAWN OFF

Alex reads the newspaper.

Horatio stands outside of a cafe, looking over a picture. He flips it over it says, "Starbucks, 8:52 Sharp!" Horatio looks around until a man bumps into him and drops what appears to be a lunch box. Horatio nods and picks it up and jogs across the street, and hops into the passenger seat of a black van. The van zips off down the street at precisely 50 km/h.

The van arrives at Horatios hideout and the garage door opens, their greeted by Ted and the gang 'gunsmith'. The garage door closes behind the van as it pulls in, and the gunsmith walks over to the passenger window. "Boss, did we get the package?" Horatio nods and hands over the Lunch Box. The Gunsmith takes it and walks over to a nearby table and opens it.

The Lunchbox contains 4 fragmentation grenades and a note, "Put 'em to good use." The gunsmith grows a smirk and signals Horatio and Ted to come over and take a look for themselves. Horatio opens the passenger door and hops out and slams the door behind him before walking over to the Gunsmith and looking at the grenades. " These will do us good in the near future. " The Gunsmith says. The gunsmith suddenly jerks his head back and looks to Horatio, "Oh that MP5 is done by the way, but we've got a problem." Horatio looks over and says, "No magazines?" The gunsmith nods and looks back to the Fragmentation Grenades.

"Of course these'll make up quite a bit for that, so we've gotta possibly buy or smuggle some ammunition in for the future." Horatio makes a grunting noise before replying, "You think all this smugglings easy? Who knows what hell that guy went through to get these 'nades." The gunsmith lets out a sigh before nodding, "Sure sure. But if or when we can, make sure we get a good amount." Horatio nods and looks over to Ted who appears to be examining the grenades. Ted says, "I've never seen a grenade up close before, it's somewhat frightening." Horatio nods and says, "I'll entrust you with these." Teds head shoots up and gets a rather pale look on his face, "What?! Why me?!" Horatio replies, "Because if this place get raided or someone goes awol and tries to take some we're up stuff creak." Ted nods with a gulp and looks back down to the grenades before closing the Lunchbox and picking it up. "Oh and one more thing, Ted." Horatio says and looks over to a Gangster, "Hey forget head! Gimme your glock!" The gangster shrugs before walking over and handing out his Glock to Horatio before Horatio snatches it out of his hands and hands it to Ted, "Incase the 5'0 try stuff." Ted nods and takes the pistol, stuffing it into the back of his pants and untucking his white polo shirt.

"Now lets watch some TV" Horatio says, Ted nods and the two walk over to the TV and do their usual routine, watch television.

You know that civilians can buy MP5's right grunterd?

Name: Ashley Whirlow
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Place in Society: Cop, mother forgeter.
Personality: Stubborn, outspoken, sarcastic, and funny
Appearance:  5'7", 120 pounds. Long blonde hair, and very fit.
Inventory: House Keys, Pocket carrot, and a revolver.
Clothing: Cop clothes, durr
Picture*: forget you
Backstory*: I was a girl and now im a woman
Previous RPs*: forget you
Other**: forget YOU


Name: Ashley Whirlow
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Place in Society: Cop, mother forgeter.
Personality: Stubborn, outspoken, sarcastic, and funny
Appearance:  5'7", 120 pounds. Long blonde hair, and very fit.
Inventory: House Keys, Pocket carrot, and a revolver.
Clothing: Cop clothes, durr
Picture*: forget you
Backstory*: I was a girl and now im a woman
Previous RPs*: forget you
Other**: forget YOU
I'm going to regret this later, but fine.

After the long ride, the escorting through the station, and the stop at the bathroom, I was sitting in my cell, waiting for either somebody to let me have my one phone call or send me somewhere so I can have fun with somebody interrogating me. "WHY DID YOU ROB THAT TRAIN?" they would shout. "I needed money." I would answer. Oh boy, I was going to have fun here.

Hi Jokey, I'm back!  

Name: Geoffrey MacPhail
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Place in Society: Amature thief
Personality: Quiet and reserved, but outspoken when under pressure
Appearance:  5'3" | Sandy blonde hair | Blue eyes
Inventory: Swiss army knife | Champion 50 M water resistant watch | 4.5 inches of string | Wallet | 4 inch spring assisted knife | Pocket dictionary
Clothing: Grey shoes | Black bootie socks | Blue jeans | Blue "Maine" T-shirt | Green hoodie | Square-rim glasses
Picture*: Nope
Backstory*: Nope
Previous RPs*: Your Apocalypse RP, and a million others from before time
Other**: German-Scottish | Sucker for cats
« Last Edit: October 31, 2012, 04:32:53 PM by morningstar »

Hi Jokey, I'm back! 

Name: Geoffrey MacPhail
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Place in Society: Part time delivery guy, part time thief for hire
Personality: Quiet and reserved, but outspoken when under pressure
Appearance:  5'9" | Sandy blonde hair | Blue eyes | Small heart tattoo with indistinguishable name inside
Inventory: Swiss army knife | Champion 50 M water resistant watch | 4.5 inches of string | Wallet | 4 inch spring assisted knife | Pocket dictionary
Clothing: Grey shoes | Black bootie socks | Blue jeans | Blue "Maine" T-shirt | Green hoodie | Square-rim glasses
Picture*: Nope
Backstory*: Nope
Previous RPs*: Your Apocalypse RP, and a million others from before time
Other**: German-Scottish | Sucker for cats

Age seems a little out of place.

Is there a rule on our ages?  If I wanna be a ---
Shiz.  How can I have a job at my age?  
I'm just gonna... edit that a bit.  

Done. 

Is there a rule on our ages?  If I wanna be a ---
Shiz.  How can I have a job at my age?  
I'm just gonna... edit that a bit.  

Done. 
I'm just saying, it was a bit out of place. 14 year old with everything else you had.
Eh.

I begin amusing myself with a piece of string.

I'm just saying, it was a bit out of place. 14 year old with everything else you had.
I'm 14 and I have 2 knives

One's a swiss, doesnt count. 


I mean, one's a swiss army knife. 

I dont know what im doing or where everyone is, so...

I go to bed, thinking about what tomorrow may bring.