Author Topic: Highler Ridge :: Rebirth (Read 19527 times)

Mikoyan · June 02, 2013, 01:15:45 AM

12:00.. Dear lord what a mistake... The rush was almost too much for me. I anxiously looked around but all I could see were heads. The foreign side of me must've been blatant. My best bet was to just wait the rush out, so I continued walking.

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Jokey365 · June 02, 2013, 01:47:27 AM

NAME | Maxwell Nappy
LOCA | Goodyear; walking down the sidewalk near Inside Out Burger.
ACTN | Walking with the 12:00 lunch rush.
INVT | 'Pocket' knife, large enough to strike fear before the first stab.
OBJV | Get somewhere I need to go.
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I plow through the crowd, bumping shoulders with everyone I can. I had places to be, I wasn't waiting around.
Some people yelled profanities at me as they vanished into the crowd, but I payed no mind to them.
My mind was set, I was going to prep myself to burn down a drug house.

Nonnel · June 02, 2013, 02:57:02 AM

Quote from: Caution on May 29, 2013, 01:51:06 AM

Okay, so my main goal here is to inspire you to be creative in thinking up a backstory for your character. No one said it had to be original - be a Pegorino from GTA IV or be Niko, be Walter White or Jesse from Breaking Bad, or just be some kid who thought he was selling oregano but it turned out to be some weed. Make people interested in who you are.

I didn't even notice this. I had Jesse in mind when I made my character.

NAME | Ed Berens
LOCA | Bright Annex
ACTN | Looking about in a drug house
INVT | $8.09, a switchblade, an ounce of weed, two packs of cigarettes, some pasta mix, and an ID.
OBJV | I need a car and a gun. And drugs. Lots of drugs.

I'd made my way down to this party. Not an especially joyful one, but one where a bunch of people were sticking needles in their veins and loving each other. I had a shot of heroin. A few people were staring at a wall, so I decided to join them. They didn't seem to like that and pulled a knife on me, so I backed off. After looking through a few cabinets, I found some cigarettes and some pasta mix, so I stole them. It was a pretty good time.

mlockha · June 02, 2013, 03:15:21 AM

I sat in my car and lit a cigar. I blew the smoke out and looked at the product in the back. I had 2 kilos of cocaine and 5 Glocks. With those 5 Glocks, I also had 2 Uzi's. Time to go find some customers.

Comatose · June 02, 2013, 10:48:34 AM

As I drove, it was silent in the car. I always keep the radio off, ever since I had a run-in with a drunkard who's car I hit because I wasn't playing attention. He beat me half to death on the roadway with a bat and stole everything except my ID; no one stopped, nobody even gave a damn. I had to drive myself, with a broken arm, broken nose, and a concussion to the hospital.

This city is scared, and the drug dealers, organized crime leaders, and politicians feed off of its fear. If you die, expect your body to be dumped in a shallow grave because whoever killed you cares more about money than honor.

I pulled in to the apartment building parking lot. As I got out, my ears were assaulted by the sounds of Goodyear: taxi horns blaring, people yelling. This was my home.

I walked into the apartment building, which always smelled of ammonia. The only things that weren't clean were the stairwells. I checked our mailbox, pulled the mail out, and walked up to our apartment. I unlocked the door, and pushed it open. "I'm home, is anyone here?" I announced, and received no response. On the refrigerator, there was a note. I pulled it off the fridge and read it.

ALAN,

YOUR FATHER, KATE, AND I WILL BE GONE UNTIL TOMORROW. REMEMBER TO FEED THE CAT.

LOVE, MOM

I smiled and looked down the hallway, finding our cat Cabbage. Why the hell did we name it Cabbage? I have no idea. Cabbage sauntered over and brushed against my leg. I picked her up, set her down next to her food bowl, and poured her some Meow Mix. As she ate, I walked over to the TV, turned it on, and began to watch the news.

Jokey365 · June 02, 2013, 01:43:13 PM

NAME | Maxwell Nappy
LOCA | Goodyear; walking down the sidewalk near Thug Life.
ACTN | Walking with the 12:00 lunch rush.
INVT | 'Pocket' knife, large enough to strike fear before the first stab.
OBJV | Get somewhere I need to go.
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There was only really one stop needed, and that was the 'Thug Life' store. Two floors of hipster wear, gangster wear, and memes. It was sickening. I grabbed a hoodie, some jeans, skateboarding shoes and a bandana. After slipping into the changing room and putting on my new threads, I ripped off all of the price tags and slipped out of the store. "Uh, sir? Sir?!" I heard as I walked back into the rush. That went better than expected.

Mikoyan · June 02, 2013, 01:47:55 PM

A man wearing atrocious clothing bumps into me while rushing out of a 'thug life' store. "Hey watch where you go!" my accent is almost sickening.

Jokey365 · June 02, 2013, 01:53:55 PM

Quote from: Mikoyan on June 02, 2013, 01:47:55 PM

atrocious clothing

How dare you.

A man I bump shoulders with shouts at me in a disgusting accent. "Were you raised under a Russian and a Mexican? That accent is horrible." I say before moving on.

Mikoyan · June 02, 2013, 02:12:43 PM

I DISCREETLY FOLLOW THE MAN

mlockha · June 02, 2013, 02:21:23 PM

I begin to drive and look for a customer.

Amerax · June 02, 2013, 02:58:30 PM

NAME | Brandon Sawyer
LOCA | Edina; In my high-rise apartment.
ACTN | Sitting in my apartment, smoking weed.
INVT | A lighter, my wallet ($200), an oz of weed, and my gun.
OBJV | To get high and watch cartoons.
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It was never really my goal in life to sit at home and smoke weed. Hell, I'm not even sure how I got here so easily. I live in a nice apartment, I've got nice furniture, and enough weed to last me months. It all happened a few years ago, when me and my bud Jeremy first got into the drug trade. We we're selling all sorts of illegal stuff, meth being the worst.

Everything was going great until the day we got our biggest deal yet. Some rich dude offered to give us a million dollars for some special type of drug. The issue? This stuff was illegal as all hell. I'm not sure what was in it, but after about a month of working to get the stuff, we went back to the man and gave him his fix, and he gave us the briefcase full of cash. We decided to split it, 50/50. The issue was that, hey, Jeremy wanted it all. I cant really blame the guy, a million dollars is a lot of money.

Too bad he didn't make it far enough to kill me. He wanted the money, but I wanted it that much more. As we were leaving the mansion, I shot Jeremy dead. I hopped in my car, sped off, moved to Edina, and here I am. I am running, low, though. Last time I checked my bank account, I had barely enough to afford another months rent.

I really dont want to get back into the drug trade business.

*Click*
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"Dammit. Theres never anything good on tv anymore." I slammed the TV remote down. I stood up and walked over to the window overlooking the city. Despite the crime, it was a great looking city. Trouble was, its hard to support an apartment like this on street money. I guess I should have invested in something... Smaller. I sigh, and finish smoking.

I guess I really will have to get back into the drug trade. I leave my apartment and begin to walk the streets.

Jokey365 · June 02, 2013, 06:10:42 PM

NAME | Maxwell Nappy
LOCA | Bright Annex; inside a the kitchen of a drug house.
ACTN | Waiting around on a kitchen counter.
INVT | 'Pocket' knife, large enough to strike fear before the first stab.
OBJV | Get into the basement.
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The walk was long and irritating. Through the lunch rush and across the bridge with constant horns and screeching of breaks, I finally got into Bright Annex. The drug house wasn't that hard to find, I just had to follow the cops. The horribly loud techno music was a good way to find it too. It was as much of a dump as I remembered it to be, but somehow people were actually coming here for some sort of drug party. Savages. Nobody was checking for invites or if you were 'on the list' so I was able to slide inside without problems. I was practically high the moment I entered the building. Smoke, everywhere. People were either smoking, drinking, stabbing themselves with needles or having love. It made me sick to my stomach. The drug lab was probably downstairs. After moving past a bunch of drug-happy fools, I found a locked door in the kitchen. Well, I wonder what could be down here. I wasn't going down there unarmed, because by the looks of things, some of the bigger men who didn't look as drug-happy as the others were armed. I sat on a counter in the kitchen, waiting for an opening.

Nonnel · June 02, 2013, 06:31:50 PM

NAME | Ed Berens
LOCA | Bright Annex; inside the kitchen of a drug house
ACTN | Looking about in a drug house
INVT | $8.09, a switchblade, an ounce of weed, two packs of cigarettes, some pasta mix, and an ID.
OBJV | I need a car and a gun. And drugs. Lots of drugs.

A guy wearing some pretty cool clothes was sitting on the counter. Something about him seemed more put together than the other people here. For one thing, there wasn't a ribbon around his arm. I decide he looked better than anyone else here to talk to.

"Hey, wanna buy some pot?"

Jokey365 · June 02, 2013, 06:39:10 PM

"Pot. That's a good one. Who do you think I am? Some fool who will give you all of his cash for some pot? No."

Nonnel · June 02, 2013, 06:42:49 PM

"Why the forget are you even here, dude? You're probably just really high and think you're some business guy or something."