Post by Roth O'Roak on Oct 24, 2010 14:33:26 GMT -8
Beautiful. Thats all that could be used to describe that morning. The sun shone bright all over SoCal. Roth sniffed the air. Ehh, the air quality could be better, but it was the city after all. Plus he lived in a strip joint, a light stench of skank filled the building and the air around it.
It was Saturday. Finally Saturday. Today was the day. The day where Roth would take on his most important mission. The day that could end in his untimely death. The day he would get his dog back.
Previous to Long Beach, Roth had lived in a Suburb of the city of San Diego; Chula Vista. Now in the town only a few miles from the Mexican Border was a school. A large collective of military, high school, and college campus' all created in the sense of unity. And corporal punishment. Where if you weren't kicking the shit out of someone, someone was kicking the shit out of you.
At the school Roth had a few luxuries, he had a nice boat he had bought during time at a school up in Seattle, and a dog. A small male Boston Terrier named Carlos. Now Carlos was found at sea left to die by an unknown third party. He was rescued and taken in by Roth where he served as first mate on the boat, as well as chick magnet.
Then something bad happened at the Chula Vista Collective. Murder. Two teachers were found dead, both shot in cold blood on the roof of a building only known as MAPP. Following the murders EVERYONE on the school's grounds was a suspect. The school went on red alert def con 4 lock down.
Now that on it's own was relatively reasonable. But here was the thing. Roth had been unknowingly taking drugs. The Yakuza were after him, but instead of killing him used him as an experiment on a new drug they were developing. It gave strength, endurance, but at a cost to sanity. Roth began to lose it and saw haunting visions of his deceased sister.
Now, you take both these horrors and mix them together along with the fact that Roth had a stolen gun, shit got comp-located. Roth panicked until he got a call. A mysterious man named Esau told him how to escape Chula Vista and escorted him here, Los Angeles. Only one problem: Roth forgot Carlos, his dog.
The mission now: Take his car (a gift from his new friend Marcus) and perhaps Marcus, head down to San Diego, sneak into a school on supreme lock down, don;t get caught, find his dog, get out with his dog, and make it back to Long Beach in one piece. Easy.
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"Yo! Marcus!"
Roth yelled put in the empty strip joint for his partner Marcus. Another man whose fate had been changed by the Mysterious Man; Esau.
"What the fuck you want bitch!?"
"We're going for a ride."
Marcus got up from behind a desk in the back room and came out to confront Roth.
"What the fuck did you do now?"
Roth looked at Marcus with a small look of desperation on his face.
"I forgot something back in Chula Vista, I need to go get it."
"Fuck no!"
Just the answer he was looking for. Roth charged at Marcus and grabbed Marcus' throat slamming him against a wall. Roth looked him dead in the eye with pissed look on his face.
"We're going to Chula Vista to get my shit. Get your shit, we're leaving in 5 minutes."
Roth left the strip joint on those words leaving Marcus stunned at what happened. But now he knew just how serious Roth was. A dog is a mans' best friend.
The sun was still beautiful as it always is in the west. Roth went around back to the garage. Inside were the cars. Roth's car was a gift from Marcus, which must've been a gift from Esau. Either way all that mattered was that these things were fast as hell and looked amazing.
BOOM!
A loud explosion shook the ground under Roth's feet. He turned around to see a street out in the distance. Two cars slammed into each other, one blown to hell the other set ablaze, about to blow with someone still inside.
Roth dashed as fast as he could. He was one of the first ones on the scene. He had no idea how he'd gotten there so fast (hint of Charge Qi). Roth looked on as more and more people began to crowd up with him. There was a man still in the car.
Without warning the door to the flaming car burst open. Out steped a large heavyset man with an AK-47 under his arm. Everyone in the crowd shreiked in fear of death, but nobody ran. Doing so would be deadly.
Roth looked over his shoulder seeing MArcus back at the strip joint. He was his, and anyone else in the crowd's only shot at survival until the cops arrived.
'MARCUS! GET THE CAHS!"
Roth's full Boston accent echoed through the streets to Marcus. The lean black man ran to the garage behind the joint getting his car. Roth then adressed the crowd as the large armed man starred in awe at the the flamming car.
"Hey I can get a few people out of here right now! Just hop in the car quick!"
As his voiced belowed those commands Marcus' black and white Honda NSX roared up the the crowd and difted 180 degrees. It didn't matter who got in, on, or held on to the car, he was getting those lucky few (you posters) out of there.
(ooc: Cars:
Honda NSX: MArcus
Toyota Supra: Roth
It was Saturday. Finally Saturday. Today was the day. The day where Roth would take on his most important mission. The day that could end in his untimely death. The day he would get his dog back.
Previous to Long Beach, Roth had lived in a Suburb of the city of San Diego; Chula Vista. Now in the town only a few miles from the Mexican Border was a school. A large collective of military, high school, and college campus' all created in the sense of unity. And corporal punishment. Where if you weren't kicking the shit out of someone, someone was kicking the shit out of you.
At the school Roth had a few luxuries, he had a nice boat he had bought during time at a school up in Seattle, and a dog. A small male Boston Terrier named Carlos. Now Carlos was found at sea left to die by an unknown third party. He was rescued and taken in by Roth where he served as first mate on the boat, as well as chick magnet.
Then something bad happened at the Chula Vista Collective. Murder. Two teachers were found dead, both shot in cold blood on the roof of a building only known as MAPP. Following the murders EVERYONE on the school's grounds was a suspect. The school went on red alert def con 4 lock down.
Now that on it's own was relatively reasonable. But here was the thing. Roth had been unknowingly taking drugs. The Yakuza were after him, but instead of killing him used him as an experiment on a new drug they were developing. It gave strength, endurance, but at a cost to sanity. Roth began to lose it and saw haunting visions of his deceased sister.
Now, you take both these horrors and mix them together along with the fact that Roth had a stolen gun, shit got comp-located. Roth panicked until he got a call. A mysterious man named Esau told him how to escape Chula Vista and escorted him here, Los Angeles. Only one problem: Roth forgot Carlos, his dog.
The mission now: Take his car (a gift from his new friend Marcus) and perhaps Marcus, head down to San Diego, sneak into a school on supreme lock down, don;t get caught, find his dog, get out with his dog, and make it back to Long Beach in one piece. Easy.
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"Yo! Marcus!"
Roth yelled put in the empty strip joint for his partner Marcus. Another man whose fate had been changed by the Mysterious Man; Esau.
"What the fuck you want bitch!?"
"We're going for a ride."
Marcus got up from behind a desk in the back room and came out to confront Roth.
"What the fuck did you do now?"
Roth looked at Marcus with a small look of desperation on his face.
"I forgot something back in Chula Vista, I need to go get it."
"Fuck no!"
Just the answer he was looking for. Roth charged at Marcus and grabbed Marcus' throat slamming him against a wall. Roth looked him dead in the eye with pissed look on his face.
"We're going to Chula Vista to get my shit. Get your shit, we're leaving in 5 minutes."
Roth left the strip joint on those words leaving Marcus stunned at what happened. But now he knew just how serious Roth was. A dog is a mans' best friend.
The sun was still beautiful as it always is in the west. Roth went around back to the garage. Inside were the cars. Roth's car was a gift from Marcus, which must've been a gift from Esau. Either way all that mattered was that these things were fast as hell and looked amazing.
BOOM!
A loud explosion shook the ground under Roth's feet. He turned around to see a street out in the distance. Two cars slammed into each other, one blown to hell the other set ablaze, about to blow with someone still inside.
Roth dashed as fast as he could. He was one of the first ones on the scene. He had no idea how he'd gotten there so fast (hint of Charge Qi). Roth looked on as more and more people began to crowd up with him. There was a man still in the car.
Without warning the door to the flaming car burst open. Out steped a large heavyset man with an AK-47 under his arm. Everyone in the crowd shreiked in fear of death, but nobody ran. Doing so would be deadly.
Roth looked over his shoulder seeing MArcus back at the strip joint. He was his, and anyone else in the crowd's only shot at survival until the cops arrived.
'MARCUS! GET THE CAHS!"
Roth's full Boston accent echoed through the streets to Marcus. The lean black man ran to the garage behind the joint getting his car. Roth then adressed the crowd as the large armed man starred in awe at the the flamming car.
"Hey I can get a few people out of here right now! Just hop in the car quick!"
As his voiced belowed those commands Marcus' black and white Honda NSX roared up the the crowd and difted 180 degrees. It didn't matter who got in, on, or held on to the car, he was getting those lucky few (you posters) out of there.
(ooc: Cars:
Honda NSX: MArcus
Toyota Supra: Roth