Post by Spartacus on Jun 20, 2007 12:20:39 GMT -8
OOC: Please Pm me if you want to join.
He had found them, the gang that had murder his mentor. They where called the "Colors" a name symbolizing several other gangs forming under one banner. They wore the white and black and where very easy to locate. They met underneath one of the local bridges each night. Tony didn't know if they where armed or not, yet he didn't care at all, he just wanted revenge.
Tony Jones, 6ft ,162 lbs , long sliver hair and dull blues eyes, He sat on the very last seat of a city bus. He wore a a red tank top a large black leather jacket and tight black jeans. He clutched a wooden baseball bat to his chest as he starred out the bus's window. The steady hum of the tires on the asphalt was hypnotic, but he was too nervous to be tranced. His heart was racing, he was really going to do this, he was going to try and kill them all. He clutched the bat tighter, as he was the only one on the bus.
Ok Tony relax and count to four.
1...
Tony slowly rose from his seat as the bus stopped. He clutched the bat tighter as he stepped off the bus. The night was cool and dark, only the ominous moon and the dull streetlights lit the way to his vengeance.
2....
The bat was trapped in Tony's iron like grip,the bridge was not too faraway from him. It would only take a few minutes to get there. He thought it would be probably be a good idea to walk slowly on the way there to conserve his strength.
3... scenario
He was gaining speed without even knowing it. By the time he reached the bridge he found himself sprinting. He held the bat over his head as he ran underneath the bridge and seeing the gang members he ran a little faster.
4...
He smashed the bat over one of the gang members head, knocking him on the ground unconscious. Before anyone the thugs could act or even speak. He swung the bat into another a gang members face sending him a couple of feet across the ground . The other gang member quickly jumped on him stripping the bat away from his hands. They held Tony to the ground one thug on each arm and leg. They opened up his legs exposing his unprotected crouch. One of the thugs chuckled and rose the bat over his head.
"Little motherfucker."
Tony closed his eyes, he had failed and now he was going to die. He wondered if the nuns even notice that he didn't return that night or even the next morning. He wasn't even going to be on the front page for being so stupid , what a shame, he always took good photos.
He had found them, the gang that had murder his mentor. They where called the "Colors" a name symbolizing several other gangs forming under one banner. They wore the white and black and where very easy to locate. They met underneath one of the local bridges each night. Tony didn't know if they where armed or not, yet he didn't care at all, he just wanted revenge.
Tony Jones, 6ft ,162 lbs , long sliver hair and dull blues eyes, He sat on the very last seat of a city bus. He wore a a red tank top a large black leather jacket and tight black jeans. He clutched a wooden baseball bat to his chest as he starred out the bus's window. The steady hum of the tires on the asphalt was hypnotic, but he was too nervous to be tranced. His heart was racing, he was really going to do this, he was going to try and kill them all. He clutched the bat tighter, as he was the only one on the bus.
Ok Tony relax and count to four.
1...
Tony slowly rose from his seat as the bus stopped. He clutched the bat tighter as he stepped off the bus. The night was cool and dark, only the ominous moon and the dull streetlights lit the way to his vengeance.
2....
The bat was trapped in Tony's iron like grip,the bridge was not too faraway from him. It would only take a few minutes to get there. He thought it would be probably be a good idea to walk slowly on the way there to conserve his strength.
3... scenario
He was gaining speed without even knowing it. By the time he reached the bridge he found himself sprinting. He held the bat over his head as he ran underneath the bridge and seeing the gang members he ran a little faster.
4...
He smashed the bat over one of the gang members head, knocking him on the ground unconscious. Before anyone the thugs could act or even speak. He swung the bat into another a gang members face sending him a couple of feet across the ground . The other gang member quickly jumped on him stripping the bat away from his hands. They held Tony to the ground one thug on each arm and leg. They opened up his legs exposing his unprotected crouch. One of the thugs chuckled and rose the bat over his head.
"Little motherfucker."
Tony closed his eyes, he had failed and now he was going to die. He wondered if the nuns even notice that he didn't return that night or even the next morning. He wasn't even going to be on the front page for being so stupid , what a shame, he always took good photos.
