Post by Jckwik246369 on Aug 16, 2007 9:54:01 GMT -5
OOC: Let's get some action on this site.
IC: Martial law had been in place for almost 2 weeks, and the population was getting restless. Every day more news of arrests due to unrest grew more and more violent. The population wasn't happy. It was only a matter of time before the population erupted into full civil war.
In a small bar at the edge of the capitol a man sat at the edge of his seat. His table was about 2 meters from the wall, and he wasw constantly looking at it, as if he expected it to jump out and attack him.
In fact, he did. Gerand Hallow was more nervous than usual about the police. They usually avoided this place, but because they had an uncommon habit of turning up where they shouldn't the past few weeks he was nervous. Gerand was a tall man, almost 6 feet. He looked a little pudgy around the waist, but he was in great shape. He prided himself in disguises, and nature provided him with a perfect one in his waist. He was wearing a red and black shirt with black pants on. He knew this wasn't inconspicuous, but the police shouldn't show up...he hoped.
He ordered his third drink, gin with ice and spritz of lemon, just like his instructions said to. He wasn't a gin drinker, he preferred the Russian vodka, but you couldn't be too choosy while on a mission. The waiter, a short fat man with a large beefy mustache, brought it over, giving him a slight wink as he set down the glass.
That was where Gerand's instructions ended, so he drank the gin, and wondered what would happen next. As he finished the gin, the glass broke in his hand, and the pieces fell to the table. The waiter hurried over as Gerand studied the remains. They had fallen the wrong way for him to have broken them. Odd...it looked as though they had been struck by something.
"I'm sorry about the glass sir," said the waiter. "If you could just stand up?" Gerand stood, and as the waiter moved forward to clean the glass up Gerand felt something enter his back pocket. The waiter looked up and winked again. "I'm so sorry about this sir," said the waiter. "I hope you will come back again."
"I hope to," replied Gerand, and with that he left the bar. He went straight across the street to an alley that happened to have a street light there. He took the thing out of his back pocket and found a round object and a sheet of paper. The paper explained what he was to do, and the object only had one label, "For emergencies ONLY".
This left Gerand only one thing left to do: head home. He had nothing left to do here...except.
He spun around to peer back into the alley and the sound of a scuffle broke out and stopped. He had caught someone off guard. He went back further into the alley, and lunged over a box left there. He took whoever it was by suprise, and pinned them to the ground.
"Who are you...and why were you spying on me?"
OOC: This is an open rp...but only play your character, don't god-mind mine {Gerand is mine, only I get to play him, so it's not like writing a book because you only control one person}.
IC: Martial law had been in place for almost 2 weeks, and the population was getting restless. Every day more news of arrests due to unrest grew more and more violent. The population wasn't happy. It was only a matter of time before the population erupted into full civil war.
In a small bar at the edge of the capitol a man sat at the edge of his seat. His table was about 2 meters from the wall, and he wasw constantly looking at it, as if he expected it to jump out and attack him.
In fact, he did. Gerand Hallow was more nervous than usual about the police. They usually avoided this place, but because they had an uncommon habit of turning up where they shouldn't the past few weeks he was nervous. Gerand was a tall man, almost 6 feet. He looked a little pudgy around the waist, but he was in great shape. He prided himself in disguises, and nature provided him with a perfect one in his waist. He was wearing a red and black shirt with black pants on. He knew this wasn't inconspicuous, but the police shouldn't show up...he hoped.
He ordered his third drink, gin with ice and spritz of lemon, just like his instructions said to. He wasn't a gin drinker, he preferred the Russian vodka, but you couldn't be too choosy while on a mission. The waiter, a short fat man with a large beefy mustache, brought it over, giving him a slight wink as he set down the glass.
That was where Gerand's instructions ended, so he drank the gin, and wondered what would happen next. As he finished the gin, the glass broke in his hand, and the pieces fell to the table. The waiter hurried over as Gerand studied the remains. They had fallen the wrong way for him to have broken them. Odd...it looked as though they had been struck by something.
"I'm sorry about the glass sir," said the waiter. "If you could just stand up?" Gerand stood, and as the waiter moved forward to clean the glass up Gerand felt something enter his back pocket. The waiter looked up and winked again. "I'm so sorry about this sir," said the waiter. "I hope you will come back again."
"I hope to," replied Gerand, and with that he left the bar. He went straight across the street to an alley that happened to have a street light there. He took the thing out of his back pocket and found a round object and a sheet of paper. The paper explained what he was to do, and the object only had one label, "For emergencies ONLY".
This left Gerand only one thing left to do: head home. He had nothing left to do here...except.
He spun around to peer back into the alley and the sound of a scuffle broke out and stopped. He had caught someone off guard. He went back further into the alley, and lunged over a box left there. He took whoever it was by suprise, and pinned them to the ground.
"Who are you...and why were you spying on me?"
OOC: This is an open rp...but only play your character, don't god-mind mine {Gerand is mine, only I get to play him, so it's not like writing a book because you only control one person}.