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Post by Raphael Scarpa on Nov 19, 2009 23:42:38 GMT -7
NPCPolly"..."Once again Tetsuya had found himself in a tight situation with his very close yet dangerous friend. For someone that had the abilities to destroy the very earth would fall victim to her vicious ways. She was sweet and kind when she was ready, but when she got angry...even the toughest guys would piss their pants. Before he could open the door he had notice the barrier of wood fly open with her crystal like orbs darting towards him. instantly his hands flew up as if she had a gun and he kept himself silent. she frowned at him and both arms crossed with the longest dead silence known to him. The very suspense killed him as he panicked about what she was gonna say or do, or how’d he react to everything. The tension within the dead silence pressured his heart to relieve himself to utter anything to stop the torture, but he knew that if he said anything....things would get worse. slowly his hands swooped down to each pockets and he ventured inside as she moved aside to grant him enough space to enter and quckly closed the door. Now was where the real hell would begin as he sat down and locked on to every movement she made as she went into the fridge to get herself something to drink. He felt like a little kid and she was his mom, ready to teach him a lesson and beat him to death. "Listen Po-" "Shut up! You don't say anything Suya"He rubbed his face constantly in stress as he seen her stare off and become lost in her thoughts and glass of milk. She had done alot for him on several occasions and made sure he didn’t go to bed hungry, and now the one time he had to do something to help her out...he couldn’t do it. He didn’t blame her for being pissed and she had all her right to do so. Every now and then she’d stare at him in hatred and disgust and then explore other views within the room. It appeared she was lost on what words to say or maybe she was holding back for the sake of his soul not being crush. She knew that she was the only one that Tetsuya could really trust and someone he held on to real tight because he had nothing else. "Suya I was depending on you so much for this amount....How do you expect me to get out of this hell hole now! huh?" Her voice wasn’t as fierce as he expect and somewhat filled with grieve and anguish. He almost wished that she could of just pounded him with her first instead of speaking such sad words. She never told him what the money was for and refuse to tell him for personal reasons. He slowly brought himself up with a cold bitter taste expression. He couldn’t take anymore of what she said and refused to hear more of it but her eyes flared at him so harshly that he froze and was bound in his position. "I need that money Suya. Or else things won't turn out good for me...or you. ""Dezzi look. I'll find a way to get the money. I know i told you today, but i'll find something...I promise"He quickly went out the door and didn’t even announce when he’d return back. She looked very concern with what he said and had bad feelings that he would get himself into trouble. all she did was just sit in her couch and drown herself in thoughts of negativity. As for Tetsuya, he would find himself roaming the streets once again...searching for a solution to end her troubles Polly! i'll find something for ya! don't worry
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Post by Drysdale on Nov 20, 2009 9:20:11 GMT -7
Drysdale stared down at the glass in his hand in pure disdain. He took a small sip of the hard liquor, then placed it with a thud on the bar counter, and resuming his stare. Almost empty.... why was it almost empty? He grimaced, and let his free hand drift to his pockets in search of any other money that he may have... and of course. Nothing. He was broke. The man sighed, and swirled the remaining contents of his glass around and downing them with one last gulp. He gritted his teeth and stood up from his stool at the bar, before walking towards the exit...
But not before moving slyly by a near by table and quickly grabbing the tip that had been left their for its server. A couple dollars... normally he'd feel moderate content for this small victory, but not today. He'd be able to buy a couple of cigarettes, nothing more, he needed a lot more cash to solve his current problems.
Drysdale exited the bar, into the cool night air, and allowed his blue eyes to survey the streets that he had become so familiar. He sighed once more, and shuffled around in his pockets for a cigarette before noticing that he didn't even have one...
"Perfect."
A perfect end. To a perfect day.
Not only was he broke, but he'd been evicted from his apartment the night before. That was nothing new to him, as he was used to moving from place to place while he was in-between 'opportunities', but this time it was worse. Generally he could find some poor saps to hustle in a game of cards, or any other casino like activities, but his usual gambling spot had thrown him out, and taken back all his winnings for the day. Something about him being too perfect... he hadn't been careful, and had gotten carried away. Winning too much money at one time was often cause for suspicion. And thus, he had ended up here. Broke, alone, and slightly tipsy. A perfect combination. And with yet another sigh (it was becoming almost habitual tonight), he straightened his tie, fixed his white shirt and vest that gave him the appearance of a young business man, rather than a vagabond, and went on his way.
He needed a new place, his usual hideaways lacked the comfort that his own apartment supplied him with... and he needed cash. As he traversed the streets his criminal mind began to take over. What could he do... oh. Duh. Steal. He considered finding someone to con, he was usually good at that... but that would take too much effort. Nah. He'd go fishing instead... he just needed a target... someone who looked as if they had stacks.
There. He blinked and grinned. A young guy, around his age, perhaps a year or two younger. A little bigger than him, but size rarely mattered when it came to Drysdale. What mattered more was his appearance, and this other man had one that made Drysdale automatically think nobility. Plus that cross around his neck... chains usually equaled cash. Without wasting his time, he swiftly walked past the other young man, lightly bumping shoulders with him.
"My bad." He muttered, in a tone that would make it sound like he was just in a hurry, and hadn't been paying attention. However, the second their shoulders made contact, his fingers had found their target... the other guy's pocket, or more importantly, his wallet. Fishing was always fun.
And with that, he was hurrying away, the man's wallet firmly in Drysdale's pocket. He grinned. Success. Later he'd check to see exactly what treasure he had found, but for now he needed to get out of sight before his target noticed something missing.
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Post by Raphael Scarpa on Nov 21, 2009 17:00:12 GMT -7
Once again depression has imprison the street brawler as he helplessly wonder through the streets with his hands buried in his pockets. his head carrying the weight of guilt, which force it to lower in a shameful state. Those words spoken to him not long ago replayed in his head over and over like a broken recorder. The words that fell out her lips were filled with lost hope. she had placed all her burden on him to expect success. She believed that he could bring her out of the sudden hell hole she was banished in and that he would return with a shovel to dig her out. Only to find out that he would show up with hands empty. He couldn’t imagine how heart broken she was to have believe in a lost cause. The more he thought about it, the more his heart pounded with grieve. that straining feeling in his throat tensed on as he visioned the sadden face of Polly. For the whole of his time he’s spend there with polly, although he didn’t show it..He always tried his best to never let her down when she truly needed it. His reasoning was unclear to him and it was if he’s let someone down this bad before and suffered a great lost because of it. That unfamiliar threatening feeling was existing through him now and he had to stop this feeling at all cause. He’d just hope that he’d be able to find some way of satisfying her needs....he would have to do any means necessary to grant her the money.
Dezzi don't lose hope on me, i'll find a way!
While crossing a couple of people the determination that built within him caused him to take drastic measures. each person he passed he swiftly dipped his hand in their pockets and even brushed into a couple of people and apologized. It seem only a few out the bunch had a reasonable amount that temporarily eased his guilt. Regardless, it wasn’t enough to complete his promise, He would have to get more. turning around to a concealed corner, he took the time to place the money in his wallet and continue on with his pick pocketing. Among the countless people he encounter and even a little arguments here and there, he would come across a man in his age group with a tie. The man would bump into “accidently” and apologized. At first Tetsuya felt to say something harsh but he hesitated and simply said “Things happen. Don’t worry about it”. he then went his way and continue to cross a couple of sides and pick pocket more people he came across. By the time he stopped, he would check his pocket to realize his wallet was gone
"WHAT T-!? ....."
luckily there was no one there to witness his sudden out burst and quickly began to walk back his path he was taking and back track on where it could of went to.
Who the hell took it...fat boy? No he can't be....That stupid clown? No....The old hag? No! Wait! That bastard!
He had quickly caught on to the guy who took his wallet and figured it was the guy with the tie that had stolen his wallet. What goes around comes around was the case here, and Tetsuya would make sure that it would come back around to him as he simply followed some random thug and kidnapped him into a alley way. holding his mouth shut, he gave him a shot to the neck to knock him out and took his trench coat jacket as well as he hat to conceal his face. He then smiled at his idea and then began to test out his fake voice
"Hello...no-no-no-no...uhhhh, Hello....Nah....Wait....Hello! Perfect!"
He sounded like Christian Bale as Batman and chuckled to himself on how good he was at portraying voices. Because of those times he’s spent watching movies with Polly, he was fed up of them that he used to mocked every main role actor just to piss her off. It seem that it would finally come to use. calculating how far this guy could of went based on the time span they were out of sight from each other, He figured that he was probably a couple yards away. Using his speed, he began to hit around short cuts and between buildings to shorting his timing of getting in range of the guy. Thoroughly he scanned left to right as his trench coat fluttered of the wind created by his speed. His sprint was put to a halt as he seen the guy cross a street. swiftly he made his way to the other side to position himself going towards him from through the paths between some buildings. coming around the corner he would see the same guy not to far heading his way. walking casually with his face concealed, he “Accidentally” bumped into the man and did the same actions that was done to him by this man. talking with his Christian Bale as Batman voice, he apologized
"Sorry man. My mistake"
He then strolled off and began to walk and even took a newspaper off the ground and began to read it at the same time smirking with the fact that he got his wallet back.
Serve you right, you jerk
He then place the wallet back in his pocket and made a turn around the corner to continue his evil deeds
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Post by Drysdale on Nov 21, 2009 22:07:06 GMT -7
He wondered why people made it seem so hard when it was all so basic. He strolled through the streets, pretty satisfied with his catch. Drysdale glanced around the streets, now that he had at least a little cash on him he’d need some…. Product. He sighed and considered going for a cigarette, but it was late, and if he asked anyone for one, the junkies that ruled the nightlife were bound to attempt to rip him off. A grimace crossed his face… he’d need something else perhaps something a bit harder… the thought of heading back to the bar he’d spent the majority of his evening crossed his mind, but nah. Even guys like him needed variety.
And so he slid over to a dealer. They were easy enough to spot in this city, shady looking guys on the corner with suspicious looking duffle bags. Not like anyone actually cared.. With the Aquila and serpente constantly at odds, and the humans sitting in the middle of their battle, drugs were the last thing on anyone s mind.
Well… the last thing on most peoples mind. The twenty six year old approached the pusher, nodding at him to begin their unspoken transaction. But as they approached, he bumped into yet another man. This time unintentional. At least this guy was polite, not like the majority of others.
“You’re good,” He said in a similar tone. The voice sounded so familiar… Christian Bale? From batman? What was he doing in Vereda? Anywho, he reached into his pocket, to pull out some cash for his ‘product’. Emptiness….
That didn’t…..
He reached into his other pocket… Empty as well. He grimaced.. “What the hell….?” He muttered. shizz. He wondered what the statue of limitation was for murdering batman.
Immediately he glanced around him, searching for the man. But the guy was good, he had disappeared into the crowd. Or so it seemed. The advantage of having powers was that you sometimes got to use them for the greater good. His sharp eyes automatically scanned through the crowd, and caught onto the subtle yet familiar black coat.
Immediately his street savyness took over, and he cut through alleys and other various short cuts in order to circle in front of the guy. No one stole his wallet. He was the thief, not the other way around. It didn’t take him long to see a shady looking guy seemingly buried in his newspaper.
“Oi~” He said as he approached the man, his voice not any louder than anyone else, but carrying a certain angry tone. So what the wallet wasn’t originally his, he had stolen it fair and square.
“Give me my wallet back, batman.” Drysdale continued firmly, tapping on the shady tall guys shoulder.
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Post by Raphael Scarpa on Nov 26, 2009 17:55:38 GMT -7
His money was finally back in his pockets and was back in business to make more. He still felt the bitterness swelling within his heart for each time he hands fell into another’s “cash-olla”. He had to fight his feelings for now and put it aside until he’s fulfilled his promise to Polly. He would need to find something to numb his doubtful feelings. To his surprise he would find an article about a gambling spot that’s just open up not to long ago. It didn’t catch his fancy ironically, it was more the super hot model on page 9 that got him and he couldn’t help but admire her beauty. A beautiful face and gorgeous face with soft gentle skin to match it all. He’d hope one day that she would bump into him and give him to opportunity to buy her a drink and have a wonderful talk with, of course he clearly knew it was just a fantasy and nothing more. Fantasy never came true in Tetsuya’s world, only piles of bs and several back stabs. It was mainly why he expected the worse out of people and rarely good. He didn’t blame people for acting two face and constantly turning on each other...look at the state they were in. The whole city of Verada was sealed off and none could escape, well none that he’s seen.
But he had to admit that somewhere deep inside of him enjoyed this life style and the thrill that flowed through his body everyday he woke up. That thought of him dying any minute or second in the day excited and brought some fuel to drive his ambition to survive this hell hole. He would intend to as well...but first thing first, was to survive the wrath of Polly.
"Give me my wallet back, batman."
His newspaper slowly lowered as his concealed eyes viewed who had yelled that out. At first he wasn’t even aware the man was talking to him until he realized he was the same guy that he stol- taken back his own wallet from. The bastard! It was a smart play done by this man and if one was out of the box staring at the scenario, that’d think he was the bad guy. And that was definitely the case, every quickly claimed him to be the bad guy but was curious to why the accuser called him Batman. Folding up his paper he kept his face lowered and stood in silence
"What were you hoping to prove? That, deep down, everyone's as ugly as you? You're *alone*!"
everyone slowly stare and shortly after jaws began to drop after they realized who’s voice it was. But of course half of the night roaming people were retards and thought that it was really Batman and not the actual actor Christian Bale. It was a random quote that he remembered from the movie and thought it was his only bet of escaping freely without any physical contact with the crowd. As they swarmed him for Autographs, he vanished from the crowd. Leaving the jacket and hat in the center of the crowd and swiftly walking out easily. When the crowd finally fell back, they were in panic and as belief that Batman was real...since in their minds he was the only one that could just disappear like that in the crowd. A random guy would start freaking out in the crowd as well
"That was sick yo! I love Batman, The way he be leaping on shizz! And gliding on shizz! Crazy i tell ya! Crazy"
The whole crowed then when back to their daily routine and went off to where they wanted to go. As for Tetsuya, he was around the corner with his hands in his pocket once again and his eyes open for that guy that nearly started a scene. Thank god he sat there and watched all those movies boring movies.
"That was close"
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Post by Drysdale on Nov 29, 2009 5:59:48 GMT -7
Drysdale smiled nonchalantly, as the cloaked man turned and looked at him. There was no running now, might as well give it up. The one thing that the twenty six year old disliked more than not having any cigarettes, were thieves. Well… thieves besides himself. Especially those who stole from him. ESPECIALLY, when he had stolen the item in question fair and square. The face looked vaguely familiar though… but he had probably just crossed the guy on the streets before. With a victorious smirk on his face, Drysdale held his hand out expectantly.
What he got instead made his eyebrow raise. As batman spoke, Drysdale could do nothing but gape openly at him, and the moment he was finished mutter on the words, “The hell are you on abo-,“ but before he could even finish, the crowd gathered around the pair. People jostled him back and forth, clamoring around him for autographs; which in turn of course made more and more of the nightwalkers excited over nothing, and caused them to swarm in as well. Mob psychology… disgusting. It was disappointing that so many people believed that this guy was actually THE Christian Bale, and furthermore one person in particular was screaming out “Yo, Batman bruh! That chick, yo friend, you tappin’ that rite?”
But as quickly as the throng of idiots had gathered, they all began to dissipate as ‘batman’ had seemingly disappeared. “How, appropriate,” Drysdale said, noting the irony with a small grin, then smacking himself in the face as he realized that he’d all but lost the guy. Then… THERE! He watched as a man, about the size of the guy who had stolen from him, turned a corner quickly. And he grinned once more. Without wasting anytime, Drysdale sprinted after him, speeding through the streets in an attempt to catch up. He quickly whirled around the corner, in order to come face to face with the man, certain it was him.
Drysdale approached him quickly, before doubling over with his hands on his knees in fatigue. His breathe was sharp… damn, he needed to quit smoking so much, he’d only run for about a minute thirty. “You!…. give…. It…. Back,” Drysdale said, breathing hard after every syllable. It was only after a few seconds that he glanced into his targets actually face, and realized why it had looked so familiar.
“Oh.” He said, his voice trickling in annoyance as he realized that this was none other than the same guy he had originally stolen the wallet from in the first place. Admirable that he’d gone through such lengths to get it back, but how had this guy pulled one over on Drysdale? Drysdale the great? He straightened up, standing erect and fixing his clothes which had been rumpled in the chaos of the earlier crowd, and running his long fingers through his dark hair.
“It’s you.” He said with a sigh, realizing that he’d been outclassed. Well damn. If he had snuck up behind the guy instead, he would have just stolen the wallet back. But face to face, he probably couldn’t do much… well he could always utilize his abilities, but that would take too much effort. Drysdale pointed at the man’s pocket, or more importantly the wallet inside of it, in tiredness. “So, I don’t suppose you’re going to be a good person and just give me that? It’s hard out here for a pimp, ya’know.”
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Post by Raphael Scarpa on Dec 3, 2009 18:36:43 GMT -7
The ghost was clear for the endanger warrior to roam freely now that he was out of view of the horrendous crowd that was probably forming their own circle speaking about how sick batman is and when the next movie is coming out. all he could do was laugh to himself about how silly people were now a days, but atleast one could find something to amuse them and cure the troublesome times they live in. except for Tetsuya, he still was a dead man walking until he could gain enough money to save Polly. He began to ponder with his eyes staring at each footstep made. The rhythm of every tap help as he contemplated on several other ways of gaining money. There was no way he was going to make that amount in by pick pocketing and walking in the heels of Polly was completely out he question. He maybe loved women, but selling his body was something he wouldn’t do...besides, one of them maybe a guy and he wasn’t going to take that risk. As he turned another corner he heard a voice not to far from his range
“You!…. give…. It…. Back,”
he halted for a minute without a sound and utter silence as his hand sunk deeper into his pockets. The voice was full of “true” and believe in each word spoken and enough to make one believe what message was coming out was real. A true art of a liar and a theft and something he recognized and admired yet hated at the same time. Liars mouths are only sweet to the ear but bitter to the heart in the end. a type of individual that one would need to stay away from. A small chuckle was heard from Tetsuya soon after he spoke again
“So, I don’t suppose you’re going to be a good person and just give me that? It’s hard out here for a pimp, ya’know.”
His entertained face changed in a slow motion transaction while he positioned himself to face him properly. His expression would change to a smug look and his eyes foolishly wide. he was a few paces away from the man and he looked him up and down as he gasp for air. the distance was still kept at a good space to avoid this man from doing any stunts.
"You gotta be kidding me mate. You rob my wallet and i take-it back, and you have the nerve to ask me for it back?"
he then began to circle the man in long range with his with his penguin-ish walk and his arms uncontrollably waving left and right as he swerved his upper body a bit in a lazy fashion. if a thug ever took a form of a penguin, this was defiantly how he would walk. he would come to a sudden stop.
"Your lucky i'm not a badguy(lol only a few people will get that one ^^) man. or else i would attempted to kill you...but i already have someone else on my head. and i need this money"
He then took out a cigar and lit it with his lighter and began to puff out some smoke. while he was putting his pack away, he sharply eyed the man as if he didn’t notice he was there in the first place and clearly forgot his manners.
"Want one?"
Before he could answer he had already threw a cigar and the lighter his way and continue to enjoy his little smoke break.
"listen man, i need the money more then you....your just a thief."
It was funny because he was one too at this point since he was pick pocketing too. But this guy didn’t know that, unless he had some sort of powers to find out that he was...but he doubted that
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Post by Drysdale on Dec 9, 2009 10:02:38 GMT -7
Now that Drysdale had recovered, he could pay attention to just what a bastard this guy was. The man’s facial expression alone would have struck pure fear into a lesser man; Drysdale was unaffected however, though he couldn’t help but feel he should be intimidated. His dark eyes followed his ‘company’ as he was circled, still a bit confused on how he should react, while at the same time admiring the gangsterish nature of the dudes walk. As the man waved his arms back and forth, in a fashion that vaguely reminded the dark haired Drysdale of the penguin from Batman.
“Err…,” was his only response to the guys actions. Jeez this guy was serious, he needed to learn how to chill... threatening to kill someone over a wallet was just a little bit of an overreaction. He let a chuckle out as the guy seemed to calm down a bit, and begin to smoke. That bastard…Drysdale was craving a cigar himself, and only had time to growl in frustration before the guy offered him one.
Hey.. Maybe this guy wasn’t so bad after all.
With a sigh, Drysdale leaned against a nearby wall, running his hands through his hair in agitation, before he grabbed the cigar and lighter out the air. With a casual flick of the lighter, he immediately went to work, sighing in relief as he took in the pseudo poisonous fumes, a smile of satisfaction crossing his face. “I appreciate it,” The gambler said, still disappointed that he’d been out maneuvered for the wallet. True he had stolen it first, but generally that was the law of the street. Whatever you could get your hands on automatically became yours, regardless or prior ownership.
"listen man, i need the money more then you....your just a thief."
Drysdale scoffed. His empathetic abilities could tell that the man believed what he said, but he couldn’t help but think at that no one could be worse off then him. And who did this guy think he was? Drysdale could steal anything, from anybody no problem. If he had been more determined, he could have stolen this dude's wallet again and disappeared into the night. He was just feeling lazy today... “Just a thief? No no my friend… I’m the best in the business. Hands down,” He smiled at the uncharacteristic moment of arrogance. Yeah, he needed a to smoke more… and with that thought he brought his cigar back to his mouth and took a long drag before blowing a perfectly round smoke ring into the air.
“Besides, I doubt you need it worse than me. If you’ve got a place to stay tonight, you’re doing better in life than I am, bastard,” Drysdale continued with a dark chuckle. Yep. He’d probably be sleeping under the stars tonight… hopefully it didn’t rain.
"By the way. What's your name? Mine is Drysdale." He said taking his free hand from his pocket and extending it to the man, a bit reluctantly though. The guy had given him a cigar... the least Drysdale could do was return the favor with a bit of politeness of his own.
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Post by Raphael Scarpa on Dec 11, 2009 13:49:00 GMT -7
No place? It was surprising that this man had no place to stay. Based on the clothes he was wearing he defiantly looked wealthy and made out of money itself. This guy had to be lying yet he couldn’t really tell that much since he couldn’t see his face that much. He had realized this guy hadn’t given him back his lighter. He laughed to himself and was convinced that this guy was nothing more then just a thief. Still he wouldn’t point it out to the man as of yet, he wanted to see how long it would take for this guy to give it back to him. He began to inhale the stick of relief with a long pause to make it a wide spray of clouds all over. He had to admit it was the best time of the day for him…smoking. He stayed away from cigarettes because he didn’t want that bad breath that most people had after smoking, he also kept a mint packet incase he felt he had gotten it. Bad breath would defiantly cause issue with the ladies, and he didn’t want that.
”Even the bums have a place to sleep in this day an age…listen I’m not gonna feel sorry for you. The only reason why you don’t have a place to sleep is because you let it happen”
He continue to enjoy his smoke and lazily spotted the man’s hand extended towards him and he quickly shook it and heard the man’s name to be Drysdale. And odd name but then again he’s heard worse names like “ABCDE” which was pronounced “Ab-Sedee” The most retard name he’s ever heard and left him in the facepalm position on several occasions he’s heard it. Who in there right mind would name their kid that? But then again everything here was in chaos so it was something he would have to excuse. People were crazy around here and did unbelievable things….something they’d never do if they weren’t in this hell hole.
”Names Tetsuya buddy…hey listen. I have a place to sleep, but not for long….” He then puffed out another ring of smoke ”I have a feeling I’m gonna be roaming the streets for a long time if I don’t get this money”
Shortly an idea popped in his head about the article he had read in the paper he picked up, you could see he got one based on his expression.
”Listen So far I got enough for us to hit a gambling spot…I’m not very good at poker, but I have a feeling I can hold out! Since we are both in the same boat, how about we team up and split this money to make more money….If we lose, well then its nice knowing ya! Since I’ll get my head chopped off”
He was laughing but he actually believed that it could happen to him since he doesn’t know what trouble Polly is in. Well if this was his last night, then so be it…but he’d make sure to protect Polly and keep her safe. Suddenly he just realized something
”Its funny how I place my last hopes with a thief huh? ”
”found ya you biatch!”
This was one thing that will happen when your chilling with Tetsuya. It didn’t matter where you went and what you did with this guy. A fight was bound to follow this man because of his lifestyle of usually being a bar brawler and picking fights with people he shouldn’t be crossing fist with. As he lazily turned around to view a man with a scar on his face…he looked back to drysdale
”Hey you know this prick?”
”Don’t play dumb with me you asshole! Your going to pay…you and your friend”
The scar on his cheek was rather deep and he was flipping a coin in his hand and whore an all black suit with leather gloves. Three bigger muscular guys around him as well with baseball bats, had to be mafia guys. Tetsuya scratched his head a bit with a puzzled look since he still couldn’t understand who he was talking to, he then laughed and looked at Drydale once again.
”You stole from these guys didn’t you? I never knew thieves went over their heads too”
Of course Tetsuya was playing stupid and knew exactly who these guys were, especially the main guy. The last time he got his ass handed to him by that dangerously attractive assassin. And now it looks like he’s come back to get his revenge once again.
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Post by Drysdale on Dec 16, 2009 9:48:25 GMT -7
"You're just a bastard," Drysdale commented sheepishly, "I work hard, I'm just down on my luck right now. But look around. This is Verada, shizz's serious around here nowadays." He was lying about the working hard part. Drysdale had never 'worked hard' a day in his life. That would take too much effort, he preffered to coast by on his luck..
Soy yeah technically he was half telling the truth.
The young man smoked his own cigar, enjoying the sickly sweet fragrance and the calmness that it brought along with it. Meanwhile, he smiled slyly as he rolled the man's lighter around between his fingers, in his pocket. He should probably give it back, as that would be the socially acceptable thing to do. But that was the problem found in those who were kleptomaniacal in nature. He didn't give a damn about the socially acceptable, besides he needed a lighter anyway. If this guy... what was his name.. Tetsuya? Yeah if he asked for it back, he'd just lie and say he had pocketed it by mistake. No biggie.
"Nice to meet you, or whatever... See? Even someone as high and mighty as you is in danger of roaming the streets like an urchin," Drysdale continued sarcastically. His dark humor was stopped in it's tracks by a slight change in the guys demeanor. The young man waited for his new friend to say whatever had just jumped into his head.
Now that was interesting. For the first time, a genuine smile crossed Drysdale's face. The only thing that he liked more than stealing, was gambling. And that was because he was so damn good at it. He'd been looking for a place for awhile, a new spot. But most of the legit organizations knew not to let him in, because of his tendency to 'win' games with ease. To get to most casinos he had to disguise himself, and that was tedious and oh so troublesome... besides, he didn't even have enough cash to get a good game of street craps going, much less a full out game of poker. But now he was excited...
As an oppurtunist, no way he'd pass up this chance. Especially with little risk to himself... except the threat of dying of course, but that just made it even more intriguing. "Sounds good..., I'm game." Drysdale said. He was incredible at all gambling games, his.. 'abilities' gave him an edge over most competition. "Not 'a' thief. The best thief, get it right ya' bastard."
Before they could do anything further however, they had unexpected company. Not guys that Drysdale knew, he tried to stay away from the street brawling type, too much trouble.
But Tetsuya seemed to know them, or at least that's what his face said, even if his words said otherwise. With a sigh, Drysdale sighed at this new comer. Then an even deeper sigh passed through his lips, as three other goons popped up out of the darkness.
He scratched his head, a bit puzzled with the situation himself.
"Like I remember everyone I've stolen from. I probably have. But listen, you assholes, whatever it is I don't have it anymore, and you're not getting it back. So just buzz off, I've got better shizz to do, than deal with idiots."
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Post by Raphael Scarpa on Jan 9, 2010 13:02:40 GMT -7
”What he said”
He then placed the cigar back in his mouth and began to puff away with in a professional way. It was easy to tell that he’s been doing this for a long time since he can balance it real well as it hanged on his lip. His hands went back in his pockets and he took a on a small stool not to far from him and began to eye each and every one of the thugs and examining how posture and eyes. The new comers were somewhat confident of their skills…and that was probably because of their height. As for the main guy, he seemed to be rather hesitant as if he didn’t want to do this in the first place. He was obviously doing this to keep his reputation up for the streets, what punks. He just wished he brought he sword with him, it would have made things much easier…but it looked like it would be a fist fight once again.
”So you have a big mouth to huh? We got something to fix you up too. Carmelo your up first, take out the rich looking one”
One of the taller figures began to approach them with a sinister look and a baseball bat tapping gently of his palm. He had a leather jacket with a shirt covered with skull patterns. The man was close to about 7’5 and massive in muscles. Tetsuya only made a small grunt and realized their target was Dale first. Still he kept his calm and puffed more smoke and laughed at Drydale a bit as well
”well it looks like your up first man..hope you can fight, cause this guys been eaten his veggies. Here take this”
A sound of shattering glass was heard and quickly he walked over to Dale and gave him a broken bottle with a sharp point to hack away at the guy. He then went back his original position and began to observe this Carmelo guy’s movements. Based on his size, he expected him to be slow in movement and probably couldn’t scratch his back with how much muscle he had on him. If Dale was smart, he’d make him attack first and maneuver around this guy and use his own body against him. It was a risky chance, cause if this guy grabbed on to him…it possibly be over, unless he can talk his way out of it some how. Manipulation would also be a good tactic for this fight as well.
”hey Scarface! Wanna smoke?”
”I’m gonna cut your balls off! You hear me?”
”Dam man! I was just asking. You could of just said no…what an asshole”
He couldn’t understand why these mafia guys are all pissed off for. That had a cool gang and cool positions and so on and they just walk around with a angry face. And then it hit him
” I know why your mad, you haven’t gotten laid yet!”
”Carmelo! After your done with this guy…skin that one alive! I wanna see that biatch bleed”
Looked like that wasn’t the best way for Tetsuya to ask him..now he was really in for a death wish. As Carmelo approach Dale and was in range of striking him, he released a devilish laugh and waited to see his move and what he plan to do against him.
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