by Cylarn » Mon Feb 10, 2014 12:49 pm
by Skadrei » Mon Feb 10, 2014 1:18 pm
by Prospect Landings » Mon Feb 10, 2014 4:18 pm
by Zeinbrad » Mon Feb 10, 2014 4:31 pm
by Prospect Landings » Mon Feb 10, 2014 4:35 pm
Zeinbrad wrote:Men in suits and bodyarmor came walking into the rundown basketball court, armed with SIG 556's and AR-15's. They wore mask,to hide their identity. There where about five of them, and they stopped near the 3 court line. One of them spoke, in a Liberty City accent. "So, you're our new costumers?" He said, he took out a notepad, with a list of the different costumers and their clothing styles on it, then put it back in his front pocket.
by Kannap » Mon Feb 10, 2014 4:36 pm
Luna Amore wrote:Please remember to attend the ritualistic burning of Kannap for heresy
by Cylarn » Mon Feb 10, 2014 4:46 pm
Zeinbrad wrote:Men in suits and bodyarmor came walking into the rundown basketball court, armed with SIG 556's and AR-15's. They wore mask,to hide their identity. There where about five of them, and they stopped near the 3 court line. One of them spoke, in a Liberty City accent. "So, you're our new costumers?" He said, he took out a notepad, with a list of the different costumers and their clothing styles on it, then put it back in his front pocket.
by Zeinbrad » Mon Feb 10, 2014 4:53 pm
Prospect Landings wrote:Zeinbrad wrote:Men in suits and bodyarmor came walking into the rundown basketball court, armed with SIG 556's and AR-15's. They wore mask,to hide their identity. There where about five of them, and they stopped near the 3 court line. One of them spoke, in a Liberty City accent. "So, you're our new costumers?" He said, he took out a notepad, with a list of the different costumers and their clothing styles on it, then put it back in his front pocket.
Holland flicked his smoke. "I know somebody who be shoppin', but dependin'..." He turned his head away from the Man from Liberty City, "...dependin' on y'all tossin' that notepad. Right now."
by Prospect Landings » Mon Feb 10, 2014 5:04 pm
by Cylarn » Mon Feb 10, 2014 5:09 pm
Prospect Landings wrote:Holland picked out a new cigarette lit it up as the police swarmed around the tennis court, "Dumbass clowns," he said, waiting for the inevitable handcuffs to slap around his wrists.
by Prospect Landings » Mon Feb 10, 2014 5:14 pm
Cylarn wrote:Prospect Landings wrote:Holland picked out a new cigarette lit it up as the police swarmed around the tennis court, "Dumbass clowns," he said, waiting for the inevitable handcuffs to slap around his wrists.
When the criminals began running for the nearest sewer entrance, the police moved in, radioing for backup. The majority of the cops, and the SWAT team, pursued the terrorists, while a few officers secured the dropped weapons and surrounded the gangbangers. One of the men at the scene would approach the gangbangers, identifying himself as an FIB Agent. He sized up the two men, and began to speak.
"So gentlemen, the LSPD can take y'all in for aiding terrorists, or we can play things my way," he stated. "So, if one of you cares to come with me to the local station and provide me with intel on those terrorists, I'll let y'all go."
by Cylarn » Mon Feb 10, 2014 5:20 pm
Prospect Landings wrote:Cylarn wrote:
When the criminals began running for the nearest sewer entrance, the police moved in, radioing for backup. The majority of the cops, and the SWAT team, pursued the terrorists, while a few officers secured the dropped weapons and surrounded the gangbangers. One of the men at the scene would approach the gangbangers, identifying himself as an FIB Agent. He sized up the two men, and began to speak.
"So gentlemen, the LSPD can take y'all in for aiding terrorists, or we can play things my way," he stated. "So, if one of you cares to come with me to the local station and provide me with intel on those terrorists, I'll let y'all go."
Neither of Holland's bodyguards met the FIB's gaze. Holland pushed off the chainlink fence, taking in a deep drag of smoke. He exhaled in front of the FIB officer, never taking his eyes off the agent. Closing his eyes, he shook his head, and then leaned back on the fence again.
by Prospect Landings » Mon Feb 10, 2014 5:24 pm
Cylarn wrote:Prospect Landings wrote:
Neither of Holland's bodyguards met the FIB's gaze. Holland pushed off the chainlink fence, taking in a deep drag of smoke. He exhaled in front of the FIB officer, never taking his eyes off the agent. Closing his eyes, he shook his head, and then leaned back on the fence again.
"Well then, I hope you like being someone's bitch. Just know that we could've played this the easy way, with you gentlemen being viewed as patriots," he said. "Officers..."
The small team of LSPD officers would soon take over, apprehending the gangbangers, searching them for weapons and narcotics, cuffing them, and leading them to a waiting paddy wagon, which would immediately head out onto the road once the men were inside.
by Zeinbrad » Mon Feb 10, 2014 5:31 pm
by Kadolha » Mon Feb 10, 2014 5:35 pm
by Cylarn » Mon Feb 10, 2014 5:36 pm
Zeinbrad wrote:"Night-vision goggles" The leader of the Overkill operatives said, as he flipped on his night-vision goggles. They where in the sewers, waiting for things to blow over. They took a left. "Dallas is so going to kick our ass for screwing this up" One of them said, in the Texan accent.
"Probably, but hey,at least we tried" The leader said.
"He'll care, where lucky the cartels in mexico still take our guns"
"And the Ballas, and the Families, and the Vagos" The leader said.
"Yeah, but how long will that last if we keep on screwing up?"
"Not long at all"
"Let's hope the big four can do a good job at damage control" The Leader said, talking about Dallas, Hoxton,Wolf and Chains.
Some airfield outside of the city.
Dallas stood at an airfield about twenty miles outside the city,waiting. A operative came up to him, and tapped on his shoulder then whispered into his ear.
Dallas's eye's went wide, and then into anger.
"God fucking dammit! I give them one simple task and they mess it up!" He yelled.
"What do you advise we do...Sir" The Operative asked.
"We can't break them out, there just a simple street gang, not even a large one. Plus, we don't want to be kicked out of here before we expand" Dallas mused.
He began to think.
"Get the others" He said, before walking off.
by Marsisian » Mon Feb 10, 2014 5:59 pm
by Whittington » Mon Feb 10, 2014 5:59 pm
by Zeinbrad » Mon Feb 10, 2014 6:00 pm
by Cylarn » Mon Feb 10, 2014 6:14 pm
Zeinbrad wrote:"Well motherfucking shit" one of the Overkill operatives. They assumed defensive position.
"What do we do!" One of them said in panicky kind of voice. The leader whispered.
"Code Red and blue" He said, before destroying his notepad,his eyepiece and other equipment, he then brought out a M1911 pistol raised it to his head and....pulled the trigger, no way was he going to jail, with no chance of getting out. The rest did the same, raising their pistols to their heads, preferring death now over death row or life in prison. But one, was sobbing, a pistol in his hand, with it pointed to his head, but when he pulled the trigger, it simply made a clicking sound. It was jammed.
"Come on you piece of shit! Work! I rather die now!" He yelled, in a philly accent.
Marsisian wrote:Basement Headquarters, Vespucci
(Image)
Victor Manuel and a few other major Santos Red Coat members were meeting, talking about the current situation in Vespucci. "So, there are a ton of new gangs coming to LS from Liberty City, I don't like it one bit. Old gangs like us got to stand up against them." Then Manuel replied. "We gotta fully secure Vespucci from the Vagos before moving out of the region. I want a few members to try and push them out of our turf. This is ours, and they'd better know it. Or else, we're going to come knocking on their door in Rancho. You got it?" "Yeah, we do." "Good. Now get them out." The other members left, and brought the members under their command for the job, then got into their cars, which were all red (The gang's color) and mostly Gallivanter Baller SUVs. They then turned on the engines, and started to drive to a possible Vagos base in the area of Vespucci.
Whittington wrote:0800
760 South Month Milton Drive
Rockford Hills, Los Santos
August 4th, 2009
Allegra Cole stepped out of her shower and set her foot onto the heated marble floor tiles. She cracked open a window, letting the steam pour to clear the condensation off of her vanity mirror. She tightly wrapped the towel around herself and let her hair air dry as she began her beauty regamin. She put on moisturizer, a bit of bronzer, then began to apply foundation, followed by eye shadow. Allegra held her hand steady as she applied black eyeliner and mascara, not wanting to scratch her cornea like she did the other day. Once her hair was dry enough, she blow dried the rest of it, and styled it into a neat pony tail, with her bangs swept to the side. After giving herself a look over, Allegra applied some lip gloss and a spritz of perfume.
Hearing her iFruit ring, she walked into her bedroom and placed the phone on speaker phone.
"Allegra!! Allegra!!" The voice on the other line called out.
"Lazlow, how did you get my number?"
"Allegra please, it's important."
"You have thirty seconds."
"Allegra, Liberty City isn't working out for me, please. I heard there's an opening for Fame or Shame."
"There might be."
"Please Allegra. I need this."
"Lazlow, don't beg. Even for you, that's pretty low. I'll see what I can do. But don't ever call me again."
"Thank you so much Allegra, you wont-" *click*.
Allegra hung up the phone and threw it onto her bed as she went into her closet to pick an outfit out. She mulled it over for a bit before stepping into black fitted slacks, a black bustier, a black fitted cropped blazer and snake skin Johnny Tung stilettos. She grabbed her Le Chin black python handbag, blood orange tin sunglasses, the keys to her Gallivanter Baller and walked out to her car. As Allegra went up her driveway, she spotted a package near her front door. Thinking they were the shoes she had ordered online, she got of her car and went to retrieve the package. As Allegra walked up to her front door, she stopped dead in her tracks. The top of the brown box was open, and something was pooling on the bottom of it. She stepped closer and looked in to see wilted roses and the carcass of a bird. Allegra took out her iFruit, snapped a photo and made a mental note to contact Elliot. For the last month or so, she had been getting hang-up calls during the night, flowers from an anonymous sender, and now this. Allegra had an idea who it was though, Jacob Brookstone, a reality star who's television show tanked and was canceled. Jacob was her client, but she dropped him before the show aired, and for some reason, he blames the failure on her.
After discarding the box, Allegra got back into her Baller. She was heading to the studio to do a casting call for a new show, The Underbelly of Paradise. Stuck in traffic, she made a call to her assistant.
"Jackie. Are we on schedule?"
"Yes we are. You have an about an hour and a half before we call anyone in. FIB sent over an agent, Steve Haines. They think he might be a good front man for the show."
"We'll see about that. I''ll be in a bit, stopping for coffee."
"Alright Allegra, we'll see you then. Oh and your dress from G&B arrived this morning for the party tonight."
"Perfect. See you in a bit."
Allegra pulled up to the Vinewood Bean Machine Café and walked inside the busy shop to get her usual caramel macchiato. As she made her way outside, she saw a familiar face. Since she had a moment to spare, she decided to greet her friend.
"Elliot! I was just thinking about you." Allegra said as she greeted Elliot Keller with a kiss on his cheek, before sitting down across from him. Elliot Keller had one of the best private security firms in town and elliot was her go to guy for things that needed to be fixed.
by Whittington » Mon Feb 10, 2014 6:29 pm
Cylarn wrote:
As Elliot finished off his cigar, he would soon hear someone familiar calling out his name. He turned to see the attractive Miss Allegra appearing and kissing him on the cheek. Allegra was a good girl, and smoking on top of that. He smiled at her as she sat down.
"How are you doin' today, Allegra?" he asked in a pleasant tone of voice.
by Gvozdevsk » Mon Feb 10, 2014 6:29 pm
by Marsisian » Mon Feb 10, 2014 6:37 pm
by Kannap » Mon Feb 10, 2014 6:47 pm
Luna Amore wrote:Please remember to attend the ritualistic burning of Kannap for heresy
by Miyager » Mon Feb 10, 2014 7:26 pm
Advertisement
Return to Portal to the Multiverse
Users browsing this forum: The GAmeTopians, Zarkenis Ultima
Advertisement