A Torn City that Never Sleeps: RP IC

[Bolslania]

A man comes swaggering into the Brothel

"Heyyyy! Martha! Hows it hangin'?!" He says, his pasty white skin glistening in the light.

"Hey there Jerry. It is fine. We got a new girl." Martha replies flatly, gesturing at Allison. He swaggers over with an appraising, in an unpleasant way, gaze

"And what's yur name lass?" He says to Allison

She immediately flipped her hair, getting into her cover fully. To start, she was going to act like one of those ditzy, airheaded girls she went after back, in her School days.

"Ummmmmmmmmmm.... My name's Aprillllll..." She looked around. Essentially mimicking what she remembered.

Her eyes kept darting around, but then she'd stop and make Eye Contact once with the man.

Kanson chuckled slimely.

"Well lass, howsabout we go into the back eh?" He sneers


Johannes watched coldly, he took the safety off of the scorpion as he watched from the shadows.

[HypErcApitAl]

She immediately flipped her hair, getting into her cover fully. To start, she was going to act like one of those ditzy, airheaded girls she went after back, in her School days.

"Ummmmmmmmmmm.... My name's Aprillllll..." She looked around. Essentially mimicking what she remembered.

Her eyes kept darting around, but then she'd stop and make Eye Contact once with the man.

Kanson chuckled slimely.

"Well lass, howsabout we go into the back eh?" He sneers


Johannes watched coldly, he took the safety off of the scorpion as he watched from the shadows.

"Okayyyyy." She smiled gingerly.

She followed him.

[Bolslania]

Kanson led her into room three. As he stepped in, Johannes clubbed him with the scorpion, knocking him to the floor, he proceeded to mag empty into his back. After finishing, he set up the stage, making it look like a hit from the Jaratas, another Red puppet group. He whistled to Martha, giving her the signal to call the Reds to alert them to the hit and confirm the set-up. He popped open a window and turned to Allison

"It's time to leave"

[HypErcApitAl]

Kanson led her into room three. As he stepped in, Johannes clubbed him with the scorpion, knocking him to the floor, he proceeded to mag empty into his back. After finishing, he set up the stage, making it look like a hit from the Jaratas, another Red puppet group. He whistled to Martha, giving her the signal to call the Reds to alert them to the hit and confirm the set-up. He popped open a window and turned to Allison

"It's time to leave"

"Alright." She'd smile in relief, then leaving with him.

[Bolslania]

They get to the car and speed away before the Reds show up.

"Good work on luring him in." He says to her after they have gotten in to the clear

[HypErcApitAl]

They get to the car and speed away before the Reds show up.

"Good work on luring him in." He says to her after they have gotten in to the clear

"Thanks." She continued to smile at him.

[Bolslania]

"What?" He sayed, noticing her continued smiling.

[Dominioan]

Kanson led her into room three. As he stepped in, Johannes clubbed him with the scorpion, knocking him to the floor, he proceeded to mag empty into his back. After finishing, he set up the stage, making it look like a hit from the Jaratas, another Red puppet group. He whistled to Martha, giving her the signal to call the Reds to alert them to the hit and confirm the set-up. He popped open a window and turned to Allison

"It's time to leave"

(OOC: This is later)

9:34 PM, The Scene of the Death, The Red Collective

S: Soldier
K: Kayla

K: *Kayla looked at the body on the floor.
"Anything yet?"

S: *The Soldier notices a red "J" on the ground.
"Look! Its a symbol!"

K: *She goes to look at it.
"Thats the Jaratas symbol..."

S: *he seems confused
"But...I thought they left the Collective? We were going to take them down later..."

K: *She throws it across the room.
"Its fake! Someone else planted it! Come one, we gotta report this to boss."

S: *the solder picks it up.
"Yes ma'am!"

[Bolslania]

Kanson led her into room three. As he stepped in, Johannes clubbed him with the scorpion, knocking him to the floor, he proceeded to mag empty into his back. After finishing, he set up the stage, making it look like a hit from the Jaratas, another Red puppet group. He whistled to Martha, giving her the signal to call the Reds to alert them to the hit and confirm the set-up. He popped open a window and turned to Allison

"It's time to leave"

(OOC: This is later)

9:34 PM, The Scene of the Death, The Red Collective

S: Soldier
K: Kayla

K: *Kayla looked at the body on the floor.
"Anything yet?"

S: *The Soldier notices a red "J" on the ground.
"Look! Its a symbol!"

K: *She goes to look at it.
"Thats the Jaratas symbol..."

S: *he seems confused
"But...I thought they left the Collective? We were going to take them down later..."

K: *She throws it across the room.
"Its fake! Someone else planted it! Come one, we gotta report this to boss."

S: *the solder picks it up.
"Yes ma'am!"

(OOC: How would you know?)

[Dominioan]

(OOC: This is later)

9:34 PM, The Scene of the Death, The Red Collective

S: Soldier
K: Kayla

K: *Kayla looked at the body on the floor.
"Anything yet?"

S: *The Soldier notices a red "J" on the ground.
"Look! Its a symbol!"

K: *She goes to look at it.
"Thats the Jaratas symbol..."

S: *he seems confused
"But...I thought they left the Collective? We were going to take them down later..."

K: *She throws it across the room.
"Its fake! Someone else planted it! Come one, we gotta report this to boss."

S: *the solder picks it up.
"Yes ma'am!"

(OOC: How would you know?)

OOC: They left peacefully and we agreed to leave them alone. Probably should have put that =/

[Bolslania]

(OOC: How would you know?)

OOC: They left peacefully and we agreed to leave them alone. Probably should have put that =/

OOC: I mean how would you know it was a plant?

[Dominioan]

OOC: They left peacefully and we agreed to leave them alone. Probably should have put that =/

OOC: I mean how would you know it was a plant?

OOC: Because it makes no sense otherwise. Hey, paranoia runs rampant here, i was going to have Alexander dismiss it as nothing anyway.

[Bolslania]

OOC: I mean how would you know it was a plant?

OOC: Because it makes no sense otherwise. Hey, paranoia runs rampant here, i was going to have Alexander dismiss it as nothing anyway.

OOC: K

[HypErcApitAl]

"What?" He sayed, noticing her continued smiling.

"Oh, it's nothing." She'd stop smiling.

[Minskiev]

*Target eliminated. I shall return und make ju all some bratvurst und beer! Ja, zat is correct. Ja, ich make ze beer by my self. How ich bin so gut at making beer? Vell, ich habe ein secret brewery. Vhere? Ju vill never know. Shut up und take mein beer. Oh, und pretzels too.*

[Bolslania]

"What?" He sayed, noticing her continued smiling.

"Oh, it's nothing." She'd stop smiling.

Johannes analyzed her from the corner of his eye. He was terrible at analyzing anything other than patterns and behaviors of other people. So he was at a loss.

"And we are back." He says, pulling into the motorpool.

"Thank you for the help. Now to see who I need to kill next." He said walking back inside to meet with Walter.

[Bolslania]

*Target eliminated. I shall return und make ju all some bratvurst und beer! Ja, zat is correct. Ja, ich make ze beer by my self. How ich bin so gut at making beer? Vell, ich habe ein secret brewery. Vhere? Ju vill never know. Shut up und take mein beer. Oh, und pretzels too.*

OOC: Who are you talking to, what is the context

[Dominioan]

*Target eliminated. I shall return und make ju all some bratvurst und beer! Ja, zat is correct. Ja, ich make ze beer by my self. How ich bin so gut at making beer? Vell, ich habe ein secret brewery. Vhere? Ju vill never know. Shut up und take mein beer. Oh, und pretzels too.*

Ooc: I love this

[Minskiev]

OOC: Texting to the fellow gang members

[HypErcApitAl]

"Oh, it's nothing." She'd stop smiling.

Johannes analyzed her from the corner of his eye. He was terrible at analyzing anything other than patterns and behaviors of other people. So he was at a loss.

"And we are back." He says, pulling into the motorpool.

"Thank you for the help. Now to see who I need to kill next." He said walking back inside to meet with Walter.

Allison was generally a confident and happy person, she just so happened to have a "bad" background and history/past.

(I said this in my app, but I'll double-down on it since I'm narrating/going in Allison's mind rn, also cause someone asked)

Others around her seemed to be stoic or generally angry all of the time, and she essentially offset it by being fun and happy; her usual brand of Anarchism/Chaos. Like everyone else, she was, too, very devoted to crime and etc - plus there was no turning-back for her, but because of her non-conformist nature, she doesn't really want to turn-back. She tried to be smiley, but at the same time, keep-up her reputation of being the "bad girl," which also went into her other reputation/vibe of being "bipolar" or seeming that way.

Scouting and being the "shooter" was fun, and also easy, but she was also good at being the agent or going under a deep cover. She picked this up in her past (her schooling and everything before her young-adult years), though at the same time, hated people that seemed "fake" or "bougie" or "dramatic." She could play those roles because that's literally what she saw/her surroundings were.

At times, she could even be opportunistic

(I was going to put that in the personality part of my app but I decided not to because I felt like going more this way instead of Flanderization (https://allthetropes.fandom.com/wiki/Flanderization#:~:text=Flanderization%20is%20the%20act%20of,it%20becomes%20their%20defining%20characteristic.) and making her essentially a one-dimensional char ruled by her Opportunism.)

, and even recently, she kinda was.

She enjoyed her role/cover, but was kinda worried that she was going to enjoy it too much or that the mission wouldn't workout. She remembered all of the attention she used to get, back in her teenage years, and also her romances. It was fun, but some of those people, she kinda hated, in retrospective/hindsight/looking back on it.

All of that was a thrill, and she enjoyed the cheap thrills. Recently, she enjoyed single-handedly raiding a building, but she started to think that maybe she started stuff without even knowing it, like those very same Drama girls/Dramaqueens she hated. She tried to not be a hypocrite, and maybe she appeared as one, but she was just multifaceted and interested in so many different things.

---

She returned to the place's bar, not in the mood to adventure, though before she returned, she'd put her stuff away and takeoff the cheap makeup.

[Mercatus]

Albert Stockholm's Residence

A tall, muscular figure stood atop the roof of a post office some two blocks down, masked and clad in a set of Level 4 ballistic armor. Perhaps the most feared freelance gun-for-hire in the entire city, Samuel Ortez knew he had his target where he wanted her: cowering in an alleyway and, in his mind, waiting for the embrace of sudden and violent death when a 12.7x108mm ball round either hit her head or her chest, blowing whatever was contained within out of the other side of her body. His target: rival freelancer "Shelby Franklin", who had been a thorn in Sam's ass for far too long, with Sam never seeming to get an opportunity to kill her so business could go on undisturbed, without any competitors. After lowering into the prone position of the roof of the post office, he readied the OSV-96, deploying the bipod and activating the advanced electronic scope. Sam would have to land an awkward diagonal shot because of the distance between Sam and the target and the location and type of cover she had hidden herself behind. He could just make out the outline of an arm, which was all Ortez needed to estimate where her head would be. "I've got you now, no slipping through my fingers this time." he thought to himself, sure that he would be flawless with that characteristic impeccable aim of his that not even some of the best marksmanship classes could quite teach.

His finger moved to the trigger, gently squeezing it to the point where it resembled the trigger of a double action revolver instead of a semi-automatic weapon.

BANG!

The ear-piercing sound of a .50 caliber round exiting a barrel resonated over a radius of many city blocks, which almost certainly gave away his position and alerted every gang member in the vicinity, but Samuel was sure the shot had met its mark.

He peeked through the scope, shocked to see what he saw. The woman was still standing and in perfectly good health, and now she would see the massive chunk that had been blown off the wall in front of her and right next to her head. "No, this can't- no! This isn't possible! Ortez mentally exclaimed in utter shock that he had failed to hit Shelby, who almost certainly knew by now that she was being attacked. Samuel resolved to not waste time and panic, but to act. He hid his prized rifle, drawing his 1911 and jumping from the roof of the post office, prepared to dispatch the other freelancer with either his martial arts skills or with his pistol. He began an all out sprint to where Shelby was taking cover, the thought that she could still be dispatched today motivating him to forget the pain that came with sprinting.

[American Pere Housh]

Albert Stockholm's Residence

A tall, muscular figure stood atop the roof of a post office some two blocks down, masked and clad in a set of Level 4 ballistic armor. Perhaps the most feared freelance gun-for-hire in the entire city, Samuel Ortez knew he had his target where he wanted her: cowering in an alleyway and, in his mind, waiting for the embrace of sudden and violent death when a 12.7x108mm ball round either hit her head or her chest, blowing whatever was contained within out of the other side of her body. His target: rival freelancer "Shelby Franklin", who had been a thorn in Sam's ass for far too long, with Sam never seeming to get an opportunity to kill her so business could go on undisturbed, without any competitors. After lowering into the prone position of the roof of the post office, he readied the OSV-96, deploying the bipod and activating the advanced electronic scope. Sam would have to land an awkward diagonal shot because of the distance between Sam and the target and the location and type of cover she had hidden herself behind. He could just make out the outline of an arm, which was all Ortez needed to estimate where her head would be. "I've got you now, no slipping through my fingers this time." he thought to himself, sure that he would be flawless with that characteristic impeccable aim of his that not even some of the best marksmanship classes could quite teach.

His finger moved to the trigger, gently squeezing it to the point where it resembled the trigger of a double action revolver instead of a semi-automatic weapon.

BANG!

The ear-piercing sound of a .50 caliber round exiting a barrel resonated over a radius of many city blocks, which almost certainly gave away his position and alerted every gang member in the vicinity, but Samuel was sure the shot had met its mark.

He peeked through the scope, shocked to see what he saw. The woman was still standing and in perfectly good health, and now she would see the massive chunk that had been blown off the wall in front of her and right next to her head. "No, this can't- no! This isn't possible! Ortez mentally exclaimed in utter shock that he had failed to hit Shelby, who almost certainly knew by now that she was being attacked. Samuel resolved to not waste time and panic, but to act. He hid his prized rifle, drawing his 1911 and jumping from the roof of the post office, prepared to dispatch the other freelancer with either his martial arts skills or with his pistol. He began an all out sprint to where Shelby was taking cover, the thought that she could still be dispatched today motivating him to forget the pain that came with sprinting.

Shelby ducks for cover after hear the loud boom of a .50 cal. Sniper rifle. She glances at the wall where she was hiding and sees where the round hit. She notices a man sprinting towards her with a M1911 in hand so she withdrew her S&W 1076 from its shoulder holster and aimed it at him yelling, "Drop the gun or I drop you!"

[Bolslania]

Albert Stockholm's Residence

A tall, muscular figure stood atop the roof of a post office some two blocks down, masked and clad in a set of Level 4 ballistic armor. Perhaps the most feared freelance gun-for-hire in the entire city, Samuel Ortez knew he had his target where he wanted her: cowering in an alleyway and, in his mind, waiting for the embrace of sudden and violent death when a 12.7x108mm ball round either hit her head or her chest, blowing whatever was contained within out of the other side of her body. His target: rival freelancer "Shelby Franklin", who had been a thorn in Sam's ass for far too long, with Sam never seeming to get an opportunity to kill her so business could go on undisturbed, without any competitors. After lowering into the prone position of the roof of the post office, he readied the OSV-96, deploying the bipod and activating the advanced electronic scope. Sam would have to land an awkward diagonal shot because of the distance between Sam and the target and the location and type of cover she had hidden herself behind. He could just make out the outline of an arm, which was all Ortez needed to estimate where her head would be. "I've got you now, no slipping through my fingers this time." he thought to himself, sure that he would be flawless with that characteristic impeccable aim of his that not even some of the best marksmanship classes could quite teach.

His finger moved to the trigger, gently squeezing it to the point where it resembled the trigger of a double action revolver instead of a semi-automatic weapon.

BANG!

The ear-piercing sound of a .50 caliber round exiting a barrel resonated over a radius of many city blocks, which almost certainly gave away his position and alerted every gang member in the vicinity, but Samuel was sure the shot had met its mark.

He peeked through the scope, shocked to see what he saw. The woman was still standing and in perfectly good health, and now she would see the massive chunk that had been blown off the wall in front of her and right next to her head. "No, this can't- no! This isn't possible! Ortez mentally exclaimed in utter shock that he had failed to hit Shelby, who almost certainly knew by now that she was being attacked. Samuel resolved to not waste time and panic, but to act. He hid his prized rifle, drawing his 1911 and jumping from the roof of the post office, prepared to dispatch the other freelancer with either his martial arts skills or with his pistol. He began an all out sprint to where Shelby was taking cover, the thought that she could still be dispatched today motivating him to forget the pain that came with sprinting.

Good post, but you are doing no maneuvering in level 4 body armor, that shit is really heavy.

[Solarampa]

*Walter proceeds to text the “Group” as he calls them*
WA: Hey party on the 21st floor of the Empire building. I have my chef preparing the food and we have some of the best wine. See you there

[Bolslania]

Johannes checks the message and sighs, he hated parties. He kept his small Smith and Wisson Shield pocket pistol in case Walter wanted to pull an Al Capone party on them. Johannes trusted absolutely no one.

He went to his room to change into something not covered in spray paint and blood to go to the party.