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Post by Nate on Oct 10, 2006 21:37:18 GMT
The Row is the main street. Covered in glass, stained with blood and taut with filth.
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Post by Joker on Nov 17, 2006 21:20:00 GMT
Footsteps crunching across a broken bottle, Joker stepped slowly into the Row, pulling his hood up and the bandanna over his mouth to conceal his identity - some people round here really didn't like him, or 'his kind'. "Here it is. Retter Boulevard - Blood Row."
One hand encompassed the dingy shopfronts, every one with broken windows and the groups of gang members hanging around waiting to beat on someone or each other. A state of constant friction was tangible in the air. "I'd advise not using that pea-shooter of yours you mentioned. It would get you killed very, very quickly and very, very painfully."
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Post by Nate on Nov 17, 2006 21:23:38 GMT
"Really?" He asked facinated. The man walked away from his companion and tugged at his leather gloves slightly. A cool breeze past up the dark street and ruffled Nate's overcoat slightly.
One of the gangs headed his direction slowly, only to check him out, they weighed their luck against him, hardly fair, 1 versus 14.
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Post by Joker on Nov 17, 2006 21:32:26 GMT
Shaking his head, Joker clutched one hand around his Zippo in his pocket, and slowly wandered after Nate, the other hand vanishing into his backpack to re-appear with one large spraycan, which he held seemingly non-chalantly by his side.
"Yeah, firearms are strictly against the rules down here." He nodded to the gang approaching them, and continued in a lower tone. "They are nothing but small timers. If you use a gun however, those guys get into it."
One hand motioned to a group of men standing above the Row, on the rooftops and storefronts in black trenchcoats. "DeTox heavies. Those fuckers are armed, heavily." As if to prove this point, one stretched seemingly harmlessly, showing an AK-47 assualt rifle slung on his back.
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Post by Nate on Nov 17, 2006 21:37:43 GMT
Nate eyed the guns. He doubted their accuracy but couldn't take the risk. He needed to think of a way to single them out, or get one up on them. Perhaps he could get them on his side.
"'Ey, you gunna start somthin' white boy? Get'cha gang down here, then we sort it like men. Don' come here with some nigga' and expect to make a name." One of the encroaching gangmembers said.
Nate shot him a glance, his look was calculating, this could get hairy pretty soon, and without his gun he'd never take on 14+ men.
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Post by Joker on Nov 17, 2006 21:41:51 GMT
Joker shook his head, always perplexed by the different ways he was treated when he was recognised as Joker, or when he had his face covered. A quick look was flashed to Nate, and he hoped that the brash new-comer wasn't going to try and take this group on his own.
"Man, watch it. They might be small-timers, but they still hard-ass motherfuckers - if they weren't, they'd be dead already." His concealed hand tightened around the lighter, and the other re-affirmed it's grip on the spraycan.
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Post by Nate on Nov 17, 2006 21:44:26 GMT
Nate walked back a step, as if failing in confidence. The gang gave a snide laugh. He turned and backed into an alley.
"C'mon." He called to Joker. He wanted to lure them into a small space, it gave him more of a chance. The silencer would help against the DeTox.
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Post by Joker on Nov 17, 2006 21:47:58 GMT
Casting a quick glance to the gang that was now following them at a slightly faster pace as they backed into the alley, he shook his head at the seemingly bad idea. "Okay......"
Once they were properly in the alleyway, the gang surrounded the entrance, leaving about half their number to guard the Row while the rest, 6 heavy guys that looked like business followed after Joker and Nate.
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Post by Nate on Nov 17, 2006 21:50:00 GMT
Nate turned and faced the adversaries, his hands behind his back. He screwed on his heavy duty silencer, putting on a face of fear for the enemy to laugh at. They reached the end of the alley, Joker and Nate both backed up against the wall.
The gang taunted them, inching closer.
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Post by Joker on Nov 17, 2006 21:55:46 GMT
Noticing out of the corner of his eye the long black cylinder Nate was screwing onto his handgun, Joker shook his head then returned seemingly frightened eyes to the approaching gang.
"Now then boi, yo ready to get ya cracker ass handed to ya? And you, ya little nigga' beeatch!" The largest of the lot, a stupid looking grin on his heavy-set and well-scarred face, inquired in slow tones dripping with malice.
"Hahah, you ready to eat yo' words, you lil whiney ass mofucka'?" Joker raised a single finger to the approaching men, who seemed to be shocked by his words, a shock that quickly turned to anger. With a few yells, the gang members threw themselves powerfully at Nate and Joker, make-shift weapons and fists raised.
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Post by Nate on Nov 17, 2006 22:01:14 GMT
Quick as a flash Nate swung the gun out infront of him, releasing a sending one of the men to the floor. One behind was covered in blood. Nate began massacring the others, purposefully missing one out, who was heading for Joker.
Nate looked as though he was enjoying himself, his face stern yet unpeturbed, finishing off the screaming men on the floor.
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Post by Joker on Nov 17, 2006 22:10:03 GMT
The one running straight for Joker didn't seem fazed by the massacre of his friends, the vacant look on his face more than slightly hinted at a powerful mix of adrenaline, bloodlust and serious drug overuse. With an evil grin, Joker allowed the man to reach about jumping distance, then whipped the Zippo from his pocket, raising the can as he did so. "Fry, bitch."
A stream of fire erupted from the lighter, paint streaming from the can to the flame of the Zippo and onto the assualting gang member. Stepping aside slightly, Joker let the screaming, set alight man run past and straight into the wall, falling to the ground unconscious, burning still.
One swift and vicious kick struck the fallen, burning man in the groin, and Joker then left him, turning instead to Nate. "That was some serious gunsmanship, got a little worried there for a minute."
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Post by Nate on Nov 17, 2006 22:14:06 GMT
Nate looked at Joker, before planting a bullet between the eyes of the burning man.
The sound of gentle flames along with the bullet casing hitting the floor echoed around, the desolate alley. The Vigilante glanced to the rooftops. They didn't hear the gunshots, luckily.
"If you're coming with me, get used to it." He said in a matter-of-fact manner.
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Post by Joker on Nov 17, 2006 22:20:14 GMT
A slight smirk to his face, Joker shook his head slightly as he turned to the wall, raising the can of paint that had just been used to such vicious ends while depositing the lighter to it's pocket. Applying pressure, a fat spot of bright blue appeared on the wall, which after a short interval read, 'Owned, Bitch!' above the fallen bodies.
"Well, we got to get the fuck out of her, now!" Replacing the can into one of the voluminous trouser pockets. Motioning to the alley end, he grimaced. "The rest of the gang gonna be all over us in a couple of minutes."
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Post by Nate on Nov 17, 2006 22:22:39 GMT
"Go." He said unscrewing the silencer, and heading for the exit.
The guarding gang watched as the duo ran towards them. Nate pulled out his firearm and aimed it at them, splitting the group in two, allowing them to pass. He stuffed it into his jacket before the DeTox saw it.
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Post by Joker on Nov 17, 2006 23:02:29 GMT
Shaking identical red spraycans in each hand, Joker released two lines of spray to both sides as he ran past the gang members, leaving every one with a red mark across their chest. "That's what you get!"
Moving very quickly once he left the protection of the alleyway, the graf artist stuck close to Nate as they moved away from the gang members.
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