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Post by Joker on Oct 15, 2006 20:31:54 GMT
This large, desolate warehouse was the base for the once-prosperous City Retter street racing scene, before it's downfall.
Still, there are caches of gas, and the odd lowrider parked around the place. Some of the old faces form the scene still hang around here, and the old "Street Kings" mural still sits proud above the warehouse's doors.
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Post by rhi on Oct 30, 2006 20:24:46 GMT
The roar of an engine shattered the quiet that for once surrounded the warehouse district. Rhi pulled the car to a stop outside of the Street Kings warehouse and cut the engine. Slipping from the car she leaned against the bonnet lighting up a cigarette and listening to the silence thinking back back to a time before.......before she had let the city when she had been an up and coming racer on the circuit one people knew to watch out for. Now as she looked up at the mural above the doors she felt nothing but sadness, shaking her head she stubbed out her cigarette and got back in the car starting the engine and wheel spinning back out of the entrance way and back into the city.
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Post by Tommy on Oct 30, 2006 20:31:16 GMT
The suited men nodded and glanced at the lone silver suitcase on a white table.
"So why do your family wish to make a deal with ours? Can't you see you have nothing we need?"
Tommy and the rest of the families representivies said nothing until finally the spokesmen for them lit his cigar.
"I tell you why because if you don't take the generous offer we gonna blow your brains out."
The opposing Mafia family looked at the contents of the suitcase and nodded.
"Ok we take it the money is in the car." Slowly the two Mafia families broke off, Tommy on the other hand stayed to overlook the oppsoing family take the suitcase and leave.
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Post by Erian Beaumont on Oct 30, 2006 20:46:27 GMT
The rushing figure disappeared, diving beside one of the may warehouses, a steel soldier in a metal battalion.
Shallow breaths fell though complete silence, gentle footsteps erupted upon the ground, whilst a single hand traced against the cold, rusting metal of the former street racing capital of Retter. Erian sighed a deep, silent breath, her back pressed against the strengthened wall, her legs feeling splintered, barely supporting her weight - but Erian did not know her own strength, it seemed, for after only a few seconds of rest, she was back on her feet, checking this way and that with keen, concerned eyes. Not a single person in sight.
The girl dug into her trouser pocket. A small clip snapped through the air, and the phone was freed from the clip that held is securely to her jeans, the cord wound about the belt loop just above her pocket. With cautious footsteps, quick and stealthy, she turned her head about the corner, to steal an unseen glimpse of the grand front doors, only to be greeted with the most distinct tag she could have asked for.
With her phone in hand, Erian carefully tilted the camera around the corner, her fingers closed upon the button, and without a sound, the image was stored, and once again, the young girl vanished from view, back around the corner away from any eyes that may have caught sight of her. With just a few lighting fast button presses, the image, the bright tag, the words "Street Kings" scrawled artfully over the doors, the haven to every racer in the Spiral.
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Post by rhi on Oct 30, 2006 20:46:52 GMT
Rhi sighed stopping the car at the top of the road. Changing gear she threw it into reverse and made her way easily back to the warehouse before finally drawing the car to a halt, Cutting teh engine she sat for a second before stepping out and locking the car up. She glancedup at the huge building in front of her withits dynamic mural and a slight smile twisted her face. shaking her head she walked forward pulling open the oor she stepped insie back into what had been her past.
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Post by Keen on Oct 30, 2006 20:50:33 GMT
A long, dark red, old Mustang pulled up outside the huge, abandoned warehouse, it's powerful engine gunning noisily before dying away as it's driver killed the engine. The man slipped from the car, slamming the door shut behind him and running a hand over the hood as he walked by his prized possession, his car.
*Back at the Street Kings....it's been a while....* He entered the warehouse, stopping suddenly at the strange sensation of there being other people inside the normally empty warehouse. "Who's here?"
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Post by Tommy on Oct 30, 2006 20:51:58 GMT
Tommy brushed his black suit down and watched as the last of the two Mafia families dissapeared from view.
The family man brushed down the left side of his suit, the handgun pushing against his chest.
Tommy turned and started to walk out of the warehouse, his sun glasses covering his eyes.
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Post by Kellan Braeburn on Oct 30, 2006 20:56:39 GMT
An explosion of footfalls smacked into the ground, gasps for precious air, the very fuel he needed to charge onward as he weaved in and out of warehouses, more empty than occupied.
Kellan drew to a halt, a puff of air flying from his lips, his fingers wildly clicking buttons on his phone to bring up the image, sent just a few minutes before. He knew what it had meant the moment he had opened it - he had even begun to throw his jacket across his back before the image had begun to load, he knew the situation all too well.
The bright mural welcomed his eyes to the screen, he quickly glanced over the image, then twisted his head, desperately in search of the legendary warehouse. The sprint began again, dark mahogany streaked the air, the young adult tearing down the path in search of his destination, phone clutched tightly in his hand as he rounded another corner with sudden, sharp steps.
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Post by rhi on Oct 30, 2006 20:59:26 GMT
Rhi turned startled by the sudden call. Neither the lesss she stepped from the shadows and turned to face the man who had just spoken it was a long time since she had been her but she was seriously beginning to think she had stepped back in time.
"Keen?" she stepped forward her heeled boots clicking on the concrete under foot. She turned again to catch a glimse of a man in a dark suit and glasses crossing the warehouse.
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Post by Keen on Oct 30, 2006 21:00:01 GMT
More running footsteps halted Keen in his advance towards the mafia man, and he turned to the door. A slight shrug raised his shoulders, and he returned to walking towards the well dressed intruder. "Hello, and who the hell are you?"
He raised a hand in wonderment, shrugging at the man and using the other hand to clasp around the switchblade in his pocket, just in case.
A sudden call, and he turned to a familiar face. "Rhi? Jesus, it's not you......?"
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Post by Tommy on Oct 30, 2006 21:02:32 GMT
Tommy's jacket flapped lightly while he walked, he made no attempt to stop he simply headed towards the man who was talking to him.
"Out of the way before you end up on your ass." Tommy said, his slight Italian accent telling everyone who he was in the world.
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Post by Keen on Oct 30, 2006 21:05:08 GMT
Turning his haed slowly from Rhi to the advancing man, obviously mafia now, Keen smiled slowly. "A mafia heavy, eh? I'll ignore the threat, cuz you're wearing a nice suit I wouldn't want to mess up, and I've just re-met an old friend."
The smile quickly turned threatening. "Otherwise, I'd be forced to show what happens to trespassers in this building, you know?"
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Post by rhi on Oct 30, 2006 21:05:38 GMT
Rhi moved swiftly to stand beside Keen and nodded
"The one and only!" she stood beside him facing down the stranger in their warehouse. She smiled it was their warehouse they were both Street Kings and had a right to proclaim it as their own.
"Who are you Mr. bad ass?!"
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Post by Tommy on Oct 30, 2006 21:07:42 GMT
"I'm not at liberty to say but I will tell you something, the family agres that you owe us money, for letting you use this facility."
Tommy straigtened his tie and smirked. "You never know what might happan, you know what I mean?"
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Post by Keen on Oct 30, 2006 21:14:33 GMT
Knuckles cracked into his other hand, Keen grimaced at the man, placing an arm around Rhi's waist. "I can have a good guess. It involves your head and this fist, bitch."
He wasn't the least fazed by the mafia man's tough guy act, Keen was experienced enough a brawler to know that it was mostly show.
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Post by Tommy on Oct 30, 2006 21:16:50 GMT
Tommy looked down at his regal blue tie and brushed the tie down. "Look it ain't my decision so no hard feeling's." within a split second the 9mm handgun pointed at the man's head.
"Just pay up or the cops find you buried under cement."
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Post by Erian Beaumont on Oct 30, 2006 21:17:50 GMT
Lungs rapidly rejected the waste, inhaled the pure air, and continued to listen, although unintentionally to the voices that echoed through the empty, man-made cavern. A pair of cars had now surfaced, people had entered the warehouse, and even more worryingly, a large flock had exited just a few moments before. Erian felt as though time was running out - time that she was not sure she had to waste. Her head rolled back against the cool metal behind her, eyes slid shut as her chest continued to heave in a feeble attempt to keep up with the renegade beat of her heart.
"Erian." A soft whisper broke the silence. In an instant, the young woman shifted into an upright stance, only for a hand to be placed upon her shoulder. "It's only me."
There Kellan stood, one hand poised upon his friend's shoulder, his other hand wrapped around what appeared to be his mobile phone, the screen alive with colour - a mural that looked all too familiar, pressed against his chest as he panted furiously for air, a smile of relief upon his face.
"...You ran here?" Erian whispered, her eyes wide with surprise. She had not expected Kellan to have found her so quickly, but she, of all people, should have known better than to doubt the loyalty of the young Braeburn.
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Post by rhi on Oct 30, 2006 21:19:15 GMT
Rhi smiledat the familarity as Keen slipped his arm around her waist not only was it a welcome back of sorts but he was meaning to protect her to show her he would handle this. She shook her head at the man.
"This warehouse has never belonged to any mafia family!" she glared at him
"How can we give you money for what isnt yours?!" she eyed the gun [pointing at Keen
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Post by Keen on Oct 30, 2006 21:22:47 GMT
"That's a point. The mafia don't have a foothold round here - and if the deTox boys hear about this, they'll be all over your ass like a rash." Keen smiled, as if at the idea.
"So put down the pea shooter, if you're gonna fight, do it like a man, not a bitch."
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Post by Tommy on Oct 30, 2006 21:24:51 GMT
"Look the family is dissapointed and i need to take my leave." The 9mm rang out, the lone bullet travelling straight past the man's ear.
"Next time you be dead." Tommy turned around and slowly walked away his jacket blew in the wind when he turned the corner.
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