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Realistic or Modern The Blood {Restart, New Characters Welcome}

"You think we should bring it up to Stallion? I don't like the air today. We might be better off getting ready, just in case."


Dirk eased up on his knife. He's only more anxious, he knows how these types of things go. You touch one my mine, I kill one of yours. At least that was the motto for the people he used to roll with in Salvador.
 
Red's hands delved into her pockets as she turned causally to Coriolanus. "It never hurts to double check, learned that the hard way." She grinned at the two boys. "Should we go check?"
 
"Might as well." Dirk heads towards the door and holds it open. "Ladies first." He looks at Red flashing a crooked smile mocking her in a playful way.
 
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Red brushed past him, saying in a light tone, "Pearls before swine." She headed for the grotto, pausing to allow the others to catch up to her as she pulled out her knife and began flipping it into the air and catching it by the handle.
 
"I'll leave a message to Artemis." He mumbled, following the two of them.


To Feisty: Me, Dirk and Red are going back to the base. I'll explain later, I promise we're not having a threesome.


He then proceeded to follow the duo, but not before using the occasion to casually leer at Red, before elbowing Dirk in his ribs for his obvious attempt at charm. He sent a couple of confident smirks to a group of younger teens which they passed, much more in number but less in courage.


"Ah, I hope I'm just being the usual paranoic ass." If something had happened, Stallion would have been very pissed off.
 
Stallion laughs at what Red said and follows along the two younger members looking at the teens Coriolanus was smirking at. He had a natural mean mug and it didn't help him make friends.


"You know, you should start carrying some sort of weapon Coriolanus. You never know when you might need it."
 
Red mock gasped as she turned to look at Coriolanus. "Cora, you don't carry a weapon? Don't worry sweetheart, Dirk and I will protect you from the meanies out there." She flashed him a teasing smirk and winked, gesturing at the kids. "Worst thing I've gotten from a couple a kids like them is some leering, a few wolf whistles and some bruises. But from rival gangs and people who know their stuff...? Being prepared never hurts."
 
Dirk knows all about what serious people are about and capable of.


"Of course that's if you think you can deal with loosing an eye because you weren't prepared for it." He adds half joking half seriously.
 
"Oh, but I do carry weapons around. It's just that this brute doesn't know where they're hidden." If the italian were to talk about his weapon, he'd say of the knucklerings into his backpocket, or perhaps confess about the knives hidden in his jacket inside pocket. But he wouldn't really confess about the dagger hidden in his shoe, or the gun in his backpack.


He saw one of the kid's purses slightly open, so as the boy passed he skillfully and fastly put an hand in it, extracting some sort of little stereo device without the kid noticing.


"At least 125$." He thought aloud, stuffing it into his own backpack, but closing it tightly.
 
Red let out a whistle. "Hell, I can pickpocket, but wow, you're good." She glanced over, leaning down to see what Coriolanus was holding while they walked. "Definatly worth a pretty penny, good job." She clapped him on the back and glanced around. "We should be almost there, only a block or so away."
 
"I'd be upset over being called a brute but you're not wrong. I was never good at being subtle. I'd just fight over what I wanted in Salvador." Dirk said laughing. "So do you have a plan in case we find someone new boss or do we just fuck shit up?" He asks Coriolanus.
 
"Old habitutes are hard to forget." He chuckled. If the italian was famous for anything in the group it was for being a skilled thief, and the cigarette machine, he wished members would start remembering his name for his role though.


As they came closer to The Grotto there were always less people on streets. An old woman gave them an odd looked, and he felt the gaze of many men as they passed. "Something is off." He muttered.


He turned his attention at Dink's question, smiling crookedly "If something happened there isn't going to be a boss, more likely some lowgrade soldiers. Let's not kill st least one, we'll get the information we need then. Let's just hope everything is fine."


@Drowse Boy
 
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"I hope so." Red muttered, glancing around cautiously. "I'd sure hate to be the person who fucked up the grotto after I found out." She caught the switchblade again, gripping it tightly in her hands. "Something definatly isn't right."
 
Dirk gets against the door and presses his ear. "I hear nothing. Should I kick the door open and take whoever is in there by surprise?"
 
He rolled his eyes at the Salvadorian's "spy-mode". Extracting his gun swiftly, he motioned for the strong man to do so.


As soon Dirk complied he burst into the room, gun raised and ready to fight.


But as soon as it raised, it lowered.


"What the..."


Everything was trashed over. Papers were all over the floors, chairs destroyed along with other furnitures. He scratched his chin with the top of his rifle "This is a nightmare." He muttered, frowning at his figure in a broken mirror.


Out of rage he hit the side of his fist on the wall, twice, a curse escaping his lips in the young man's original language. "I swear if I get my hands on whoever did this I'll make them beg for death. Someone call Stallion!"
 
Dirk stands in a quiet rage and leaves The Grotto to find Stallion. The people in the street see the big Salvadorian walking and immediately get out of his way. "Voy a matar estos hijos de su pinches madres. ( I'm going to kill these sons of bitches)" He says under his breath as he heads on his way.
 
"Was zum Teufel?" Red cursed, glancing around as she snarled. "Jemand wird teuer bezahlen." She hissed, stepping inside and irritatedly throwing her blade into a wall. "Die Hölle machen wir jetzt?!" She took a deep breath and ran her hands through her hair, mumbling under her breath as she yanked the blade form the wall.


(If you need clarification on the meaning, you can have your character ask mine.)
 
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Artemis {Sixteen} Second-In-Command


Artemis was shocked at how Slim revealed her identity and used her first name. But he made her soon realize what Amber was doing. But then she noticed the whole gang wonder off, so uniting with Stallion she too followed them and found the garage door opening up to reveal such a mess. Stallion and her entered the scene.



"Do you think it was a good idea celebrating now?" She looked at Stallion, he would take this the hardest.



"Kill them..." Stallion whispered as he walked past everyone, entering the once-was boardroom.



"What?" Artemis wondered if she heard right, but she knew she did, but just could not believe it. "We could start up somewhere else." She suggested but received a snarl in reply.



"No. KILL them!" Stallion shouted, he kicked the steel bats out of the way and hit his fist on the crushed safe, sending an echo throughout the room.



Artemis stood, afraid of what may become, what monster these people unleashed.



OOC: Something called sleep, I did a lot of it...
 
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Slim had been drunk for a while until the bar maid kindly passed him a lemon tea with honey and ginger in a wine glass, he was tricked but he soon came to his senses and stood up, staggering. "Everybody left?" There was the odd one or two, but Artemis had gone. Slim sauntered out and held onto the streets for support, he then came across a familiar group entering the garage, he joined them and found Stallion yelling. His hand was placed on Artemis' shoulder, oblivious to how he treated her tonight.


"What happened?" Was his question, his senses were distorted and he saw a little blurred vision but nothing a quick cup of tea won't fix.
 
(Yh I like to sleep too oppsiee)


Coriolanus turned to the higher ups commander, shaking his head.


"We arrived ten minutes ago, we searched the place but there seems nobody else around." The italian paced the room, occasionally checking the damage "Figli di puttana! They broke the bathroom door." He almost growled out.


How was it that every time he joined something new it got wrecked.


Yet again he felt the need for air and left the room of his usual spot on the building's top.


"Call me if you need me." He told to the group in general.
 
Artemis {Sixteen} Second-In-Command


The girl seemed surprised Slim was in half his senses, "Fucking look around you dimwit, tell me what you fucking see! And keep your hands off!" She pushed his hand off and snapped. Artemis then looked at all of the others, her eyes warning not to get near Stallion and she cautiously joined him. She knew right now he was shattered in two, he was fragile. She and Slim knew how he made this home after being thrown out of many gangs for eliminating their own members, this was the place where they first spent their first night and when Stallion founded The Blood. "Stallion." Artemis reached for her engraved dagger hidden in her boot and went behind him.



Stallion then flinched as her hand touched his shoulder and he went wild.



"Do not touch me right now Artemis, I really do not want to hurt you. Just stay away." He pushed her back, but then he felt a sharp poke on his arm. She had skinned him a little.



"You need to calm down." She then dropped her dagger on the floor, and it collided with the debris with a
clang!
 
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Slim was a little dumbfounded at first but then he realised he was drunk, and immediately wore an apologetic expression.


Slim put a hand through his dark hair and frowned at the situation and how Stallion's demonic self was coming to life. Artemis was thrown in his direction, so he stood near her, attempting to comfort her without seeming to look for an advantage.



"Is it still there?" Slim was referring to the small trunk he, Stallion and Artemis hid, containing their beloved objects when they first joined.



OOC: I would hate it if somebody wrote: '[insert name] already knew what Slim was talking about.'



Do you remember the 'fire' scene two years ago? I wanted to virtually strangle her for ruining it.
 
Coriolanus had always been a secretive kind of kid. He didn't enjoy showing his weak moments to others, and this was no exception.


So, upon having reached the building's top, the italian let himself go.


With an angry glare he kicked a near trashcan, smashing it completely on the side before it accidentally fell down. He didn't even bother to worry about people being down. Then the third in command moved his rage toward a wooden door left on a pile of random furnitures, breaking it's wood until the only part left was the handle.


Finished, with his breath short and a wild look, Coriolanus ran an hand through his hair and recomposed himself. Finally using this spot for what it actual was, at least for him, he started smoking.
 

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