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Post by eddy on Jun 23, 2016 17:08:35 GMT -8
Razor Eddy • • • • When a couple of guys started up to no good…
The question was altogether far too simple, give me your money. Wait, was it a question or a statement? Eddy was unsure.
“I would like to point out the strangeness of your, statement? Or was it a question I got to ask?” Eddy asked as he slowly continued walking towards the mugger.
The mugger looked dumbfounded and rightly so, here this mugger was going about his normal night of robbing people when some tall, lanky, homeless guy interrupted him and is now talking to him like he is the one being robbed.
“Hey dude fuck off!” The mugger said to eddy, moving the blade from pointing towards his potential victim to Eddy now. “I’m not fucking around” the mugger yelled trying to scare Eddy off.
“No but seriously statement or question?” Eddy said again, not in any sort of mocking way but like he was in fact trying to understand. His literary skills were not the sharpest and often he found himself trying to be as grammatically correct, and politically correct as he could. Even if it meant asking strange questions to strange people.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” The mugger asked, as Eddy continued walking towards him. Eddy was getting close to the man now; he was only ten or so feet away from him. It seemed to the mugger that despite the weapon he was holding the strange, tall, seemingly homeless man did not care.
“Are you fucking crazy? I will fucking stab you!” The mugger yelled, the nervousness in his voice becoming something that was evident to all.
Eddy would continue walking, five feet away now. The mugger would shuffle his feet preparing himself for the inevitable fight he presumed was about to happen. Eddy was within arm’s reach now and didn’t seem to be stopping. The mugger waved his knife in front of himself, in wide arcing swipes, trying to scare Eddy away.
Eddy reached out for the mugger, the mugger turned his blade in and stabbed Eddy in the belly.
“That hurt.” Eddy said as though he was seemingly shocked. Then low laughter rang out from Eddy, the sort of creepy violent laughter that is only heard for presumably violent dangerous people. Eddy grabbed the man’s arm and then punched him in the jaw. The mugger started to fall but with his grasp Eddy held on to the him dropping blow after blow, after blow. The mugger fell to his back blood pouring from his obviously broken nose.
“Sleepy, sleep time.” Eddy said before delivering one final blow to knock the man out. After the mugger would land flat on his back lost into unconsciousness Eddy would glance back towards the victim. “You might wanna call 911, or this guy might just die. Who knows? The streets are a dangerous place at night.”
Eddy started rummaging through the mugger’s pockets, “The punishment always fits the crime.” He said to himself under his breath. After going through all of the man’s pockets he would would sigh a deep disappointed sigh.
“No money, only drugs. What a piece of shit.” Eddy said dropping the bagged up drugs on the man’s chest. “Enjoy jail.” Eddy the said as he walked off from the scene of the crime, the sound of sirens starting to be heard over in the distance.
Eddy would cut through a few alleys, and then stroll through a small commercial park, filled with stores, shops, and outdoor shopping centers. The kind of place the homeless was constantly told to leave. Seeing the sprinklers going he would walk through them and rinse the blood off his hands and cloths. Unworried about getting drenched in the process. He would act as if he was taking a normal shower. Stripping off his shirt, and only leaving his shoes and pants on. He would gargle the water and then spit it out, collecting water in his mouth a few times Eddy would take several generous drinks filling his parched belly. Slinging his wet clothes over his shoulder he would continue on his merry way, like nothing strange had happened. Just a tall, lanky homeless man enjoying a midnight shower.
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Post by eddy on Jun 23, 2016 23:22:54 GMT -8
Razor Eddy • • • • When a couple of guys started up to no good…
The parade of people flowed through the busy North town streets like they always did, club goers walked up and down the streets. Some in drunken stupors, while others were on their way to the next place to spend all their money on partying., and later be in a drunken stupor as well. It was one of the more active nightlife destinations in Chicago and so sadly it also a reputation for being where most crimes happened. Drunk people getting robbed, or into fights was a pretty common occurrence. So this was mostly the area of town where Eddy liked to get into trouble. Whether he started the trouble himself, or someone else starts the issue, this part of town is full of nightly troubles.
Music gently played across the streets from the different clubs and bars, and then Eddy hooked a left down an alleyway. A small neon sign with the light up words Bar, could be seen once you to stepped far enough down the alley. It was definitely a dive bar, but the sort of dive bar was one that even more interesting. While the other bars tended to have party people of all sorts, this bar was more of place that those sorts would immediately be uncomfortable in. Big surely looking biker types, ex-cons, and the sorts of peoples you wouldn’t want to get in a fight with. It is strange that the bar would be on the busiest club area but would be hard to find but that didn’t mean that the occasional hipster wouldn’t walk in. Which was fun for the regulars, and even though Eddy was homeless, they didn’t mind him hanging around. He didn’t pick fights here and was usually willing to step in to deal with issues. Plus, wherever he got his money from no one seemed to care or ask, so he usually had a running tab.
By the time he would sit down a couple of the other regulars would say hi, give him a handshake or a friendly slap on the back. That’s kind of how it was here, bunch of people the world had stopped caring about that helped each other out. He would get handed a couple beers and a couple shots and then would take his seat.
But all that gooey brotherly love shit aside it was the only place Eddy could just chill without getting hassled, so he would catch the latest score of a game, or take a nap.
Eddy would crack back his shots and then chug one of the beers, sadly because of his mutant power it was nearly impossible to get drunk. But if he drank enough alcohol fast enough he could feel a tiny, tiny, little buzz for a couple moments. Eddy would burp after drinking his booze and then kick back in his booth, maybe catch a couple minutes for a nap.
However lovely timing as it would ever be some non-regulars came into the bar, but they weren’t the normal sort, they had guns and seemed like they were looking for someone. They passed a word to the bartender and then slipped him a couple hundred which was not hidden at all, like they were making a point. Sadly, the bartender points towards Eddy and the group of four come walking on back to Eddy’s booth. They didn’t seem to walk with the any sort of discipline so they weren’t government, probably gang members of some variety.
As the approached and sat down they bowed to Eddy slightly, then took off their bike helmets. They were definitely some sort of Asian gang and after Eddy inspected their neck tats it was clear they were probably Yakuza. Eddy only knew because he had met a couple yakuza in prison. Same tattoo on all of them, mostly the same location to but it depended on the person.
One of them spoke, saying that they had heard from some of their gang about the things that transpired in prison, and that they would be interested in hiring him for a job. It would be dangerous but they believed if the stories where true, then he would be fine. The one speaking passed an envelope across the table, then he told Eddy that all the information he needed was in the envelope. Plus, half the jobs payment up front.
Once they had spoken their piece they got up, picked up their helmets then walked out of the bar. All the other regulars looked towards the people that left then towards Eddy then went back to their drinks and conversations. The bartender made her way over to Eddy and grabbed a spot on the booth next to Eddy.
“Wasn’t sure what those peeps wanted but you’re not in trouble or anything are ya?” She said to Eddy genuinely concerned.
“Nah, I’m all right. They wanted to hire me for a job or something.” Eddy said with a nonchalant attitude as though he took what they said as thought it was a prank or something.
“They seemed pretty serious, and I saw Yakuza tattoos, you sure it’s going to be ok?” The bartender would ask again.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little face.” Eddy would say being patronizing intentionally.
“Don’t be a dick Eddy.” The bartender would say with a smile and a laugh, then she would head back to the bar.
Eddy would chuckle slightly as she walked away then look through the envelope. There was a picture of a person, and easily five thousand dollars. Based on the thickness of the stack inside the envelope, but it might have been more.
“So, do I want to make some seemingly easy money or not?” Eddy would say to himself quietly and then put all the stuff back into the envelope and then lean back in his booth.
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