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Post by T.I. inc. on Jun 28, 2016 16:40:23 GMT -8
Opening Ceremonies
The plane touched down in Chicago, screeching of the tires, small duffs of smoke leaving whirlwinds behind. Pulling to the gate, the rest of the passengers getting up, grabbing their bags and filing out. Vincent waited, seated, his briefcase on his lap. He knew the flight would cause his legs to be a bit wobbly, and needed a minute to stabilize himself lest he put a hole in the floor of the plane.
Once he was the last, standing and leaving the plane. He headed to baggage claim, where a concierge was waiting for him. Silently they went to the car, and made their way to his new home. The moving truck was still en-route and wouldn't be there for a few days. Until then he had an apartment in downtown, Flair Tower as it was called, nice place, his apartment was thirty floors up, not top floor, but still nice. Using his key fob, he made his way to his apartment, the short elevator ride up, through the secured door. The cool air inside awaited him as he stepped in and shut the door behind, taking a moment to take it all in, before he went into his bedroom, the bed he had purchased already here.
Setting his briefcase down, he unbuttoned his collar and took his tie off. Looking at the briefcase, he smirked, and got up. Our view will pan out of the apartment to view the world outside and then down to the street as Vincent comes out the building and begins just walking down the street. Cautious of traffic and other pedestrians, Vincent just began exploring the town, before he noticed he was in a shadier neighborhood. All towns had that place, with people sleeping on the streets, hustlers on every corner, seedy shops and the like. He looked so out of place, but that was fine, as he made his way into one of the seedier shops. Inside was cigarettes and mist stuff, knives, self defense, soda etc, you know the kind.
In one of the displays was a can of mace and a taser, after grabbing a bottle of water Vincent made his way back to the counter and had the clerk let him see those items. After checking to make sure they worked, well not the mace at least, he purchased the items and pocketed them. Leaving the store, drinking his water, he made his way down an alleyway. Two men down it were talking something but dispersed as he got closer. Not one to push any issues yet, Vincent just made his way down, getting lost he noticed in the meantime.
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Post by eddy on Jul 3, 2016 1:46:27 GMT -8
Razor Eddy • • • • I love my new job…
Chicago is a vast city, like any metropolitan city. Although it has its nice places and its fancy restaurants there also exists simultaneously a dark underbelly. Where law and order are overthrown by those with more guns, and more people to shoot those guns. However, despite these dark places and those criminals who exist within them there exists a varying degree of grey as well. If the mayor takes a bribe to allow a crime family, or syndicate, free reign over a certain form of industry, is that evil? If the yakuza commit crimes to put food on the table for their families, is that evil? This sort of thinking brings out the realistic questions of what is evil and what is not. What does going too far into darkness look like or mean? Can a person perform bad actions for good reasons? Just the same as people can perform good actions for bad reasons?
The men looked at Eddy shocked as he finished his monologue discussing the nature of crime, and his perspective of it from a philosophical perspective. Although they were shocked he had been drowning on for a while now, they were far more shocked that he did not seem the least bit concerned about all of the guns they were pointing at him. Was this man in fact crazy the men with guns seemed to be pondering.
“Ok guys, you might not want to talk about it but this is something I want you to think about. Also im trying to give you the opportunity to put your guns down and walk away from this. I am just here for this guy.” Eddy would say pointing to the man who laid below him, seemingly unconscious, with a fresh bruise forming on his jaw.
“There is no need to fire those guns of yours and turn this into something personal guys. You shoot me and you’re going to ruin my clothes, and then I will have a weird time of dragging this guy out of here with blood all over me and being half naked. I don’t even know what I will do to you if you make me have to take the guns from you.”
Eddy said with a tone of utmost seriousness.
“So how about it guys?” Eddy asked just as the men exchanged looks to each other.
The men were not amused, and they didn’t agree. So the sounds of several sub machine guns started to fire, bullets whizzing pass Eddy, and through Eddy. Blood spattering out behind him as his body shook from the impact of several bullets hitting him all at once. Riddled with bullets he fell backwards onto the floor. The men stood silent for several moments after Eddy hit the floor, then with an exchanged look they all laughed. Their clips empty, the man before them seemed pretty dead.
A few moments later Eddy raised his hand. Holding two fingers up towards the ceiling.
“Two things guys, first I said you didn’t have to do this. Secondly you decided to do it anyways, so that’s means I’m not going to be nice.”
Eddy said as he stood up and lunged towards the men. Our view moves to outside the narrow entrance to the slum building where this interaction took place. The sounds of men getting beat up and Eddy laughing and cussing at the men continues for several minutes until all goes silent.
Then we see Eddy walk out the side door, clothes covered in bullet holes, a man slung over his shoulder, and whistling a happy go lucky tune as he heads into the alley.
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Post by T.I. inc. on Jul 4, 2016 20:52:30 GMT -8
Opening Ceremonies
As Vincent came around a corner, he did see a man come out of a doorway someways down the alley, another man slung over his shoulder.
"Okay, that cant be good"
He muttered to himself, as he idly reached into his pocket, gripping the taser. He wondered if this was gonna be a problem, hoping not, the guy looked pretty beat up, almost like he was...shot... As Vincent got closer he did see the bullet wound sin the man, and his eyes just grew a bit bigger.
"You okay there pal?"
He said, looking at the guy, and the man on his shoulder. Vincent was beginning to get a bad feeling about this.
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