Green stood slowly, shaking. He desperately needed money - and there seemed to be the perfect people. Slightly drunk and distracted. They seemed to almost be picking a fight. He casually strolled by them, trying to be as discreet as possible. Using a quick slight of hand, he grasped for the mans wallet.
((Stingray))
-Same as all before except:
-Trying to take Draken's wallet
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Draken felt a tug on his back pocket, a light one, but still a tug. Without looking, Draken snapped his hand down and gripped the thin man's wrist with a iron fist. Chuckling lightly, Draken said, "Excuse me a moment, all."
Slowly turning to face the man, Draken asked calmly, "Now why would you be trying to steal my wallet?"
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"It's a bet for a fight, between me and one of the three at this table in unarmed combat. I win the fight, I get all the money. One of you guys win the fight, I give you guys the money to divide as you see fit. Sound good?" Said George, placing $50 on the table.
I'm always happy just 'cause there isn't a reason to be sad.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
Green paused, before reaching towards his back pocket and snatching up his pistol.
"G-give me the ****-ucking money man! I nee- eed the ****ing drugs!" He pointed the pistol straight at the mans face. He would shoot if it came down to it.
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At first Draken seemed unconcerned, then his face lit up, and he started laughing. Quietly at first, then it increased toma full-out belly laugh. Calming down, Draken gently pushed the gun out of his face, and wrapped a large, friendly arm around the druggie.
"I can see you're in dire straights for money. Well, let me help you with that," Draken then turned the druggie around and pointed at a well-dressed man at the very end of the bar, "See that man there?"
Draken looked back at Tobi, Yami and George, and winked.
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"Shut the **** up!" Green snapped, and shot a bullet into the air. "All of you, on the floor, now. Don't say a ****ing word, or I will shoot you! He walked up to the bartender, smashing the gun in his face. "All the ****ing money. Now."
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Draken sighed. This wasn't going at all to plan. Grasping his beer bottle, he finished the rest of it off, and sat back down in his chair. Calling over to the bar, Draken said, "Give him the money, Bert. Actually, give him the money in the special package. You know, the one with the nice bow on top?"
The bartender, Bert, was initally confused by Draken's request, then his face brightened in recognition. Bert walked over to the cash register, and opened it. Using the motion of the money tray, Bert slid his hand underneath the bar to grab...
A shotgun, with a pretty bow on the stock. Keeping it under the bar, Bert slid the money tray to the druggie.
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Some man with a gun went to the bar and demanded money for... drugs, Niya figured. She remembered some pills she stole from her boyfriend before he kicked her out of his house. She wasn't going to use them, she just wanted to irritate him. The bartender pulled out a shotgun, and Niya had a feeling this wasn't going to end too well. She figured they had it under control, and she didn't want to give drugs to a complete stranger. She just was disappointed because now wasn't the time to order another beer...
Tobi just blinked a little at all the commotion, putting her head down on the table much like she had earlier. None of the violence phased her really, it wasn't something she hadn't seen before. She'd learned to just quiet down and stay out of the way... however, her good side spoke up a little and she sat up again, eyes fixating themselves on the druggie. The tipsyness seemed to have vanished as she slowly got up from the table, seeming to consider walking over to them.
At the corner of her eye, Niya saw a ((woman/girl?)) get up and walk toward the druggie. He looked like he was suffering from withdraw or he was really high. Either he had drugs a few minutes ago or hadn't had them in weeks depending on how bad his addiction was. The girl really wasn't that smart to be approaching someone acting like that. Niya got up, tired of the fact she'd have to wait to get a drink.
She walked up to the druggie and made him turn to her. She wasn't really sure what drugs he did, and she wasn't planning on giving him any in the first place, but before she knew it, she reached into her pocket and handed him two pills.
"Get out of here. You're not impressing anyone." She mouthed a "your welcome" to the lady that started to walk towards the druggie.
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I would tell you about how awesome I am down here, but I have a feeling you probably already know that. <- Please. ._.
Approaching the bar, Derek saw the guns. Ordinarily he would let it be, and walk away, but not this bar. He had business to attend to, and he couldn't wait. Calmly, Derek entered the bar holding a gun in his right hand and a briefcase in his left. He noticed the hands of one of the men (Neil) - they were shaking slightly, and his feet seemed to twitch the slightest bit. Meanwhile, the man wielding the shotgun stood in a proper stance to wield a weapon and had no signs of nervousness. Derek pointed his gun at the shaking man. "Just what is going on here?" he said in a calm, yet intimidating voice.
* Your name [Derek]
* Alcohal level [Sober]
* Condition [How their feeling in general]
* Location [near the door, but not in front of it. (He feels uncomfortable turning his back to such a vulnerable area)]
* Money [$500]
Derek grinned. That's good to here coming from someone such as yourself, but I'm not much of one to stand by and watch as someone runs off with my money.
"As long as he has that cash, he's my problem." Derek said glancing at the girl for no longer than a short moment.
* Your name [Derek]
* Alcohal level [Sober]
* Condition [Annoyed that the man still possesses the money.]
* Location [near the door, but not in front of it. (He feels uncomfortable turning his back to such a vulnerable area)]
* Money [$500]
Green quickly snatched the drugs and pistol-whipped the bartender in the face, taking the money and the shotgun. Diving to the side, he aimed the shotgun at the newcomer while popping the pills. The high washed over him, removing his shakes. The withdrawal was gone for now. Thank god.
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((really? I misread something then. Ill re-write my posts. Sorry about that)).
Edit: Just kidding. I think Ill roll with this now that green is back.
Noticing Green reach for the shotgun, Derek fired off a shot (to impair green's aim), and opened the heavy door to take cover. 'Just what I needed - a gunfight' he thought.
"Hey, lets not get too violent just yet. How about I give you this case first?" He continued to take refuge behind the door while waiting for a reply.
((^ Powergame. :-P Ignoring it, sorry. You basically made it impossible for me to react.))
The bullet ripped through his skin, but the high made him feel no pain. He started drooling, and saw hallucinations. Ducking under a table, he slowly started crawling towards the door, the pointing the gun straight at the man.
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"Well it depends...eh..." Draken turned to his heckler, searching for his name, "Uh, George, right? What kind of bet?"
((Stingray))
-Same as all before except:
-Trying to take Draken's wallet
Slowly turning to face the man, Draken asked calmly, "Now why would you be trying to steal my wallet?"
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
"G-give me the ****-ucking money man! I nee- eed the ****ing drugs!" He pointed the pistol straight at the mans face. He would shoot if it came down to it.
"I can see you're in dire straights for money. Well, let me help you with that," Draken then turned the druggie around and pointed at a well-dressed man at the very end of the bar, "See that man there?"
Draken looked back at Tobi, Yami and George, and winked.
The bartender, Bert, was initally confused by Draken's request, then his face brightened in recognition. Bert walked over to the cash register, and opened it. Using the motion of the money tray, Bert slid his hand underneath the bar to grab...
A shotgun, with a pretty bow on the stock. Keeping it under the bar, Bert slid the money tray to the druggie.
Completely calm
At the bar
Sober
<- Please. ._.
She walked up to the druggie and made him turn to her. She wasn't really sure what drugs he did, and she wasn't planning on giving him any in the first place, but before she knew it, she reached into her pocket and handed him two pills.
"Get out of here. You're not impressing anyone." She mouthed a "your welcome" to the lady that started to walk towards the druggie.
<- Please. ._.
* Your name [Derek]
* Alcohal level [Sober]
* Condition [How their feeling in general]
* Location [near the door, but not in front of it. (He feels uncomfortable turning his back to such a vulnerable area)]
* Money [$500]
"It's fine. We have everything under control." She snickered.
<- Please. ._.
"I handed him some drugs. He's fine. He's not anyone's problem."
Niya
Sober
Unamused, irritated
Near the bar where Green and Derek are
$495
<- Please. ._.
* Your name [Derek]
* Alcohal level [Sober]
* Condition [Annoyed that the man still possesses the money.]
* Location [near the door, but not in front of it. (He feels uncomfortable turning his back to such a vulnerable area)]
* Money [$500]
<- Please. ._.
((really? I misread something then. Ill re-write my posts. Sorry about that)).Edit: Just kidding. I think Ill roll with this now that green is back.
Noticing Green reach for the shotgun, Derek fired off a shot (to impair green's aim), and opened the heavy door to take cover. 'Just what I needed - a gunfight' he thought.
"Hey, lets not get too violent just yet. How about I give you this case first?" He continued to take refuge behind the door while waiting for a reply.
The bullet ripped through his skin, but the high made him feel no pain. He started drooling, and saw hallucinations. Ducking under a table, he slowly started crawling towards the door, the pointing the gun straight at the man.