Core

Anderson stopped at the dead body, sweating profusely in the humid heat but not out of breath like his partner who staggered up to him and leaned against the building. He asked between pants, "How is he?"

Anderson bowed his head and sighed, he muttered a prayer for the man's soul and looked up in time to see a group of men round the corner, many of them were brandishing hand to hand weapons, such as bats or large sticks, only one had a gun. Anderson knew from the color of their skin that they were the new Columbian Mafia, he quickly stepped between them and his partner and pointed his gun at the man with the gun. The group stopped and stared intently at Anderson. Anderson pointed towards the body and asked who killed the boy, the group simply stared at Anderson. One of the men with a bat simply raised the bat and pointed at Anderson.

Anderson realized what had happened, the woman had killed the boy to throw him off the track and put more troubles on his plate. Anderson knew he could not talk his way out of this, it was her word against his and they hated cops, so Anderson simply pointed the gun at the most immediate threat and pulled the trigger. The only man with a gun went down without a sound leaving a dime sized hole between his eyes. He swept the crowd and they backed away, he motioned for Yancy to pick up the weapon dropped by the dead mafiosi, Yancy refused, appeared to be stricken with fear. So Anderson simply knelt and grabbed it, as he did one of the men jumped for him wielding his bat like a battle axe.

Unable to swing the gun around to fire on the man, Anderson simply slammed the butt into the mafiosi's hand which shattered bones while the other hand went to the mafiosi's temple. The man fell motionless, Anderson felt for a pulse and was relieved to find the man still alive. He stood up and swept both guns towards the growing group, he pointed to the unconcious man and said, "Take him away and leave."

One of the men stepped out of the group and yelled, "Why don't you put those guns away and fight us like a man, copper!" Anderson sighed, but delayed his response to give the group a moment to reflect on his size and power.
"My quarrel is not with you, the Italian Mafia desires the woman I was chasing, it appears she killed this boy to encourage you to kill me. I will give you that chance if you want it. My guns will go to my partner who will have orders to return to the station leaving me alone with you guys. But I have a better proposition for you if you are willing to listen."

At the mention of the Italian Mafia the group suddenly felt uneasy and started shifting their feet. If this copper is in fact on the Italians payroll they would invite trouble just hurting him. The supposed leader stepped back to confer with his mates, he returned several minutes later....
 
Ray was visibly uncomfortable with the sudden presence of Lindsey.She was very expansive, and he could feel it. But he took his time to answer, putting away the wooden box and reaching for his bow. that calmed him and gave him time to think. And then he spoke: "Hello. You... really like to go straight to the point, right? Well. I don't, and..." Ray was again uncomfortable. "I came here to ask questions, not to answer them. But I'll tell you. Quid pro quo, you understand?

"To be honest, I don't know who I'm gonna kill. I wanna avange my mother, she was abducted, raped..." Tears were visible for an instant in Ray's eyes "and brutally murdered, they... ah, I can't describe it. I really can't. The point is, I wanna kill the Phillipine gang who did it. Now, what doy you do, why were those cops after you?!
 
"I know things in this town. That's my job. They wanted to know things too, but I didn't feel like telling," she shrugged. "Not yet anyhow."

She chuckled. "A gang? Alone? You serious? Ehehe... You've had a bad day too, didn't you? I can sympathize with that. You know, my own parents were murdered too."

She caught a look on his face and started laughing. "Oh no, no need to feel sorry. I killed my mother. She was such a little..." she shook her head. "But my father was actually murdered by someone else. I think it was over a can of peach. I'm not sure. Is there something on my face?"

She stared right into Ray's eyes as she approached, pointing the Popsicle stick at him. "Look at you. You want to kill other people... But you don't know how. You don't have the look of a crazed killer in you."

"For example, bow and arrows are nice and all... But how would you react if someone leapt at you with... A knife?"

She pointed the Popsicle stick at him.
 
As the shadowy threads of horror and disgust sew a cloak of fear around his soul, Ray realised the truth in Lindsey's words, and also that most possibly she was indeed pointing a hidden knife at him. She was some sort of killer, Ray no longer doubted it, and that is why the police was after her. But he still needed to talk, so instead of running away, he answered.

"Frankly, I made this because it's fancy and because I don't need to get into a knife's range. I don't know how to kill, and I don't know who to kill. I don't even know where to start. If I begun with the bow, it's because I know how to build things, but I don't have a way to kill that... GANG. But you do, don't you? You are a killer, I presume. That's why those cops were after you."
 
Hm. The policeman had run off. If that was the sort of courtesy Nate was going to get perhaps he'd better move to a different corner.

Flute in hand, Nate walked towards the junction of Ramirez and Seville.

Along the way, moving through the crowd, Nate was shoved out of the way by a tall, lanky teenager, no older than himself. Suddenly, his flute was gone from his hand.

Nate ran after him - after all, nobody around here seemed to be worried by the theft - but when he turned into a side street, and Nate followed, Nate found himself alone in the street.

And a manhole cover open in front of him.

The sound of water.

And above all, the sounds of somebody climbing very fast down a ladder.
 
She chuckled.

"Funnily enough while that's true, they don't know that I kill people. They just think I spy for... Someone. They really are clutching at straws. One day though, I'll visit them."

"But seriously? You don't even know who to kill?" she chuckled. "That's insane. So you don't know who to kill, but you made that bow to kill someone regardless. You think you are smart, don't you?"

She was dangerously close now. "You know," she said. "About not getting into range o a knife... Well, most often people just try to sneak in close to you.... Or since you don't know who you have to kill, get close to you while distracting you by talking."

She held the Popsicle stick out and tapped Ray's chest. "Let's imagine that this Popsicle stick is a knife, eh?"

She suddenly leapt at him and threw him down to the ground.
 
Laying down on an awkwardly sloped wooden floor in a boat that in turn rested in an awkward angle on a concrete floor, and with a killer on his chest, Ray panicked for the second his back flew downwards, his muscles tightenef in response to the unexpected assault. And thinking about his situation, he eventually considered the sexual implications of the scene in another given environment, and laughed hard.

His muscles loosened, has if he didn't mind. "This is an odd situation, don't you think? I'm pretty sure you are actually hiding a knife somewhere in that suit. Such an skilled killer, if this was a knife" he took the popsicle. "I would ask you to make it fast." And Ray licked the popsicle. "You're not gonna kill me anyway, are you? You could have killed me these days, instead of watching. And, this beauty" he pointed at the bow" is the only thing I could do when I didn't have the slightest idea on what to do."
 
Shhh I was telling to myself, in my head. The city is becoming noisy, hard to keep in the shadows. It has been months in the streets, I have eaten yesterday, but today I only got some bread. I need to stop fearing the crowd. I have to find some sort of group. I heard there is an Orphanage for kids like me, who lost their parents. But. Those are kids, I'm no longer a kid. I need to find some kind of Job, not people who take care of me.

Kim was standing behind a light pole, he was thin enough to hide behind it while some tall people passed by. He noticed some house with lights not too far, the window was open, Kim could see a kitchen. He quietly made his move to the house, sneaking pass anyone. he climbed the window, shoved some food into his mouth, took some in his pockets and was out in a minute. He could hear behind him people entering the room, they sounded happier than him. They didn't even notice the missing food, at least Kim would eat tonight.

So what am I to do next? I need to find someone who is willing to teach me.
 
I quickly rushed from my hiding spot to tail the killer. Keeping my distance, I followed him through the busy streets as he limped along. After minutes of wandering, he opened a door and entered it. The plaque reads Orphanage next to the door.
Time to go find Geoffrey.
 
Kyle sneered, "You've come back!"

"The Red Fingers, Big guys!" I said as he advanced upon me and placed his hand on my throat, "Tricked... must find... real..."

"Jose... Jose" cooed Kyle, "I've always counted you among my friends, but after that betrayal I'm afraid I have to make you learn to not cross the Blue Noses"

The boys behind him began to mutter. Is this how the Police really did things? Suddenly, the big gate in the Wall of The Orphanage opened, and a man with a limp hobbled in...
 
Now, the Russian area, that was something Vasiliy knew well. Including where the Don usually was. He went towards the buildings where the Mafia stationed themselves, and when a lookout asked him where he was from, he said, "I'm a runner for you guys. The Don sent me to the Italian Don, and he wanted me to come back and talk to Viktor again."
 
Geoffrey was looking high and low for the woman that could not be found. He asked for her by name, appearance, etc. and still nothing. Well, I'll just have to get down and dirty. He started to question people a bit more intensely, backing them into corners and against walls. He finally got a couple hints, a sighting here, the memory of a routine there. But it was all so frustrating. Geoffrey could not remember a time that he had worked so hard for so little, yet work he did.

He finally got a lead, somebody saw her near the docks, not yet in them, but looking around near them. Geoffrey set off towards the location. He asked more there. It seemed as though the woman appeared and then disappeared into the street. Manholes. Of course, this is why nobody can find her, she's in the sewers. Geoffrey looked to make sure nobody was watching, quickly opened a manhole and climbed down.

It was dark, so very dark. Water was dripping off in the distance and the ground felt cold and wet. Geoffrey put his hand on the wall, it was smooth and slimy, with God knows what. He fumbled in his pocket for a candle stub and a match, he had learned long ago it was worth it to bring some illumination wherever he went, just in case. Geoffrey took out his first match, he fumbled and dropped it. He tried the second one, it broke when he tried to strike it. He took his final match, kissed it for good luck, and lit it. The flame burned furiously for a couple tenths of a second, then burned out. Oh God, I'm in the dark with no light. There must be a light, there must be.

Geoffrey walked in one direction, always keeping his hand on the wall, knowing he could always go back to the ladder if he needed to. By now his eyes had adjusted, it wasn't pitch black, but very close. He heard footsteps up ahead. He walked a bit faster, and faster, gaining speed until he was nearly running. He smacked into somebody from behind.

"Hey, are you Julia?" he asked

"No" replied a gruff voice.

The last thing Geoffrey remembered was a fist flying towards his face, then total blackness.
 
OOC: Sorry I got caught up in the story and forgot the rules and probably figured in self defense it was different. If you want me to change the story I can. If not I would like a response from the group.

I will be more careful next time. ;)
 
No problem, its just, histories don't match perfectly, but meh.
 
"I like you, this could be fun," she said. A hidden blade suddenly extended itself from her sleeve and cut into the ground inches away from his face. "And you guessed correctly."

The blade returned back into the sleeve and she hopped off of him.

"I'm curious... where did you learn how to make one?" she said. "Knowledge is a very rare commodity nowadays, you know? Oh, and you wouldn't happen to know a nice, abandoned place with a view that I could stick around, hmm?"
 
As the blade swung the air towards the wooden floor, Ray felt like hit by lightning, and terrified for the one second before it disappeared again. He had feared the worst, but now...

"It was a logical conclusion" Ray said casually, "but I am far more curious about how you learnt to make this... this sliding mechanisms. I'm the son of a teacher of physics in the University of Core. And I like to think I got a sort of... gift to understand how things work." Ray's vanity filled him with pride in these times and, as if it had always been his, he put the popsicle in his mouth and turned to one side, making Lindsey fall besides him, who was back in the position he had when Lindsey had entered.
 
Only one thing to do. Nate starts to climb down the ladder, absolutely determined to get his flute back.

Of all the instruments Nate's father left behind, the flute was by far the most precious. He'd helped Nate carve it from an old beam in one of the apartments they'd rented when Nate was young, and Nate had kept it with him, twenty-four seven, ever since.

As Nate reminisces, he realises the next rung is missing. He's just put both his feet on a foothold that isn't there. Slowly, Nate slips his hands onto the rung his feet have just left. Just... close... enough...

Nate comes close to falling as he puts his feet on the rung, but not quite...

A scream from somewhere in the sewer. Shocked, Nate lets go, and hits the water a metre below.

Damn, that was lucky. Time to get Nate's bearings.
 
I finally reach Geoffrey's office, and he's not there. Oh well. I write on my notebook, "Griggs," and leave it in plain sight for him. I read the notes over one more time, and leave for home.
"Tall, white, brown hair and eyes. Black and red tattoo, and for some reason he entered an orphanage, and when he enered I heard "Red Finger" which was what his tattoo looked like," I recall from my notes as I walk away.
 
JoanK said:
As the blade swung the air towards the wooden floor, Ray felt like hit by lightning, and terrified for the one second before it disappeared again. He had feared the worst, but now...

"It was a logical conclusion" Ray said casually, "but I am far more curious about how you learnt to make this... this sliding mechanisms. I'm the son of a teacher of physics in the University of Core. And I like to think I got a sort of... gift to understand how things work." Ray's vanity filled him with pride in these times and, as if it had always been his, he put the popsicle in his mouth and turned to one side, making Lindsey fall besides him, who was back in the position he had when Lindsey had entered.
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"Teacher of physics?" Lindsey said, suddenly intrigued. She seemed to think about some things for a while.

"Tell you what..." she said. "Why don't you introduce me to your father? See, I want to learn things... but books are hard to come by... and sometimes it's just too damn difficult, you know? In return... I'll teach you whatever you want to know."

"Oh, and don't tell him my name's Lindsey. He can call me... Sybil, yes."
 
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