Core

Anderson:

The tall man stepped forwards, and grinned.

"The Italians don't come out this far. Why are you really here?"
Yes, I am aware their turf does not extend this far, but give them a chance and it just might.

But I am not here to threaten you or for that matter arrest you for breaking laws. I was simply pursuing a female suspect for the Italian Mafia who thought it humorous to kill some innocent young kid to throw the Colombians and the Cops into a war, and to a lesser extent the Italians and Russians. Do you want to see Core engulfed into a free for all in which all known Mafia families go to war because of a mistake? Therefore I urge you to reconsider your stance and allow us to leave your turf peacefully. Perhaps I might even throw in a kind word for your Don with the Italian Godfather.
 
"Sure!" Ray raised his arms up and the little wine that was left in the bottle was poured onto his arm and the floor, and the bottle itself was sent flying behind Ray, where it hit the wall and crashed in a thousand tiny bits. "Woah, what a mess, you're right, Lin-" Ray's mind vanished for a second, and he could barely stand. He stumbled to tha trapdoor on the wall and vomited. "I'm too... ill. Gimme that box and I'll get home by myself, don't... worry." Ray vomited again and nearly fainted over his vomit.

"Okay," she said, handing him the box. "Be safe."
 
"Thanks..." Ray somehow made it to the fence in just one minute, but it took at least five more to find the hole. And cross it. By that point he was lying down on the floor. his pose could have suggested he was dead, shot from behind, but he had just fainted. When his senses returned and he realised where he was, he shouted back at the boat:
"Are you still there, Lin? I think I might need some... help". Said while continuously burping or stumbling on anything around him.
 
Lindsey appeared beside him. "I'm not dragging you to your home, Ray," she said, lifting him up. "I'll take you to mine."
 
"But.. but! Dad..." Ray vomited once again and fainted.
 
"Yeah, thought so," she said. She carefully stepped around the puddle of vomit before collecting his arms and then dragging him towards her home.

Arriving at it, she dropped Ray on a nearby couch, undressed, and then fell to sleep in the bed in another room.
 
Conversation with myself Part 3

Joseph looked at the strange like creature. It was full of white hair, and had some black patches. Its eyes were blue, but had a scar on its face.

Amnesia: "What is it? Is it normal, or is a mutation?"
Joseph looked at the creature. The thing stared at Joseph, not moving at all.

Schizo: "I do not know Joe. Should we kill it? Or should we run away?"

Amnesia: "No, i don't think we should. It looks friendly. Maybe it wants food."

Schizo: "Well we don't have. Tell it to f*** off. I don't like it."

Amnesia: "Why not, it looks kind of cute. I remember seeing one, when I was small. That one was brown, but this one looks the same. Maybe we should touch it. Can I touch it?"

Schizo: "No! I am the boss. I will do it!"

Amnesia: "Screw you! You are the boss of no one. I will do what I want."

Schizo: "Really? Try and leave. Right now!"

Joseph tried to walk away, but at the same time he stood still. It looked like he was having a spastic attack. He slapped himself. Himself slapped he. He was trying to wrestle with himself.
The creature let out a howl. It was very loud.
Joseph looked at the creature, frightened.

Schizo: "Go ahead. Touch it. I won't."
Joseph took a stick and tried to poke its face. Slowly...towards the creature. The stick was a centimeter away from the creature. Slowly.
Joseph mumbled to himself. Slowly. It touched the nose of the creature.
The creature let out a loud noise. It was deep, and aggressive, and started jumping up and down. It was a bark! A dog Joseph realised. It was a dog? A dog!
Joseph moved back, and slipped. He fell backwards and hit his head.
"Joey was my dogs' name" was the last thing he thought of.

Spoiler Dog and OOC :
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Can one of you please wake my character up.
 
Vasiliy:

Viktor sighed.
"I figured as much. Hold that thing with two hands, and don't let your wrists snap. Now, let's get a move on. I want to be done this by morning."

Nate:
The girl lies in a pool of her own blood, sobbing. It looks like she's lost a lot of it, possibly enough that she will die. Regardless, she's alive for now, and something needs to be done."

Geoffrey:
The man leans forwards, squinting.
"And what do I get, for helping you?"

Jose:
The man motioned for the boys to get down, as James walked in the door/

James:
The man looks blankly, or perhaps mildly disgusted.
"Get out of my way, brat!"
He draws his own gun, a pistol, from his pocket.

Anderson:
The Colombian-descended man grinned.
"Nice story. You've got three seconds to get the hell out of here, or we start fighting."
A small arsenal of assorted weapons emerges from the men behind him

If anyone gets the chance to wake Joseph up, take it.
 
Vasiliy:
Geoffrey:
The man leans forwards, squinting.
"And what do I get, for helping you?"

"If you help me, I'll find any answer you're looking for, I'm the best in the business."
 
Geoffrey was stunned. Why aren't we allowed to leave? What kind of question is that.

"Listen, I'm not sure, but I know I can find out, just give me some time, answers like that take a bit longer and end up being more dangerous to those involved"

Geoffrey prayed that the man would let him go. He'd do anything to get out of this subterrainian nightmare.
 
"Are they findable? What are the odds anyone knows that, detective!"
The man practically spat the last word. And clearly with disgust, not disease.
 
"The answers are out there! They have to be! Somebody has to be in charge, somebody has to know the truth! My job is finding the truth! Just like I've found out everything else I've taken up!"
 
I recognize the man who is in the door... the farmer with a gun! That's it!

But... this man is a red finger. Would Silv forgive me, or will he hate me like Kyle does?

No.

I must find Justice.

I must find the truth of why Nana is killed, and of the world outside these walls.

Taking a one of the traps from the dropped, bag, I primed it and thew it against the unwounded leg of the limping man, hoping for a hit.
 
As Jose threw the trap, his hand slipped.

With the boy's hand snapped firmly between the blades, he screams, with blood pouring out from between the teeth.
 
James:
The man looks blankly, or perhaps mildly disgusted.
"Get out of my way, brat!"
He draws his own gun, a pistol, from his pocket.

I carefully aim my shot and shoot the gun out of his hand. "Sorry, <redacted>, but I want some answers."

OOC: lol. Ninja'd. Oh well :p
 
Lindsey woke up.

She never slept deeply, in case things like this happened. A noise, right outside. She hurriedly got dressed in her usual ware, a suit with weapons, and stepped outside of her house...

And almost stepped on an unconscious body of a man.

"It's almost like a collectible," she muttered, taking out a knife.

"Hey! Hey!" she said. "Wake up."
 
Vasiliy picked up the gun and held it at his side. He left the room first, going down to the exit of the building without saying anything. He knew where Mikaere's club was, having once been roped into going there with some old friends. He decided to take a less-traveled route, due to his nervousness at being out in the streets with a gun and the Russian Don at his side.

And it seemed like he had chosen wisely. Nobody had approached them; in fact, Vasiliy hadn't seen anyone on the way so far. They were close now, then Mikaere could be contacted and this whole business could be sorted out.

Woman. Unconscious man. She's in a suit. Has a knife. Put the gun so you're in her way of view. Hope she doesn't notice. Keep on walking.

(OOC: If this violates any area issues, like Lindsey wouldn't live in the way, the last part can be deleted.)
 
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