Infamous: Blackout Riot

The-Shadow-One · Post by **The-Shadow-One** » Fri Mar 02, 2018 12:43 pm

What even is Control?

In the events of the Seattle Schism the D.U.P (Department of Unified Protection) has proved that humanity has gotten too complacent in how it has handled Bio-Terrorists, the prison in which they were held, Curden Cay Station, was breached and the small leak turned into a dam bursting. Bio-terrorists vanished from Curden Cay and returned to the world at large. As a result, Brooke Augustine, the symbol of the D.U.P has been replaced as Director, in her place is a new one, focused upon the safety of the citizens under their charge.
Lee Garret-Macklin: A Conduit now in charge of the D.U.P, previously laundered as Augustine’s right hand this Director possesses Wire to his predecessor’s Concrete.
The D.U.P primarily still use the Lesser Conduits from the reign of Augustine. Concrete wielding cops wander the city at times.

In St Louis some of these Curden Cay break outs have been said to reside and taken up a resistance there, the higher crime rate allowing them to slip through the cracks, like rats hidden in the walls. This movement has been named the Resistance Underground, or the more colloquial term refers to them as the Re-Sunners as they refuse to go back to Curden Cay, now the perfect record of the D.U.P not resorting to lethal force has been shredded to rags.
Riley: The ‘leader’ of the Re-Sunners in that he’s the most prominent face. Somehow he manages to hijack the local airwaves, appearing for a few seconds to say a speech or to take responsibility, or lack thereof, of recent events.

Obviously this has turned St Louis and other prominent cities into a zone of a cold war, D.U.P presence is high, and still they prove ineffective at removing the weed at it’s source.
Or to you is the D.U.P the unneeded pest affecting the flowers?

Now for the sheet!

RECORD OF PERSON OR PERSONS UNDER SUSPICION OF THE D.U.P
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Gender:

--- THIS IS FULLY CONFIDENTAL UNDER THE ORDER OF THE D.U.P ---
--- HEALTH CHECK BY YOUR LOCAL MEDICAL EXPERT ---
--- RESULTS OF A GENETIC BLOOD TEST ---

Bio-Terrorist: Y/N
Known Bio-Terrorist Power:

--- STRIKE FROM THE RECORD ---

Personality:
Background:
Occupation:
Current Residence:
Items upon Persons:
Known Associates: (NPCs / PCs)

Hidden:

This roleplay will be following after the Bad Karma ending of Second Son, the Akomish tribe was petrified by concrete, with Delsin Rowe and his band of cohorts busting Curden Cay station open before vanishing. You do not require previous knowledge of infamous to join (however it probably would help.)
Technology will be related. Please don’t go in expecting to be the next Delsin Rowe etc etc. This game will be confined in the most part to St Louis.

Rules:
1. Forum Rules apply.
2. No God-modding. (Control other characters, determining the outcome of combat, changing the time, etc.)
3. Only post one attack per combat "turn"; this being before I respond with the results of your actions. No posts like "James shot the orc 7 times, then the elf 3 times and then he ran up to the drow and punched him in the face before tossing a grenade at the troll."
4. One player character per person. You can make friends and family under relationships but these will be NPCs. I might hand over control of a character to you.
5. Try your best to use good grammar and spelling.
6. All out of character talk in hide tags after the RP starts. Hide tags that is. Double parentheses aren't acceptable. If you want to talk out of character, the General Roleplay Discussion thread is strongly preferred.
7. Characters have to be approved by me.
8. Keep in mind that you can die. If you die you can make a new character. PM me about it.
9. If you wish to join after the RP has started then PM about it. On the flip side if you are dropping out or going on hiatus for a while please PM me about it to let me know.
10. I will kick as a last resort if I really have to. Please don't make me.
11. Don't be afraid to talk me about things related to the RP. (Or things not related to the RP; I get lonely too)
12. As the GM I get the last say in most things.
13. Let's have fun!

The-Shadow-One · Post by **The-Shadow-One** » Fri Mar 02, 2018 12:43 pm

BIO-TERRORISTS SPOTTED.

Union as NEON - Ellington, Jace
Pilovv as RUST, - Ryder, Maise
Dovah as STEEL, - Cattersit, Layla
Beta as EXPLOSION - Castillo, Jake

Post by **BetaB17** » Sat Mar 03, 2018 8:08 am

Bruh!

Post by **BetaB17** » Sun Mar 04, 2018 7:31 am

Is this how thw cool kids do it?

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Unionhack · Post by **Unionhack** » Tue Mar 06, 2018 2:25 am

Here's my boi.

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The SheoDovah · Post by **The SheoDovah** » Sun Apr 29, 2018 5:57 pm

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Pilovv · Post by **Pilovv** » Sun May 06, 2018 12:22 am

RECORD OF PERSON OR PERSONS UNDER SUSPICION OF THE D.U.P
Name: Maisie Ryder
Age: 17
Appearance: 5'7'', frail looking. Generally wears red converse boots, a long skirt, a white t-shirt and a green military jacket. Can vary from clean looking to unwashed.
Very pale skin, long dark brown hair. Blue eyes.
Gender: Female

--- THIS IS FULLY CONFIDENTAL UNDER THE ORDER OF THE D.U.P ---
--- HEALTH CHECK BY YOUR LOCAL BIO-TERRORIST MEDICAL EXPERT ---
--- RESULTS OF A GENETIC BLOOD TEST ---

Bio-Terrorist: Y
Known Bio-Terrorist Power: Rust

--- STRIKE FROM THE RECORD ---
Personality: Fickle. Can be co-operative, other times completely stubborn. Often ignored and didn't get on with those in Curden Cay. Workers and Bio-terrorists alike.
Background: Grew up living quite a normal life. Though things starting getting more troubled in her later school life, she'd never been that bad as a kid.
She had petty crimes on her record at around age 12 and 13, things like minor cases of vandalism and theft. At around age 14, one night when she was eating dinner, the
cutlery she was eating with rapidly rusted over, along with most over metal objects she touched. It split her family apart, and she had ended up living further in town
in her older sisters apartment, their parents not being able to handle being the parents of a Bio-terrorist. In the few months she lived with her sister, she had gained
control over her powers. At least, enough to not cover things with rust.
She didn't take living away from her parents too well, and started skipping out on school. She
was eventually found by the D.U.P. late one night in a junkyard, playing around with her powers. She was taken to Cayden Cay Station where she stayed until it's eventaul
termination. Her powers were honed there, but she didn't always take much interest in it, always trying to test the waters of how much she could irritate those who
tried to teach, or the guards without getting in any serious trouble. Now that she's out, she roams about sleeping wherever she can find a bed, trying to keep a low profile.
Well, most of the time!

Occupation:School Dropout

Current Residence: Wherever she can managed to sleep.

Items upon Persons:Smart phone, Wallet and a messenger bag. That's where she keeps a spare set of clothes, and other small things she might have picked up.
Known Associates: Alex Ryder - Social worker, wasn't at home very much, but cared very much for Maisie in her youth. Maisie hasn't seen him ever since she left to live with her sister.
Anne Ryder - Stay at home mother, also cared quite deeply for Maisie, but started to scold her often as she grew up, especially after her cases of stealing and vandalism.
Jeane Ryder - Software Engineer, Maisie's sister, who was kind enough to let her stay at her apartment for a short while before Maisie was taken away from the D.U.P.. They ocasionally message each other, normally through the phone.

Post by **BetaB17** » Wed May 09, 2018 10:33 am

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RECORD OF PERSON OR PERSONS UNDER SUSPICION OF THE D.U.P

Name: Jake Castillo
Age: 34
Gender: Male

--- HEALTH CHECK BY LOCAL MEDICAL EXPERT ---
--- RESULTS OF A GENETIC BLOOD TEST ---

Bio-Terrorist?: Yes
Conduit Power: Explosives
Faction: Independent

--- STRIKE FROM THE RECORD ---

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Jake's life follows the same demographic of many juvenile with criminal tendencies. A mix of child upbringing and enviromental influences, the list of complaints and school records make a very telling future. Accounts of bullying, assault, school absence, ect.

By his teens, he and a few neighbor friends began to form a personal crew of five for criminal intent, common path for street thugs or gang members. This persisted for years without judicial intervention

They predominately dealt with common theft, muggings, petty crimes, and intimidation on drug suppliers for financial cuts. Being the primary means of income or entertainment for the group. Jake, the defacto leader of the small crew. Jake personally specialized in acts of arson. It wasn't until adulthood he began escalating into bomb making, in stark contrast to the more petty growth of his friends prefering the drug trade. This also corilates with the differences of aggression between the two. This also marks a starting point for when Jake began attending underground brawl fights. 2nd hand accounts confirm this, since financial earnings were not a motivator

On an unspecified date, in the basement of one of their dens, the explosive charge was prematurely triggered by one of the members, likely an act of ignorance while unsupervised by Jake. The resulting explosion killed the member, but Jake was not a casualty and much of the damage was negated to much of the building structure

It is presumed that this was the either the awakening or first instance of Jake's powers manifesting, explaining why the explosive damage was minimal except for the immediate vacinity

Accounts of arson gradually increased in the local area, though evidence became more difficult to find or obtain. As well, Jake's self enrichment and infamy amongst the brawl fights escalated, as too local feedback on the streets to law enforcement about Jake's(and by association his crew) less than moral standing.

In another unspecified date, the four remaining members of his crew were reported as missing but no evidence could be found and questioning of Jake was unhelpful. On account, it was assumed they must of died off the streets or by overdose. In hindsight, and by DNA confirmation of a bio-terrorist and psychological state, Jake likely killed his fellow friends

Over years of activity and increase severity, an unofficial legal case has been building up on Jake, but the lack of evidence only allowed them to harrass him.

For a breakin the case, during one of his sheduled brawls in the pit, that he deliberatly killed his opponent and, besides losing his privalages in the normal brawl pits, a whistle was blown and after years of trying, finally was convicted of a serious crime.

While the original crime was murder, an Irish lawyer provided by an unsuspecting party, with ties to O'Connor. Pre-relationships prior to this could not be confirmed, and any discussions made were under privacy, but tge defense managed to talk it down to voluntary manslaughter and two years in jail.

Upon release, Jake's usual activities still resumed, though now under the service of O'Connor. Officially, he was hired as a bodyguard and bouncer for O'Connor and his personal pub. Unofficially, he was a enforcer, though more casually than many of his other personnel. Still with a level of independence, many of his jobs were more as favors. Predominately preforming arson to undermine business competitors or for insurance fraud. Intimidation and assault still the MO, a perfect mutual benefit between him and his benefactor. And more over, given his history, O'Connor has managed to set him up with even deeper in the underground pits, fighting without restraint or on behalf of his employer.

Similarly as before, financial gain was never a motivator, even as O'Connor supported much of his needs and frequency of jobs never included changes in pay. It is again, with certainty, other motives are what promote this relationship

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Occupation: Part-time Bouncer
Current Residence: An old studio apartment

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The-Shadow-One · Post by **The-Shadow-One** » Tue May 22, 2018 7:20 pm

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St Louis - A City Under Siege?
- by Luke Carrel at St Louis Chronicle

A horrific event occured at Scottrade Center, the home to the Blues and the heart of St Louis, today. There were several reported instances of bio-terrorist being spotted at the game tonight. At least two of them were confirmed with records at least or consorting with the criminal element in our city. A Layla Cattersit, Suspected for the assassination of Marcus Hammingstone, was spotted at the underworkings beneath the center, overseeing a deal between two rival drug peddlers, 'Los Sante' and 'Ygrim'. The other criminal, Jake Castillo, was enforcing mob protection for 'Ygrim' on the orders of suspected boss O'Connor. A fugitive from Curden Cay Station was also spotted, a Bio-Terrorist by the name of Maisie Ryder, beside the dumpsters of the center. They were known to be homeless and as such were likely there to scrouge free food. The last Bio-Terrorist spotted was a unusual one, Jace Ellington known as the lead stage technician at Pop's Blue Moon, likely there to support his favourite team.

Who could have predicted the powderkeg that was about to blow there?

11/03/20XX
M/D/Y

The November air was crisp and clear that evening. It was chilly throughout the day and that only dropped when the sun went down to sleep. The Scottrade Center was bustling how could it not be with the Blues playing so differently this season. They, and everyone agreed, stood a real chance of taking a trophy this year and that hope burned in every fans' brow. Jace was like packed meat in the seats, unable to move except to raise his hand for a hot dog vendor.
A problem that Maisie didn't have in contrast out by the dumpster, where just of date food and half eaten food alike was tossed. There were scarcely any other of her ilk around and none exactly like her. Another man stood there, swaying on his feet, scruffy thick coat that has definitely seen better days and a beanie covering over his face. "[&@%!]' tossers." He grumbled, referring to the men that pushed past him to the employee entrance before, obviously some kind of deal was going down.
In the employee's tunnels beneath the center, conjoined with sewers and maintenance tunnels so there were easy ways out if this deal went south. Not that it should with Layla and Jace there. Ygrim was rather sharply dressed for a drug pusher; waist coat, shirt with rolled up sleeves showing off his tatted arms, fancy shoes and a clean pair of trousers; in contrast to Los Sante who was a bundle of fabric sheltered in a hoodie and scarf.
"Ey, got the drugs?"
Layla would have to watch as her employer (Los Sante) shrug in response to that question. "Got'em in a safe place inn'it?"
So that's the tone this negotiation is going to take. How wonderful right?

So glad nothing will go wrong this evening. Nothing ever goes wrong does it?

The SheoDovah · Post by **The SheoDovah** » Tue May 22, 2018 10:17 pm

Layla Cattersit

Layla was quite bored. Drug deals were often standard, meet up, oversee it for the client and make sure it all went to plan. Today was no different as long as she got paid. Her attire consisted of a black leather jacket over a white shirt and jeans. It was simple and didn't draw much attention to herself. Yeah, yeah, get on with it. She let out a yawn as she observed the deal. Think I'll have that new pizza later on. The one with anchovieries and pineapple. A side of Oreo Icecream and a doughnut. Or should I make myself something? All goes to plan, this will be over without me needing to get blood on my jacket.

Post by **BetaB17** » Wed May 23, 2018 5:57 am

Just, Jake

Off on the side, watching his client do his keep. He blew an irritated puff of smoke.

He [&@%!] hated playing protection, well, for anybody that wasnt O'Connor himself. Stuff like this always [&@%!] him off, it was always about business and formalities, boring [&@%!]. Better to be the old man's ace in the hole than being some babysitter for [&@%!] who cares. But if thats what the old man wants, he aint gonna tell him no

He had this look about him, something that gave the impression he was always [&@%!] off, making it hard to tell what was burning up inside more, him or the cigarrete. Another wave of smoke brushing out of his lungs. Just another [&@%!] day

Unionhack · Post by **Unionhack** » Sun May 27, 2018 12:58 am

Jace

Surrounded by friends, Jace found himself totally engrossed in watching the game play out. The Blues were playing the Blackhawks, meaning it was a high-stakes rivalry match between St. Louis and Chicago. Jace was thus very quiet for the moment, watching Vladimir Tarasenko skate about. As the highest-scoring player on the team, Jace quietly depended on #91 to make something happen and break the second period tie.

Near him, some of his less hockey-minded and more intoxicated friends rattled on about how they wanted to see a brawl break out on the ice. It wasn't something unexpected, but it made Jace roll his eyes for the brief moment that he turned off his tunnel vision.

The buzzer sounded for a brief stoppage of play for a commercial break, and the two teams made their way back to their benches for a reprieve. Jace leaned back and sipped on his cup of beer. Nine bucks for crappy draft beer. At least the game is interesting.

He observed the rink as a whole, smiling. It really wasn't that bad of a day, in fact it was pretty great; so what was putting him on edge?

Pilovv · Post by **Pilovv** » Wed May 30, 2018 1:53 am

Maisie didn't give a damn about that hockey crap, but she wasn't complaining about the food she'd been blessed with. Dumpster diving was a lot easier to go through with than begging, and sometimes it was faster too! Food was so much better when you worked for it, even if it stunk you out sometimes.

Munching on something she'd just recently excavated, she watched this deal go down, keeping wary of them. Any times drugs were involved, it got her real nervous. Never know when a deal like that was going to take a bad turn. She skulked about in the dark, trying to keep out of view as she enjoyed her snack. Sure, it was dangerous, but she could at least sit and watch right? See what they were dealing, see what was going to end up happening. A good distraction from her predicament-... Oh wait, it was more like a reinforcement.

The-Shadow-One · Post by **The-Shadow-One** » Thu May 31, 2018 3:53 pm

Steel/Explosion/Rust
The location was terrible. Pipes everywhere. Pipes that the Rust Conduit was hidden behind luckily enough. The half light was enough to shroud her. Los Santes shrugged again. Ygrim wasn't having any of this [&@%!] though. "Come on. Where are they?" A look over to Jake. "Come on. You're protection right? Protect me from this dumb [&@%!], get him to say where it is." At that Los Santes threw up his arms. "No need to be so hasty jeeze. They're behind those pipes there." The ones he were referring to was thankfully far away from the hidden Maisie, and one could see a red duffel bag...

With a boot upon it. "Oh. So this is yours? I thought it was a pathetic low life." The new man smiled. His stance was proper dressed in boots, grey uniform-like attire really. Dirty blond hair covering up one of his green eyes. He wasn't too bad to look at if one took away the jagged scar that ran across his cheeks. "..Well guess I was right." His voice was low, but authoritative. "So. Want to tell me what's in the bag?" The only answer was Los Santes drawing a gun then yelling as it flew into the air, with hand still attached to it. "Any other takers?"

Neon
There was something going on, and in the next few seconds Jace's unease would prove itself to be right. A shrill shriek rose from beside the entrance into the team's lockers. Then it rose louder and louder. The DJ's eagle eyes saw something brewing in the crowd, pieces and bits of flesh drifting almost serenely towards a woman on the ice. Man she did not look good. Pale all over, sunken eyes, just tagged and ruined looking.

Oh she was also a conduit and from her other hand blossomed a flower of flesh, enveloping the Blackhawks and crushing them. And that's when the shrieks turned into screams and the crowd exploded into terror. But Jace felt something tingle in his flesh, something powerful building up. A muscle forming deep within him.. even as all this horror was going around. "GOOOOOD AFTERNOON ST LOUIS!" A voice boomed from the woman. "A lovely day to die isn't it?!" Bio-terrorist! Scum! Filth! all those words were muttered harshly, filling the location with it's quiet. "And die you will."

The SheoDovah · Post by **The SheoDovah** » Thu May 31, 2018 8:54 pm

Layla Cattersit

Yeah yeah, do the whole cool guy vs tough guy act. I don't care. I get paid either way. Layla's thoughts about pizza were sadly interrupted when another man came onto the scene. "Buddy, get..." She saw Los Sante's hand get chopped off before he even had a chance to pull the trigger. "Get out of here." She ordered Los Sante as she looked at the man who just turned her job from a boring one into something much better. She generated spikes on her knuckles as she advanced on him. "Don't be a dumbass, normie. Get the [&@%!] out of here." She told the humans around her whilst focusing on the new man.

Post by **BetaB17** » Sun Jun 03, 2018 10:10 am

Jake gave an irritated glare as his response when his guy tried ot boss him around, he wasn't the old man, and as fas he knew they both were being dumb [&@%!]

Then someone new came along. Jake looked up with a bored demeanor. The suit and attire, he could give less than a damn about, but once his eyes raised to dpot the jagged scar he thought to himself whether this guy was tough. A shallow plum of smoke escaped his breath, as he pointed his smoking hand towards the other guard dog "Hey hey,deal with your [&@%!]"

But then, just as soon [&@%!] was ready to hit the fan, eyeing the other dealer on moment raise his gun and the next lose it for good. The general lack of shock or surprise on Jack's face was pretty telling, if anything, deep down he found it amusing. Especially as he saw the women next step up to plate.

Dropping his cigarette and grinding his shoe into it, he grabbed his charge by the shoulder "You heard her, get the [&@%!] out. Jobs a job, after all"

Pilovv · Post by **Pilovv** » Wed Jun 06, 2018 8:29 pm

Maisie tensed up as things started getting heated, squeezing tightly onto the pipes with a whimper. She shivered as some rust from the pipes started draining into her hand, making her quickly let go. If things were going to get bad, it was best she get the hell out of here. Her fight or flight response was kicking off, and she was choosing flight. Slipping out from behind the pipes, she took a deep breath before breaking into a sprint, running right past the scene.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" Damn it, she couldn't keep herself from screaming... She kept her head down and kept running, her bag trailing behind her and just managing to stay strapped on. As long as she wasn't short or pulled aside, she thinks she could probably make it!

Unionhack · Post by **Unionhack** » Sat Jun 09, 2018 11:52 pm

Jace

Despite the strange feeling welling up in him, Jace's first reaction was to make sure his friends were making it out alright. Given that he spent a solid second watching the spectacle unfold, they had a headstart.

He left his seat and proceeded to try and climb up to the mezzanine, from where he could possibly escape.

The-Shadow-One · Post by **The-Shadow-One** » Tue Jun 19, 2018 7:54 pm

Steel Explosion Rust
Ygrim nodded at Jake's words before turning tail, running off as he did so. As soon as Layla stepped to the plate so to say the man smiled at the steel forming on her knuckles. "Oh right. I entered without introducing myself. I know who you are, Steel of Sheffield." He intoned, a cocky grin on his face, twisting the jagged scar to something much more crueller looking. "I am Director Lee Garret-Macklin of the D.U.P." He bowed then almost mocking.

This claim was then affirmed by Maisie running into concert shields jutting from the tunnel she ran down, masked men with guns aiming at her. "Stand down Bio-terrorist!" came from one of the masked men. Unfortunately they didn't seem to spot a split, hidden amongst pipes from the tunnel they were in. Maisie could however. She'd be able to run around these D.U.P idiots at least.

"I suggest standing down, I'd hate to tarnish the reputation even more if you fight." Lee asked, offering his hand out, clearly unfazed by the battle positions taken. "Don't want to add more dead conduits to the reputation.. The fact we never killed one before Delsin Rowe came along was such a point of pride for my predecessor. Even if you are lowlifes."

Neon
"Aw come on, no one wants to die on this fine day?" The conduit asked as Jace moved, he felt.. way too fast. Faster than what could've been allowed for adrenaline. A slight neon trail was left behind by his foot steps if he dared to look back. A loud scream before a sickening crunch emitted from the ice behind him as the conduit continued to run while. People were piling up over each other, stampeding to get out, blocking the exits slowing everyone down.

Post by **BetaB17** » Wed Jun 20, 2018 3:46 am

Jake flipped off an annoyed bird while his charge ran off. "Dude even runs like a [&@%!].." he took a few steps off before visibly realizing something "[&@%!].. the goods.." his eyebrow twitched in annoyance, especially when Director Lee Go-[&@%!]-yer-self made things a little more clear. The day just keeps getting better and better..

But standing off on his own, away from the other two, maybe he's as good as clear as far as shady deals go. And hey, he sort of wanted to see what would happen. He pointed off towards the amateur conduit already showing their hand in the game "Yo, M'Gee called ya a lowlife. Not gonna [&@%!]' take that are ya?" he mocked in a clear goal of antagonizing the situation. Director sure as hell didnt want a fight but damn does Jake at least wanna see one

The SheoDovah · Post by **The SheoDovah** » Wed Jun 20, 2018 5:36 pm

Lady of Steel

Before she committed herself to the full attack, the man revealed who he was. Son of a [&@%!]! I could kill him here and now but they likely have us surronded. "Oh, Director Lee, is it?" She offered him a false smile whilst raising her spiked knuckles. "The man who treats my kind like vermin because we dare to be genetically different." She spat on the floor and took a deep breath to maintain control of herself when the other man attempted to egg her on. "You must think I'm royally daft. I fight you, your goons burst in and you get to back up your claims that we are nothing but vermin that should be wiped out in order to maintain humanity's purity." As much as I want to slit his throat, I won't. For now. She slowly backed away whilst keeping her eyes and ears out for any signs of DUP troops nearby and once she was out of the director's range, she would make a retreat. Sometimes, it was better to back away to fight another day. Or when a director was building a trap to lure one in.

Post by **BetaB17** » Fri Jul 06, 2018 10:23 am

Jake brought up his hand near his face, to help further carry is voice further "Stop being a [&@%!] an' just punch the [&@%!]" he said further mocking the situation. His face said it all, he was disappointed in the lack of a fight. He scratched the back of his head, clearly in a mood. "At least give me something worth coming out here for.." he still wanted the duffle bag, and a good show

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