New York Rumble - 2020 AD

[Keyblade Smitey]

New York, the year 2020.
No-one knows when it started. Np-one knows what caused it or when it might end. But it happened none the less.
Social order has broken down, New York, the city once described as 'the one true capital of the world' has fallen into chaos.
Only three groups of people remain - the mad, the desperate and the brave...
Did I say three? Sorry. I meant four.
There are also the gangs.​

Welcoem to the year 2020. New York is a battleground between groups of social anarcists loosely dubbed 'The Gangs'. The city is more or less in ruins and the gangs battle it out for control of the empty shell. The old order is gone, now there is only strength or death! You take the roll of a member of one of these gangs. Bossman, leiutenant, foot soldier, it doesn't matter. All you need to know is that New York is yours for the taking, if you have the strength to beat down the other gangs, fight off the last shattered reminents of the NYPD and hold your own against the ruthless corporations trying to exploit your home, your city, your turf.

The Districts
New York has always grown with the times, expanded. Since the start of the 21st century, that growth has been explosive! The city's old districts are gone. Now there are just the following:
1. The Highway - A massive road system of ten lanes links the city and holds it together, as well as providing a route out of hell. People seem to use this a lot. It's home to many roving groups of motorised gangs.
2. The Ghetto - Always has been there, always will be. Very few civilians still call this place home though.
3. The Suburbs - The very outskirts of the city. The only place where some resemblence of order can still be found, upheld by the last station of the NYPD.
4. Subtown - The subways and sewers. They aint pretty, but many gangs call these boltholes home. Grand Central Station has been taken over and held by a gang called the trackers. The fact it has never been taken is testament to their skill at fortifying it.
5. Hightown - Behold the mighty Skyscrapers of New York! Now long abandoned by most and linked up at altitude by walkways, bridges and gantries of steel and cables, many daring gangs call these dizzy hights home. Who holds the legendary Empire State building? No one living can tell that tale.
6. The Corperate Zone - Fenced by concrete and razor wire and guarded by a private army of security, the last corperation, Biochem Tech inc. still holds its ground in the city. Who knows what they're cooking up in those glass towers?
7. The Warzone - Shells of burned-out buildings and cars, chewed up roads and madmen clinging to existance. These are the marks of the warzone, the mutually accepted place of conflict between gangs.

The Rules
Even the gangs have rules brudda. Respect them or get outa town!
1. Don't go overboard with romance guys, keep it PG-13
2. Don't go crazy with cursing. This is gangland, but cummon!
3. NO MAGIC! This is Earth, reality. So no wierd magic juju stuff
4. If you don't post for over two weeks, you're considered 'Inactive' and your gang WILL be disbanded. THERE ARE NO EXCEPTIONS!
5. No famous gangs. Come up with your own.
6. Script typing is allowed, but literacy is prefered
7. Keep within your skills. If your template don't say you can do it, you can't do it.
8. Post "Yo' aint hard - I run with gangs!" at the top of your template to prove you have read these rules.

Template
Name: Go figure...
Age: 16-48 Younger means less respect, but older equals discontent. Go whichever way.
Gender: Do I need to spell it out? Male or Female.
Apperance: Tat's, black, white, latino, tall, short, GO WILD!
Weapons: No millitary issue gear. Also go easy on lazer and stuff. It is available, but it's rare.
Skills: Choose two from Brawling (close combat), Firearms (gun combat), Driving (any vehicle), Computer Hacking, Athletics (running and jumping and stuff), Brutality and Technology (making and fixing anything from guns to engines to heavy meachinery), Explosives (>_>... BOOM! ^_^).
Bio: Keep it brief if you can people.

Gang Name: Self-explanatory
Specialisation: What is your gang good at? Choose one skill.
Organisation: Pick between Street Gang, Organised Crime, Motorised Gang, Cyberspace Hackers, Vigilantie, or Triad Gang
Boss: You or someone else. They have their own skills too.
Leiutenants: Two guys/girls. You can be one or not. They each have a special skill.
'Hood: Where your gang hangs. Choose one area, but NOT The Corperate Zone.
Look: Gang tatoos, threads, weapons of choice, put it all in here.

Okay, that's it! Let battle commence!

 

[Keyblade Smitey]

Cummon people, post! Here's my Character to get the ball rolling.

Yo' aint hard, I run with gangs!
Name: Lucifer Blake
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Apperance: Six foot tall, thin and fit. He has jet black hair and deep blue eyes with lightly tanned skin. He wears a black T-shirt with a tribal cross on the chest and a chained angel on the back between the shoulders. Also wears black cargo pants and army boots. He has a pair of dark shades on his forehead and a couple of bacers around his wrists. He has a claw-mark scar on his right cheek, a momento of when he was attacked beneath Hightown by a gang called the 'Falling Shadows'
Weapons: Two Beretta Elite IIs, a Smith & Wesson Sigma 40 (modified for extra power), a CS45 stapped to his shin and a Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knife for close quarters.
Skills: Driving and Firearms
Bio: Lucifer was brought up as Peter Blake back when NY was still a safe place to live. When the gang fights escalated, his father, who was an NYPD Sergeant, was a major target and so handed in his notice. The day before the family was due to leave the city, their family car was rigged to explode, killing his parents and leaving Peter stranded in an increasingly dangerous city. He was just six years old. Living on the streets and turning to crime to survive, he changed his name to Lucifer, after the fallen angel, to sybolise his fall from grace. Just before he met the remenants of an old, devistated gang and reformed them, he recieved his scar while trespassing on Falling Shadows turf beneath Hightown. Ever since his gang and the Falling Shadows have been bitter rivals.

Gang Name: The Fallen
Specialisation: Firearms
Organisation: Motorised
Boss: Lucifer Blake
Leiutenants: 'Angel' Tokemi (f) - Technology and 'Flier' Barret (m) - Driving
'Hood: The Highway
Look: Pseudo-religious tribal designs, nothing extreme. Generally dark colours with silver or white patterns. Motorcycles are their favoured mode of transport and their weapons of choice include semi-automatic handguns of all descriptions.

 

[Divine Shadow]

"Yo' aint hard - I run with gangs!"

Name: Rikku DeSilva
Age: 19
Gender: Female.
Apperance: Hispanic, Steely blue eyes, Tall, black hair cut at chin length in the front, pulled into a rat tail that goes down to her ankles in the back. Slender, 5' 10"
Weapons: Computers, machine guns, but mainly knives, blades, shivs. Better at more close hand fighting.
Skills: Brawling, Computer Hacking,
Bio: She grew up in one of the richest parts of town, but all that came crashing down. Her family was assasinated, and she was left for dead. She taught herself to be a hacker, and joined the Fallen Hackers, soon becoming the leader of the weaker gang. She moved them to Hightown, and the gang grew stronger under her leadership. She now just hacks and kills for fun, enjoying the fact that the other gangs can't trace her or the others.

Gang Name: Cybernetic Data Drain
Specialisation: Silent Kills, Virus'
Organisation:Cybernetic Hackers
Boss: Rikku DeSilva
Leiutenants: "Natsumi" blades (Guns expert) Mouse Man (the getaway man)
Hood: Hightown
Look: Each have raven black hair and have a Silver "X" tatooes on the back of their necks. Celtic bands encircle upper arms, and cross over shoulderblades. All tend to wear lots of leather and belts.

this fine Smitey? Any better???

 

[gene chaos]

this sounds indresting i most likly will join

 

[Joy]

This is actually pretty nice. I might join.

 

[Prophet]

Yo' aint hard - I run with gangs!"

Name: Mei "Sin" Karei
Age:21
Gender: Female
Apperance: Mei "Sin" Karei is what one might call an Asian beauty. She stands about 5'10'' with beautifully tan skin, honey-ish in color, her long black hair falling down to her shoulders like a waterfall of inky blackness only interrupted by a single fiery red streak running down one side.. Her eyes are beautifully almond shaped, a deep dark brown, almost black so one can't see the centers of her eyes unless they are close enough to touch and by then, their eyes are on something besides her eyes. Her lips are smooth and moist, and her long slender arms fall perfectly in line with her well formed body. Her slim legs are usually concealed between tight jeans, with a small black belt marked with a silver X on the buckle. She wears light hooded zip up sweatshirts most of the time, easily concealing her weapon of choice in a small pocket, throwing up her hood when she doesn't want to be seen. She also has a small silver ring on one finger, stained to look like crap and deny its real worth.

Weapons: Sin, as she likes to be called, has had to defend herself against other gang members for her entire life. Her beauty draws gangs like flies, and she has had to work hard to be able to defend herself from these foes. She is trained in various martial arts, including karate, Tae Kwon Do, and kung fu. However, not even a quadruple kick in the air will stop a bullet, and she carries four throwing knives, a switchblade, and a small pistol at all times, conveniantly concealed within her two shoes, her jacket pocket, and in her jeans pocket. Her ring also carries a small electrical battery, which can shock people through physical touch, like a mini-tazer.


Skills: Sin is an expert at espionage and seducion, luring in unsuspecting victims before slipping the blade twixt their shoulderblades. (Brawling) She is an excellent runner, having done track for four years before her induction into her gang,(Athletics)

Bio: Sin was born in a slum, an unsual gem in the rough neighborhood. She quickly learned that there were those that would take advantage of her innoncence and beauty, and grew up fighting for her life on a daily basis. She grew even more beautiful as she grew older, and realized the advantage of being as beautiful as she was. She could lure anybody in, drawing them close before slitting their throats. She could make anyone do anything in return for a few favors. She could have control over anybody if she was careful enough, and as she grew older, she began to excercise that power more and more. By the time she joined her first gang, she was fully capable of handling herself, ready to take on the entire city that had made her grow up this way.

Gang Name: Eclipses

Specialisation: Assasination

Organisation: Organized crime

Boss: Snake. Snake is the only person that Sin will report to. He is strong, muscular, and easily a genius. He calculates the Eclipses every move and he is fully capable of carrying it out. He keeps the gang in line and ahead of the others, and he is the closest thing to a father they all have. They all respect him for the most part and will follow him to the death.

Leiutenants: Sin is the third Leiutenant, leading a good portion of the gang while still not being the lead. She resents this sometimes, but deals with it well.

Judas is the only Leiutenant under Sin, and he is the elite hacker of the group. While the group specializes on assasination, Judas is the one who pinpoints their location and discovers all the details. Sin despises him, and often reminds him of his own nerdy qualities while flipping him off flippantly. He is heavily infatuated with her beauty.

"One shot" Sara is the second Leiutenant, a tall white girl, of beauty comparable to Sin. She has dark brown hair which goes down to her shoulders, and is somewhat of a rival with Sin, both in skill, assasinations, and in their love of Rick. She specializes in long range weaponry, such as snipers, which she excecutes with deadly accuracy.

Rick the Slick is the first Leiutenant, and an object of many a crush, including Sin and Sara. He is tall, muscular, ruggedly handsome, and an expert in hand to hand combat. He is good with various weapons, including chains, blades, and can assemble most of the weapons in the city blindfolded within minutes. He as a scar running down his chest from a gang battle back two years ago, but that only adds to his manliness and his attraction with the girls. He is smart and greatly respected by Snake, who actually confides with him his plans.

'Hood: The Eclipses hang underground in the sewers, Subtown, where they plot their assasinations and new jobs. They have sealed off most entrances and occasionally can get a subway car running through the tunnels.

Look: Being assasins, The Eclipses generally go for the silent, inconspicuous look, with no visible gang colors and generally wearing black to blend in with the night. However, underneath the skin, every gang member has a small tatoo of a solar eclipse, with a skull burnt into the center. Weapons of choice are usually small concealable blades, a silenced pistol, or a strangling wire.


OOC: Hope that's okay Keyblade Smitey!

 

[King Naruto]

Yo' ain't hard- I run with gangs

It's spelled Ghetto. Get it rite.

Name: Nicholas "King" Jackson
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Apperance: http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs11/300W/i/2006/238/f/6/The_Gangstar_by_EyeceOnline.jpg

King is caucasian/white and his skin tone is light brown. His hat is black and dark red in color. His jacket is black in color with the words Royalty in dark red on the back while his jeans are a dark blue. They are baggy and sag alittle below his butt. His shoes are Nike Air Forces that are black and dark red. His pendant is platinum. On the top of King's chest is a Royalty tattoo.

Weapons: Two Glock 21 Kimbers. One is black and the other is silver. A Silver .357 Magnum. Lastly, two black MP5K SMGs strapped inside his jacket.

Skills: Brawling, Firearms

Bio: will edit

Gang Name: Royalty
Specialisation: Firearms
Organisation: Vigilante
Boss: King
Leiutenants:

Prince (Brutality and Brawling) - Prince is King's older brother by two years. He was the king of Royalty for three years and he started the Royalty to help protect people from other gangs. He was beaten by King in a fight for leadership. When he fights, Prince is brutal and doesn't stop till your in the hospital for weeks. His fighting style is wrestling and boxing. His Royalty tattoo is on his left shoulder.

Knight (Driving/Technology) - Knight is the best driver in Royalty. He can drive any car since he's had experience after jacking so many cars. He is also a genius when it comes to technology. HIs computer skills are top notch and he can make a engine from ground up because his father has taught him. He helps with finding disturbances in New York so, the gang can react and help out the best they can. His Royalty tattoo is on the right side of his neck.

'Hood: The Ghetto

Look: All members of Royalty have a Royalty tattoo somewhere on their body, and wear a black jacket with the word Royalty on the back.

 

[HeartofTwilight]

Yo' ain't hard- I run with gangs

Name: Lucy “Mask” Saran
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Appearance: Mask is a very attractive young woman. She is Caucasian, slender and curvy. Sexy, if you will. She stands at 5’6”. She has long black hair that is slightly wavy. Her features are defined by dark makeup. Her eyes are aquamarine. Her ears have a total of 8 piercings, 3 on her right, 5 on her left. As far as clothes, she could be described as a sexy Goth. Like the rest of her gang she wears fishnets in most of her outfits. Around her waist she wears a chain as a belt. She has a tattoo of an eye on her lower back.

Weapons: (eek. I know not about weapons…) Firstly, the belt around her waist can be used as a weapon in close combat. She carries a 7mm with a few modifications, but it isn’t her main weapon. She is an expert with explosives and other uses of chemistry. She generally carries some tools and some concoctions with her to make things stop working or, basically, make things go boom. Like every memeber of Psyanide, she has a vial of cyanide with her as well.

Skills: Technology, (I am adding this tell me if it isn’t okay) manipulation and tactics.

Bio: Mask came from the suburbs and schooled there. She was orphaned due to the ever growing violence at age 14, Mask, then named Lucy, was thrown into becoming a prostitute. It was a shame too. Lucy is a genius. She rose whatever ranks there was to rise in her job. She was not one to be pushed around though. On a number of occasions her customers never lived through the night. After one such occasion she was stopped on the street by a woman wearing a a tight fitting leather trench coat. She introduced herself as Tele and invited Lucy back to her motorcycle. She had seen what happen and had been watching Lucy for a while. Tele offered her a position. Lucy rode back to the Suburb line on Tele’s motorcycle. She became Mask and began training under Ghost. She and Tele had a special relationship due to similar pasts. About a two and a half weeks ago, the gang was ambushed. In short, whoever had planted the trap either got lucky or had good information, because all the higher ups were there, and killed or mortally wounded. The gang fell apart. Now Mask is alone again

Gang Name: Psyanide

Specialisation: Infiltration, Manipulation, Assassination and hacking (computer and otherwise)

Organisation: Hard to describe. The gang was too small to be organized crime and is not exclusivity a cyberspace gang. They functioned similarly to a mercenary group or bounty hunters.

Boss: Tele Randow (Deceased) A 29 year old ex-prostitute and tactical genius who founded Psyanide. She was a sadist who could bend both men and computers to her will.

Lieutenants: Eye Koraco (Deceased) One of the few men in the gang. A master driver and a brilliant firearm expert and designer. Ghost LeRonee (Deceased) The MacGyver of the gang, especially with explosives.
'Hood: The suburbs.
Look: Everyone in the gang has an eye tattooed somewhere on their body. They also all carry a vial of cyanide with them to use on themselves or others. They often dress in “sexy” clothing, often in outfits with fishnets somewhere. The colors of choice are generally reds and blacks. As far as make-up goes, They wear very dark, almost Goth looking makeup. Of course, this is only when they don't mind standing out. If they don't want to be recognized it would be hard to spot a Psyanide memeber

Note: Not all the members are dead, but the head ones are and the gang fell apart without them

 

[Keyblade Smitey]

OOC: Weeeeell... *stares hard at the candidates* I'm counting at least one rule infringement in your templates for all of you, but... Aw what the hell! Welcome to New York peoples! GC and Time feel free to enter when you can, but until then, mark your territory, bust soem caps, show the otha foo's yo aint to be messed with, yo hear what I'm saying? /OOC

Lucifer was in one bad situation. His Berattas were empty as deep space, he'd lost his CS45 ducking for cover, his bike was a write-off, he was pinned down behind a rusty 80s car and to cap it all off, he hadn't had a decent pizza in days. The only plus sides were his enemies had all the marksmanship skills of cross-eyes, dyslxic monkeys and at least it wasn't raining. Thunder rumbled overhead. Lucifer cursed under his breath and pulled out his Sigma from behind his back. Twisting sharply, he sighted over the hood of the car and pulled the trigger. Click! "Sonuva! WHO FIXED THIS PIECE OF..." luckily his next words were cut short by a boom of thunder like a cannon. Lucifer looked across the old freeway to his leiutenant, "Yo Angel! Your ass is grass when we get out of this! My stinking gun's jammed!" 'Angel' Tokemi, a oriental goddess of all things mechanical and/or shooty, took careful aim over the pile of chewed-up ashfelt she was hiding behind and put a neat hole in an over-confident tatooed head, "Give it a tap on the ground, Lucifer-senpai! I'd do somethnig about it, but I'm kinda busy here!" Lucifer grabbed his weapon by the barrel and banged it hard on the door of his cover, leaving a large dent. It worked though and soon he'd almost worked his way through his entrie supply of clips, not to mention numbing his arm from the Sigma's insane recoil. "Where the hell is Flier?" he growled, "We can't keep this up forever!"

OC: More to come, but I'm short on time /OOC

 

[Prophet]

OOC: All right, let's get it on!

IC:

"So how about it big boy?" the girl whispered, her beautiful black hair tossing lightly in the wind, one hand leaning on the alley wall as she bent her head, pursing her lips seductively, "Are you going to go for it or what?" Razor grinned broadly, not believing his good luck. He had enough trouble getting the money to pay for his his happiness, and now here was a girl offering it all to him for free. And what a girl at that. He couldn't keep his eyes off her, her dark brown eyes drawing him in like a fish on a line, her cute pink hooded jacket unzipped to reveal some of the tan golden skin beneath. And her jeans were tight enough on her body to make his eyes go crazy with passion. There was no way he was passing this up. As he eagerly came forward into the alley way, the girl laughed seductively, wrapping her arms around him as he came forward, and grinned wickedly, bending forward roughly to meet her soft lips. A soft moan escaped her open mouth and as he leaned in for the kiss, she whispered into his ear softly,

"I think you'll like it better this way." And his eyes widened as he felt a sharp pain slide across his neck, and he instantly collapsed dead, his throat slit with the bloody knife the girl held in her hand. The girl quickly stepped back into the alley, making sure her jacket was free of blood before walking down the alleway, rinsing the blade in a running water pipe before snapping it shut and slipping it into her jeans pocket. She pulled out a small cellphone, dialing the numbers silently before slipping down into the darkness between the tall buildings.

"Sin here," she said softly, her dark brown eyes hard and smooth, "Razor has been eliminated. Returning to the Subtown."

"Excellent job Sin," replied a smooth voice, and Sin's heart almost melted as she recognized Rick's voice, "That makes your seventh succesful kill in the past four days."

"Anything for you Ricky," replied Sin sensually, trying to picture his face back in the sewers, "Maybe it's time for me to take a break and relax a little bit. Care to join me?"

"Not till after the jobs are done," said Rick, laughing before going onto business, "You know the drill Sin. Work comes first."

"Yes Ricky," she said, pouting her lips and sounding dissapointment, and the line went dead as she opened a manhole in the alleyway, sliding the metal compartment aside before dropping down into the dry tunnel below. The water down here had been cut off, but it was a lot safer then traveling above ground. Sin pouted softly as she traversed down the hole, pulling out her cell phone and using its light to guide her way. Ricky was the only one who could play so hard to get. All the other men just fell to her like dominoes on a board. Why did the one man she loved torture her so? She just sighed and continued on the sewer line, returning home after a long day of work. Some things just never changed.

 

[HeartofTwilight]

Mask sat in a ripped dark blue couch in what looked to have once been a living room. The house was on the suburban line and had long since been abandoned. She had her legs up on the air-rest, her tall leather boots against the cheap fabric. Fishnets donned her legs and arms. In her hands was a silvery chain. She fiddled with it as she recapped the pasted two and a half weeks, trying to ground herself and find out what to do next.

They were going to meet a client. It was an important one, someone out of the corporate district, so they were all there, Tele, Eye, Ghost, everyone. Mask had been there too. Eye drove masterfully through the wrecked streets. Then suddenly, BOOM! The car tumbled over to the side of the road. Things happened so fast. The gunshots came, then the gas. By then they were all dead but Mask and and Ghost, but she was wounded, badly. Blood. There was lots of blood. They ran, until Ghost could not make it any further. She told Mask to bury them, at least Tele. She told Mask to try to save the gang, and then she died. When all was clear, she moved the bodies to a safe place and raced back to the base back in the suburbs. She herd machine gun firing near the house and hid. When she got to the house...More dead. Most of them were dead. Specter came out of a chest to great her. He hadn't seen them, they shot from outside.

7, seven she managed to find. Most were dead, some had fled back to their suburban lives, where many of the gang had come from. Mask had wondered how they were receive by what family they had left. She tried to take command, but there realyl was no hope. Mask was only 17 and was already looked down on for being as high in the ranks as she was. It didn't take long to see that the Psyanide was doomed. The remaining members spread out, some staying together, by she was left alone. Mask, a teen prodigy, Tele's hope for heir, was left alone. She lost touch quickly. Any street smart gang member knows when it is time to avoid someone. Specter still checked in, but mostly she was alone. So she had fled to an abandoned house on the “line.” That is how she had wound up where she was now, on an abandoned blue couch.

Mask surveyed her surrounding for the hundredth time. She had to find a way to live and fast. Alone and without a job would land her starving on the streets, or in a grave. She had known this for a few days now, as evident by her already packed back pack. AS far as she could tell, there were three options: Join up, heir herself out, or go back to the brothel. And she didn't want to do that.

With a sigh she swung her legs around and stood up. She tied the chain around her waist and swung the backpack over her shoulder. She walked out the back door of the house where a motorcycle was waiting for her. It wasn't the nicest the gang had, but only Eye could drive that one. She'd never know how to work the custom commands, so she had crashed this bike into a wall after he died, sent it to where he was. She got on the bike and sped through the suburban streets to an empty lot with three stone at the far end. She couldn't bury everyone, but these three deserved respect. She got off the bike and walked over to the stones. “Ghost,” she said looking done at the first stone. “I failed. I am sorry. This was the least I could do for you.” She turned to the next stone. “Eye, enjoy your bike, if there is still a place to ride it.” Mask didn't believe in any afterlife, but Eye had, so if he was right, at least he'd be happy there. Finally she reached the final stone. “Tele...” she started but said no more. Tele was her big sister, her guardian. She felt a tear forming in her eye. She lifted her hand to wipe it away before it ruined her eye make-up but quickly changed her mind. Tele was more important then her makeup. Much more.

When she had payed her dues, she finally tore herself away and got back on the bike and rode across the suburban line into the no-man's-land that was the city proper.

 

[Keyblade Smitey]

OOC: Good for you DS for editing! Much better. /OOC

A shot sparked off the hood, taking out a good chunk of paint. He ducked - they were geting better, a few more inches and that one would have had his name on it. "By all that's holy and unholy, where the **** are you, Flier?" As if on que, there came a roaring of an ancient engine, just audiable over the sound of gunfire and thunder. Then, suddenly a prehistoric flatbed truck burst into view through the rain that was just beginning to fall. It was going in reverse and swerving quite dangerously, but as it flashed past Lucifer's shelter a nordic young man with braided hair and beard dived from the driver's cab and landed heavily beside Lucifer. The truck carreered on and impacted heavily with the barricade the tatooed gangers were defending. There was an explosion that, for a moment, even drowned out the cacophany of the storm, as the home-made explosives in the truck detonated during the shock of impact. The driver stuck his head over the roof of the car and whooped in joy, "Wa-hoo! Scratch one roadblock! The Fallen ROCK! NO-ONE screws with us on OUR TURF! YA GOT THAT PUNKS?" Lucifer and Angel joined in the celebrations. "Jeeze Flier,where were you?" complained Lucifer, "I was almost worried! If you cut that any finer I'd be six feet under!"
"Sorry boss," grinned the man, "I had to drive backwards with no frikin' rear-view mirrors! I couldn't go forward ya see, as getting shot is hazardous to your health."
Lucifer laughed, "Well it looks like smoking was hazardous for their health! But my bike's a wreck, guess I'll have to steal one of yours for the ride home." He leered at Angel, "Yoink Angel! I'm driving. Just keep your hands to yourself!"
Angel scowled, "Pervert."
"Cummon guys!" Flier was already astride his monster of a chopper, "Psyches lifted some conrabrand pizza from the suburbs! I told him to save us all a piece, but Guts just got back from blowing a tube in Lowtown and you know what he's like!"
Lucifer licked his lips as he mounted Angel's sleek honda, "Pizza huh? Lead me to it! And if Guts has scoffed the lot, I'll get it out of his belly myself!"

 

[Divine Shadow]

ooc: glad ya noticed.....

Rikku stood on the roof of a building, a high resolution cam focused on the brawl below. It was quite entertaining. SHe was focusing mainly on the leader. He appeared to be named Lucifer, and was the gang leader. She smirked. "A worthy opponent." she said, her smile twisting. She got up and mouse man came up bhind her. At first glance, she looked normal, beyond normal. She was a beautiful girl, and if you came up to her, she looked so innocent. But behind that pretty face and long hair, she was a bomb waiting to explode. Mouse passed her a cup of coffee and she took it gladly. "Thanks for the joe." she said to him. He smiled enjoying her company. He liked Rikku with a passion, and Nastumi knew it too. That was the few reasons he had joined the gang. She ignored him though, and he always did a great job. Not only was he the second best hacker, he was the best driver anyone has ever seen. Odly enough he was several years her elder, but he still called her "boss" she smiled though. "We have a challenge. Tell Nastumi to get ready, i plan to attack this evening." she said with a smirk. She finished her coffee and threw the cup over her shoulder, right iver the side fo the building. "I'm coming lucifer, and you better be ready."

 

[Keyblade Smitey]

OOC: Cummon people, post! Post! (Not counting you DS, you're a good girl and keep up with RPs, unlike SOME PEOPLE! (Don't mind me, I just go off on a rant sometimes. I don't mean anything by it.))/OOC

Flier pulled his chopper sideways into a screetching halt just outside the old autoshop The Fallen called home. He was closely followed by Lucifer, with Angel hanging on behind him on the Honda. "SCORE! The Flier wins! Wasamatter boss? Not feeling on form today?"
Lucifer climbed off, leaving angel to wheel her bike inside, "Not fair, you had the advantage! If I hadn't been carrying the extra weight, you woulda been choking in my dust!"
Flier flicked off his leader, grinnig as he parked his chopper in the room that served double-duty as Angel's mechanics bay and garage for the gang's rides, "Yeah, whatever boss! Perhaps one of these days you'll finally admit you aint all you once were!"
"In your dreams man!" retorted Lucifer as the two young men headed for the door, "Angel, you comming?"
"No, you go ahead Lucifer-senpai. I have something to take care of here." she picked up her tools and knealt down by something covered by a sizeable tarpaulin.
"Suit yourself. When you have some time, take a look at this for me willya?" said Lucifer, dropping his Sigma onto a workbench with a clatter, "Damn thing's been nothing but trouble ever since I modded it. 'Lifetime garantee' my arse!"

Pizza was a rare comodity in New York ever since the mass evacuations in the early 2010s. The only gangs that could afford to have it regularly were those with itallian connections, or those who were powerful or rich enough to get it from the pizza places in the suburbs. Lucifer blessed the day he had welcomed little Psyches into the gang. The tiny hispanic kid was pure magic when it came to lifting pizzas from under the noses of the shops in the fringes of the city, even if he needed constant backup whenever he went out for one of his trips to the Suburbs. Today he had proved a godsend, brining back in triumph half a dozen bulging and steaming boxes and a huge grin that threataned to split his face in half. By the time Flier and Lucifer enteres the comunal room in the garage, four of the boxes were empty and a pudgy man with a greasy shirt was reaching for the fifth. Lccifer vaulted over the back of a faded leather sofa and sunk his knife quivvering into the table, an inch from the questing hand, "Paws off Guts, I haven't had a pizza in ages and I need my recomended daily allowance of Italian food or I have been known to eat anyone in the vicinity who looks like he's had more than his fair share!" The ten or so other gangers who lay sprawled across the mis-matched furnature howled with laughter as Guts prompty withdrew his hand like there was a snake in the pizza box and Lucifer grabbed himself a big slice, dripping with cheeze and salami. "So how did it go?" asked Psyches, "We rollin' on the highway again?"
Lucifer swallowed the last scrap of crust and licked his fingers, "Yep! First thing tomorrow, we show this city that we're back in business and not to be messed with!" The gang cheered, popping open cans of alchohol and Red Bull.
"I wouldn't start celebrating just yet," remarked Flare, a punk of a girl with her hair died violent shades of pink and orange and spiked into a mohican and with a tendancy to talk loudly and a lot, "I heard a new gang just moved in down the Warzone. Call themselves 'The Canyons'. Started making some pretty agressive moves towards the other gangs, not just street ones too. They taking on the Chains, the Panzers, even the Long Chein! Skullz say they jsut been warned and they aint gunna stand for some upstarts throwing their wieght arround. Looks set to be a rumble." A collective silence ran around the room. The Skullz were a roving street gang. One of the biggest, toughest and dumbest in the city.
Lucfier spoke up, "This new gang: Any idea how big they are?"
"Not a clue. At least as big as the Skullz, otherwise they'd never be so stupid as to take them on. Few other gangs have started taking sides. Looks like it could turn into a full-blown war." The gang was silent, the party atmosphere killed by this sobering news. Gang wars were always bad news, even for the winners. Hundreds could die on each side, whole gangs could be wiped out. It was a sobering thought.

OOC: Sorry it's so long. /OOC

 

[Prophet]

As Sin made her way through the clear sewer tunnels, her phone rang again, and she flicked it open with a single flourish, eagerly hoping it was Rick calling her over.

"Sin?" the nasal voice was recognized instantly by Sin's brain, and she groaned.

"What is it Judas?" she snapped, the loathing in her voice evident at the sound of their resident nerd, "This better be urgent, and I don't mean a cracked floppy disk this time."

"We've located the next target," breathed Judas eagerly, so heavily infatuated with Sin it wasn't even funny, "He's a big shot of the town, part of another gang. Calls himself Lucifer. We've recieved orders to take him down."

"Who's giving these orders?" asked Sin darkly, wanting to know who exactly wanted this guy dead, "Where's the money coming from?"

"We're being paid on a need to know basis," said Judas, his nasal voice really starting to bug the beautiful Sin, "Snake said these people want him dead, but don't want it traced back to him. Anonomys job, straight in and straight out."

"What's his location?"

 

[Divine Shadow]

ooc: Aww....glad someone noticed. So....anyone up for pizza?......

Rikku walked along the brigdes of Hightown, enjoying their steady sway. Everythng swayed up in Hightown,even the peole. But the low oxygen factor made everyone gon the ground level. She walked into headquarters, smiling at their little technological treasure trove. Most of it was pretty low tech before the gang had taken over, and when they had, it was a miracle. She examined the screens with glee, enjoyig her city wide view from the warmth of indoors. She watched a video of some kid snagging a bunch of pizza's from the out skirts of the city that came in thirty minutes ago. The gentle hum of computers filled the room, and the glorious click of keys at work echoed behind it. She sat down at her persnal computer and opened up some files. A girl with long black hair pulled into a pony tail, hispanic skin, and dark blue eyes walked up. Blades were strapped to every visible patch of skin she had. Two semi automatic handguns sat on either hip and she smiled. Rikku nodded at the chair and continued working on her latest project.

Natsumi Blades, the CDD's best weapons specialist besides Rikku herself was well known among the ranks of HighTown. She may be small and pretty, but she had lived a harder life than Rikku's. The only reason she wasn't the boss was because Rikku had saved her skin more than twice, and she held Rikku in high regard. Shje flicked a hand over her shoulder and her younger brother ran up, thin blades pild into his hands with care. Rikku Smiled. "Aww NAtsu, how kind of you to remember my birthday!" she smiled jokingly. Natsu smiled and hid a giggle behind her hand. The giggle vanished as Rikku started slipping blades into her boots, sleeves, wrist guards and the like. No one laughed when Rikku was getting ready. Natsumi stood, placing her twenty year old hands on Rikkus younger shoulders. Rikku looked her in the eyes, a frown making her look almost childish. Natsumi was like an older sister to Rikku.
"Ri, I'm not sure i like your plan with this Lucifer guy. He is a gang leader...and if you die, The gang will fall apart." she said somberly. Rikku got up, nodded to several people who then took over at certain computers, a viral code being sent out to computers across the United States. Mainly, viruses were for fun, unless Rikku decided to use them for...deadlier purposes. Mouse man walked up, slamming the button for the elevator that lead to the garage. Rikku smiled over her shoulder to the CDD and then followed Natsumi into the elevator, their small group barely filling the executive sized elevator. "What are you worried about...if I die, the gang will be in your hands. And your hands...I trust." Rikku tapped her foot, waiting for the evlevator to hit ground floor. When it did, She ran out of the doors, heading lovingly toward her Bike. The red paint shimmering in the light. It was her pride and joy besides her computer. SHe jumped on and revved the engine speeding off. Natsumi and Mouse man jumped onto bikes of their own and followed behind Riiku at a slower pace. "Crazy driver..."

 

[HeartofTwilight]

Mask rode her bike into the red light district. As much as she hated to admit it, that is where her connections were the strongest. The gang used to hang there, a few girls picked up some cash, some other members had a good time. For Tele, Mask, and another girl who went by Kenetica, this place was once home, and they tended to stay away from the brothels. The bike stopped at a rundown shop. The neon sign read “Sleezy Joe's Joe.” She parked the bike and locked it up and proceeded into the shop. The shop was rather large, it was basically a cafe, but no as nice. As she walked in she heard someone whisper. “Hey, it's one of those Psyanide girl!” another answered, “Yeah, that's Tele's girl.” A third at the same table responded. “You heard what happened to them all right?”

The three weren't paying attention as Mask came up and slammed her boot on the crooked table. “You got something to say about it?” She said baring her teeth at the youngest one momentarily. They were all Snakes, the gang that owned the place. They all had their own personal snake tattooed on their arm. Is she was correct, she was talking to the Garter snake. They weren't very high ranking members.

“Hey, Mask,” The man behind the counter, Sidewinder, owned the place and knew Tele pretty well. “Stop harassing my men and get over here and order something.” He laughed. To be named for a venomous snake, Sidewinder was fairly high up, but names ending in Rattlesnake were saved for the top. Tele had told her all this. Mask felt her heart drop, remembering conversations she had with her mentor here. “The usual?” Sidewinder's voice snapped her back to reality. His voice was softer than normal. He missed Tele too, he knew what Mask felt, at least a little bit.

“Nah,” Mask responded. The usual was too sweet for her right now.” She took her foot off the table and walked over to the counter. Her thickly lined eyes stared off into space. “Just straight black. Make it an large with an extra shot of caffeine.” Most cafes and coffee houses in the city stopped using the Italian names for sizes years ago. Just small, medium, and large. It took no time and Mask had ample change. Being one of the few suburban based gangs, Psyanide was known for having the money to pay for what they needed. That was Tele's genius. She was quite a whiz with numbers. But here she was thinking about Tele again.

Mask sat down at a table with a free seat where she could keep an eye on her bike just in case. The red light district was rather save. People were generally preoccupied. At the table were three other people. A disheveled homeless man who looked to be 45 but was probably only 25, and two younger men each wearing different styles of jean jacket. “Yeah, I'm telling you, this guy's big, I mean HUGE!.” He was obviously drunk but Mask payed attention. Drunks often spilled the best info.

“And who is this big man?” Mask asked in a rather cute tone of voice

“Lucifer, Lucifer Blake, The leader of The Fallen.”He was so hammered it was funny it seemed like he was trying to whisper the information across the table.

He friend chimed in. “Yea, I've heard a few different groups talkin' about him.” He seemed more sober. He also had a set of keys in his hands. Mask was reminded of the old commercials. Always have a designated driver. Mask nodded and sipped her coffee.

 

[Prophet]

Sin nodded as Judas read off the directions, and she smiled, hurriedly clicking the phone off as she hurried along the underground sewers. So the new target was this man named Lucifer? Judas had given her all the info he could get on him. He was a member of the Fallen, a relatively big gang that hung around the Highway. Six feet, jet black hair, deep blue eyes. The perfect man to fall for her charms, thought Sin eagerly, and she swept along the underground sewers, counting the blocks until she reached the right corner.

Grasping the metal ladder with both hands, she scaled it with ease, popping open the manhole with a crowbar she left in the tunnel opening. With a grunt, she pushed the metal grating open, and she climbed up into the light of day, the tall buildings around her cutting off some of the light. She took a deep whiff of the air and smiled. The pollution was better then sewer smell at least. She noticed she had begun to smell of the sewers and new that would never do. She bent back down in the manhole, and pulled out one of the many "Emergency Kits" that the Eclipses placed at every manhole. Each member put something in there that they needed to do their job. Judas put a small handheld computer device. Sara put her dissassembled Sniper Rifle. And Sin put her makeup kits in there. She quickly drew it out, sprucing herself up a bit, redoing the makeup on her face while spraying on some experimental perfume. This stuff was created by Judas in the lab, and as much as she hated the little nerd, the stuff worked like a charm, drawing in any man close enough to take a whiff like a magnet. She put it away carefully, only stopping to draw out a small bulletproof vest. Would she need it? She thought carefully about it before sliding it back into the case. The extra bulk would slow her down as well as make it too obvious to this Lucifer person what her true alliances were.

As she closed up the manhole, she stood up, straightening her pink jacket, and making sure the buckle holding her tight jeans up was slightly loose. She was their to turn this Lucifer on of course... And with that, she strode toward the given location, walking down the street and carefully looking out for anybody else that might be along her path.

 

[Keyblade Smitey]

OOC: Waaah! Everyone's out to get meeeee! *panics* Ya'd think I'd get a bit of peace, but noooooo! Everyone wants a piece of the Blake-man! /OOC

Lucifer dropped the last bit of his third slice down his hatch and swallowed, a huge grin on his face as the rest of the gang demolished what was left of the pizza. Four guys, including Flier and Psyches, had started a drinking competition in the corner and a new member was smoking something intoxicating next to Lucifer. What's more, some idiot had left the heating on, despite the warm summe night and it was gettign a little too warm. "I gotta get some air," he said, slipping his recovered CS45 into his pocket as he went through the door - you could never be too careful going out alone, even a couple of yards from your HQ. Lucifer took a deep breath of the New York air and let out a deep sigh of contentment. Ever since the heavy indsustries were abandoned, New York air had cleaned up considerabley. A few years of aboandonment had worked wonders for the city's atmosphere. A movement caught Lucifer's eye and he looked, seeing a very good-looking girl on the other side of the street. As much as most of his brain was busy drooling, there was still enough grey matter working to go 'hang on a second. It's getting late. She's a fine girl, in the middle of the city and it's getting late.' In the first few months after the law cleared out of the city, people like that girl had flourished. Then the gangs finally realised there was nothing to stop them really doing it their way. Ever since then, no-one dressed like that this far from the suburbs. Lucifer's gut told him there was something was wrong with this picture... Just then Lucifer heard the roar of a motor comming and he turned just in time to see a hispanic girl on a bike tear round the corner of the bock in a manner that would have put some of Lucifer's rider's to shame. Lucifer leapt for the door. This time he knew things were about to go wrong. Nobody rode like that in his 'hood, at this time of night, with two other motors comming, without a definate intent to cause hell. "Places people!" yelled Lucifer as he exploded back inside, "I got a feeling we gunna have a party on our hands, so let's make sure we got PLENTY of party favours for them!" The gang exploded into action, grabbing weapons, slotting in clips, upturning furnature and taking cover with practiced ease. Lucifer grabbed a handful of clips and his Berettas, leaping behind the sofa beside Flier and slotting them in quickly. Flier took a long pull from the can of beer in his hand and wiped his mouth with the back of his other hand, clutching a nasty-looking uzi, "Great. A rumble is the worst thing for a hangover ever. Whoever these clowns are, they had better just b#@%$r off right now, because I am SO honked off right now!"

 

[Divine Shadow]

ooc: you dont understand my intellect oh great Keblade smitey.....i wont kill you...just yet anyway!! hehehe/ooc

Raiku sped around the corner, and span her bike aroundpulling it to a stop with grace. She looked around and noticed the Lucifer guy taking some action to her entrance. She also noticed that there was another girl across the road. Raiku smiled, flicking her hair in front of her eyes. She spoke into the whisper sensitive mike on her throat, giving Natsumi the cue. her two gang members sped around the corner, guns, and in Natsumi's case, and blades shimmering in the pale light. Raiku revved the engine and sent her bike flying into the air. She landed behind her two supposed attackers, both taking the job seriously. They were literally purposely going to shoot her until she died. She noticed Mouse man take aim at Lucifer and she glared THAT wasn't part of the pan. She sped her bike forward, lifting it into a wheelie. She crashed through the door and grabbed Lucifer by his jacket, lifting him easily onto the bike. Mouse man burst through the door, firing off shots angrily.
"STAY AWAY FROM MY WOMAN!" he screamed. Raiku span the bike, Lucifer still on the end.
"GET DOWN DUMB @$$... unless you want to die" she screamed over the gun fire. She sped out the door, kicking mouse man in the chest. She grabbed the un from his hand pointing it at his head. "You idiot........traitor..." she muttered to him. She revved the engine, throwing it into high gear. She sped down the road faster than before, making sure that Natsumi hadn't followed. She ripped the mike off of her throat and swore. She slowwed to a stop and turned to face Lucifer. She held her finger over her lips and sighed. "I hadn't planned on Mouse trying to kill you....There was a reason I was trying to talk to you though. I am not completely gang crazy. And i have some debts to repay to other gangs....but I need an alliance. If you don't agree.....I will take you back to your gang. Natsumi will make sure no one dies but if they attack, they will die. She pushed a phone into his hands and turned away, giving him his peace. She entered an encoded password, and her bike died out, only responding to her finger prints. She sighed, leaning against the side of a building. "Traitor...."