A Man shrouded in a black cloak walked swiftly though the dark streets towards a dimly lit bar in the distance. Rain was trickling down his long blonde mane of hair and onto his face, His heavy boot steps muffled by the rain as he made his way down the street. The darkness of the night confiding solace in him as he journeyed onward. It would be useless to try to light a smoke now, after all the rain was pelting down in unforgiving waves.
The streetlamps provided much needed light to the backdrop of the street, illuminating the main road which curved throughout the city. Lights of the inner districts could be seen from where he was standing at the moment, his Glock Nineteen pistol sitting comfortably in its holster at his waist. Soon his hand reached the handle of the door and with a thought of cautiousness opened the door slowly and purposefully.
As he opened the door, the people inside fell silent to see who it was exactly, the only exception to this was three older looking men having heated discussion about the minister in town. Rikken didn’t really pay attention to these guys until he sat down at the bar. As he was walking towards it, he noticed that the bar had an interesting display of hunting trophies and skins. He guessed that this must have been some sort of hunting club that he hadn’t bothered to look into. He made a note to check back with this place later and make it one of his usual stops on his way home. He reached inside his coat and pulled out a packet of cigarettes and put one on his lips. A small lighter protruded from his fingers and a small flame ignited at its tip. He lit the cigarette, then, dismissed the flame with a rotation of his wrist and took a draw before blowing a cloud of smoke into the now thickened air.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out three palm sized notes and put them on the bar as he sat down. By now the people inside the pub had started talking again to each other every now and then a set of eyes would drift over his body. This made him slightly uncomfortable but it wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to. After all being a Military officer had its perks as well as its downsides. The barman turned around and opened a small fridge, pulled out two alcohol cans, and placed them on the bar in front of him. The bar was of neat pine construction with a polished surface and a cloth that spanned the whole length of the bar. His well tanned olive skinned hand reached forward from the clothes he was wearing and latched onto the smooth surface of the aluminium can. He removed the smoke and lifted the drink to his lips and drank from it. His prominent Adams’ apple moving as he swallowed a large mouthful of alcohol down to his gullet. He reached forward and placed the second can inside his jacket. By now he had finished his cigarette and flicked it into an ashtray before standing and making his way to the exit by turning the handle on the door.
Rikken walked outside, the rain had subsided for now and the storm clouds that had once loomed overhead were gone, slightly lifting his mood of the evening. It hadn’t been a particularly good one really. A Spy had gotten away today to the Military’s dismay and that was of real concern. He had been tasked with eliminating the man tomorrow before he could jeopardise the Military any further. Rikken was a soldier recruited by the Military to Assassinate. He was so immersed in his thoughts that he almost didn’t notice someone of particular interest to him. In fact it was James one of his most trusted friends inside the Military.
"Still Ticking Rikken?" James questioned,
"Yes, Fortunately." He allowed himself to smile, before grabbing James' forearm in a handshake, one of the Military Salutations.
He reached into the depths of his coat and pulled out a small blue box which he handed to James. James removed a cigarette from the packet and lit the end. James passed the packet back to Rikken, who then placed it back into his coat smiling. "Been a long time, Since I seen you," said Rikken with a one-sided grin on his face. "I thought you died in that Military attack on the power plant a few years ago."
"So everyone thought," said James, returning the grin and taking another draw from his cigarette. Before leaning against the wall and looking up into the sky. His skin colour had paled since he had last seen him a few years, but it seemed that his temperament and attitude remained the same. "But I’m still here aren’t I?" he said with distain looking at Rikken.
"Well, at least you’re alive. It will make my job a little easier anyway," said Rikken taking another draw from his smoke and butting it out against the wall. And walking past James,
"If you need anything," James started, "Let me know."
"Right," said Rikken as he continued onwards, towards his home.
He continued onwards in silence looking around as his surrounds every now and then as if waiting for something to jump out of the darkness at him. It wasn’t as though he wasn’t prepared. He was, his pistol was on his waist, he had just become a slightly edgy about the whole Military business. The fact that this Spy had actually managed to get away was disturbing. He shook his head, this was too much to think about at the moment and he needed an undisturbed sleep to help him think tomorrow. When it came to killing someone, He was an expert. No-one except James could match him when it came to close combat; James was a master at unarmed fighting.
Rikken continued onwards his eyes becoming heavy as he reached the door of his home. The turned the brass handle and entered into the unlighted dungeon that was his house. The place was very quiet, for no-one but himself lived there and he had intended to keep it that way. He was trying to be sure of that. He sat down on his double bed and kicked his boots off and put his arms behind his head, his mind wandered though his most guarded thoughts, he had not had anyone is his life really at the moment. It was partly his fault, he didn’t want to get involved with someone, because of the hazardous job that he had, and he couldn’t risk the involvement of a son, daughter or lover. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something happened to them. But as he grew more despondent he realised that maybe just maybe he needed someone in his life at the moment. He felt very lonely and afraid of what might happen to him later on in his life, would anyone really care if he existed? His eyes became too heavy and he collapsed onto his bed and thought no more.
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Okay I know its a little over-dramatic. But I needed to have a decent story laid or at least some people already present in the storyline. This thread might die but it depends on how many are interested.
The story is basically about Private Military's fighting against each other in a clouded sense of truth and honestly thanks much in part to the war. Hence the name. "The Fog of War," The people inside the Private military each have a certain ability that the others don't. For example, Rikken is an expert marksman, James is an expert at hand to hand combat, I was thinking superpowers but not too omnipotent. Something like quicker reflexes or better hearing or something along those lines.
If you are interested post these following details.
Name:
Codename:
Age:
Gendar:
Speciality: (remember not too powerful.. I'll tell you if your not sure.)
Appearance:
Personality:
Weapons: (If any)
Abilities: Do they have any other Special training. (Eg hacking, decryption.)
Rules:
1. The usual, No godmodding... Blahblahblah.
2. Romance is allowed PG-13.
3. Be able to post at least once a week
4. Let me know if you have to leave for a week or two.. Beforehand.
5. Place "No Place To Hide" at the top of your Profile.
~Members~
Rikken Omnious - Rikken, James.
Sephiroth2 - Sleif .
Faint_Remnant - Lloyd Noumera.
Sora_rox_my_sox - Shay Tavran.
Wasilis - Druaga Uruk.
Akans - Jayin Nay
Reckless Chaos - Curt Gibbons.
Darkened Wings - Alex Rein.
Wolfy - Taryn Wanderer.
Wozza Black - Wozza Black.
Shall post temps when I have interested Members.
The streetlamps provided much needed light to the backdrop of the street, illuminating the main road which curved throughout the city. Lights of the inner districts could be seen from where he was standing at the moment, his Glock Nineteen pistol sitting comfortably in its holster at his waist. Soon his hand reached the handle of the door and with a thought of cautiousness opened the door slowly and purposefully.
As he opened the door, the people inside fell silent to see who it was exactly, the only exception to this was three older looking men having heated discussion about the minister in town. Rikken didn’t really pay attention to these guys until he sat down at the bar. As he was walking towards it, he noticed that the bar had an interesting display of hunting trophies and skins. He guessed that this must have been some sort of hunting club that he hadn’t bothered to look into. He made a note to check back with this place later and make it one of his usual stops on his way home. He reached inside his coat and pulled out a packet of cigarettes and put one on his lips. A small lighter protruded from his fingers and a small flame ignited at its tip. He lit the cigarette, then, dismissed the flame with a rotation of his wrist and took a draw before blowing a cloud of smoke into the now thickened air.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out three palm sized notes and put them on the bar as he sat down. By now the people inside the pub had started talking again to each other every now and then a set of eyes would drift over his body. This made him slightly uncomfortable but it wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to. After all being a Military officer had its perks as well as its downsides. The barman turned around and opened a small fridge, pulled out two alcohol cans, and placed them on the bar in front of him. The bar was of neat pine construction with a polished surface and a cloth that spanned the whole length of the bar. His well tanned olive skinned hand reached forward from the clothes he was wearing and latched onto the smooth surface of the aluminium can. He removed the smoke and lifted the drink to his lips and drank from it. His prominent Adams’ apple moving as he swallowed a large mouthful of alcohol down to his gullet. He reached forward and placed the second can inside his jacket. By now he had finished his cigarette and flicked it into an ashtray before standing and making his way to the exit by turning the handle on the door.
Rikken walked outside, the rain had subsided for now and the storm clouds that had once loomed overhead were gone, slightly lifting his mood of the evening. It hadn’t been a particularly good one really. A Spy had gotten away today to the Military’s dismay and that was of real concern. He had been tasked with eliminating the man tomorrow before he could jeopardise the Military any further. Rikken was a soldier recruited by the Military to Assassinate. He was so immersed in his thoughts that he almost didn’t notice someone of particular interest to him. In fact it was James one of his most trusted friends inside the Military.
"Still Ticking Rikken?" James questioned,
"Yes, Fortunately." He allowed himself to smile, before grabbing James' forearm in a handshake, one of the Military Salutations.
He reached into the depths of his coat and pulled out a small blue box which he handed to James. James removed a cigarette from the packet and lit the end. James passed the packet back to Rikken, who then placed it back into his coat smiling. "Been a long time, Since I seen you," said Rikken with a one-sided grin on his face. "I thought you died in that Military attack on the power plant a few years ago."
"So everyone thought," said James, returning the grin and taking another draw from his cigarette. Before leaning against the wall and looking up into the sky. His skin colour had paled since he had last seen him a few years, but it seemed that his temperament and attitude remained the same. "But I’m still here aren’t I?" he said with distain looking at Rikken.
"Well, at least you’re alive. It will make my job a little easier anyway," said Rikken taking another draw from his smoke and butting it out against the wall. And walking past James,
"If you need anything," James started, "Let me know."
"Right," said Rikken as he continued onwards, towards his home.
He continued onwards in silence looking around as his surrounds every now and then as if waiting for something to jump out of the darkness at him. It wasn’t as though he wasn’t prepared. He was, his pistol was on his waist, he had just become a slightly edgy about the whole Military business. The fact that this Spy had actually managed to get away was disturbing. He shook his head, this was too much to think about at the moment and he needed an undisturbed sleep to help him think tomorrow. When it came to killing someone, He was an expert. No-one except James could match him when it came to close combat; James was a master at unarmed fighting.
Rikken continued onwards his eyes becoming heavy as he reached the door of his home. The turned the brass handle and entered into the unlighted dungeon that was his house. The place was very quiet, for no-one but himself lived there and he had intended to keep it that way. He was trying to be sure of that. He sat down on his double bed and kicked his boots off and put his arms behind his head, his mind wandered though his most guarded thoughts, he had not had anyone is his life really at the moment. It was partly his fault, he didn’t want to get involved with someone, because of the hazardous job that he had, and he couldn’t risk the involvement of a son, daughter or lover. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something happened to them. But as he grew more despondent he realised that maybe just maybe he needed someone in his life at the moment. He felt very lonely and afraid of what might happen to him later on in his life, would anyone really care if he existed? His eyes became too heavy and he collapsed onto his bed and thought no more.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay I know its a little over-dramatic. But I needed to have a decent story laid or at least some people already present in the storyline. This thread might die but it depends on how many are interested.
The story is basically about Private Military's fighting against each other in a clouded sense of truth and honestly thanks much in part to the war. Hence the name. "The Fog of War," The people inside the Private military each have a certain ability that the others don't. For example, Rikken is an expert marksman, James is an expert at hand to hand combat, I was thinking superpowers but not too omnipotent. Something like quicker reflexes or better hearing or something along those lines.
If you are interested post these following details.
Name:
Codename:
Age:
Gendar:
Speciality: (remember not too powerful.. I'll tell you if your not sure.)
Appearance:
Personality:
Weapons: (If any)
Abilities: Do they have any other Special training. (Eg hacking, decryption.)
Rules:
1. The usual, No godmodding... Blahblahblah.
2. Romance is allowed PG-13.
3. Be able to post at least once a week
4. Let me know if you have to leave for a week or two.. Beforehand.
5. Place "No Place To Hide" at the top of your Profile.
~Members~
Rikken Omnious - Rikken, James.
Sephiroth2 - Sleif .
Faint_Remnant - Lloyd Noumera.
Sora_rox_my_sox - Shay Tavran.
Wasilis - Druaga Uruk.
Akans - Jayin Nay
Reckless Chaos - Curt Gibbons.
Darkened Wings - Alex Rein.
Wolfy - Taryn Wanderer.
Wozza Black - Wozza Black.
Shall post temps when I have interested Members.
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