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| Doc Ock | Jun 27 2010, 07:34 PM Post #1 |
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It was the mid 1930s in Brooklyn, New York. It was a decade of inspiration, with the invention of jazz, parking meters, and frozen food. But negatives such as an influx of organized crime also plagues the feeble state of the U.S. of A. When the Mafia discovers a new source of power; one that could revolutionize modern power, they feel like they can reach the top of the world, controlling all that is to control. But, the power source was 'misplaced.' Now the entire fleet of Mafioso are storming through the city, looking up and down, left and right for these three little orbs. Completely, indefinitely, and ridiculously unsubtle, I may add. When three children, specifically three teenage boys, find these sources of absolute power, the shit starts to hit the fan.
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| Doc Ock | Jul 2 2010, 03:34 AM Post #2 |
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[ Stupid first post is stupid. ] Cold air really sucks. Especially when you're running. It's hard on the throat and lungs, it feels SO uncomfortable when it mixes in with your precipitation to make cold sweat, it's just all-around nasty!!! And there wasn't anyone who hated cold sweat more than Ziggy Vasquez. Not because the crisp autumn air was interfering in his routine jogs, but because it made running away for his life all the more difficult. The kid was sprinting full-speed through the crowded streets, ducking and weaving through gents in tuxedos and flashy women in their Friday night gowns. Good thing about those popular sleek black dresses and jackets; they camouflaged perfectly with his dark 'ragdoll' of a hat. The two grown men chasing after the kid looked a tad confused, but kept going this way until they caught a glimpse of him ducking into an alley. A few yells were heard getting closer when Ziggy began to panic and look left and right, spotting an open window to the side before lunging into it. He pressed his body nest to the wall with the window once inside, only paying attention to the henchmen and the sound of their Italian leather boots stomping away. He sighed some, his muscles relaxing as he looked around the place he had stumbled on. At first he thought he was in some sort of dump site, scraps of metal being thrown around everywhere, but as he looked closer he saw how the area was more like a lab of some sort!!! Standing up straight and brushing his wrinkled clothes off, he explored around the area, poking a few of the machines, maybe knocking a few over a but, but of course he caught them |
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| Artie | Jul 4 2010, 03:09 AM Post #3 |
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[Stupid second post is long. :] Cold air was wonderful. Especially after a long day in a smelting plant. It's cool on the face and brought back nostalgic memories of an emerald land across the sea that Artie truely considered home. No one enjoyed leisurely walks around the filthy city of New York in the cool fall air as much as Arthur Shmee Lankiwitz, or Artie to his friends. If he had any. However, there were set backs to being so out in the open in a place like Brooklyn, like the obnoxious, harsh sounds of the market tenders calling to customers from their street corners; or the smells of piss, alcohol, and God knows what else that ran through the gutters. Or being barreled over by oh so discreet Mafia thugs. "Oi! I'm walking 'ere!" Having enough previous experience in avoiding unpleasant encounters with the Mafia before, the little irishmen didn't yell loud enough to actually garner the attention of the two beef-monkies who'd nearly stomped him into the pavement. Still, even his calculations weren't always correct. One of the tuxedoed men had turned, not stopping, only moved his head to look back at him for a brief second. Not having expected to be caught in his courage, Artie hunched his shoulders, blushed like a reindeer's nose, and quickly broke eye contact. He still managed to hear the scundering ring of laughter that came from the man behind him as he laughed at the silly ginger's bravery. The man ran on, catching up with his larger friend and together continued their search for whatever unlucky neddy they were after. Arthur in turn, sighed heavily to himself and inwardly winced at his foolish display of machoism he'd normally go out of his way to avoid. "Well that coulda turned out to be a ruddy mess. Whut are ya thenkin' stepping in them Ronnie's business for, ya silly tool?" Work must've taken more outta of him then he'd realized. The young lad continued to murmur to himself all the way back to his apartment, not even stopping when his land lady came around the corner within ear shot. She must not have noticed though, or simply chose to ignore the boy's behavior on account of being used to the strange ways of the Irish. "Mistah Lankeewiz! I've been lookin' for ya's all evenin'. I don't mean to alarm you dearest, but I've heard some strange noisises from your room. I thought it best I say something." Swearing heavily under his breath, Artie quickly thanked the ever nosey woman and booked it up the small flight of stairs to his room. Had he left a burner on? Had something fallen off one of his messy lab tables? Or worse, had someone broken in? Reaching the door in record time, he paused with his hand on the knob. How should he do this, should he go in guns blazing and hope to scare off any intruders? No, there were too many dangerous chemicals brewing to risk scaring an intruder into knocking them over. Dangerous chemicals he didn't want the feds actually learning about either. The silent entry then. Biting his lip, Artie sucked in a breath and gently pushed the door in. The sight inside was familiar and yet unsettling. Something definetly was wrong, some of his machines had been knocked over and there were objects put hastily back in places they hadn't been before. It was true, someone was in his apartment. And there he was. He was foreign, that much Artie could tell even in the dark gloom of the room. The dark skin and even the smell gave it away. Suddenly, an uncharacteristic (Jaysus this was happening alot today) bubble of anger and protectiveness grew in his belly. Which in turn decided to vomit out of his mouth in an instant. "AY! You feckin' chancer what are ya's doin' in me apartment!? Get out ya clatty Eejit before I get the feds on ya!" |
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| Doc Ock | Jul 4 2010, 07:42 AM Post #4 |
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The kid was observing another rust bucket, one looking like a small box with a large button on it. Interesting! He had never seen such a device, and he couldn't help but to wonder what would happen once it was activated; possibly by pushing that big, red button on the side... --His thoughts were snapped away by a high-pitched and bluntly annoying-ass accented squeal filled the room. Shit, the owner was home!!! His mind began to panic as his eyes flashed from the corners of the room, finding a way to escape, just when he saw the person who owned the place. Why, he was just a ginger! And a boy, roo! Probably around as old as he was! Not to mention MUCH thinner. He couldn't have a single strand of meat on him! Well, so much for the idea of getting beaten to death. He couldn't get too pig-headed now. He still had to make sure he wasn't going to be followed by the cops or anything. "Hmm, this's some interestin' stuff y' have here, jelly bean!" He picked up another piece of metal junk along with a beaker-shaped glass. It was filled with a colourless liquid. Pulling it near his nose, he gave a small sniff. It was sweet. Ziggy was far from being an expert in combustible fluids, only beginning to start to study them under...given circumstances, but he knew what this one was. Ethylene oxide. "I would be a shame-" he began, setting the metal parts down and giving the vile a twirl. "--If some pesky coppers were to come over here in search of a poor boy who broke in lookin' for shelter, only to find another youngster conducting a mountain of...what do you call 'em, illegal experiments? Pretty sure you need a warrant for most of this stuff ya got here." That's right, Ziggy. Play it cool. Make him think you're more than just a |
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| Artie | Jul 4 2010, 07:15 PM Post #5 |
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Jelly bean? Artie felt his fingers twitch at his side as his eyes worshipfully followed the movements of the explosive liquid in the vile being haphazardly shaken and coined by the stranger (who couldn't be much older then himself he inwardly noted). He listened to the boy, trying desperately to sift through the unfamiliar accent for any threat and couldn't help the wince that ticked his eye when the stranger grinned wickedly at him and twisted his threat back on him. Damn, he'd been praying he wouldn't be called out on his bluff; obviously he was dealing with a clever little fleecer here. Clenching his teeth to keep from verbally lashing out he decided to buy some time to think and take in his opponent's objectives; carefully manuveuring himself towards the tables with more of the unstable chemicals, he checked them over to make sure none were in any precarious positions before sending a glare (that was less for intimidation and more for a cover to look the fleecer over) directly at the foreigner. "Awright what are ya doing arsing around me apartment? You lookin' to spy on me and my work?" |
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| Doc Ock | Jul 4 2010, 09:53 PM Post #6 |
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Setting down the flask, Ziggy waltzed around the room, touching the other objects as he went along. He circled around the room, keeping eye contact with the owner - a slight distraction as he planned his escape. He had to make it fast, for in the halls slight footsteps crescendoed into thumping down the halls, the feet accompanied by blatant, obnoxious curses. It was time for Ziggy to do his disappearing act. "Mmm, maybe," he shrugged over to the other kid. From the corner of his eyes, he spotted a couple of half-emptied boxes. Ah, something else to help him gain the advantage. "Right now, I just gotta keep tabs on all the wet socks comin' into town, y' know? Lots of immigrants these days, who knows what we're all gonna do with them!" With a last step, he was by the window he had broken through before. Rising himself up, he leaned back to the glass. "Anyway, it was nice talkin' to ya. I'm sure you'll be seeing me around soon," he reassured, giving a wink before he placed more pressure on the window and fell backwards as the window snapped open, rolling backwards onto the alleyway and running like hell. Aaand then it was about a good 20 seconds before the two large men busted through the door of Artie's room, shattering his door to wood pieces and looming behind the scrawny kid. |
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| Artie | Jul 4 2010, 10:54 PM Post #7 |
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OOC: Um, I'm assuming your playing the two bafoons in suits right? |
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| Doc Ock | Jul 4 2010, 11:41 PM Post #8 |
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[ Yup. BTW, I JUST HAD THE BEST PARTY EVER! At the hotel there's nothing to do, 'specially since its raining outside, so I met 3 guys in the elevator. I had nothing to do so we four were partying in there. Two of the guys have been there for like 3 hours and the other one just came in as I did. One of them had their phone play and we just moshed and pretended we were flight attendants when others entered the elevator. And then moshed some more. Kickass stuff, bro. Best elevator ride ever c|| ] |
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| Artie | Jul 5 2010, 05:26 AM Post #9 |
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OOC: Honestly I'm just impressed that you can make friends with complete strangers and party with them in the spur of the moment. :O Your skills are impressive padawn. IC: It had taken the young scientist a split-second to realize what the stranger had in mind in means of escape but he lacked the neccessary speed to stop him. Doesn't mean he didn't try to though. When the boy had thrown himself out the window with a Squeaking in fear, the scrawny lad hurriedly backed away from the two dangerous and obviously peeved men in tuxes. Through the quickly escillating haze of fear shooting through his brain, he took in the familiar faces of the two men he'd run into earlier. Just his damn, irish luck. "Oh ballsch," he murmured to himself while slinking further back towards the corner and away from the lumbering oafs edging toward him. "Uh, heheh gewd evenin' sirs. What can I do ya for?" |
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| Doc Ock | Jul 5 2010, 03:49 PM Post #10 |
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The two men examined the room quickly, not too sure to make of the mess of the place. One of them stepped to the side to examine some of the mechanics belted down, probably to save for later, as the bigger and dumber looking henchman peered his beady eyes onto the nervous boy. They both disregarded the greeting but the larger man grabbed onto the scruff of Artie's clothes, lifting him up as a smile of recognition lit up his face. "Hey Rod, lookie what we gots here!" He said while presenting the kid to his partner, who perked up from the lab experiments to see the familiar face. "Ahh, the little brat from the streets!" the other recognized, sarcasm permanently toned into his venomous voice. "Fancy seeing you again, I thought you'd run outta town after shitting bricks seeing us!" He gave a pat to Artie's shoulder as a congratulations. "By the way, nice science projects you got going on." The one named 'Rod' waved a hand, commanding the big guy to set Artie on the ground, but the hand still keeping him restrained. "See, right now we're after a kid, about your age! About ye high, around your age, wears a stupid-looking black hat -- is he one of your friends?" With the last infliction he jabbed a finger in Artie's chest, not wanting to laboriously wait for answers which could be answered so swiftly and efficiently. Edited by Doc Ock, Jul 5 2010, 03:50 PM.
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| Artie | Jul 6 2010, 07:06 PM Post #11 |
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Artie just couldn't help himself. He blurted out the first thing that popped up in his mind. "More like my affliction," he muttered wincing even as he said it. Nice goin' muggins, now ya've confirmed that the kid was here! How ya gonna get'em off your back now? Feeling accutely aware of the hand clenched in his shirt the smaller lad squirmed a bit hoping to find some leverage. He tilted his head to the side to look and speak directly to Rod because he was obviously the brain of the operation and more likely to respond to an explanation. "What I meant was-was I did see him but-but I dun know who 'e was," he shamelessly told them. Think on yer feet lad. Suddenly a lie was sitting on his tongue and was out before he could stew over the possible dangerous consequences if he were caught in his spoof. "Th-the kid ya fellas are looking for...foreign righ? Kinda scrawny, weird hat? Ya I seen'em but he didn't come in me apartment here. I was comin' up them steps when the gurrier barreled righ o'er me. Nearly knocked me head off, the slimey chancer. T'is only luck that I managed to catch a glimpse o' him, last I seen 'em he was headin' to'ards Tillary Street..." Lord Above let them buy it. |
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| Doc Ock | Jul 6 2010, 07:43 PM Post #12 |
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[ This. Is. GORGEOUS. http://silentsketcher.deviantart.com/art/Fast-Food-Mafia-final-131302790 These can be our villains, y/n? ] |
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| Artie | Jul 6 2010, 09:27 PM Post #13 |
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OOC: YEEEEEES! God yes. Although I seriously need to admit, Ron the Don SCARES ME. No joke. His hair and chin...egh. Let's dooo it. >] Oh and can I assume our two current villains are the Subway brothers? |
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| Doc Ock | Jul 8 2010, 05:51 PM Post #14 |
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[ Not a prob. ] [ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2mNB_VG_shc&feature=related ] "Tillary Street," Rod repeated, scratching his chin. "That's a mighty suspicious statement, boy. Especially since you know him." He tilted his hat and flashed a glance at his brother who nodded. "I think we needa investigate the area before we move on, right bro?" "Right!" the bigger one conformed and reached to his back pocket, releasing Artie. From some sort of weapon compartment [ or maybe it was summoned by magic, who knows ] they both took out identical five dollar foot-longs and gripped them as if the hard subs were baseball bats. They both began swinging, beating the living shit out of the inventions in the room, not really giving a damn if the things are stable or not. |
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| Artie | Jul 8 2010, 11:32 PM Post #15 |
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(OCC: THAT MAMA CAT IS A JERK-FACE.) IC: "AEEEEEEEAAAGGHHH YOUFECKINGMUCKSAVAGES!" Artie yanked at his hair in despair and hopped from foot to foot as he watched his precious lab be torn to pieces. The two stupid characters were wrecking his inventions that'd he spent years and years of time, money, and even love pouring over and assembling. They were denting personally valuable treasures he'd collected from the factory and were shoving aside gifts that had been painstakingly sent by his father who really couldn't afford to be sending them in the first place. Grief, despair, and a sudden blinding rage burst from behind his eyes when he watched the larger brother carelessly smack aside the half-wrapped gift Artie had been preparing to send his father. The gift itself, an oddly shaped and colored piece of coal was cheap and unique in its own right, but it had taken weeks to save up for the shiney wrapping paper he'd wrapped it in and the velvet ribbon was hardly without it's finicial physique. "You mongo sapping sky pilot!" was all the warning the large bafoon recieved before a beaker of horric smelling compound was thrown at his face and smashed to pieces. "Tha's what you get you mongrel! That there chemical s'called Putrescine, eejit. I bet ya smell tha' dontcha, Putrescine's one o' the narliest smellin' chemcials this side o' the periodic table," Artie grinned triumphantly at the now red-faced oaf. He turned to the smaller, brainer brother and stated matter-a-factly, "I'd be getting y'er boyo to a hospital now friend. Putrescine's also poisonous." In large doses is what he left out. |
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