NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Okay, this is pretty much a "life" rp. You can do whatever you want. Be a civilian, cop, criminal, or w/e. It's based in Liberty City, which is just a normal, every day United States city (which we're going to say is in Wisconsin). That's about it. I'll mainly provide the backround (police, random civilians, criminal bosses...unless someone else wants the job) and may rp a charactor myself. By the way, its the same city name as in GTA3, please excuse that, but Liberty City is just such a good city name.
IC: er...
OOC: There really is no IC till someone joins...SO JOIN IN!

Walter Brown took the newspaper, heading right into the sports page.

Now tell me the Blue Sockets won.

He closed it as quickly as he had opened it.

"Shit!" he muttered.
"Hi Walter," said Linda, the waitress. "Coffee with milk as usual?"

Brown looked up at her. It took him some seconds before recovering from the terrible results of his favorite team.

"Err... Hi... err... yes, one sugar cube.
- Like I said," she added with a smile while heading to another table. "As usual."

OOC: Thanks for joining in Underaloz, lol, GO BLUE SOCKETS!
IC:
Matthew Duran saw the man across the cafe swear. Then he saw him close the sports page. "I wonder if the Sockets won" he thought, and, realizing he had to go in a bit anyway, decided to ask the man on the way out. Duran left eight dollars on the table (enough for his small meal and drink) and headed over.

Matt walked up to the man, being as friendly as he could, and simply asked "if you don't mind telling me, did the Blue Sockets win?".

Brown stared at the new comer.

"The usual coffee," Linda said passing between the two of them to put the drink on the table.

She smiled but rushed to another table, handing another coffee.

What's wrong with Walter today?

"Don't get me started, pal," Brown said to Duran. "I bet half my wage on these losers."

He took a sip of the black liquid.

"I guess they were good back in the days... but it's like baseball is doomed nowadays," he said with a sarcastic tone. "Money killed it I guess."

He seemed to grow older as he was remembering the stars of his youth. He had quite an energetic face but he had riddles at the corner of his eyes and his hair had a soft grey shade.

Gabriel Aphetto walked into the small coffe shop. He briskly wallked to an empty table.
"Coffee sir?"Asked Linda.
"Yeah." Muttered Gabriel
"cream or sugar?" Asked Linda happily
"straight." Responded Gabriel
Things were not as they seemed with this man. He was an assassin for hire and recently had hit a rather bad streak of luck. He was supposed to knock off the Capital city Doves pitcher last night but hadnt been successfull so they had creamed the blue sockets causing his employer to lose a hefty sum of money. He heard two men near by talking about the game. With a sigh he took a sip of his coffee trying to figure a way out of his current mess.
ooc:its okay if i join in right?

Bob walked in. He walked up to the bar and ordered some coffee as well as something to eat. Then, he went to a vacant table and pulled out his bag.

He awakens with a cough.

It's the punctuation of his life, the alarm clock that never needs winding, the steady reminder that one day he's going to die.

"Godammit."

Still half asleep, he scrabbles on the cheap, scarred formica bedside table for a cigarette-finds one, practically soggy with age-lights it.

The candles on a concrete birthday cake.

Relief.

John Smith, just another drifting piece of human detritus in Liberty City.

On cue, the clock radio kicks in, chirpily announcing the results of the baseball game. He shrugs, taking another drag as he sits up in the stained bed.

Good thing I ain't a bettin' man.

He staggers out of bed, shuffling to the meagre, lichen encrusted bathroom in boxers and a ratty wifebeater.

Time to get myself cleaned up....

Several minutes later, he walks out onto the street, pulling on a battered bomber jacket. Time for his morning coffee.

Linda was exhausted.

Never saw that much people in here.

Kilburry, the boss, was barking at her on a regular basis. He always felt nervous when there were more than 2 customers in his coffee shop.

"All right! All right! I do as fast as I can!" Linda yelled at him, handing 3 coffees.

She rushed at Bob's table. What happened then? She would never be able to tell. It was as if her left foot decided to play with the other one. She fell miserably. All the coffees went right onto Aphetto's shirt.

Bob heard something. He looked up from his bag to see the waitress falling and dropping the coffee. Quite a funny sight, from the point of view of somebody not really involved. He chuckled and went back to his bag.

*Tagged for future purposes*

Walter woke up. He was staring at Linda, lying on the floor.

"Linda! Are you all right?"

Kilburry had rushed in her direction but, instead of helping her, he began to apologize to Aphetto.

He walks, grumbling as he does. His regular coffee joint was closed, couple of idiot amateur dealers had gotten shot. He'd have to go to the nearest other coffee-place. He didn't particularly like it - they never did get his coffee right, and they charged too much to boot.

As he ruminates, he realizes that he's already arrived. He nudges the door open with his boot, walking in and taking a seat.

"Coffee. Make it black - and thick, I wanna be able to eat it with a fork. No sugar -"

In the middle of his sentence, he realizes that the waitress had fallen. He hastens to her side.

"Oi. You Ok?"

the tourist popped in the door, ducking his head to avoid knocking his bigtexas hat off " you fellas got donuts in here?" he asked in a texan drawl, wen he saw the waitress on the floor he started scowling and helped her to her feet, " you fellas oughta be ashamed o' yer selves!"

"Err... yeah... yeah... I'm all right," Linda answered with a broken voice. "No problem."

She tried to get up.

"OUCH!"

She put her hand on her ankle.

"holy shit!" Aphetto yelled as about 2 or 3 cups of coffee went into his lap followed bya waitress.
Aphetto past the shock and burning on his shirt and a waitress landing in his lap. Helped the waitress stand up, "are you allright?" he asked. Linda looked a little faint probably exhausted, his mom had been a waitress and he knew from her how exhausting linda's ob could be.

"I terribly sorry," Kilburry said to Aphetto. "I'll pay for your clothes cleansing.... I... I"

And he went on and on, completly diregarding Linda.

You lost your job, girl.

Bob watched it with interest. Nobody seemed to happy... and he'd have to wait another year or so for his coffee.

John frowns.

What the hell is that asshole doing? She needs help!

Sighing, he stretches out his arm, offering to pull her to her feet. His words, as ever, are characteristically sparse.

"Here. Let me help you."

There still are some good people in the world, after all.

Aphetto at this point was pretty pissed of but was trying to remain cool.
"...dont ..worry about it.."Aphetto muttered as he bent over to help Linda to her feet.

Linda accepted every help available. She finally got up on her sole left foot, letting the right one hanging in the air. The ankle had doubled in volume it seemed and her face was so white it was actually difficult to spot her traits.

"Oh... My head... Oh my!"

Bob walks over.

"Here, i got some stuff against it."

Bob hands Linda some pills labeled Anti-Headache-And-Stuff-Like-That

Aphetto funbled in his trench coat for a moment as he removed a first aid kit and some aspirin. HE began to wrap Linda's ankle. "take these" he said as he handed her the aspirin. "you," apheeto said pointing at the manager "call some paramedics to help her to the hospital"

John smiles vaguely, somehow satisfied.

Looks like good old charity and solidarity aren't quite dead, yet.

Bob went back to his table and started reading the paper.

Kilburry obeyed mechanically. He picked up the phone and called for emergencies.

Linda looked at all the pills in her hand.

"I... Which ones should I take?... Oh... Thank you all. I... I'm so sorry."

She smiled and they all could see how beautiful she was when not under a daily pressure. Somehow, she was happy to have fallen. The ankle hurt that's for sure, but it was the first time in the last year that so many people were showing that much interest into her.

"Don't really take my pill unless it's the last medicine left on earth. I tried it once and was barfing for the rest of the day. Guess it's to much to ask the guys who make this stuff to give it a good taste. But...it's the effect which counts, i suppose." , Bob says. "Now am i getting my coffee or what?"

Aphetto smiled at the girl he couldnt remeber the last time hed helped someone. I mean he hasnt gone anywhere without a uzi in his coat or a knife strapped to his ankle for more than 7 years.
"the blue ones are stronger...prolly should only take two or three."Said Aphetto.

"Free coffee for everyone!" Kilburry said from behind the bar. "I'll get yourse immediatly," he added for Bob.

Linda looked deeply at Aphetto.

"I'll take one and see then," she said with an charming smile.

"Good" , he sayed as he moved back to his paper.

John takes a seat once again.

He nods at Kilburry. "Make it black. And thick enough to float a horseshoe, thanks."

Aphetto feeling Linda streing at him looked at her and smiled back not knowing what to do in the situation. Hed never socialized much and no women had ever looked at him like that before.

Walter stared at Bob while sitting back onto his chair.

What a moron.

Kilburry runned through the shop, bringing coffees to everyone. He was purposedly avoiding Linda.

Bob, although seemingly with both eyes at his newspaper, was observing the room. He saw Linda look at the man whose name he still didn't know.

Lucky bastard.

Aphetto feeling Linda streing at him looked at her and smiled back not knowing what to do in the situation. Hed never socialized much and no women had ever looked at him like that before.
Linda felt the discomfort in this man.

"I'm sorry," she said simply.

But she couldn't help to smile at him, completly unaware of Kilburry's attitude.

"for what?" aphetto said feeling like hed hurt the girls feelings "I never caught your name through all this."
Trying to break the ice that had developed from years of murder.

"Linda," she replied. "And you are?"

Kilburry grinned at them once he was back behind the bar. He interrupted their conversation:
"An ambulance should be here shortly."

Bob sipped his coffee, silently.

There's something weird about this guy.

"Gabriel Aphetto"APhetto said with smile "you can just call me Gabriel though."
Aphetto didnt typically talk much and small talk was beyond him but he tried anyways and said the first thing that popped into his head "what is a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

Aphetto...sounds familiar.

"Gabriel Aphetto"APhetto said with smile "you can just call me Gabriel though."
Aphetto didnt typically talk much and small talk was beyond him but he tried anyways and said the first thing that popped into his head "what is a girl like you doing in a place like this?"
Kilburry's eyes rolled. He was pressing an orange when the man's sentence came. He pressed it too hard and the fruit exploded into a dozen pieces.

"Shit," he muttered to himself.

Linda didn't know what to answer. She heard her boss cursing behind. With a little movement of the head, she tried to let Gabriel know she couldn't talk about it.

"Gab then," she said. "Gabriel... it's a very nice name."

Looks like the folks here clumsy. As my colleagues would say, i'd fit in here perfectly. Weird.

OOC: I would like to join.

IC:
Kara sat behind her solid redwood desk, tapping away at her "notebook".

OOC: It's okay as far as i'm concerned. What's yer job? Your char.'s , i mean. Just being curious (And, as a side effect, slightly annoying.)

Gabriel almost laughed as he saw the orange pieces fly into the air followed by the bosses cursing. He looked back to Linda. "It was given to me by the bishop in this city when he found me lying on the cathedrals steps." He was curious though why she didnt answer his question about her. "Allways said i was an angel (of death he thought to himself) but enough about me tell me something about you"

Bob heard it all and memorized it.

OOC:
Still debating.

IC:
Kara spun around on her chair, looking out the window. Children were at play off in the field, causing her to smile pleasently. She typed a code into her computer, which locked her "project". She closed the notebook and slid it into her messenger bag.

Kara slipped out of her private office, a cup of coffee seemed pleasing to her. Her high heeled shoes tapped off of the marble floor, as she walked down an empty corridor.

Opening the door, the bright sun blinded her eyes. She sheilded them as she headed for the newest cafe.

OOC: Right. When you come up with something, maybe you can tell it IC.

OOC:
I have some ideas, but I need to see how things go here before I make my decision.

IC:
Kara found a little cafe not too far from her office. She slipped into the cafe, her tight black short skirt clinging tighly to her thighs. She wore a fashionable business suit.

Taking a seat at the counter, she ordered a cafe latte.

Bob noticed Kara entering. Gosh. Must be a busy day today.

Aphetto looked over his shoulder and saw a young woman walk in and notice a strangely familiar man also turn and look at the newcomer.
APhetto looked back at the man feeling some sort of deja vu.

Bob noticed Aphetto was looking at him. Hey. Looks like...

It cant be....

OOC: They're not long-lost brothers, aren't they?

ooc: not sure i was taking your lead

OOC: Then they aren't.

IC: Yes, it's him.

ooc:ok ill just go with the flow
Aphetto reaches inot his pocket cocking his uzi. I cant remember perfectly who he is but just in case.

Kara sat for some time, sipping her latte silently, before she ordered a chocolate almond biscotti.

ooc: Feel free to do whatever thing as long as it doesn't involve BANG! BANG! BANG! "*Screams and dies*" :lol:

IC: Most suspicious... Bob thinks as he turns from his table.

ooc:allright :) looks like some people left though.
ic:Aphetto watched as the man turned away an felt his muscles relax. There was something odd about that man that he couldnt quite put his finger on.

Bob walks outside, into his car. There, he opens his bag.

It's indeed him...now what do next...

Kara finished her biscotti. Taking her latte and bag, she moved to a corner table and placed both on top. She pulled her notebook out and typed in a code that unlocked her work. She took a sip of her latte while starring at the screen.

APhetto watched as the man left and reached inside his trench coat removing his uzi from its holster. Something unsettling is going on and his killer sense wa going nuts telling him to slice the mans throat. But another side was saying to wait to see how things develop before acting. This may cost me he thought as he simply sat and waited his patience wearing thinner every moment.

Linda put her hand on Gabriel's shoulder.

"Is everything all right?"

At that exact moment, an ambulance stopped just in front of the shop.

Bob grabbed a cellphone and called.

"This is Operative 73 calling! I've tracked Aphetto! He's at a small coffeeshop, 341 Max Barry Avenue (ooc: :lol: ) ! Some other people in there! Send reinforcements but proceed with caution! Over! *KGGGK*"

He put his cellphone back in the bag and grabs his Beretta. He hides it under his coat but keeps his hand on it, ready to use it.

He noticed the Ambulance arriving.

Damn, let's hope they'll be finished before the squad arrives. Otherwise...

Kara looked up, a man catching her notice. She slowly sipped her latte, drawing in a long breathe of air, as she peeped over the rim of her mug. Her piercing black eyes beamed at this man, her medium length dark brown to black hair fell over her shoulders.

Bumpity bump

Kara sets down the mug gently and begins to slowly tap away at the keys. She types in something new and a large picture of a White Siberian Tiger appears on her screen.

Bumpy!

OOC: Underaloz, why don't you post?

some random dude who never speaks or whose name is never mentioned goes on a killing spree

sound familar? :twisted:

OOC: Underaloz, why don't you post?
(ooc: well Linda is on hold... oh well)

Walter sensed some kind of tension in the coffee shop. He didn't feel comfortable... at all. He heard a siren, but it was an ambulance. Why was he expecting the police?

He looked around and spotted a woman toying with a notebook.

Slave to technology, he thought. Good looking slave anyway.

2 nurses rushed out of the ambulance. They looked around.

"I'll go check inside, open the back," the older one told to the other.

The young one opened the door. He gave a quick look at Bob and smiled at him miserably.

Jeez! That guy seems tensed.

He could hear squads approaching in the distance. Crap.

(ooc: I'm afraid we can't go any further without Hei An :/ )

the man in a black jacket got a hold of n00ks and launches 77489793575t5487234 at all countries

:lol:

OOC: jeez im bored

OOC: Yeah, but he logged off. I'm observing. For now, just bump the thread now and then.

OOC: jeez im bored
OOC: jeez youre annoying

the man in a black jacket got a hold of n00ks and launches 77489793575t5487234 at all countries

:lol:

OOC: jeez im bored

A refrigator falls out of a window and kills him. A can of beer falls out and explodes.

OOC:
I will post something dragging to show that I am still here.

IC:
Kara continues type away, taking glances at the people every now and then.

OOC: OMG! Wow, this rp really wasn't going anywhere when I left it, and when I came back this morning...holy...nice to see you all got in. As I said, for those of you who asked if you could join, this is an OPEN rp, so sure, your in, as for my charactor, just say he wen't outside just before the waitress fell...
IC:
Matthew Duran was walking outside the shop when he saw the lady fall...he would have gone back in to help her, but it looked like there were enough people there already, and it looked like the owner was already calling 911.

He got into his car, and was starting to drive away when two things happened. First, he saw one of the men reach inside his coat, and another into his pocket. And while Duran could be wrong, it looked like both had a gun. At that point, he started to pull over, thinking he would check it out.

Then a call came over his radio, saying that backup had been requested at the Strendum Cafe...looking up, he saw that was the cafe that the two men were in...and that's when it hit him what was happening. He slammed the break and jumped out of the car as soon as it stopped. Pulling his gun and badge (he was a Detective with the Liberty City Police Department) he ran to the door, busting through.

He didn't know or care who anyone was, so he simply ran in, pointed his gun with one hand while holding a badge with the other, and yelled "POLICE OFFICER, NO ONE MOVE!".

John Smith glances balefully at the policeman. He'd had a few run ins with the law before, and resented the very existence of cops.

Great, a pig is here. Shouldn't the piggy be having donuts and coffee and lazing around on his fat ass?

Even as Lt. Matthew Duran of the LCPD held his gun out, he felt a hunger pain. Damn he wished he had had a bigger breakfast of donuts and cofee today...
"You heard me, no one move....hands in the air, everyone.."

Giving an exaggerated sigh, John slowly puts his hands in the air with a comically dejected look on his face.

"Alright...show me some ID, buddy...and slowly" he says to John, keeping his gun at ready.

OOC: Er...your charactor is a??? plz explain wit ID if possible.

[ooc: He owns a small bookstore in the seedier part of town, specializing in the esoteric - obscure occult texts and strange philosophical treatsies occupy the same shelf.

He hates the cops because they destroyed one of his more valuable books during a drug raid based on faulty intelligence from an informant with a grudge against John. That was several years ago, and he was charged with assault on an officer.

A few cases of alleged assault some time ago, one of which came through with a guilty verdict. He's done his time.]

He sighs again.

"Shouldn't you be paying attention to the guys that have guns? I don't know, just a suggestion."

He carefully retrieves his drivers' licence from a pocket on his jacket, displaying the small photo on it. He's got long, greasy dark brown hair to his shoulders and a scraggly beard, a narrow, bookish face, green eyes and thin wire glasses.

"There. John Smith, bookstore owner. Done my time."

Aphetto listens to the cops typical "put your hands up....etc" and whips out his uzi.
"Put YOUR hands up," Aphetto snarls "drop your weapon and put your hands on your head"
ooc:im really sorry about my dissapearance. I had to hit the sack because im currently in Shanghai, CHina and had school the next morning.

John sighs mentally.

And all I wanted was my coffee.

Duran swore. "Alright buddy, just don't shoot..." just what he needed. It had been an unevenfull week, and now he was getting involved in what could turn out to be a hostage situation....not what he needed. "Why don't you put your gun down? You can here my backup coming as well as I can..."

James Saphiro was the first backup cop on the scene. As he pulled up, he could see a cop and some guy with an Uzi facing off. "ah, damn." James walks in and points his pistol at the crook. "Alright pal, you're going nowhere. Why don't you just put the gun down and give up." James moves away from Duran, making sure the punk can't get them both at the same time if he fires.

Bob ran in, pistol in hand. "That's three. Guess you gotta surrender."

I knew this would happen somebody tipped them to me being here. APhetto pulled ou tthe scond uzi and aimed it at the new cop. THese idiotst dont know when to quit.
"how about thist you call of the backup or i spread you, your friend and assorted poeple in this place across the floor" snarls Aphetto "you're way out of your league"
APhetto remebered worse situations allways with cops. Damn dumb pigs didnt know when to quit while the going was good.

"threes better"APhetto smiles.

"Even if you kill two of us the third still can get you!" , Bob yells.

"Get outta here!" , he calls to the other people.

APhetto drooped the uzis. "I surrender"

"Throw it all down! ALL OF IT!"

Aphetto throws his trenchoat on the floor. "thats all of it"

Bob quickly grabs it all, keeping his pistol ready.

Aphetto drops to his knees. "now you can arrest me if you want"

"Your under arrest" Aphetto is taken to the police station.

In the police car. Aphetto witdraws the pin hidden in his palm and unlocks his Hand cuffs. WHy do cops allways think they have the upper hand. He pulls out his chewing gum and sticks it to the door lock edging to the far side. A small whump issues as the door is "unlocked". Aphetto removes the sole of his shoe and takes out a hidden silenced pistol.
Now to escape Aphetto thinks to himself.

I thought i heard something...

Aphetto walked to the door from the cells to the guard room. Peering throught the window he saw it looked empty so opened the door and walked through seeing a hallway at the end of the room. Before conitnuing though he bagan a search through the desk in the room. He removed a set of car keys.
Now to leave aphetto thought taking a right turn in the hall following a sign labeled exit.
ooc:im sorry but i got to hit the sack so i can wake up tomm,orow for school. Gnight Soviet.

OOC: Okay, seeya.

Well, looks like I won't be coming back here for coffee anymore.

Waving a genial farewell to the proprietor of the establishment, he wanders off in the general direction of his bookstore. Along the way, he... acquires a half-eaten cheeseburger for breakfast - it's still warm.

No sense letting it go to waste.

After a relaxing walk he finds himself at the graffiti-graced door of his bookstore, unlocking the formidable padlock and entering. A cheap tin bell tinkles as he enters.

OOC: Holy....well, we'll say my guy just arrested him and took him back to the precinct I guess....I got to watch this strip closer, every time I leave, big stuff happens.
IC:
After questioning the witneses at the small cafe, Duran headed back to the precinct, turning the gunman in to another couple of officers. After that, Duran went over to his computer, hoping to find that bookstore owner who had left the scene before Duran had gotten the chance to question him. He finally found the man's place of work, and started heading over. Upon getting there, he enters the store, walked up to the man, and asked "are you John (er...insert last name, I don't know it....but the cop would, from drivers license)?".

Putting a leatherbound copy of the Malleus Maleficarum back on it's shelf, he turns around to see the cop, eyes narrowed behind the steel-rimmed glasses.

"Yeah, that's me. Whatcha want?"

"I'm Detective Duran, LCPD. Were you at the Strendum cafe earlier today?" asked Duran.

Kara watched the cafe a sceen and smiled. She locked her notebook after they were arrested and the scene had died down. She slipped her notebook into her bag and left the half finished latte sitting there.

She left the cafe and wandered around the city for some time. Nothing exciting, after that little event. Her smile turned into a grin. Thoughts filled her head.

She went back to her office and sat upon her desk, the children in the field were no longer playing. A phone lay on the desk, black and fashionable. She gave it a look.

"I'm Detective Duran, LCPD. Were you at the Strendum cafe earlier today?" asked Duran.

He nods.

"That's right."

At this point, his cat, Astel, chooses to make its appearance. A muscular, scarred tabby with one and a half ears, it twines itself around John's leg.

"Alright, would you be willing to answer some questions in relation to what happened there?" asked Duran.

OOC:
Someone fill me in on what happened with the whole cafe situation. I got lost trying to read it. Thank you.

John nods. "Certainly. What do you wish to know?"

[ooc: If I recall correctly the bloke with the Uzi is in the squad car, and I buggered off to my bookshop.]

"Well, two things. First, would you be willing to testify in court? And besides that, would you mind telling me exactly what happened, from what you remember?" asked Duran

OOC: Alright, this is already dead. I originally made it in hopes of having maybe a not-all violent rp, but that failed. Even in the nationstates forum. Oh well. Mods, it looks like you can delete yet another of my topics :(