Jamaica Reborn
11-10-2004, 23:59
Kingston, Jamaica
Thousands of mobbing men and women surround the Prime Minister's quarters in the political district of Kingston. Chaos takes over the streets as police are driven back by the overwhelming crowd, and forced up the steps of the lavish building where the Prime Minister hides. The angry citizens begin to pick up rocks and throw them at the building, breaking windows and shattering the broken glass inside. A man screams above the crowd, "Show yourself coward! Show yourself!", a wild chant comes as a result. "Show yourself! Show yourself! Show yourself!". Suddenly a sharp chatter of gunfire silences the crowd, it came from the back. Slowly the mob parts as three dark figures pass through them, making their way to the surrounded building. The police on the steps try to make them out, but it proves impossible to see them through the thick crowd. Finally, the mystery trio emerges, the first one to step up to the building is a tall man with thick dreadlocks. He wears dark sunglasses and an open black trenchcoat. Underneath the trenchcoat he wears a tight fitting black shirt which clings to his broad chest and abdomen muscles. He wears loose black pants around his waist, and a black belt around them which is topped off with a platinum buckle, the metal of the buckle has been crafted to say "SW", the SW is outlined with a thick layer of platinum forming a square.
Around his neck is yet another platinum item, a thick chain, from which a cross pendant hangs, it sparkles supremely in the morning sun. The tall man grips an MP5, both of his hands shine as well, as they are completely covered in platinum rings, each finger decorated with one ring. He wears black boots, and his loose fitting pants stack up on top of the laces. A lit cuban cigar hangs from his thick lips, and a thick black beard covers the bottom half of his face. He puffs on the cigar and emits smoke from his nose as he looks up at the police guarding the building. His face was very cut, with high cheekbones reminiscent of an african's, his skin tone was dark brown, similar to a hershey's bar. A very intimidating figure he was, with a 6'8 tall frame and rock hard muscles covering every inch of his body. Two more men step from the crowd, each 6'5 and each armed with AK-47s which are strapped around their wide shoulders. One man wears a rasta beanie atop his, which is decorated in the rasta colors, red, green and yellow. He too has a lit cuban cigar in his mouth, and dark sunglasses cover his face. He wears a white t-shir which hangs down below his jean pockets, nothing is on the shirt except a large picture of a cannibus leaf. He wears baggy bleached jeans, and all white reebok shoes. A chain hangs around his neck as well, much the same as the afore mentioned man, but with a cannibus leaf pendant instead of a cross. This mans thick lips were curled up into a mishcevious smile as he looked up at the frightened police officers. He tilted his head back and let out a crazy almost animal sounding laugh. His skin was very dark, about 3 tones darker than the apparent ring leader of the group.
The last man sported a huge afro that was neatly picked. Sideburns came down the side of his face and sprouted out into a traditional beard, which came out about an inch from his face. Sunglasses covered his eyes as well and he looked meanly up at the police force on the steps of the building. He wore no shirt, but made up for it with a very muscular body which almost matched that of the ring leader. Around his waste he wore blue denim shorts that sagged slightly revealing the black waistband of his boxers underneath. On his feet he wore light brown timberland boots with yellow laces. His skin tone was plain brown, slightly lighter than that of the ring leader.
After a small dramatic pause, the largest man of the group spoke up to the police officers guarding the building, "I have no doubt in me mind that you know who I am, but I'll state me name regardless. I am Swoonie Woo, and I've come ere' to take care of the fat, rich pig that you protect!"
The crowd went wild, but he raised one platinum decorated hand to silence them.
"Now, we can do dis' the hard way, or we can do it the easy way. You boys don't won no trouble now do you?"
The two men behind Swoonie gripped their AKs, not raising them, but showing the police they would if neccasary. The police had weapons as well, but they fired rubber bullets, which hurt, but didn't kill. The officers still stood their ground as they looked nervously around at each other, their blue uniforms sticking to them from prespiration.
"Ok, looks like I'm gon have to take you back to school, eh? I'm gon count to 5 and if you ain't down them steps by then, well we gon see some blood spill. Everybody with me!"
The crowd screamed, and Swoonie began to count, "1", 6 of the 20 officers rushed down the steps. "2" 5 more hurried down the steps. "3" all but one had come down at this point, he appeared to be the captain. "4", still no budge. "5, heh, I warned ya, now you feel me bullets bitch." Swoonie raised the MP5 and fired 10 shots into the remaining officer and laughed as his bloody, motionless body plummeted down the steep steps.
Swoonie raised his MP5 and swooped it forward in a charging motion, "Everyone to the building!". Swoonie and the other two men lead the thousands of citizens behind them into the Prime Ministers layer. Swoonie burst through the oak doors at the summit of the steps with one swift kick. The three men and their "army" completely devoured the building, beating government workers and secretarys, flipping over furniture, and throwing people out of windows. Swoonie and his partners rushed up the steps to the Prime Minister's office and bust through the locked wooden door. There they found Prime Minister William Fountain, cowering in fear behind his desk. Swoonie laughed at the site, this fat, bald man quivering in fear was one of the funnier things Swoonie had ever seen.
"Get ya fat arse up. Up I said! You got ham in ya ears you greasy chicken shit?"
Prime Minister Fountain slowly arose from the fetal position and turned to face Swoonie and his crew.
"For 15 years ya been screwin' da Jamaican people", Swoonie's thick Jamaican accent now became heavier as he grew angry. "Ya been takin' all da money, you and ya businesses got bigguh and bigguh while da people suffered. No more! No more of ya bullshit! It ends now, this is a new era, a new time! It's Jamaica Reborn!"
Swoonie raised the MP5 and blew William's face off, the force of the bullet pushed him back into the window that was behind him and sent him crashing down 3 stories below to the hot pavement. Later on the people took his body and hung it from a street light upside down, where they played pinata with it till his body had become to disfigured to recognize.
Swoonie, Slick C, and Silent Murphy emerged as the new leaders of Jamaica that day. A new nation was born.
OOC: I'll give more background on the characters later on, for right now its just an intro, please read this, it took a while to write.
Thousands of mobbing men and women surround the Prime Minister's quarters in the political district of Kingston. Chaos takes over the streets as police are driven back by the overwhelming crowd, and forced up the steps of the lavish building where the Prime Minister hides. The angry citizens begin to pick up rocks and throw them at the building, breaking windows and shattering the broken glass inside. A man screams above the crowd, "Show yourself coward! Show yourself!", a wild chant comes as a result. "Show yourself! Show yourself! Show yourself!". Suddenly a sharp chatter of gunfire silences the crowd, it came from the back. Slowly the mob parts as three dark figures pass through them, making their way to the surrounded building. The police on the steps try to make them out, but it proves impossible to see them through the thick crowd. Finally, the mystery trio emerges, the first one to step up to the building is a tall man with thick dreadlocks. He wears dark sunglasses and an open black trenchcoat. Underneath the trenchcoat he wears a tight fitting black shirt which clings to his broad chest and abdomen muscles. He wears loose black pants around his waist, and a black belt around them which is topped off with a platinum buckle, the metal of the buckle has been crafted to say "SW", the SW is outlined with a thick layer of platinum forming a square.
Around his neck is yet another platinum item, a thick chain, from which a cross pendant hangs, it sparkles supremely in the morning sun. The tall man grips an MP5, both of his hands shine as well, as they are completely covered in platinum rings, each finger decorated with one ring. He wears black boots, and his loose fitting pants stack up on top of the laces. A lit cuban cigar hangs from his thick lips, and a thick black beard covers the bottom half of his face. He puffs on the cigar and emits smoke from his nose as he looks up at the police guarding the building. His face was very cut, with high cheekbones reminiscent of an african's, his skin tone was dark brown, similar to a hershey's bar. A very intimidating figure he was, with a 6'8 tall frame and rock hard muscles covering every inch of his body. Two more men step from the crowd, each 6'5 and each armed with AK-47s which are strapped around their wide shoulders. One man wears a rasta beanie atop his, which is decorated in the rasta colors, red, green and yellow. He too has a lit cuban cigar in his mouth, and dark sunglasses cover his face. He wears a white t-shir which hangs down below his jean pockets, nothing is on the shirt except a large picture of a cannibus leaf. He wears baggy bleached jeans, and all white reebok shoes. A chain hangs around his neck as well, much the same as the afore mentioned man, but with a cannibus leaf pendant instead of a cross. This mans thick lips were curled up into a mishcevious smile as he looked up at the frightened police officers. He tilted his head back and let out a crazy almost animal sounding laugh. His skin was very dark, about 3 tones darker than the apparent ring leader of the group.
The last man sported a huge afro that was neatly picked. Sideburns came down the side of his face and sprouted out into a traditional beard, which came out about an inch from his face. Sunglasses covered his eyes as well and he looked meanly up at the police force on the steps of the building. He wore no shirt, but made up for it with a very muscular body which almost matched that of the ring leader. Around his waste he wore blue denim shorts that sagged slightly revealing the black waistband of his boxers underneath. On his feet he wore light brown timberland boots with yellow laces. His skin tone was plain brown, slightly lighter than that of the ring leader.
After a small dramatic pause, the largest man of the group spoke up to the police officers guarding the building, "I have no doubt in me mind that you know who I am, but I'll state me name regardless. I am Swoonie Woo, and I've come ere' to take care of the fat, rich pig that you protect!"
The crowd went wild, but he raised one platinum decorated hand to silence them.
"Now, we can do dis' the hard way, or we can do it the easy way. You boys don't won no trouble now do you?"
The two men behind Swoonie gripped their AKs, not raising them, but showing the police they would if neccasary. The police had weapons as well, but they fired rubber bullets, which hurt, but didn't kill. The officers still stood their ground as they looked nervously around at each other, their blue uniforms sticking to them from prespiration.
"Ok, looks like I'm gon have to take you back to school, eh? I'm gon count to 5 and if you ain't down them steps by then, well we gon see some blood spill. Everybody with me!"
The crowd screamed, and Swoonie began to count, "1", 6 of the 20 officers rushed down the steps. "2" 5 more hurried down the steps. "3" all but one had come down at this point, he appeared to be the captain. "4", still no budge. "5, heh, I warned ya, now you feel me bullets bitch." Swoonie raised the MP5 and fired 10 shots into the remaining officer and laughed as his bloody, motionless body plummeted down the steep steps.
Swoonie raised his MP5 and swooped it forward in a charging motion, "Everyone to the building!". Swoonie and the other two men lead the thousands of citizens behind them into the Prime Ministers layer. Swoonie burst through the oak doors at the summit of the steps with one swift kick. The three men and their "army" completely devoured the building, beating government workers and secretarys, flipping over furniture, and throwing people out of windows. Swoonie and his partners rushed up the steps to the Prime Minister's office and bust through the locked wooden door. There they found Prime Minister William Fountain, cowering in fear behind his desk. Swoonie laughed at the site, this fat, bald man quivering in fear was one of the funnier things Swoonie had ever seen.
"Get ya fat arse up. Up I said! You got ham in ya ears you greasy chicken shit?"
Prime Minister Fountain slowly arose from the fetal position and turned to face Swoonie and his crew.
"For 15 years ya been screwin' da Jamaican people", Swoonie's thick Jamaican accent now became heavier as he grew angry. "Ya been takin' all da money, you and ya businesses got bigguh and bigguh while da people suffered. No more! No more of ya bullshit! It ends now, this is a new era, a new time! It's Jamaica Reborn!"
Swoonie raised the MP5 and blew William's face off, the force of the bullet pushed him back into the window that was behind him and sent him crashing down 3 stories below to the hot pavement. Later on the people took his body and hung it from a street light upside down, where they played pinata with it till his body had become to disfigured to recognize.
Swoonie, Slick C, and Silent Murphy emerged as the new leaders of Jamaica that day. A new nation was born.
OOC: I'll give more background on the characters later on, for right now its just an intro, please read this, it took a while to write.