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(OOC: Satchmo and Jimmy were introduced in this thread: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=382099)

The blaring, shrill squeal of sirens echoed across the courtyard, as floodlights flickered and flashed about, scanning the area, detecting nothing. Dread and alarm gripped the prison. Two notorious murderers, Satchmo and Jimmy, had escaped.

(More to come)

((AHAHA! *Dies*))

The battered, rusted pick-up truck sped down the highway in pursuit of hot chicks to abduct and banks to rob. Jimmy turned his head. "Aw, crap, Satchmo, 'em copper's're a-comin'!"

I need people to RP the cops, robbery victims, kidnapped girls, fellow crooks (friends and foes of Satchmo and Jimmy), etc.

(may I join?)

A man in clothing about ten siezes to big for him stepped out onto the road about 700 metres in the path of the truck, and stood there looking bored.

Numerous gold chains glinted on his neck, and his oversiezed pants hung precariously around his waist, just barely staying up, reavealing a good deal of the checkered boxer shorts he was wearting.

I need people to RP the cops, robbery victims, kidnapped girls, fellow crooks (friends and foes of Satchmo and Jimmy), etc.


I'd be glad to play some peoples if you like.

(may I join?)

A man in clothing about ten siezes to big for him stepped out onto the road about 700 metres in the path of the truck, and stood there looking bored.

Numerous gold chains glinted on his neck, and his oversiezed pants hung precariously around his waist, just barely staying up, reavealing a good deal of the checkered boxer shorts he was wearting.

(OOC: Everyone can join! :))

Officer Tamberlane had a few too many brews that evening.
"Dude, you want me to drive? These guys just killed ten people! If we don't catch them, the UN will have Roach-Buster's ass on a fucking stick!"
"No, no, shut the fuck up, I'm fine." Tamberlane put his foot all the way on the gas. As they were flying off the cliff, he was trying to recall if the curb was really that far right or if it really was all the way left as he thought. Or if it was so left that it was right,

(may I join?)

A man in clothing about ten siezes to big for him stepped out onto the road about 700 metres in the path of the truck, and stood there looking bored.

Numerous gold chains glinted on his neck, and his oversiezed pants hung precariously around his waist, just barely staying up, reavealing a good deal of the checkered boxer shorts he was wearting.

The truck skidded to a loud, screeching halt right in front of the man. "Who the hell're you, brudda?" Satchmo asked. "Get in, give us your money, take off your pants, and, uh...go home!"

Officer Tamberlane had a few too many brews that evening.
"Dude, you want me to drive? These guys just killed ten people! If we don't catch them, the UN will have Roach-Buster's ass on a fucking stick!"
"No, no, shut the fuck up, I'm fine." Tamberlane put his foot all the way on the gas. As they were flying off the cliff, he was trying to recall if the curb was really that far right or if it really was all the way left as he thought. Or if it was so left that it was right,

A tortoise crawled across the path. It looked up and saw a vehicle just about to tumble over the edge.

"Oh, shit," it said.

(sorry, wait, gimme a second longer to post. SOrry for the holdup.)

"Oh contraire, my good redneck friend."said the young man, smiling slyly as he pulled a 9mm pistol from his waistband and pointed it at the windsheild. He seemed to have some sort of strange accent, and he slurred his words together, and the two combined made him near incomprehensible."I think that YOU should hand ovah yo cash, and then hand ovah tha keys to your shity ass hick van here." he smiled, happy to be in control of the situation. Sudenly, the man's pant's fell around his ancles, causing him to trip, and the gun went off in his hands, sending a bullet through his and and richcheing off the pavement. The man clutched his hand and screamed in pain, and then, turning to the two drivers, he said frantically"Shit! Shit! My hand! You guys gotta get me to a hospital!"

(OOC: Everyone can join! :))


(Huzzah!)

"Oh contraire, my good redneck friend."said the young man, smiling slyly as he pulled a 9mm pistol from his waistband and pointed it at the windsheild. He seemed to have some sort of strange accent, and he slurred his words together, and the two combined made him near incomprehensible."I think that YOU should hand ovah yo cash, and then hand ovah tha keys to your shity ass hick van here." he smiled, happy to be in control of the situation. Sudenly, the man's pant's fell around his ancles, causing him to trip, and the gun went off in his hands, sending a bullet through his and and richcheing off the pavement. The man clutched his hand and screamed in pain, and then, turning to the two drivers, he said frantically"Shit! Shit! My hand! You guys gotta get me to a hospital!"

The two men grabbed the man by the ___ and dragged him into the truck. "Give us five roses, a nickel, and a pair of underpants if you want us to take you there," Satchmo said. "Plus, you gotta be part of our posse."

OOC: I'll be another police unit.

IC:

Officer Tenpenny and Officer Pulioski were cruising down a rural road near the prision when the call came in:

"All units, All units: APB for Satchmo and Jimmy, two 10-187 suspects who escaped from prision. Escaping in a rusty pickup truck."

Officer Tenpenny, driving, performed an immediate 180-turn, skidding all over the road, and speed off towards the last located location of the suspects with lights and sirens blaring. Pukioski hong out the window with a shotgun...

OOC: Remember they only know where they were traveling. They DO NOT know where they currently are.

"FINE! FINE!" yelled the man in desperation. "Just get me to the hospital!.....A cheap one"he added", unless healthcare around these parts is free."

"And I only have 3 roses and two sense on me at the moment, but I'll give you two pairs of underpants. Sound good? Oh, wait, DRIVE!" he said, seeing the sirens in the backround.

"FINE! FINE!" yelled the man in desperation. "Just get me to the hospital!.....A cheap one"he added", unless healthcare around these parts is free."

"And I only have 3 roses and two sense on me at the moment, but I'll give you two pairs of underpants. Sound good? Oh, wait, DRIVE!" he said, seeing the sirens in the backround.

"F*** you, lousy bum," Satchmo said. They drove off, leaving the man to his doom.

"Woah...I am SO wasted! Man, did they spike my beer or WHAT, Mr. Froggy?" Officer Tamberlane asked.
"I'm a FUCKING TORTISE! Now get this GODDAMMED CAR OFF OF ME!"

Lol, good job, guys! :D

(OOC: I have to go for the night. You guys can keep posting, though.)

Officer Pulioski was on the radio:

"Hey Tamberlane! How's it goin'?"

"Ack! No!" yelled the man. "I would have..." deciding that action speaks louder than words, he began firing at the rusted pick up truck. Satisfied after emptying the gun, he began again to inspect his hand,seemingly unware of the car coming up behind him.

"Purdy goo. Uhh...Officer Burchnett's dead and I have to get this car offa this frog-"
"I'M A TORTISE!"
"-Turkey, but other'nat I think I'll have 'em by 1934."
"Are you hammered?"
"Yes Ma'am."

Officer Pulioski said on the radio:

"GET YOUR F--KING CAR OUT OF THERE AND GET THOSE M---F---ERS!"

Suddenly Tenpenny had a Mista T style turn, sliding all the way across the road while powerslideing. They continued off after the last reported location.

As the car rapidly approached the man standing in the road, he picked up a rock. As the car came within several feet of him, breaking desperatly, he threw the rock threw the window and dived to the side of the road. The driver got out, horrified. He saw the man laying in the ditch, covered in blood(which he had applied to his shirt from the wound in his hand)

"For fuck's sake, you hit me!" screamed the ditch man

"Oh no!" croaked the driver, becoming white with fear.

"Can't you use your god given eyes, idiot!" continued the injured man

"Ohhh..."said the driver, looking as though he were about to faint.

"I'll sue your ass so bad...."continued the ditch man

"Oh, oh, no!!!!" said the driver, his fear mounting"N-N-N-NO!!!" said the man. "Don't, please, I, don't!" he said, opening his wallet and tossing 150$ in bills to the man in the ditch, and then running to his car and speeding off.

The man in the ditch smiled. What a haul! What luck! He couldn't believe that a guy was carrying 150$ in his wallet!

After bandaging his hand with part of an overlarge hooded sweatshirt, the man in the ditch started on his walk down the road, although at a painfully slow pace as result of his troublesome pants.

OOC:

The Great Sixth Reich will be providing FREE Cryonical Preservation of all dead people in this RP, thanks to our Cryonics Storefront! (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=363870&page=1&pp=15)

IC:

A small plane flies over to pickup Officer Burchnett and anybody else who dies in spirt of the holidays!

((Funny how two guys casue genocide and a tortise ends up cussing out a drunk police officer.))
"Hey, fuck you! I'm reporting you to my goddammed union!" Tamberlane shouted back. He fell out of the car and clumsily walked away.
"HEY YOU ASSHOLE GET BACK HERE AND GET THIS F*CKING CAR OFFA ME!" the tortise shouted.

"We got our own Mo----F---ing Union that your not in!"

Later he added, "OKKKKK! We'll pick your a-- up!"

The car did another 180-powerslide and burned-off towards the walking officer.

Hehehe, damn funny.

"I'm going to bite your fucking nutsoff you asshole!" the reptile shouted.
"Oh, that's it you asshole!" Timberlane shouted. He pulled out his gun and fired, but missed. Fourteen birds fell and he hit one guy.
The suspect.

IC:

"Timberlane! WHERE'S YOUR F--KING '20?"

OOC: Police slang for location.

Timberlane walked to the radio and responded,
"I'm by the damn TORTISE!" he screamed as the tortise chomped hit testicles off.

I post later

"The WHAT?!"