Nomaadia
25-03-2005, 05:37
((OOC:This is an rp that constitutes of a terrorist organization known as the
the X-Fold{The Ten Fold} and they have taken over an major business skyscraper in Nomaadia known as the Miroko Tech Building.))
Before the Takeover
Jose Gonzalez took out a fine cigar and bit the end piece off, and spit it on the ground. He promptly paced around the room like a proud cock. "Gentlemen, I call you here today to take the building," said the slickster,"now, can you do it?"
Jose tugged and repositioned his tie. The gentlemen were in a dim room, all black. A black marble table housed the hispanic men. They sat in large, intimidating executive leather chairs. The glib Gonzalez snapped his hand, and a puny soul of a man stood up and began to show maps of the building.
After the Takeover
The gentlemen from the table were now in sweaty tight sleevless shirts. They have been transformed from businessmen, to animals. They were weilding lethal weapons and smirking with themselves. The police at the heels of building, directing traffic, setting barriers and trying to make contact with the men who controlled the building. One of them said, "Look at them, we are the ultimate! Nobody can stop us!" He quickly produced a grenade it threw out the window. Another shoved a scared hostage to the ground with his boot.
the X-Fold{The Ten Fold} and they have taken over an major business skyscraper in Nomaadia known as the Miroko Tech Building.))
Before the Takeover
Jose Gonzalez took out a fine cigar and bit the end piece off, and spit it on the ground. He promptly paced around the room like a proud cock. "Gentlemen, I call you here today to take the building," said the slickster,"now, can you do it?"
Jose tugged and repositioned his tie. The gentlemen were in a dim room, all black. A black marble table housed the hispanic men. They sat in large, intimidating executive leather chairs. The glib Gonzalez snapped his hand, and a puny soul of a man stood up and began to show maps of the building.
After the Takeover
The gentlemen from the table were now in sweaty tight sleevless shirts. They have been transformed from businessmen, to animals. They were weilding lethal weapons and smirking with themselves. The police at the heels of building, directing traffic, setting barriers and trying to make contact with the men who controlled the building. One of them said, "Look at them, we are the ultimate! Nobody can stop us!" He quickly produced a grenade it threw out the window. Another shoved a scared hostage to the ground with his boot.