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If you like Pina Coladas...

Post by John Mercer » March 11th, 2016, 3:48 am

It had been a slow, boring trip of Chicago, persistently checking the wingmirrors for any following him. He'd left the earpiece in Chicago, he didnt want to be followed here. His new life was soon to begin. The Chevy Camaro slowed to a halt outside a block of apartments, and he drove it into the parking structure beside the building. It wasnt too fancy, it wasnt too cheap. Somewhere where a middle class bloke and his family would go to if they couldnt afford a house. The place was rented, though a two room apartment in Manhattan couldnt be too expensive (*Note: As an English person American house prices in general are unknown to me, therefore the editor can determine the price*).

He parked the car up, took out his keys and the briefcase in the back, and headed into the reception. It was a short conversation until he recieved his own key, and headed up to join his family in their room. It was on the seventh floor, Room 706. It had only been three flights of stairs before he ran into trouble, a dispute was happening in one of the halls, a lot of shouting and screaming. The easiest option was to head to floor seven and ignore it. But John never did take the easy option. He headed out into the hallway and looked on to an overweight middle-aged man banging on the door.

"CHRISTINE IF YOU DONT OPEN THIS DOOR YOU SLUT IL-"

"Walk away." John finished his sentence cooly, with the tone of voice he usually gave when 'on the job'. He had to remind himself he wasnt. He wasnt about that life anymore. This was going to be solved calmly and peacefully. No fighting was neccesary. Dont be an idiot Mercer, hes drunk and angry, theres no avoiding a fight. You just get to choose how many cavities he had left. And like every action movie ever, the inevitable happened. The man turned and swung a lazy heavy-handed punch towards John which was swiftly avoided by stepping to the mans side.

"I wouldnt-" Another lazy swing avoided. This time John grabbed the back of the wrist, and his other handed went to the back of his head, spinning with him and slamming his large nose into the wall with an echoing crack down the hall. The man dropped, holding his nose which dripped with blood onto the wooden floor of the hall. "Threaten 'Christine', threaten Anyone again...it'll be more than a nose." He turned, walking away to the stairs untill Two familiar faces stood shocked at the staircase. But this time unlike a movie they let him explain instead of jumping to conclusions about the situation as they walked up the stairs.

A new life hadnt started off well, and when he got to the room he found it was quite nice, a little old fashioned but nothing redecorating couldnt fix. A radio sat in the corner of the room, left on. "...Making love in the rain."

"You okay? That guy looked scary." There was genuine concern on her face, she never knew he could fight. All she saw was that he won, she had no idea how much by, or if John was injured underneath his white shirt and black trousers.

"Im okay Soph, he was drunk so he wasn't too good at hitting his target." He smiled reassuringly, he looked to Sarah playing with her dolls on the carpet. A new home.

How long was it though, before Sally sent an enforcer, or another hitman. Or maybe a new york gangster would come knocking on his door. Somehow John knew one of then was going to happen. The latter was more likely, it seemed everyone knew him nowadays. And what about Atticus? He gave him names and got 20 grand in return, that fire wasnt extinguished. Trouble was going to happen, he just wondered how long till it did.


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Re: If you like Pina Coladas...

Post by Exar Kun » March 12th, 2016, 8:54 pm

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Re: Another PC hit

Post by Boone Hogg » March 17th, 2016, 12:50 am

Finding Mercer wasn't hard - he'd rented an apartment in New York and a few minutes searching the Internet gave the four hitmen his location. It had taken a while though, and a little more than a couple of minutes - they had spent some time meeting with various reliable eyes and ears of the streets to try to find Mercer's location. But the ironic and sad fact was that it was a simple search on the Web that caught him.

"What a fuckin' idiot. Think we won't come after him just because he's changed city?" Ronnie said while sliding the mag into his Shipka.

John sat behind the wheel and Boone in the passenger seat.

"Are you ready?'" Boone asked the men while putting his leather gloves on - something the others had already done.

It was dark outside, a few minutes past three am. They had parked around the back of the building where the balconies faced the next one. It was a good thing that neither the balconies nor the windows were equipped with stairs but were instead separated by seven or eight meters of plain wall between them. To many action scenes had turned movies into shit by letting the victim flee down the stairs of their balconies.

"Ready."

"Let's go."

The men exited the vehicle. Boone, Barry and Ronnie walked around the building while John Bechum stayed with the car. As Mercer's apartment was on the seventh floor, a jump would kill him, but it was always good to keep one man ready on the outside if anything would go wrong. They all had their Shipkas under their jackets and coats along with their own personal handguns.

The reception was empty, probably due to the late hour. After all, this wasn't no hotel by merely yet another apartment building amongst many other neighboring ones.

Using the apartment list above the post boxes at the entrance Hogg verified that they had come to the right place.

'Apt. 706 - J. MERCER'

The stairs were calm. The silence together with an occasional snore made their theme as they made their way to Mercer's apartment. There were no elevator in the building so the three men had to walk, something they would've done anyway.

When they passed the third floor the three of them pulled their ski masks over their faces and pulled out their Shipkas. A few seconds later they got to the seventh and Barry "The Hound" Benson kicked the door in and the three stormed the apartment.

The Hound with the Shipka in his left and his Glock in his right pointed them both straight ahead. The door connected to the living room directly and the three men were quick but thorough in clearing the room. They had clear vision on all the doors in the small apartment. Ronnie moved along the right wall of the room and Hogg took the left. The place was almost empty of furniture and the absence of decorations and paintings on the blank walls was absolute.

The trio moved fast and got to the two bedrooms within seconds. Hogg noticed that on the right door a small light blue and pink horse was hanging from a string.

'Children?'

Hogg had never murdered a child - it just wasn't him. He was a killer and an enforcer but not a baby slayer.

Ronnie seemed to have noticed the small horse too and gave Hogg a quick look. Hogg nodded. Ronnie opened the door and found a little girl sitting in her bed, crying. When she saw the ski mask wearing intruder she started screaming in panic.

At the same time Hogg and Barry stormed the room where John and his wife were lying in their queen size bed. John was just about to get on his feet, it seemed, when Hogg and Barry pointed their submachine guns at him.

"Get back to bed, Mercer." Hogg said calmly, with the sound of the screaming child in the background. What seemed to be Mercer's wife hugged him and cried for the intruders to let her child go. Ronnie entered the room and let the child run to her mother. The whole little family was now sitting up, holding each other. A beautiful scene had it not been for the fear in their eyes. All three of the intruders pointed their Arsenal Shipkas at the family, Barry with an additional Glock.

"Who are you? What do you want? Please, don't hurt-..." The woman cried but was interrupted by Hogg's submachine gun who turned the family into Swiss cheese. He sprayed fifteen bullets or so into the adorable family and then walked up to Mercer and put two extra holes in his forehead.

The trio left the building with great haste and got into the organization's black BMW van and drove off. As they left the scene with Bechum behind the wheel, the three men took off their clothes and put them together in a plastic bag. From another bag they grabbed new clothes out and put them on. Everything was done with cherry country music playing on the radio.

They switched the van with Hogg's car at a secluded spot where they'd parked it a couple of hours earlier, away from any possible curious eyes and left the black van with the bag of clothes in it and jumped inside Hogg's car. Before they left they put a long piece of cloth hanging from the van's fuel hole. The car would explode within minutes.

Then they drove back to Chicago.

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- John Mercer and his wife and child DEAD
- The organization's black BMW van which explodes three minutes after Hogg and his crew has left it.
- Critique


Note:
- In this piece Mercer got stripped naked by his kidnapper and tied up inside a truck by the the one and same - The Mad Russian -, hence lost all that he had on himself (weapons, money and even... Clothes.)

- The grader stated clearly in that piece, when Mercer escaped, that Mercer had no gun (logically as he was stripped naked.) As he hadn't RP'd getting new guns it's safe to assume that he's still got no weapons on him.

- When he rented the apartment in NY he didn't RP renting it in an alias, only cash or any other name, so it's safe to draw the conclusion that he's rented it legally, in his own name. Therefore it is quite simple for anyone to track him down.

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Re: If you like Pina Coladas...

Post by John Mercer » March 17th, 2016, 6:05 pm

The footsteps echoed up the stairwell. John had been with Sophie, taking her into his room due to her fear over her new surroundings. The footsteps were with purpose and that sent a little fear through him. The footsteps became louder and John went into the bedroom, his daughter sleeping in her mothers bed. She was scared of her new surroundings and that was about to get worse. "Sweetheart, i need you to take Sophie and hide under the bed." He didnt leave room for her to ask why.

He came out of the room, the footsteps were louder still, and he went out into the hallway, locking the door and going to the door across the hall. He opened it slightly, kicked the door in and crept inside, closing the door quietly. He put his eye through the keyhole. Three men. Even with the element of surprise the other two may turn before hand. He had to act fast, how fast could he hit them?It'd take them little time to realise their friend was unconscious. He let the men approach his door and when one of them rose his leg, he reacted. He came out of the room quickly and quietly and got one of the men in a choke hold. The man let off a spray of rounds in panic, flying towards the back of one bloke before John grabbed his hand, and pressed his index finger to the trigger, directing his arm towards the final man standing to fill him with bullets. The gun clicked and the man struggled further, John returning his other arm to the chokehold to prevent the mans movement. When he stopped wiggling, he stopped tightening.

He left the man, Boone, he believed his name was, laying unconscious in the hall. It was a message.

He opened the door, glancing at the dead, before taking their weapons, coats and skimasks. Dressed up like on of the hitmen and held one of their shipkas, heading down the steps with the shipka under his coat. He arrived at the bottom of the steps and left the building. Ahead was a similarly dressed man, who spoke up. "Hey, Where are the others?" Mercers retort was quick, a spray of the shipka and glock into the man, swiss cheesing him and sending him into the van.

He called the police, using a payphone, reporting the scene how an anonymous attacker came in and shot four men and abducted John Mercer. He was going to keep his family safe no matter what. They were going to be put into witness protection, and this was the safest they were to be. He took the keys and began walking, he was going to rent a car and leave his current one, he was going into Chicago by taxi. He was getting revenge. You can try and kill a man, and he may forgive you. You try and kill his family, you better pray he kills you.
Requests:
-PC Boone Hogg unconscious
-PC Boone Hoggs crews equipment:
A Glock
A Shipka
A Skimask

(Edited to be gunless)
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Re: If you like Pina Coladas...

Post by Creepio » March 17th, 2016, 6:46 pm

Because in no circumstance am I going to allow this flagrant attempt to loophole the rules to stand:

The rules clearly state
You only have what is roleplayed as on your character, you cannot list items as ALWAYS ON ME or otherwise state that NPCs are always with you. This is just absurd, and if you walked around with a posse fully strapped at all times, you would be arrested. Especially in New York, where random stop and search is a thing. If someone is with you, then you must have mentioned them in a previous post; if you are leaving carrying a gun, mention leaving carrying a gun. We do not accept people with an entire arsenal listed as "always on me" so they can whip out an AK-47 from thin air. If you want to be strapped, remember to RP being strapped.
In neither your last post, nor your second to last post do you mention your guns or that they are in a briefcase. In your post that you arrived at Atticus' house, you mentioned that you picked up your gear when you went there. However, you never mention having a briefcase, suitcase, whatever. Likewise, in your last post arriving in New York you do not say anything about having a briefcase suitcase whatever with kevlar and guns your person. You also do not list in your inventory that they are stashed at any one particular location.

You do not have a gun.
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Re: If you like Pina Coladas...

Post by Creepio » March 17th, 2016, 8:56 pm

Cool.

Boone has 24 hours to counter.
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Re: If you like Pina Coladas...

Post by Boone Hogg » March 18th, 2016, 2:02 am

John Mercer wrote:The footsteps echoed up the stairwell. John had been with Sophie, taking her into his room due to her fear over her new surroundings. The footsteps were with purpose and that sent a little fear through him. The footsteps became louder and John went into the bedroom, his daughter sleeping in her mothers bed. She was scared of her new surroundings and that was about to get worse. "Sweetheart, i need you to take Sophie and hide under the bed." He didnt leave room for her to ask why.

He came out of the room, the footsteps were louder still, and he went out into the hallway, locking the door and going to the door across the hall. He opened it slightly, kicked the door in and crept inside, closing the door quietly. He put his eye through the keyhole. Three men. Even with the element of surprise the other two may turn before hand. He had to act fast, how fast could he hit them?It'd take them little time to realise their friend was unconscious. He let the men approach his door and when one of them rose his leg, he reacted. He came out of the room quickly and quietly and got one of the men in a choke hold. The man let off a spray of rounds in panic, flying towards the back of one bloke before John grabbed his hand, and pressed his index finger to the trigger, directing his arm towards the final man standing to fill him with bullets. The gun clicked and the man struggled further, John returning his other arm to the chokehold to prevent the mans movement. When he stopped wiggling, he stopped tightening.

He left the man, Boone, he believed his name was, laying unconscious in the hall. It was a message.

He opened the door, glancing at the dead, before taking their weapons, coats and skimasks. Dressed up like on of the hitmen and held one of their shipkas, heading down the steps with the shipka under his coat. He arrived at the bottom of the steps and left the building. Ahead was a similarly dressed man, who spoke up. "Hey, Where are the others?" Mercers retort was quick, a spray of the shipka and glock into the man, swiss cheesing him and sending him into the van.

He called the police, using a payphone, reporting the scene how an anonymous attacker came in and shot four men and abducted John Mercer. He was going to keep his family safe no matter what. They were going to be put into witness protection, and this was the safest they were to be. He took the keys and began walking, he was going to rent a car and leave his current one, he was going into Chicago by taxi. He was getting revenge. You can try and kill a man, and he may forgive you. You try and kill his family, you better pray he kills you.
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-PC Boone Hogg unconscious
-PC Boone Hoggs crews equipment:
A Glock
A Shipka
A Skimask

(Edited to be gunless)

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Re: If you like Pina Coladas...

Post by Boone Hogg » March 18th, 2016, 1:25 pm

Just as the three men were about to step their feet on the seventh floor they heard the sound of a bolt lock getting locked. The metallic thud echoed in the stairwell and the three men froze. Hogg leaned carefully around the corner with his foot on the last step and saw Mercer opening a door slightly before kicking it in. It was obvious that Mercer didn't know that he was being watched. Hogg nodded to the others.

A quick look on the numbers on every door - odds to the right land evens to the left - and Hogg drew the conclusion that the door Mercer had entered was the one opposite of 706. Mercer must've known somehow that they were coming for him... The sneaky bitch tried to ambush them?

Hogg led his troop, guns drawn and light steps, towards the end of the hall where the two doors faced each other. Assuming Mercer was armed he was careful to not step in front of the door, in case the deserter had a shotgun pointed at it. Instead he waved for his men to follow him, strafing with their backs along the wall, keeping themselves out of the peephole's range. When the trio reached the door, Hogg signaled to Barry to wait and then go around him and face the door. Barry nodded.

Hogg crouched down and placed his right hand gently on the door handle. Then he placed the nozzle of his Shipka on the door with his left hand. He took a deep breath and pulled the trigger, spraying bullets through the wood. Three seconds later he threw the door open and Barry jumped out in front of it with his own submachine gun facing the opening. During the millisecond it took for the signal to travel from his brain to his trigger finger he registered a man with a surprised look on his face and blood all over his cock, balls and stomache area, stumble backwards in the hall of the apartment. He must've stood watching through the peephole. He was lucky the residents of the apartment hadn't knocked him in the back of his head with a frying pan.

The bullet swarm collided with the stumbling Mercer's face, scattering his good looks all over the place. Bringing down with him in the fall a bowl of candy, a standing mirror and a beautiful Chinese hand made vase.

Usually Barry would go put two extra holes in his victim's forehead, but this guy didn't have any forehead left to penetrate. His brain had left it's host and we're now dripping from the wall on the other side of the hall.

Instead of putting two in Mercer's head, that reminded him of a bowl with salsa sauce, Barry headed for the stairs with Boone and Ronnie joining up behind him. They left in the van with Bechum behind the wheel, then set it on fire at a secluded place along with the clothes they'd been wearing, just as described previously, and let the fired Shipka sink to the bottom of a lake on their way out of town.

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Same as in my previous post AND...
- Deduction of one Arsenal Shipka machinegun.

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- "The footsteps echoed up the stairwell. John had been with Sophie, taking her into his room due to her fear over her new surroundings. The footsteps were with purpose and that sent a little fear through him. The footsteps became louder..."

Why would these footsteps be different from anyone else's? Does he kick the neighbour's door in every time someone walks up the stairs? Although I think it's very strange I chose to play ball and go with it.

- " He came out of the room quickly and quietly and got one of the men in a choke hold. The man let off a spray of rounds in panic"..."John returning his other arm to the chokehold to prevent the mans movement. When he stopped wiggling, he stopped tightening.

He left the man, Boone, he believed his name was, laying unconscious in the hall. It was a message."

Judging from the only info about Mercer's height and weight has - his avatar - he's nowhere near the size of the 230lbs heavy and 6'2 feet tall heavy weight bare knuckle boxer. If I see past the fact that the skinny Mercer tries to hold the mountain Hogg with one hand, I think the fact that Hogg has a history as a bare knuckle fighter, debt collector, hitman, hired muscle and bouncer wouldn't cause him to panic IF a light/medium weighter ever would actually grab him in what's supposed to be a one hand chokehold.

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Re: If you like Pina Coladas...

Post by Kingslayer » March 20th, 2016, 12:55 am

Okay, after reading this all over, I have to say....wow. I was all for Mercer up until he mentioned kicking open a door and then closing it quietly. I don't think movies accurately represent how loud kicking open a door is unless it's made of ribbon paper. That and, that alone, is the reason why I'm giving the hit to Boone Hogg. Deduct your shipka bro and put the hit behind you. RIP Mercer, you kept in it brother.
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