Post by Benry on Nov 12, 2007 17:30:04 GMT -5
OOC: This LOG is about my still not created character named Shogo Kawada Fritz which will take part in southern when Kbell gets over.(at least i hope so). I wanna get some background information on him and also trying out a new style of RPing. You can leave comments if you want and tell me what you think
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Damn it’s cold. I look at my hands, which even though were inside my pockets, are cold. They have taken a red color and someone could say they are frickin’ hot, but it’s the other way around. Anyway, that doesn’t matter. I’m not sitting in this car for two hours just to watch my hands get cold. Heh… if that was the case.
“I-I’m going to buy some coffee, you want some?”
“No thanks.” I coldly reply. I was in no mood to drink anything. “Though I could use a cigarette.” I say to Shinichi. Poor guy. Of all the people he could be partners with, he got to be stuck with me. He’s still a rookie in this job. The streets, you gotta know them before you even think of catching big shots drug-dealers. Talking about them…that’s what we are here for today. We are pretty close from the place the deal will take hold.
I hope he’s not covered with snow, like this poor car. The heating machine is not heating at all. Maybe it’s time to buy a new car. Though I gotta say, Shinichi is lucky. It’s his first week and he’s gonna catch a big-shot. Maybe he can become detective in a few years, just maybe. It’s his goal after all.
Me? No thanks. I prefer working on the streets. I’ve gotten to know them pretty well over the years. I know all the places and all the people. Sitting tight in a chair waiting for cases isn’t my thing. I prefer to be out, always on the move, always alert. Shinichi returns with a hot coffee bowl in one hand and a pack of cigarettes in the other.
I take them and get the lighter to smoke one. For an instant my hands become warm, but then, as I close the lighter, they return to their previous state. Ah, I really needed one. Already feeling better, with the smoke destroying my lungs, but still feeling better. If I don’t get killed first, these damn things are gonna take my life.
“Kawada-san I’ve been meaning to ask…”
I still don’t take my eyes off the bar, the deal is gonna take place. I know what’s all about and in fact I’ve been wondering why it took so long for him to ask. “So, like…you’re Japanese, right?” He asks with a not so sure voice.
“Huh?” I say as I raise an eyebrow. I love the part where I can mess with them. “Of course.” I say as I exhale the smoke. Windows are opened just a bit for the smoke to get out, even though it’s snowing. “Why are you asking this?”
“Well, you…”
“Don’t look Japanese?” I finish the sentence. He nods as he looks at the bar. Those guys aren’t there yet? “Long story…” I say not bothering to explain to him that my genuine American parents had moved to Japan when they married because they loved anime. Seriously, that’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard and when I was a kid I wondered why others laughed when I told them that. I always ended up beating them.
Finally the car arrives. The driver gets out and hurries to open the back door. A small looking guy with blonde hair gets out of it. So he’s the nephew of the infamous yakuza “Scarface” Hayabusa? Doesn’t look scary at all to me. He’s trying his best to not let the cold get to him though. He enters the bar almost as if he was running. Newbie. Doesn’t know how to deal with drugs. Probably his uncle send him to do the job for him.
“They’re here. Should we move out?”
“Not yet. Remember, we have infiltrated guys inside. When this guys gets to the back of the bar to make the deal, they’re gonna inform us. Till then…” I say looking and Shinichi, “Finish your coffee.” And it didn’t take long for the signal to be made. “Let’s go.” I say as I open the door. The metallic surface was cold but I wasn’t paying attention to it. I take out my smoke, fuckers didn’t give me time to finish it, and I throw it in the snow.
Then, almost instantly I take out my .44 Magnum, enough to blow someone’s brains out, even though I hoped I wouldn’t use it. We kick through the bar, waiting to see our guys and clients that didn’t know what was going on but what I saw left me completely unprepared. One of our guys was shot in the head and had covered the place with blood!
But how? We didn’t hear any sounds of shooting. Fuckers must have used a silencer, plus the loud music didn’t let us hear anything. My gun is directly pointed at the blonde guy who has taken a hostage, his knife directed at the woman’s throat that probably had come today just to have fun. She was crying while he was smiling.
Not good.
I analyze the situation quickly. We had two men inside. One is dead while the other… he’s wounded and will probably die too if we don’t act fast. Where’s his gun? Shit, by his side. I take a look at Shinichi. He is trembling, not good. There are two other guys with the blonde guy. Probably his bodyguards.
“Fucker, you thought you could fool me?” The blonde guy says mockingly. “You were leaked guys… and look at the consequences.” Leaked? But how and by who? This mission was top secret. Only five people knew about it. “That guy thought he could get a cut. Ahahah but we don’t deal with cops now do we.” The blonde guy said mockingly. The woman was still crying but I wasn’t paying attention to her. I was full of rage.
How could we have been so careless? We should have chosen carefully who to pick! A sweat dropped from my forehead even though it was freezing cold. What to do? What COULD we do? We had two guns aimed at us and a hostage situation. Fuck! Could it go worse? “Drop you guns!” The blonde guy commands. “Now.” He says in a firm voice. “Or the woman gets it.” He laughs as he says this.
Fucking bastard you’re enjoying this? Laugh while you still have time. You won’t be laughing when I put a bullet through your forehead and your brain will be scattered all over the place. Shinichi looks at me unsure of what to do. I nod. There’s no choice. It’s time for plan B. What’s plan B you ask? I still gotta make it…I carefully bow down, with my gun on my left hand and so does Shinichi. I look at him in the eyes as the blonde guy asks for the guns to be thrown at his feet. Hope you understand what I’m about to do next kid.
In almost an instant, I get up and throw my right hand at the palm of the bodyguard. Success! His gun is slammed into the wall. Then I try to jump at him but I hear a shot, and the next moment I feel pain in my left leg. Not fast enough kid! They got me. The fucking got me! I think as I’m about to fall. No! I throw my hand at the guys’ neck who is still shocked of what is happening however he seemed to recover as soon as he felt my hand on his neck.
His huge body eases the pain and I manage to stay up. I could hear screams and some more shots, hope you’re alright kid! But I didn’t have time to think of Shinichi. The guy was preparing to throw a punch at me, seeing as I threw his weapon away. Endure it! I say as I grit my teeth preparing for the blow. As it meets my face, I feel pain and some of my teeth shatter. Fucker has a strong punch but I’ve gotten used to those.
I push his head closer to my face and with my head I hit him in the nose. I can hear a crack, sound. His nose is broken. Using his body I push myself to the right, leg hurting like hell and I fall down to the wounded guy. Funny how he who had leaked us would end up saving my life. His gun is just centimeters away. I grab it as I point it at the guy who I was struggling with. Not good! It seemed as he had gotten his before I had gotten mine and he shots before me. Missed! Broken nose must have blurred his vision as his shot came off just a few centimeters away from my head.
Now it’s my turn. I press the trigger. Bulls eye! I hit him in the forehead as he falls down. I look at Shinichi. It seems like he has managed to win his struggle too and is fighting with the blonde guy. The woman he was holding hostage…dead! Fuck! I try to get up but my leg won’t let me. However I didn’t need to. The police came from the door armed to the teeth. Probably someone from the customers had called it. Thank god!
Almost in an instant they separate the two guys who were struggling with the knife and they put handcuffs on the blonde guy. He was still struggling but it was futile. I let my head fall to the floor as I breathe heavily. I was alive even though I don’t know how, however the mission was a failure…
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Damn it’s cold. I look at my hands, which even though were inside my pockets, are cold. They have taken a red color and someone could say they are frickin’ hot, but it’s the other way around. Anyway, that doesn’t matter. I’m not sitting in this car for two hours just to watch my hands get cold. Heh… if that was the case.
“I-I’m going to buy some coffee, you want some?”
“No thanks.” I coldly reply. I was in no mood to drink anything. “Though I could use a cigarette.” I say to Shinichi. Poor guy. Of all the people he could be partners with, he got to be stuck with me. He’s still a rookie in this job. The streets, you gotta know them before you even think of catching big shots drug-dealers. Talking about them…that’s what we are here for today. We are pretty close from the place the deal will take hold.
I hope he’s not covered with snow, like this poor car. The heating machine is not heating at all. Maybe it’s time to buy a new car. Though I gotta say, Shinichi is lucky. It’s his first week and he’s gonna catch a big-shot. Maybe he can become detective in a few years, just maybe. It’s his goal after all.
Me? No thanks. I prefer working on the streets. I’ve gotten to know them pretty well over the years. I know all the places and all the people. Sitting tight in a chair waiting for cases isn’t my thing. I prefer to be out, always on the move, always alert. Shinichi returns with a hot coffee bowl in one hand and a pack of cigarettes in the other.
I take them and get the lighter to smoke one. For an instant my hands become warm, but then, as I close the lighter, they return to their previous state. Ah, I really needed one. Already feeling better, with the smoke destroying my lungs, but still feeling better. If I don’t get killed first, these damn things are gonna take my life.
“Kawada-san I’ve been meaning to ask…”
I still don’t take my eyes off the bar, the deal is gonna take place. I know what’s all about and in fact I’ve been wondering why it took so long for him to ask. “So, like…you’re Japanese, right?” He asks with a not so sure voice.
“Huh?” I say as I raise an eyebrow. I love the part where I can mess with them. “Of course.” I say as I exhale the smoke. Windows are opened just a bit for the smoke to get out, even though it’s snowing. “Why are you asking this?”
“Well, you…”
“Don’t look Japanese?” I finish the sentence. He nods as he looks at the bar. Those guys aren’t there yet? “Long story…” I say not bothering to explain to him that my genuine American parents had moved to Japan when they married because they loved anime. Seriously, that’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard and when I was a kid I wondered why others laughed when I told them that. I always ended up beating them.
Finally the car arrives. The driver gets out and hurries to open the back door. A small looking guy with blonde hair gets out of it. So he’s the nephew of the infamous yakuza “Scarface” Hayabusa? Doesn’t look scary at all to me. He’s trying his best to not let the cold get to him though. He enters the bar almost as if he was running. Newbie. Doesn’t know how to deal with drugs. Probably his uncle send him to do the job for him.
“They’re here. Should we move out?”
“Not yet. Remember, we have infiltrated guys inside. When this guys gets to the back of the bar to make the deal, they’re gonna inform us. Till then…” I say looking and Shinichi, “Finish your coffee.” And it didn’t take long for the signal to be made. “Let’s go.” I say as I open the door. The metallic surface was cold but I wasn’t paying attention to it. I take out my smoke, fuckers didn’t give me time to finish it, and I throw it in the snow.
Then, almost instantly I take out my .44 Magnum, enough to blow someone’s brains out, even though I hoped I wouldn’t use it. We kick through the bar, waiting to see our guys and clients that didn’t know what was going on but what I saw left me completely unprepared. One of our guys was shot in the head and had covered the place with blood!
But how? We didn’t hear any sounds of shooting. Fuckers must have used a silencer, plus the loud music didn’t let us hear anything. My gun is directly pointed at the blonde guy who has taken a hostage, his knife directed at the woman’s throat that probably had come today just to have fun. She was crying while he was smiling.
Not good.
I analyze the situation quickly. We had two men inside. One is dead while the other… he’s wounded and will probably die too if we don’t act fast. Where’s his gun? Shit, by his side. I take a look at Shinichi. He is trembling, not good. There are two other guys with the blonde guy. Probably his bodyguards.
“Fucker, you thought you could fool me?” The blonde guy says mockingly. “You were leaked guys… and look at the consequences.” Leaked? But how and by who? This mission was top secret. Only five people knew about it. “That guy thought he could get a cut. Ahahah but we don’t deal with cops now do we.” The blonde guy said mockingly. The woman was still crying but I wasn’t paying attention to her. I was full of rage.
How could we have been so careless? We should have chosen carefully who to pick! A sweat dropped from my forehead even though it was freezing cold. What to do? What COULD we do? We had two guns aimed at us and a hostage situation. Fuck! Could it go worse? “Drop you guns!” The blonde guy commands. “Now.” He says in a firm voice. “Or the woman gets it.” He laughs as he says this.
Fucking bastard you’re enjoying this? Laugh while you still have time. You won’t be laughing when I put a bullet through your forehead and your brain will be scattered all over the place. Shinichi looks at me unsure of what to do. I nod. There’s no choice. It’s time for plan B. What’s plan B you ask? I still gotta make it…I carefully bow down, with my gun on my left hand and so does Shinichi. I look at him in the eyes as the blonde guy asks for the guns to be thrown at his feet. Hope you understand what I’m about to do next kid.
In almost an instant, I get up and throw my right hand at the palm of the bodyguard. Success! His gun is slammed into the wall. Then I try to jump at him but I hear a shot, and the next moment I feel pain in my left leg. Not fast enough kid! They got me. The fucking got me! I think as I’m about to fall. No! I throw my hand at the guys’ neck who is still shocked of what is happening however he seemed to recover as soon as he felt my hand on his neck.
His huge body eases the pain and I manage to stay up. I could hear screams and some more shots, hope you’re alright kid! But I didn’t have time to think of Shinichi. The guy was preparing to throw a punch at me, seeing as I threw his weapon away. Endure it! I say as I grit my teeth preparing for the blow. As it meets my face, I feel pain and some of my teeth shatter. Fucker has a strong punch but I’ve gotten used to those.
I push his head closer to my face and with my head I hit him in the nose. I can hear a crack, sound. His nose is broken. Using his body I push myself to the right, leg hurting like hell and I fall down to the wounded guy. Funny how he who had leaked us would end up saving my life. His gun is just centimeters away. I grab it as I point it at the guy who I was struggling with. Not good! It seemed as he had gotten his before I had gotten mine and he shots before me. Missed! Broken nose must have blurred his vision as his shot came off just a few centimeters away from my head.
Now it’s my turn. I press the trigger. Bulls eye! I hit him in the forehead as he falls down. I look at Shinichi. It seems like he has managed to win his struggle too and is fighting with the blonde guy. The woman he was holding hostage…dead! Fuck! I try to get up but my leg won’t let me. However I didn’t need to. The police came from the door armed to the teeth. Probably someone from the customers had called it. Thank god!
Almost in an instant they separate the two guys who were struggling with the knife and they put handcuffs on the blonde guy. He was still struggling but it was futile. I let my head fall to the floor as I breathe heavily. I was alive even though I don’t know how, however the mission was a failure…