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Job Wrecker (Wrecker)
The SuperHero RPG :: The Superhero RPG Universe aka Roleplay Section :: North America :: United States of America :: New York City, New York
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Job Wrecker (Wrecker)
"You're to protect my boys while they're eating at Momma's Pasta, capiche?" Said the fat Italian man, one of the pillars supporting the current leader of the mafia in New York.
"I got it. As long as I'm there, they'll be safe. Merissa said. "What can I expect for payment?"
"If nobody shows up, 50 bucks, and that's being gracious. If someone does show up and you end 'em, I'll make it 150."
"That's fine with me." Merissa said, walking past a large man standing to the side of the door.
After making it home, she changed her apparel from clothes that she wears in public to her mercenary outfit. She put her gun holster on her right leg and her sheathe for her machete on her back. She then put her black cloak on, covering both of them. She looked at the clock and saw that there were only 30 more minutes until the job begun. Knowing making it early always leaves a good impression, she made for the restaurant.
Merissa made it to the restaurant with plenty of time to spare. She took a chair from one of the few tables and positioned herself in the back of the restaurant, able to see everything that goes on in the front. If need be, she could easily shoot anyone that tried to harm her clients.
"I got it. As long as I'm there, they'll be safe. Merissa said. "What can I expect for payment?"
"If nobody shows up, 50 bucks, and that's being gracious. If someone does show up and you end 'em, I'll make it 150."
"That's fine with me." Merissa said, walking past a large man standing to the side of the door.
After making it home, she changed her apparel from clothes that she wears in public to her mercenary outfit. She put her gun holster on her right leg and her sheathe for her machete on her back. She then put her black cloak on, covering both of them. She looked at the clock and saw that there were only 30 more minutes until the job begun. Knowing making it early always leaves a good impression, she made for the restaurant.
Merissa made it to the restaurant with plenty of time to spare. She took a chair from one of the few tables and positioned herself in the back of the restaurant, able to see everything that goes on in the front. If need be, she could easily shoot anyone that tried to harm her clients.
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- The Blitz:
- The Schiz:
- Douglas Richardson soon to arrive!
- The Chick:
Chase Blackburn- Post Mate
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Quote : "What does freedom mean if I'm not free to be as twisted as I wanna be?" ~ Distubred
Warnings :
Number of posts : 124
Location : Ur mum
Humor : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SvbiGp_Evgo
Registration date : 2015-10-11
Re: Job Wrecker (Wrecker)
Wrecker had no idea what actually had gotten into him, but somehow he woke up and just decided: "I am going to start some shit with the mafia, after these seven bagels."
After finishing up brunch, the young man went to work disguising himself with various brushstrokes creating a design that he felt looked nice and did the job of switching from civilian to Wrecker mode. When it dried he took a look in the mirror and smiled.
Feeling bold he threw on his usual blue-collar business casual ensemble and made his way outside. Strictly speaking, he didn't have a single clue on where or how to find anyone even remotely connected with that kind of organization. Instead of going with trying to gather useful information, or attempting to follow any suspicious, he decides to try and follow the Mafia stereotypes he watched in a bunch of gang movies from the 70s.
Oddly enough, it worked. There he stood across the street from the nice Momma's Pasta restaurant. He always thought it was a nice place it it was very expensive for someone like him on a less than lucrative salary. Spotting the suspicious looking men to the east side of the restaurant. They certainly looked the types. The place didn't look very big it was decently busy. Better to get those innocent people out somehow. Those thugs are probably armed and wouldn't hesitate to open fire if need be.
Better get take care of their means of escape first. Climbing down and crossing into the alley, he found some oddly parked cars. Normally, you don't find uniform cars like this in alley behind highly rated Italian restaurants right?
Tightening his tie, he goes over the trunks and yanked them all open, breaking all the latches. A smirk formed on his face as he found a couple of weapons. These were the right cars. Taking pictures with his phone, he then proceeded to rip a single wheel off each car and breaking an axel. Then he tipped them on all against the alley wall.
"This is going to be fun." He walked into the back.
Ignoring the couple of weird looks from the staff, he went over to the fire alarms and pulled them all. The water system was set off in the whole resturant. Wrecker smiled and walked back into the alley and waited.
After finishing up brunch, the young man went to work disguising himself with various brushstrokes creating a design that he felt looked nice and did the job of switching from civilian to Wrecker mode. When it dried he took a look in the mirror and smiled.
Feeling bold he threw on his usual blue-collar business casual ensemble and made his way outside. Strictly speaking, he didn't have a single clue on where or how to find anyone even remotely connected with that kind of organization. Instead of going with trying to gather useful information, or attempting to follow any suspicious, he decides to try and follow the Mafia stereotypes he watched in a bunch of gang movies from the 70s.
Oddly enough, it worked. There he stood across the street from the nice Momma's Pasta restaurant. He always thought it was a nice place it it was very expensive for someone like him on a less than lucrative salary. Spotting the suspicious looking men to the east side of the restaurant. They certainly looked the types. The place didn't look very big it was decently busy. Better to get those innocent people out somehow. Those thugs are probably armed and wouldn't hesitate to open fire if need be.
Better get take care of their means of escape first. Climbing down and crossing into the alley, he found some oddly parked cars. Normally, you don't find uniform cars like this in alley behind highly rated Italian restaurants right?
Tightening his tie, he goes over the trunks and yanked them all open, breaking all the latches. A smirk formed on his face as he found a couple of weapons. These were the right cars. Taking pictures with his phone, he then proceeded to rip a single wheel off each car and breaking an axel. Then he tipped them on all against the alley wall.
"This is going to be fun." He walked into the back.
Ignoring the couple of weird looks from the staff, he went over to the fire alarms and pulled them all. The water system was set off in the whole resturant. Wrecker smiled and walked back into the alley and waited.
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"Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things that a man needs to believe in the most: that people are basically good; that honor, courage, and virtue mean everything; that power and money, money and power mean nothing; that good always triumphs over evil; that love, true love, never dies... No matter if they're true or not, a man should believe in those things because those are the things worth believing in." - Hub McCann Secondhand Lions
Cerulean- Post Mate
- Status :
Online Offline
Quote : "You just can't beat the person who never gives up." George Herman aka Babe Ruth
Warnings :
Number of posts : 107
Location : USA
Age : 33
Job : Graphic Design Intern
Humor : You aren't worth a fart in the wind. *Farts* I am more likely to hire that fart than you.
Registration date : 2015-10-20
Re: Job Wrecker (Wrecker)
It had been a painfully dull night. An hour had nearly gone by and nothing had occurred. Merissa was having trouble not drifting off to sleep when water started pouring down on her. She instinctively stood up. Looking around the restaurant, there didn't seem to be any smoke. While the few customers that were in there were running out, the boys she was supposed to be watching were hesitant on doing so until she had waved them away.
She walked into the kitchen. While several of the cooks and waiters were alarmed, not one of them seemed to be so towards anything in the kitchen. Seeing that a couple of them were looking towards the door into the alleyway, Merissa assumed whoever had done this went back there. What she was expecting was to see some skinny punk running off. What she did not expect was a guy in blue face paint that had presumably done it to still be standing there, behind him the torn apart cars that they used to get here. Damn, one of those was mine.
With her hand secured around the holster to her gun, ready to draw, Merissa asked "What are you here for?"
She walked into the kitchen. While several of the cooks and waiters were alarmed, not one of them seemed to be so towards anything in the kitchen. Seeing that a couple of them were looking towards the door into the alleyway, Merissa assumed whoever had done this went back there. What she was expecting was to see some skinny punk running off. What she did not expect was a guy in blue face paint that had presumably done it to still be standing there, behind him the torn apart cars that they used to get here. Damn, one of those was mine.
With her hand secured around the holster to her gun, ready to draw, Merissa asked "What are you here for?"
Darrek- Status :
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Quote : "Insert Quote from Character Here" or etc.
Warnings :
Number of posts : 3
Registration date : 2016-01-23
Re: Job Wrecker (Wrecker)
Before he even answered his blue eyes wondered down to the the hand on the weapon that would surely be used if felt the need to. Not that it mattered, but she was probably the one he would end up facing off with if the lead starts flying. Seemed that this woman was some kind of extra guard they hired because she definitely didn't look like one of the mob goons that followed her out. In fact, she looked like one his own. His own, meaning metahumans. He grew curious as to what he abilities might be, but now was not the time to be wondering.
"Oh nothing much really. I am a man of the community. Anything from helping out at the soup kitchen or clearing out giant worms. Today, however, I decided to give back. That is, to give back to you the fear and destruction you try to put on this city's shoulders. So I decided to hand craft, and I do mean HAND crafted, a scene of what could happen to you if you decide to keep going on this path."
Wrecker smiled and stopped leaning on the wall.
"Get it? I'll only extend this offer this particular group once. Either, you can stop constantly trying to harm people, running prostitution rings, reeking havoc, et cetera OR...I can make you."
"Oh nothing much really. I am a man of the community. Anything from helping out at the soup kitchen or clearing out giant worms. Today, however, I decided to give back. That is, to give back to you the fear and destruction you try to put on this city's shoulders. So I decided to hand craft, and I do mean HAND crafted, a scene of what could happen to you if you decide to keep going on this path."
Wrecker smiled and stopped leaning on the wall.
"Get it? I'll only extend this offer this particular group once. Either, you can stop constantly trying to harm people, running prostitution rings, reeking havoc, et cetera OR...I can make you."
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"Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things that a man needs to believe in the most: that people are basically good; that honor, courage, and virtue mean everything; that power and money, money and power mean nothing; that good always triumphs over evil; that love, true love, never dies... No matter if they're true or not, a man should believe in those things because those are the things worth believing in." - Hub McCann Secondhand Lions
Cerulean- Post Mate
- Status :
Online Offline
Quote : "You just can't beat the person who never gives up." George Herman aka Babe Ruth
Warnings :
Number of posts : 107
Location : USA
Age : 33
Job : Graphic Design Intern
Humor : You aren't worth a fart in the wind. *Farts* I am more likely to hire that fart than you.
Registration date : 2015-10-20
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