Gang Wars

[Curt-Man]

Gang Wars, straight forward, but these are like 1980-90s gangs (like the warriors, if you've seen it, or y'know whenever that took place ), none of this gansta' g unit crapola.

 

This is a very open RPG, create your own story, gang, char and stuff liek that. You can choose to be the leader of a gang, or join someone elses.

 

Gang Name:

Gang Outfit: (if any)

Char Name:

Position in Gang:

Age:

Appearance:

Equipment:

Rival Gang: (optional)

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Gang Name: White Strikers

Gang Outfit: Pure white suits

Char Name: Johnny 'The Eagle' Dillan

Position in Gang: Leader

Age: 32

Appearance: Cold hard look in his face, very rugged, 6'2, 195 lbs.

Equipment: Brass Knuckles, Six Shooter in shoulder holster(rarely used)

Rival Gang(Optional) : Black Destroyers

 

I'll wait till others join.

[Writer]

Gang Name: N/A

Gang Outfit: N/A

Char Name: Megan 'Meg' Bryant

Position in Gang: Freelance for highest bidder

Age: 29

Appearance: chin length dark brown hair, brown eyes, 5' 6" tall, 127 pounds. Wears mostly black... occasionally mixes in a little color to the outfit, typically covered by long, dark, trenchcoat. Slim and strong.

Equipment: one shotgun, one somewhat 'tinkered with' revolver

Rival Gang: N/A

 

Small bit of info: Meg has worked with the White Strikers before, though she never adopted their outfit when she did. She has never worked with the Black Destroyers, though they have approached her about it. "You're too slimy," she tells their leader. "Clean up or clear out." By this, she means he and his gang stoop below what little measure of conscience she has.

[Curt-Man]

((heh, i totally forgot to name my char))

 

Johnny sat at his desk playing around with his revolver. when a knock came at the door.

"Ya whaddya want?"

"Tony and Terrance are hurt real bad, they said it was the Destroyers."

"Damn!" John got up and went and opened the door and looked out over his gang hideout, in a warehouse. A big group surrouned the injured men.

"Sir, we can't let them get away with this." One yealled.

"I know, and we won't, gear up boys we're going on a little raid tonight." Johnny walked back into his office and picked up the phone, he dialed Meg's hiring number.

"I got a job if you're interested."

[Writer]

"You know what I like to hear," Meg said in a bored voice. "Job description and price."

 

Her voice seemed to betray a certain innocence that was common with youth, but if that innocence ever existed in her, it was long gone now,

[Black Knight of Keno]

Gang Name: Cerberus

Gang Outfit: No official outfit

Char Name: Thomas "Ice-eye" MacCormack

Position in Gang: Leader of this city's branch

Age: 29

Appearance: Dressed usually in a sleek suit and a trench coat, he is about 5' 8" in height. His shoes are made of leather and always shine, no matter what situation. His eyes are blue(Hence the nickname), hair is black and his skin is slightly tanned.

Equipment: Two revolvers, knife

Rival Gang: Russian mob

[Curt-Man]

"Heh, you sound bored. Well Ive got a demolition job, the destroyers think they can mess with us, so we're gunna blow up thier pride and joy. Price, the usual, but to refresh you're memory thats $5500."

[Writer]

"I am bored," Meg shot back. "You haven't had a job for me in a month... and all this while, the Destroyers have been breathing down my back to turn on you... now I know I'm freelancing for the highest bidder, but the Destroyers are sleazy, even for my tastes."

 

She sighed. "But you've heard all this and therefore aren't likely to care about hearing it again." A moment of silence. "I'll come to see you. We'll go over plans and details... you know, the usual."

 

She dropped the phone back on its cradle, charactaristically cutting the call short before any closing statements could be made, and leaned back in her chair. A sigh escaped her before she stood slowly and gathered her weapons and trenchcoat and made for the door.

[Curt-Man]

John recieved the cut off as usual, and he went over to his gear closet. He opened it and took out his normal fight gear, and loaded up on ammo. Then he waited for Meg.

[Writer]

An hour later, Meg reached the abandoned building the White Strikers used as their base. She was escorted in and sat down in the nearest chair, just like always. Here, she would wait for John to enter the same room. She took note that the Strikers had done a little work on the building... it didn't look quite so old as it had the month before. Other than that, she could see no other differences.

[Black Knight of Keno]

On the roof of a nearby building, two men in Black Destroyer outfits watched the building where the White Strikers did some of their business. The other man took his primitive looking radio and picked the phone up. "She's inside" he said as the other one watched the place with his binoculars. A rifle and a machine gun were on the roof of the building with the menand the rifle had a scope ontop of it.

 

Thomas sat on his chair at his own office in a downtown hideout as the radiocalled out. He grinned and picked the phone. "As soon as she comes out, get her" he said before changing frequency and continued to another group he had in the russian district. "Team Bravo is ready. Get yourself ready" he said

 

It started happening near the Russian warehouses as a group of twenty or so men started to take places on rooftops and alleyways, ready to storm the warehouse

 

On the rooftop near the White strikers, the other man with the binoculars continued to look about as the man with the radio took the rifle ready and loaded it quietly. He got ready to shoot throught the glass on the very top of the wall as soon as he would get a proper view of Meg

[Curt-Man]

John entered the room flustered. "First thing, get out of the building, my men are already evacuating, snipers are everywhere, I don't know how they found us, maybe it was you, but maybe not because as you say, you're invisible. Anyway, Follow me." John exited to the room to see the strikers entering hatches in the floor to go underground to get out.

[Writer]

"I never said I was invisible," Meg chuckled, rising to follow him. "How many women with short brown hair walk around wearing a black trenchcoat?" She shook her head. "Think I should start hiring decoys?" She laughed at her own joke. "You're right though... it's not safe here."

 

With that, she dropped down through one of the trap doors the Strikers were leaving by.

[Black Knight of Keno]

The men started to side down pipes and ladders as fast as they coul after somone had noticed that their target was being evacuated. The warehouse doors were blown open and men dressed as destroyers came inside, opening fire on any strikers they could find. By the time they got past the first defences, Meg and John were already evacuating far from the action. But the man with the radio got in last and looked around as the men secured a small are between crates. He picked the radio and shook his head. "Boss, they evacuated before we got in"

 

Thomas shook his head as he heard this and picked the radio on his end. "Track... them... down. And remember that the destroyers did it. Nothing can lead back to me. Beause if you disappoint me and the strikers find out that I planned this attack, you WILL find yourself hanging above my hounds"e said an hen turned the radio off.

 

The man in the warehouse sighed and looked at the men around him. "Try to catch them. Take your rifles in case of a clear shot at them. If you can't find them all, catch one and torture him, then let him go to tell his boss it was the destoyers. And hurry up with it will ya'!" he said and the men around him headed for the evacuation tunnels, propably already cealed by the strikers when they get there

[Curt-Man]

The strikers tunnels lead all over the place, and anyone who didn't know where they were going would be lost in the tunnels forever. John led meg through the tunnels, they came out under a pier, John stepped out onto the sand and offered a hand to meg.

[Writer]

Meg smiled and thanked John for his hand. "Brilliant escape routes," she said, nodding her approval. "So where to next?"

[Curt-Man]

"Next hideout, msot strikers are already there on on thier way, c'mon follow me." John said as he ran along he beach under the docks.

[Writer]

Meg took her coat off and placed her shotgun inside it. "Here," she said, thrusting it at John. "If I take my coat off, I'll be less instantly recognizable. If you're carrying it, I'll be even less so."

[Black Knight of Keno]

The Cerberus' men didn't follow the strikers long into the tunnes, and got out as quickly as possible, knowing there might be traps around. The man with the radio contacted Thomas yet again and did not send happy news.

"Boss, they got away. We didn't catch anyone..."

 

Thomas shook his head and sighed. "Morons... I'm surrounded by morons. Spread the word that the destroyers did it, then. And my hounds are waiting for your return" he said and clicked the radio off. He walked out of the small room and looked at the man behind a desk next to the door. "Get the car ready. I'm leaving for the HQ" he said and walked into another room, picking his pistols and drew on his long jacket. Thomas then made way to the main door that led to the waiting car, which was a black Lincoln, to be exact. He would need to take care o this himself. The strikers and the destroyers had to be gotten into an open war. Their war would weaken some spots in the Yakutza and Russian areas and so it would be easier for the Cerberus to expand their influence into those areas

[Curt-Man]

"Right." John said, they got to another building, although you wouldn't know it even in broad daylight, this building was heavily guarded and armed, only used for emergencies. John got up to the gate.

"Turn away now." A voice said

"The chicken ate the feed bag." Jon recited

"C'mon in." John entered with Meg.

"Alright Meg, heres the jist of the operation, we are going to go blow up The Destroyers pride and joy...thier black limos, we know how to get to them and how to blow them up, so, we just needed someone sneaky, well someone other than me and my luietenant."

[Writer]

Megan Bryant chuckled and nodded. "Sounds a little risky, but still doable. Have you figured out how many they have or are they still keeping that number too secret for your informants?"

[Curt-Man]

"Anywhere from 10 to 20, don't worry, we got the explosives, we just need help from someone to plant all of them as fast as possible." Then under his breath he muttered "And you may have to seduce some guards..."

[Writer]

Though she understood what he'd muttered, Meg didn't even flinch. "That's nothing new. What are we using? To blow up the limos, I mean."

[Curt-Man]

John chuckled.

"Our own special brand, its pretty much C4 but less expensive, easier to make with almost the same effect."

[Writer]

"Nice," Meg said, nodding slowly. "Are you giving me extra this time, or do you trust me to do my job accurately?"

[jokemaster]

Gang Name: Green Slickers

Gang Outfit: Brown coats, green shirt, jeans and green bandannas

Char Name: Donnie 'Survivor' Orbach

Position in Gang: Final surviving member

Age: 30

Appearance: Tall, tanned, short black hair

Equipment: Twin modified revolvers, sawed-off shotgun, knife

Rival Gang: Everyone

Bio: The Green Slickers were allied with the White Strikers against the Black Destroyers until the Destroyers,a long with three other, smaller gangs, assaulted the Green Slickers and thee White Strikers ignored all pleas for help. Donnie survived, wiping out the smaller gangs and damaging the Destroyers in the process. He is now hunted by almost all the gangs in the city.

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Donnie surveyed the base from the rooftop. He saw John and Meg go in, and using a long-rage mic he heard the conversation. He cursed. He'd been planning to raid that base for extra supplies before destroying the limos himself. He's have to improvise then. He climbed down the fire exit and got into his car. He started it up and began driving.