New GTA RPG

[Cobra5]

Well, me and cass and matt were talking... and we wanted to start a new GTARPG. Even if me and Matt are the only ones playing. Yeah, its kinda spur of the moment. Anything goes really, you can play if you want, you don't have to, and as long as you're cool and fair about it, you can do just about anything you want.

*Cobra wears his fanciest clothes (Actually, the only ones he has...) to the opening of Cass's new bar, even better then the last.*

*With the money from the last mission, getting back at the gang who trashed the old bar, Cass was able to upgrade to a whole new bar. Matt updated his gang, putting up a gas station and garage... an almost legal business.*

*Will bought a lot of bullets, and upgraded his gun. That's all he spends his money on, after all*

[Tassatul]

*Adam aka Tass's moneyflow has only increased since the previous mission, and he sits in Cass's new bar, happy that his contributions helped to reopen it, even though Cass often said she didnt want or need the extra help (which she did, in Tass's opinion). He even, unbeknownst to Cass, had some people hired to watch over the bar. It was his best place to get deals, after all. Today he is meeting with yet another new contact who'd like to purchase some new goodies*

"You know, of course, should you be caught using my merchand-"

"Yah, I know, you dont exist, I got them from some street dealer"

"Very well. 11:45, you know where to be"

[DOOFY]

*[glow=black,2,300]matt pulls out of onw of his gas stations in his old wrecker, with the money from the last mission he bought new tow trucks for hiw gang and opened up a few gas stations, none the less he decided to keep his old clunker of a tow truck, he just mad it faster, anyway he pulled out onto the road and headed for the new bar.[/glow]*

[Deimos]

*A taxi rolls into the outskirts of the commercial district of town...stepping out, was an ominous looking young man. He was of a decent height, asian appearance- at the most 21 or 22 years. He sported a tight black blazer that barely made it to his waistline, with cuffs kept in place by silver buttons. A plain white t-shirt was visible underneath, and his pants were black- almost appearing to meld with his worn black boots. Silver accents, including a few extra buttons and buckles on the shoes completed the ensemble. The young man’s face was topped by slightly disheveled, shoulder-length black hair that he kept loose. Stray bangs and a pair of circular sunglasses covered up his visage...all that was visible aside from his nose was a devious smile...After paying the cab driver, the man looked about his surroundings and then directed his gaze into the hear of the city. Just before he begins walking in, he pulls out a cellphone from inside his blazer and dials in a number*

... ... ... ... Billy, this is Taisho- I believe you’re still holding something of mine no?... ... good... ... ... ...i’m pickin’ it up in an hour

[Cobra5]

*A screech of tires and the sound of a loud motercycle engine outside alert everyone that Will is here. He dosn't park. Parking is for the weak.*

*He comes in and looks for his spot at the bar... but it's not there. The bar is so different. He just stands there...*

"Where do I sit...?"


(For those of you who weren't here for the original, or don't remember...

The city is named Willsville (;D)... a nest of the black market and criminal underworld. The major players are Tassatul's character, Adam, owner of a large portion of the black market. Cass's character is the owner of the 'bullet', a bar and a great place to learn the dirt of everyone and everything. Matt's the leader of a carjacking gang, the wreckers, who drive tow trucks around town, taking what they need. My character is a top-notch assasin, working for the higest bidder... but he's no plesure to work with- he thinks people... all of them... are stupid, worthless, and total wastes.

On the very north of the city, is DSi Labs, a research bulding that no-one seems to enter or leave, and have the cutting edges of every peice of technology- security, weapons, computers, medical, everything. Willsville is also on a military supply route, so convoys pass through now and then. There is a river through the city- the north side is small buildings, apartments, ghettos, run down portions... etc. The south portion is skyscrapers, upscale housing, and also the location of Titan, Inc... which is the front of the black market.

Another rule, characters never have to die. Even if you are burned to ashes, chopped in half, shot to peices, melted in acid, and decapitated, you can miracualously come back to life at the hospital, if you wish. Of course, if you want to die, or recieve some permanent injury, your choice. Th reason we say this is people often fight eachother in this city... as in player vs player... and those conflicts can get dirty. Matt and Heather were in a war before, for example, but Heather lost miserably.

The only rule is this: Be a cool roleplayer, and you'll do allright.)

[palla]

*Strolling down the sidewalk, Jessie stuffs her hands in her pockets and looks about. After the last mission, life calmed down considerably. She sold Motor Arts and moved into a new apartment near the river. Her cars were also sold and the profits went to her former workers. These days, they were all comfy in new jobs. Jessie...she was jobless and damn near broke.*

*Looking up, she noted Will entering a bar. Shrugging, she followed him in, even if she wouldn't be able to afford any food. *

[copyKatt]

"Where do you sit? well i dunno pick a spot. its not that hard... hehe, welcome to the new bar, Will ;D. what do you think? Its a nice improvement from the old one, i like it alot anyway.''

*Cass leaned against the bar in the same casual manner as she always has, and looked around the bar. Shes still getting used to having a bar again, it has been a while. The place is alot nicer, becuase she really didnt have many money resritictions. between reward money from the last mission and the generous contributions from her friends, she had plenty.*

*most of the bar was done in hard wood, with with red trim. the bar stools were padded black, as were the booths. The doorway was accentuated with two small plants that Cass though were completey silly, but Val insisted they really "set a nice mood." Cass never watered them... she actully quite hated them*

*Val never forgot though. As a matter of fact, she was taking care of them that very moment... must've been what got Cass's mind wandering in that direction. Val was the cook of the place, and she was one of the only other employees of the Bullet. She took care of everything behind the scenes while Cass dealt with things up front. she was also handy to have around incase Cass needed to go anywhere*

"how about you just sit down and have a drink? first one's on the house. the regular?''

[Cobra5]

*He sits at a stool... and shifts uneasily repeadetly. He shifts again. And again. He tries a different chair but same deal.*

[palla]

"Nice plants..." she murmurs, trying to identify them, but giving up shortly. Chuckling slightly Will's chair problem, she herself slid into one of the booths at the back, reading the menu*

((are the menus already on the table or do we have to be "served"? just thought I'd check.))

[Cobra5]

Thinking to self:What does she think shes laughing at? Probably me. She must be so jealous. I am the only one who knows what he's doing, after all... all these stupid people... they hate anything better then themselves.

Stupid, stupid people. Man, whatever happened to that job to kill her? I know someone hired me to do it. Then the bastard hires me to bust up this bar, and Kill mat and my other fri-

*He slams his fist on the table* "Damn them all!! Who do they think they are calling themselves my 'friends'!?"

*It's normal for Will to just burst out incoherently yelling for no outwardly apperent reason. People who know him just ignore it by now.*

[palla]

*Looking around for who the guy at bar is talking to, Jessie returns to studying her menu.*

Cheeseburger...yum...

[copyKatt]

((uh, yeah sure, menus are already on the table...))

"okay will, ill take that as a yes , heres a coke"

Today seems to be a pretty normal day, thats good... hopefully no more brawls or hits to ruin the bar... again

*Katt gives will his coke and goes around taking orders from booths. she winds up at jessie's table*

"hi there, our specials for today are... oh, hi jessie! i didnt recognize you for a minute. how do you like the new place?''

[Deimos]

meanwhile...
*Taisho had found his way to a small grungy barbershop about an hour after he had arrived. The place appeared as if it hadn’t been cleaned in years- there was dust everywhere you look, the mirrors broken, and chairs all over the place. Stepping in, Taisho walked to the back counter of the shop, which was as disheveled as everything else. There he spotted a picture on the wall- with two familiar figures on it...but jsut as he went to pick it up...a half way to drunk voice cracked through the shop.*

“Hey don’t touch nothin’ jacka-..........wait...Sho? Taisho, that you?” the man behind the voice was one of medium height, appears 50-ish, platinum blonde hair, and faded blue eyes smokin’ a thick cigar. He wore a brown overcoat looking like it came right out of an old western...

“...well, looky here...you haven’t changed at all- still alive eh Billy?” *Taisho then pulls out an angel pendant from under his shirt* "i'd say i've come to chat...but you know what i'm here for..." he says with a deadpan tone.

[palla]

"Hey, Katt!" Jessie smiles up at the bar owner. "Your new place looks amazing! Congrats on it...listen, I'm sorry 'bout everything that's gone on in the past. Truce?" *holds her hand up to shake* "Oh, and a cheeseburger would be good too."

[DOOFY]

*[glow=black,2,300]matt continues driving to bullit, finaly seeing it he hits the gas. the spedometer hits 90 and keeps going higher. he pulls up on the E- brake and slides the truck right into a parking place. he turns the ltruck off and gets out. he goes to head into the bullit when he notices a nice looking bike. normally he would take something that nice, but there was something about this bike that made him decide against taking it. he head inside and sat down at the bar.[/glow]*

i'll take a cherry pepsi.