Post by greatmilenko on Apr 18, 2007 19:04:43 GMT -5
(I am still awaiting characters from Freemymind, Captaino and Magnetic. Plz send characters soon... ty)
A rainy night in the Penumbra District... even the grey skies can't de-illuminate the rich houses that line the roads... high class... those frag's have no idea how nice they have it... *gee* 3 unmarked Nightsky's sitting on the corner... Star's probably got the low-down on some wanna-be's hitting a house tonight...
Down the street the lights get a tad brighter... Ahhh- the Vascilli Gregori... the Mafs sure know how to make a building stand out... 2 obvious cybered men stand outside the front doors, can't figure out why they still insist on dressing like mobsters from the 1930's. The music is loud enough for a small frag grenade to go off outside and no-one in the building would know it... so they can't dress, but they can party.
As your vehicle comes to a stop in front of the building, a small elven man scurries up to the door and opens it for you. Valet parking... you don't see that in the sprawl... sure peeps are happy to move your car... but it's usually into some mechs apt for an overhaul.
When you approach the door, the cybered men hold you up for a second... "Just gotta check"[/i] one man says... Right inside the door is a weapons check-in booth... oh yeah, and the complimentary jackets you can wear here. And how cool is this... ork sized coats and troll sized ones. The energy in here is amazing, people dancing in every nook and cranny. As you merge on to the dance floor, a small oriental man comes and escorts you to the 2nd floor. When you reach the room and sit, he offers some soy tea and closes the door. The loud music can nearly be heard now. After the traditional 10 minute wait on the johnson, the back door opens and a human and an ork walk in, both wearing matching suits. When they flank either side of the door, a man walks in to the room. Although he is Mr. Johnson, you almost immediate recognize him from the pics on the trid. This is Antonio Hernandez Garci'a, son of one of the head hitters for the Mafia Casquillo. Although suspected he has killed many people, he always seems to dodge the bullet when it gets to court. Of course, some of the prosecuting DA's didn't dodge the bullets... literally.
Mr Johnson sits down at the far end of the table and the human pours him some soy tea. Johnson takes a sip and looks up slowly and calmly... "I see you had no trouble finding the place..."
A rainy night in the Penumbra District... even the grey skies can't de-illuminate the rich houses that line the roads... high class... those frag's have no idea how nice they have it... *gee* 3 unmarked Nightsky's sitting on the corner... Star's probably got the low-down on some wanna-be's hitting a house tonight...
Down the street the lights get a tad brighter... Ahhh- the Vascilli Gregori... the Mafs sure know how to make a building stand out... 2 obvious cybered men stand outside the front doors, can't figure out why they still insist on dressing like mobsters from the 1930's. The music is loud enough for a small frag grenade to go off outside and no-one in the building would know it... so they can't dress, but they can party.
As your vehicle comes to a stop in front of the building, a small elven man scurries up to the door and opens it for you. Valet parking... you don't see that in the sprawl... sure peeps are happy to move your car... but it's usually into some mechs apt for an overhaul.
When you approach the door, the cybered men hold you up for a second... "Just gotta check"[/i] one man says... Right inside the door is a weapons check-in booth... oh yeah, and the complimentary jackets you can wear here. And how cool is this... ork sized coats and troll sized ones. The energy in here is amazing, people dancing in every nook and cranny. As you merge on to the dance floor, a small oriental man comes and escorts you to the 2nd floor. When you reach the room and sit, he offers some soy tea and closes the door. The loud music can nearly be heard now. After the traditional 10 minute wait on the johnson, the back door opens and a human and an ork walk in, both wearing matching suits. When they flank either side of the door, a man walks in to the room. Although he is Mr. Johnson, you almost immediate recognize him from the pics on the trid. This is Antonio Hernandez Garci'a, son of one of the head hitters for the Mafia Casquillo. Although suspected he has killed many people, he always seems to dodge the bullet when it gets to court. Of course, some of the prosecuting DA's didn't dodge the bullets... literally.
Mr Johnson sits down at the far end of the table and the human pours him some soy tea. Johnson takes a sip and looks up slowly and calmly... "I see you had no trouble finding the place..."