http://www.rapdict.org/ has a great rap dictionary reference. A local copy so that I can still refer to it when I roleplay is available, but try the main site first.
Well people chat and decide to fight. 5by5 with me. I could do with some action, thats for sure.
Just when it seems to be all settling down on some good plans, "lets follow someone when they blank out" and my unspoken favorite of grab one of the people watching us, things get more exciting as the missing doctor friend of Renee calls and asks for help.
Apparently the loser hit a car or something. Well it'd be interesting to chat to him and see if he knew anything, but the batteries give out.
Apparently he was using a truckie's mobile, so Doc gets all excited about going and getting the nark to check out where the call is coming from.
So we all pile into the car[s] and drive off to the cop shop. CJ goes inside and talks to her boss about getting the phone records for the truckie or something. People seem narky and irratable. *shrugs* Well I know why im jumpy.
We decide to stick together, so we all take different cars and we split up once we are there. OK, I admit it, I was one of the ones splittin', but what the hell can happen? Someone kills me? Well I wont be round to notice that. Someone attacks me? Oh, I pray for it to happen.
Renee comes over and joins me in the coffee and donut shop I parked my butt in. Must be good business next to a cop shop.
Ahhh, this is the life, eatin' and drinkin' on Renee's account while I ignore him and take in the surroundings. Hmm, so this is Chicago, eh?
Im lookin' round when I spot someone scoping the 'hood. Looks like a lookout to me. I keep watching, and it could be that we are the target. I tell Renee and he gets all stroppy about it. I favor plan a, which is run up the stairs and beat the crap out of them.
Im tracking my target when suddenly I hear a scream. An 'im in trouble' sort of scream! Oh yeah!!! Paydirt!!!! Someone needs rescuing, which means someone needs to be hit.
I jump up and start running. I vault a few chairs as I go and man that adrenaline feels good. I speed down the street, knocking some loser businessmen out the way. Need that speed to really crack some bone.
The street starts to clear of people and I get a first look at my victims. They are trying to bussle some poor smuck into a.... hold on, thats whisper. Oh yeah! Jackpot! My victims have grabbed her and are trying to drug her. Hold on girlfriend, help is on the way.
I crank it into hyperspace and pop out G's little prezzie, the extendable club. It flicks out with a satisfyingly heavy jerk of the wrist. I hear some shots behind me and I guess its CJ. Noone cops a cap, so she must be a crap shot. Thats good to know as she'll probably be gunnin' for me soon.
Winding back for a homerun, I swing with all my momentum and wack one of the 'nappers in the back of the head. Strike 1! The jacker goes down. Momentum, sadly, carries me past the fight and I have to skid to a stop.
Another car comes racing up and brakes, blocking in the 'jackers car. More people to fight? Noone seems to leap out.
Lindsey puts the boot into the other kidnapper who has her. There is a soft wet cracking of bone, that sound that I love to hear. The 'jacker I put down staggers into the back of the car.
More people. People appear. I get ready to strike, but they move over pin Lindsey's score. Not targets. Unfair, lindsey gets one and I dont. I look round for people to hit. The car!!! Targets in car. Oh please dont let this be over already.
I snap a quick peek into the car and, yes, only the driver and Mr Strike 1. I leap into the car. These suckers aint goin' nowhere.
I run and dive into the car before it can get away. I land with a thud on the back of the 'jacker I wacked. He looks... err familiar. Screw that, target in the front. I twist round to grab the driver. Id feel better if we were all in the back seat and he wasnt near the wheel.
I grab out infront and the driver turns. Its DMS! I snarl and spit. Sonofabitch. I redouble my efforts to rip him into the back by his ears.
Slowly a smile creaps across my face. Im gunna get to the bottom of this and looks like I get to beat that info out of people. Oh man, what a great day.
Been thinkin' Mr Liam, that I think darling little cas might just be a berserker type ;). Came out that way when I wrote this little piece. Primal. Everything is target or nothing. *shrugs* Dont know if you like the idea or not. Opinion??
Lawyers take note: Faith belongs to related belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and fox..
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