Post by $avage Life on Apr 4, 2012 18:59:08 GMT -5
*Sham*
-“Jus tell Kane I’ll pay’em next week, C’mon man don’t do me like this” The male cries out as he tries to free himself from the chair in which he was tied. His voice along with every other sound bounced along the walls of the vacant house, making the experience even more fearful. With little effort, the small chair begins to rock from left to right but then suddenly crash’s to the floor with its occupant due to a vicious right hook delivered by Sham. “Nah fuck dat, you got ya package at da beginin of da week an you was suppose ta have dat bread yesterday.” Sham picks the chair and its captive from the floor and sits them upright before he moves back in front of the man. “I know I know” The man pleaded “But I need jus one more week, please.” In the game they played there were no do-overs or extra lives, it was simple, move the shit and pay what you owe but unfortunately for this man, his time had ran out. -c-
- An all-black sig Sauer p220 .45 caliber pistol was removed from the waistband of Sham as he places the barrel of the weapon upon the male’s nose. “Should’ve had ya shit togetha mane.” Sham say’s as he cock’s his arm backwards then thrusts it towards the man’s face, allowing his weapon to collide with left side of his captive’s face. The chair had met the floor once again but this was the last time. The weapon within Sham’s hand was then cocked and two bullets were fired from the chamber only to penetrate the left side of the man’s skull, killing him instantly. The smoking metal was then returned to his original position before he heads towards the door of the house and exits. Upon stepping outside, he had to squint his eyes due to the sun’s rays shining down upon the streets of Los Santos. He then makes his way down the pair of stairs and onto the sidewalk, the past event just a memory. -e-
-“Jus tell Kane I’ll pay’em next week, C’mon man don’t do me like this” The male cries out as he tries to free himself from the chair in which he was tied. His voice along with every other sound bounced along the walls of the vacant house, making the experience even more fearful. With little effort, the small chair begins to rock from left to right but then suddenly crash’s to the floor with its occupant due to a vicious right hook delivered by Sham. “Nah fuck dat, you got ya package at da beginin of da week an you was suppose ta have dat bread yesterday.” Sham picks the chair and its captive from the floor and sits them upright before he moves back in front of the man. “I know I know” The man pleaded “But I need jus one more week, please.” In the game they played there were no do-overs or extra lives, it was simple, move the shit and pay what you owe but unfortunately for this man, his time had ran out. -c-
- An all-black sig Sauer p220 .45 caliber pistol was removed from the waistband of Sham as he places the barrel of the weapon upon the male’s nose. “Should’ve had ya shit togetha mane.” Sham say’s as he cock’s his arm backwards then thrusts it towards the man’s face, allowing his weapon to collide with left side of his captive’s face. The chair had met the floor once again but this was the last time. The weapon within Sham’s hand was then cocked and two bullets were fired from the chamber only to penetrate the left side of the man’s skull, killing him instantly. The smoking metal was then returned to his original position before he heads towards the door of the house and exits. Upon stepping outside, he had to squint his eyes due to the sun’s rays shining down upon the streets of Los Santos. He then makes his way down the pair of stairs and onto the sidewalk, the past event just a memory. -e-
