Post by js on Jun 14, 2009 3:45:40 GMT -5
Monday : 13 : 00 hrs.
Hot summer afternoon in Las Ventura seems to get on the nerves of the residents due to the excessive heat. But it didn't matter for the young immigrant from Mexico to start off a new life in Las Ventura. Riding his lowrider in the nearly empty street of Las Ventura, with thoughts running through his mind about the past of his : how he killed the made man of the prominent don of Mexico city and how it made him to cross the border in a raft. Being lost in the deep thought of his, he abruptly discovers that he is heading for a traffic light which glows red. He quickly shifts his right foot from the gas pedal over the brake, leading to a sharp, screeching sound to break the silence around. The sound turns the head of the few on the pavement as a drop of sweat trickles down the cheek of Juan as he sighs in relief. The automobile comes to a halt being a bit forward from the line, leading the front of it to be on the edge of the other road on the left. The left palm of his goes off the wheel, only to wipe off the sweat due to the heat off his scalp line. But before he could be completely relieved, a speeding Idaho hits the front part of the vehicle denting the shiny teal body of it. The thoughts within the head of the rough dweller of Mexico City soon flies off with the fury like the scorching sun taking over his head as he doesn't like his ride to be messed up. He left hand pushes the strong door of the open hood vehicle only to get his rear end off the cozy seat of the car and land on his feet on the pavement.
"Who do ya think you are eh?!" Juan shouts off with rage and fury.
"Who am I?" The door of the white Idaho opens up, leading to a feet to reach the concrete road. "That's a nice question, punk." A fat body pulls himself out being dressed in navy blue plaid shirt and jeans with his hand being clenched to hold up a baseball bat. "I haven't seen you around, who the fuck are you, kid?!"
Juan remains speechless as he spots the wood on the hand of the newly found enemy of his. He steps back to two steps as the one with the wood slowly steps near him.
"Back off, you fool. You don't want to mess with me", he replies keeping his cool.
"Oh! Now lil' punk wants to play, lets see what you got...". With the word being out of the mouth of the arrogant driver, a loud noise of a gunshot leads the silence around to be broken as the pedestrians screams for their lives as they hear the sound of a deadly weapon. The brash rider looks at his hand with the weapon of his being dissected to half by the shot of a bullet from a revolver. Juan, with the black, cold firearm being in his hand, looks at the feared man being ahead of him.
"I warned you, you asshole! You wouldn't listen. None messes up my ride, got it?!" With the words being out of the mouth of the young Mexican, his hand goes up, pulling the trigger back only to get another piece of lead to be out of the barrel of the revolver. The shiny golden bullet flies in the air before it strikes the cornea of the man targeted at, and makes its way out through the back of the cranium. The shot leads to the formation of a huge red hole at the place where the eyeball of the resident of Las Ventura was, leading blood to gush out of it. Juan looks at the fallen guy with no remorse being on his face. He quickly paces up to his lowrider and hops on over the cozy seat covered with leopard patterned seat cover and drives off the area, leaving no trace of his at the crime scene.
#EOT#
(( My first role play out here, comments welcomed))
Hot summer afternoon in Las Ventura seems to get on the nerves of the residents due to the excessive heat. But it didn't matter for the young immigrant from Mexico to start off a new life in Las Ventura. Riding his lowrider in the nearly empty street of Las Ventura, with thoughts running through his mind about the past of his : how he killed the made man of the prominent don of Mexico city and how it made him to cross the border in a raft. Being lost in the deep thought of his, he abruptly discovers that he is heading for a traffic light which glows red. He quickly shifts his right foot from the gas pedal over the brake, leading to a sharp, screeching sound to break the silence around. The sound turns the head of the few on the pavement as a drop of sweat trickles down the cheek of Juan as he sighs in relief. The automobile comes to a halt being a bit forward from the line, leading the front of it to be on the edge of the other road on the left. The left palm of his goes off the wheel, only to wipe off the sweat due to the heat off his scalp line. But before he could be completely relieved, a speeding Idaho hits the front part of the vehicle denting the shiny teal body of it. The thoughts within the head of the rough dweller of Mexico City soon flies off with the fury like the scorching sun taking over his head as he doesn't like his ride to be messed up. He left hand pushes the strong door of the open hood vehicle only to get his rear end off the cozy seat of the car and land on his feet on the pavement.
"Who do ya think you are eh?!" Juan shouts off with rage and fury.
"Who am I?" The door of the white Idaho opens up, leading to a feet to reach the concrete road. "That's a nice question, punk." A fat body pulls himself out being dressed in navy blue plaid shirt and jeans with his hand being clenched to hold up a baseball bat. "I haven't seen you around, who the fuck are you, kid?!"
Juan remains speechless as he spots the wood on the hand of the newly found enemy of his. He steps back to two steps as the one with the wood slowly steps near him.
"Back off, you fool. You don't want to mess with me", he replies keeping his cool.
"Oh! Now lil' punk wants to play, lets see what you got...". With the word being out of the mouth of the arrogant driver, a loud noise of a gunshot leads the silence around to be broken as the pedestrians screams for their lives as they hear the sound of a deadly weapon. The brash rider looks at his hand with the weapon of his being dissected to half by the shot of a bullet from a revolver. Juan, with the black, cold firearm being in his hand, looks at the feared man being ahead of him.
"I warned you, you asshole! You wouldn't listen. None messes up my ride, got it?!" With the words being out of the mouth of the young Mexican, his hand goes up, pulling the trigger back only to get another piece of lead to be out of the barrel of the revolver. The shiny golden bullet flies in the air before it strikes the cornea of the man targeted at, and makes its way out through the back of the cranium. The shot leads to the formation of a huge red hole at the place where the eyeball of the resident of Las Ventura was, leading blood to gush out of it. Juan looks at the fallen guy with no remorse being on his face. He quickly paces up to his lowrider and hops on over the cozy seat covered with leopard patterned seat cover and drives off the area, leaving no trace of his at the crime scene.
#EOT#
(( My first role play out here, comments welcomed))