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Reynar_Tedros Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 7/22/07 11:24pm Subject: RE: Midnight Club: King of the Underground
	OOC: Very sorry to hear about that, Saint. My prayers are with you and your family, I hope everything works out well for you folks. -----signature----- Gaming: Guitar Hero III, Mass Effect, Saints Row XBL GamerTag: martian janitor http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_fan_fiction/b10808/28827381/p1/?2
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Saintheart Title: Manager and Wandering Swordsman of the RPF Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 7/24/07 12:09am Subject: RE: Midnight Club: King of the Underground
	OOC: beast, if any of what I've written below doesn't conform to your thoughts, feel free to override it. I'm not trying to intentionally godmode. IC - Joe Coltrane A Warehouse, Downtown LA Joe didn't spare the stack of papers he'd been passed a glance. He tossed them onto the hood of his car, where they landed with a heavy thud. He turned his mocking half-smile on the Fitts. The fat 'made man' liked to think of himself as further up the chain than he really was, and the murder Franky had allegedly conducted to obtain his status as 'made' was apparently more than twenty years ago. And besides that: Franky was scared as hell of 'Choirboy' Morolto. As were a lot of people in LA. With good reason. "What, you blokes running so low on drivers' licences you're outsourcing?" he said with a sneer. The Australian twang had never faded, even over the fifteen years. Just as well; Joe was pretty sure his accent kept him in the Choirboy's good books; for some reason it made Morolto bust a gut laughing every time Joe said 'Throw a shrimp on the barbie, mate.' Joe pushed off the side of the car and stood upright, folding his arms. "I don't do courier work, Franky. You know it, Morolto knows it. Fast transport when one of your goodfellas gets shot, and Family-sponsored race entries -- on my terms. That's it. I don't want anything to do with a friggin' interfamily bloodbath, and with you guys that's where it always ends up." TAG: blubeast1237 -----signature----- Michelle: my Italian queen, my angel, my reason, my wife. Jessica: my little princess, my daughter, born 10 August 2007 Director -- Star Wars: Knighthood
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Sentinel-825 Registered: Jun '07	Date Posted: 7/24/07 12:13am Subject: RE: Midnight Club: King of the Underground
	IC: Monty Fox Outside the Apartment of Xander Salina Monty tried to register what the Cajun was saying, but couldn't exactly understand his speech patterns. There was the occasional word or phrase that he didn't quite catch, but he got the basics of what the guy was saying. They needed to get the hell out of there, and fast. "I hear you, man," Monty said, trying to sneak a look at what was going on behind them and the car. He couldn't quite muster the strength to look over, for he feared getting shot square in the forehead. "Any ideas?" he asked Matt, hoping he would get an affirmative response. Tag: Randy1012, blubeast1237 -----signature----- All too easy.
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Randy1012 Registered: Jan '07	Date Posted: 7/24/07 10:52pm Subject: RE: Midnight Club: King of the Underground
	Matt Therrien Outside Xander Salina's Apartment The Cajun shrugged. "Hide here like a couple'a capons 'til these fellas stop shootin' the place up?" he suggested jokingly, smiling at Monty. His smile quickly vanished, however, when a bullet ricocheted off the pavement not far from him, making him flinch. Matt looked over his shoulder at the side of the car he was hiding behind, quirking an eyebrow. "Hang on a tick," he said. He turned a little and slowly gripped the door handle, muttering a silent prayer that it wouldn't be locked before trying to pull the door open. TAG: Beast, Sentinel Glossary Capons: Cowards. -----signature----- What can I say? I'm a talented individual.
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Forest_Jedi Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 7/25/07 12:17am Subject: RE: Midnight Club: King of the Underground - Date Edited: 7/25/07 12:18am (1 edits total) Edited By: Forest_Jedi
	GM OOC:Yes, this is my sock because I got killed in Mafia. Damn mafia!! Saint, don't worry about the time, post when you feel up to it and have time, don't push to do anything. No that was not God Modding, actually you have helped somewhat. Outside the Apartment of Xander Salina Unfortunately, the door was locked and Ray wasn't letting up on the trigger. After firing and doging multiple rounds of shot, Ray took down one of the Malones with a bullet to the head while the other one continued to fire his gun at the car. Ray knelt down to discover that neither Monty nor the Cajun had moved. He pushed the Cajun's shoulder. "What the hell are you still doing here? Didn't I tell you to wreck the car?" He reached his hands over the hood and fired 2 more shots before bringing his hand back down. "What, a few bullets start flying and you lose your damn head? If a few Malones are already here, it can only get worse when the police show up." Ray looked behind him at the apartment and saw that little Xandy had come out of hidin, and that he was holding a gun. Ray pointed his gun at the kid and laughed, "You sure you wanna do that kid?" He fired a shot towards the window before standing up and taking a bullet in the shoulder, took the other Malone down. He turned to the Cajun and Monty, "See, no more bullets." He smiled as the blood from his wound started to bleed through his shirt. "Now lets get to your cars before they start firing some more." Further down the apartment complex, people started to appear out of their windows, watching the gunfight. Among these people, were the white brothers, who were surly surprised by the kind of open violence that these two families displayed. -Sentinel, Nick, Randy, DVC Unknown Warehouse Franky laughed as he popped a cigarette in his mouth and took his precious time lighting in front of Coltrane. The guy knew his stuff, knew how business was handled. People didn't need alot of time to figure out what the Morolto family was about, and for those that did take too long usually found themselves in messy situations. He breathed a cloud into the air and turned back to the man. "Coltrane, you should watch what you say. We will sponsor your little races, but you will do as you're are told. Or you might...disappear. Y'know?" Franky grinned, "You're too smart for your good, Coltrane." Franky handed Joe a black cellphone, "When that rings, you answer. I don't care if you're doing...whatever you Australians do, you answer that damn phone understood?" -Saint Club Soul Henry smiled as she made him fill more comfortable with her words. He moved around to her side of the table and put his jacket around her shoulders. "Maggie, this place is a little stuffy, wanna go up stairs? My dad owns a bedroom up there and we could, uh...well try to get to know each other better. So howabout it?" -Reynar -----signature----- "And what's the real lesson? Don't leave things in the fridge." ~Spike
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Saintheart Title: Manager and Wandering Swordsman of the RPF Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 7/25/07 1:47am Subject: RE: Midnight Club: King of the Underground
	OOC: A few more thoughts during the course of my post on the Moroltos and Joe. I must say, I rather like the 'edgy' vibe I'm getting off this thread right now ... feels like Z.Z.Top chased down with some Grand Theft Auto ... IC - Joe Coltrane A Warehouse, downtown LA For a long moment or two Joe considered telling 'Fitts' to stick his cell phone in an appropriate orifice, but in the end reason won out - the same cold, logical thinking that kept him alive on the street. He could argue about it, but it'd probably end up the same anyway. He ran a hand through the hair at his left ear, feeling the unpleasant dampness of the summer heat squelch against his head. He couldn't help but kick himself mentally; should've guessed it would come to this - there was no such thing as a long-lasting arm's-length relationship relationship with one of the best-backed crime families in the LA area. Especially one that was engaged in a war for turf in some of the richest and poorest neighbourhoods in America. Joe had heard enough in the bars and motorcycle clubs and talked to enough hookers around the City of Fallen Angels to get a pretty decent idea of the history. The Morolto family had been here for three years, less time than Joe had made LA his home. 'Choirboy' Morolto was the youngest of three brothers. His two elder siblings controlled the family operations in Miami and Chicago. The family, relatively small-time for the past twenty years after a series of drug busts, had decided to make a play for a piece of the LA scene. The problem with that was the other two major families already in Los Angeles. The Palomino family used LA as its sea port for its successful Las Vegas operation. The Gorgiono family was a lot more low-key; Joe had heard they ran some racketeering, some drugs, but also horse fixing as well. But six months after the Moroltos came to town, there was only the Gorgiono family left; Old Man Palomino and five of his six sons had been slaughtered in a bad gunfight over in East L.A. Joe was still thanking his lucky stars he'd been in Las Vegas that night; the body count had been high, and not one-sided either. As it was, by then most of LA knew the Moroltos weren't to be messed with, and when Fat Franky had decided to come calling, Joe knew better than to turn down the odd job or two. Disappear, he thought, echoing Franky's words to him. A part of him smiled. If he really wanted to disappear, he could. The name of Joe Coltrane was no more real than any other name he might take up, and good as the Moroltos might be, a man who'd been on the run from Australian police for fifteen years knew how to hide. Sure. He could disappear if he wanted to. But then, of course, there'd be nobody to sponsor the racing. Not an insurmountable problem in another city ... but he'd been down that road before, and the only way up from a no-sponsorship situation was to distinguish yourself. Which usually meant sticking your head above the trench line. No; he was stuck with it. Well and truly. He'd have to start making plans to hit the road, but for now there was money falling out of the Moroltos' pants, and he didn't necessarily want to miss it. So he simply looked the phone over for a few seconds and shoved it into his pocket. He picked up the sheaf of papers from the hood of the restored 1971 Ford, and got into his car without speaking to Franky. At least, until he'd put the car in reverse and checked quickly behind him. "Hey, Fitts." he said, leaning out of the window of his car. "Your fly's open, mate." He slammed the accelerator down and screeched the Ford around in a tight backwards 180 degree turn, the big engine howling, then jammed for first and peeled off out of the warehouse into the bright afternoon sun. He turned for uptown, thinking maybe it was worth cruising past the area where Club Soul was supposed to be located, to see if any of the girls had taken advantage of the heat and stripped down to bikinis... You are really getting too old for this, he thought. TAG: beast -----signature----- Michelle: my Italian queen, my angel, my reason, my wife. Jessica: my little princess, my daughter, born 10 August 2007 Director -- Star Wars: Knighthood
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Reynar_Tedros Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 7/25/07 10:38am Subject: RE: Midnight Club: King of the Underground
	IC: Maggie Sutton Club Soul Henry smiled as though Maggie had made him feel more comfortable with her words. He moved around to her side of the table and put his jacket around her shoulders. "Maggie, this place is a little stuffy, wanna go up stairs? My dad owns a bedroom up there and we could, uh...well try to get to know each other better. So howabout it?" Maggie handed the jacket back to Henry. "Keep it," she said, standing up from the table. She leaned close and whispered into his ear, "That's just one more thing you'd have to take off of me in a few minutes." Tag: blubeast1237 -----signature----- Gaming: Guitar Hero III, Mass Effect, Saints Row XBL GamerTag: martian janitor http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_fan_fiction/b10808/28827381/p1/?2
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NickLitYouAFlame Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 7/25/07 7:27pm Subject: RE: Midnight Club: King of the Underground
	IC: Xander Salina His Apartment Xander put his gun in the back of his pants and pulled his shirt over it. He cursed Ray while he stood and walked towards his car. “***hole. Coming here and... son of a bi...” Xander walked up to his stolen Shelby and checked it for bullet holes. He found one in the rear windshield that he looked through to see a hole in the head rest of the passenger side. He cursed again. “Motherfu...” Xander walked over to the pole holding up the overhang of the parking lot and punched it. He walked back to his car and pulled out his keys. After opening the car up and sitting in the driver seat, Z reached around behind the passenger seat and felt the headrest. When he found the hole he reached into and pulled out a tiny pellet. “Dammit.” Xander opened up the glove box and deposited his gun and then pulled out a large wad of hundreds. It was one of many such stashes and it would pay for the repairs to his car. He opened the window and discarded the pellet from the Malone’s gun. He looked behind him and backed up and turned the car around. Z switched to drive and hit the gas. With a screech and the stench of burning rubber, Xander pulled out and head for a frequent hangout for him, the Club Soul Garage. Tag: Beast, any -----signature----- Flannel Shoes
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Sentinel001 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/27/07 6:18pm Subject: RE: Midnight Club: King of the Underground
	Beast, you totally stole my idea... -----signature----- Proud adoptee of Imperial_Hammer GM of Fires of Hope Proud member of the GDG "A man chooses... a slave obeys" Andrew Ryan- Bioshock
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Sentinel-825 Registered: Jun '07	Date Posted: 7/28/07 2:39pm Subject: RE: Midnight Club: King of the Underground
	IC: Monty Fox Outside the Apartment of Xander Salina "You don't have to tell me twice," Monty said, standing up and brushing gravel off of his torso. He looked around and noticed various people poking their heads through windows in the apartment buildings, and was sure that the police would be arriving soon. Trying his best to put on a casual appearance, Monty walked briskly around the block to his car. He couldn't believe what he'd gotten himself into. The Mafia, of all things. And how did he even get mixed up with them in the first place? Bunch of money hungry punks is all they were. Monty didn't want anything to do with them, but now he was afraid that he had no choice. As he rounded the corner, finally getting away from the scene of the brief gunfight, his silver Audi came into view. He turned around to see if Matt and Ray were keeping up with him. Tag: blubeast1237, Randy1012 -----signature----- All too easy.
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Randy1012 Registered: Jan '07	Date Posted: 7/30/07 1:09am Subject: RE: Midnight Club: King of the Underground
	Matt Therrien Outside Xander Salina's Apartment "I hear that," Matt said in response to Monty as the two of them high-tailed it out of there. As the Cajun followed Monty, he tried his best to keep his body from shaking. He'd never been in a firefight like that before, and he was probably more frightened now than he'd ever been in his life. Gotta get the hell away from these people 'fore I end up like my cousin Nate, God rest his soul, Matt thought as he speed-walked around the block after Monty. "Right behind you, podna," he said to Monty when the other man turned to look for Ray and himself. The Cajun glanced at Monty's ride, and he let out a low whistle. "Damn, that car is hot, hot!" he exclaimed as he took in the silver Audi. He loved his black-and-blue Dodge Viper, of course, but Matt appreciated cars of all shapes and sizes. Except for those ugly box-shaped monstrosities. What were those called again? He shook his head, clearing the thought from his mind, and gave Monty a thumbs-up before sliding across the hood of his Viper to reach the driver-side door. "Do yo'self a favor, friend, and get as far away from these couyons soon as you can. I know I will." TAG: Sentinel, Beast -----signature----- What can I say? I'm a talented individual.
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blubeast1237 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 8/14/07 2:38pm Subject: RE: Midnight Club: King of the Underground - Date Edited: 8/14/07 2:39pm (1 edits total) Edited By: blubeast1237
	GM OOC: Let's see if we can get the ball rolling again! I'm sorry for the hiatus of an update, but I thought that interest in the game had died away or that there wasn't enough. I think that we can get this going again and I'm here for sure. Also, congrats to Saintheart on his new baby, time to put the XBOX controller down and forget about Star Wars. Club Soul Henry stared at Maggie for a second, but only for a second before sliding back his chair, almost falling out of it and stood up, grinning with excitement. Maybe some of his father's style had rubbed off on him. He threw 3 hundred dollar bills on the table and put his hand on the small of Maggie's back as he led her up the stairs. Arriving at the door, he fumbled with his keys, his hands actually shaking. After several attempts he managed the keys and unlocked the door. The room instantly lit up and Maggie could see the room in all its glory. The room was semi large and had a mahogany wooden floor with black metal twirling stairs to the ceiling, leading to the roof. The bed was large, more room then one man could take up and had red velvet covering and a mirror above it. "My dad designed this place, I, uh...haven't used it much." Henry admitted as he started to unbutton his shirt and walked over to the bed. He sat on the edge and looked up at Maggie, waiting for her to join him. -- Xander Salina had gotten away from the wrath of the Georgiano family, but he had to know that it wouldn't be for long. As he pulled up to the garage of Club Soul, two men came out from under the gate. The two specters went on either side of the car and peered down to the window. Manny Uron raised his eyebrow and sighed. "Xander its bad enough that I helped you still the damn thing, but now you get bullet holes in it?" He gestured to the other man to open the door to the garage. -Reynar, Nick Outside the apartment of Xander Salina Ray opened the door to Matt's car and collapsed in the seat, still bleeding from his shoulder and gestured for Monty to go ahead and get in his car. "We need to go!" He exhaled loudly as the sound of sirens drew closer. He cursed as he saw Xander drive off with his brother's car. "That's the second time I've seen that man drive away in my brother's car." He said, shaking his head. Behind all of them, the two Malone drivers eyed them sharply with cold stares. They, really Ray, had killed their "brothers". Starting their engines up, one sped towards Monty, who wasn't in his car yet, while the other, sped toward Matt's car. -Sent, Randy Streets of L.A Joe Coltrane was almost to Club Soul. The man had just had a meeting with Franky the Fitts and managed to walk away with both his kneecaps still attached to his legs...and not broken. He had also just alligned himself with the Morolto family. Whatever Joe was thinking was interrupted by the cellphone that Franky had given him going off. -Saint -----signature----- "Conquest is made of the ashes of one's enemies." The 1237 Holler Jabb-Awoc-Deez-Nuts Jedi Knight of the New Jedi Trials
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NickLitYouAFlame Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 8/14/07 3:05pm Subject: RE: Midnight Club: King of the Underground
	IC: Xander Salina Club Soul, Garage Xander smiled at his friend. “Yeah I know.” Z pulled into the open garage and pulled his gun out of the glove box. He slipped it into the space between his boxers and pants and pulled his shirt over it. Xander opened his car door and got out. He embraced Manny for a second and handed him a wad of money. “For the repairs, man.” Then he set to work fixing his car. Xander got into the backseat and pushed out the window. He grabbed the wrecked glass and set it down. Grabbing another, he walked to the back of the car and called to Manny. “Hey, bro, help me out here.” Tag: Blu -----signature----- Flannel Shoes
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Saintheart Title: Manager and Wandering Swordsman of the RPF Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 8/15/07 1:44am Subject: RE: Midnight Club: King of the Underground
	IC - Joe Coltrane Streets of LA It was hot on the street; a couple of kids up the street from Soul had busted open a fire hydrant and were jumping through it while two old guys sat and played checkers nearby. Joe didn't answer the phone for a few long seconds. Morolto could wait. Instead, the racer gave a good once-over to a chick wearing jeans and a lime green bikini top, her butt swaying in a really good way down the street. Sighing to himself, Joe picked up the phone. "Yeah," he said. TAG: beast -----signature----- Michelle: my Italian queen, my angel, my reason, my wife. Jessica: my little princess, my daughter, born 10 August 2007 Director -- Star Wars: Knighthood
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Reynar_Tedros Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 8/17/07 3:04pm Subject: RE: Midnight Club: King of the Underground
	IC: Maggie Sutton Penthouse; Club Soul Henry stared at Maggie for a second, but only for a second before sliding back his chair, almost falling out of it and stood up, grinning with excitement. What a stud, Maggie thought, not able to suppress a small grin. Henry threw three one hundred dollar bills on the table and put his hand on the small of Maggie's back as he led her up the stairs. Maggie wasn't used to climbing up stairs in heels, but she made it without any problems. Arriving at the door, Henry fumbled with his keys. After several attempts, he managed the keys and unlocked the door. The room instantly lit up and Maggie could see the room in all its glory. The room was semi large and had a mahogany wooden floor with black metal twirling stairs to the ceiling, leading to the roof. The bed was large, more room then one man could take up and had red velvet covering and a mirror above it. Not bad. The mirror can go. "My dad designed this place, I, uh...haven't used it much," Henry admitted as he started to unbutton his shirt and walked over to the bed. He sat on the edge and looked up at Maggie, waiting for her to join him. "Well, that's about to change, isn't it?" she said as she kicked off her heels. She proceeded to sit on Henry's lap, wrapping her legs around his back as the bottom of her dress rolled up and revealed her upper thighs. It's been too long. Tag: Beasty -----signature----- Gaming: Guitar Hero III, Mass Effect, Saints Row XBL GamerTag: martian janitor http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_fan_fiction/b10808/28827381/p1/?2
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