NSWRPF Archive Midnight Club: King of the Underground

The streets are silent.

All you can hear is your heart beating as you close your and visualize the street in front of you. The alleys bathed in shadows hide the midnight guards in blue. The cops know you're out there, you know they are out there, but at this point, you really don't give a damn. This was racing. Real racing. No helmets, no red light green light bull****, no huge trophies, no sponsors, none of that stuff. This was the nit grit underworld. Winning this race could get you women, money, anything you desire. But losing could mean losing your car, your girl, and most of all your life.

I can only ask you one question at this point kid...you ready?

If you are, then welcome to Midnight Club:King of the Underground.

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The Story
You are racer. As a racer, you strive to be the best and to be the best, you have to outrace every other guy that is just like you or better. This game is set Los Angeles, California, but don't be surprised if you find yourself racing far out of the state. But the life of an underground racer isn't black and white. You will have to do anything and everything to make sure your path to the top is clear. Racing is the main part of this game, but please believe that there is much more than being a regular on and off driver.

Clubs
Clubs are essentially are the main source of getting anywhere in the underground world. They are the main source of racers looking for challenges to up their reputations to famous racers looking for big money. Your characters will start off without a club, but by winning races and performing certain tasks, you can be accepted by a club and find yourself on the way to the top.

Club Soul: Soul is the high society of the underground. Their racers are the best of the best and are treated as such. Often chosen as the hot spot for high risk gambling and high wagers on races. Racers who are accepted into this club are expected to act on their best behaviors and not dwell in the lower bowels of the city.

Club Monkey: Club Monkey is the normal hangout of racers. This club will make sure its racers have a place to stay and food on the table. Racers who are accepted into this club have to be willing to run certain "errands" for the club and do anything to make sure the club's money keeps flowing.

Club Longshot: Longshot is the lowest shop in terms of quality service and resources. This club takes almost any willing racer in, but the racer will most likely have to provide for themselves. It is often the sight of curious activity and police investigations. Racers are expected to be ready to be under investigation and be willing to destroy property, eliminate potential threats, and drive under any condition.

Games Phases

The life: This is the core of the game. The life is the time spent not in a car. This is where your character socializes, makes connections, and makes money. Without connections, you will just be racing the same race over and over and not going anywhere. I will present certain connections that you will have to play to earn their trust. Building a backstory for your character and telling of his daily routines will give everyone a better view of your character. Many storylines in the life will shape why and how hard you will race. Whether the mob is threatening you or your girlfriend is being held captive, many outside effects will affect how you race, or even if you make to your race at all!

The race: This is your home away from home. The actual competition between players is one of the best parts of this game. I will provide the racers with maps of the cities they will be driving. Cops are a constant worry for street racers and you can pretty much guarantee they will be making guest appearances in races. G-Modding will not be tolerated by any means, and will only be met with punishments by my police force. I will a

 

Beast Approved

Name: Xander ?Z? Salina
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Hometown/State: Montana

Appearance:
Xander

Personality: Impulsive and reckless.

Nationality: Scottish
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color/Style: Blonde and Brown/See picture
Clothing: Black T-Shirts and Jeans

Bio: Z was born just outside Glacier National Park. His teenage years have been about firsts. He lived in Montana until he was 14. He first learned how to break into cars at this age. He first drove a car at this age. And he was first arrested at this age. Because of his arrest his mother decided to move away. Her and Z moved to LA. He bought his first car when he was 15. Then a month later he totaled it. In his first street race. Since then he has only totaled one more car. When he was 16 he began working on engines. He took his most recent car, which is his car still, and supercharged the engine, giving it amazing acceleration and high top speeds. He moved out of his house right after he turned 18. He moved into a small club and has been looking for a more influential one, as of late. He is a Master Car Thief and acquired his current car from this talent.

Car: Ford Shelby GT500 Supercharged with 725 hp
Appearance: The Car. His has a black stripe and is more prominently colored red.
Main Focused ability: Acceleration

 

The beast ... has approved me!

Name: Joe Coltrane
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Hometown/state: Sydney, Australia

Appearance(Pictures allowed)
[image=http://imagesource.art.com/images/-/Nicolas-Cage-Photograph-C10039191.jpeg]

Personality: Cool, bitter, sarcastic

Nationality: Ex-Australian; now American
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color/style: Brown (and receding)
Clothing: generally black jacket, black jeans, and black T-shirt.

Bio: Joe Coltrane is not his real name. That name he managed to shrug off like an old skin when he hit the road from Australia a few minutes ahead of the cops. He made it to Chicago, Illinois and has been racing in various legal and illegal track events for the past fifteen years. His hands and eyes are still good, and without a wife or family, he lives for the ride.

Car: Restored 1971 Ford Falcon XY GT-H0
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Appearance: Red with black striping
Main Focused ability: Acceleration

 

GM Approved!

Name: Maggie Sutton

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Hometown/state: Sacramento, California

Appearance: [image=http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/9997/midnightclubcharacter2yj0.jpg]

Personality: Quick-witted, sassy, confident

Nationality: Half-Vietnamese, Half-American

Bio: Ever since she was a young girl, Maggie Sutton was into cars. Her father was a local mechanic, and taught her everything she now knows about the vehicles. Her older sister, Naomi, was a street racer, and introduced Maggie to the underground scene when she turned eighteen. Maggie went to college for a semester, and then dropped out to devote more time to her passion of racing.

Car: Mazda RX-7

Appearance: [image=http://img412.imageshack.us/img412/4822/midnightclubcar3lk4.jpg]

Main Focused ability: Speed

 

GM APPROVED

Name: Matt Therrien
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Hometown/State: Baton Rouge, Louisiana

Appearance:
[image=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/randomir/midnightclubchar.jpg]

Personality: Playful, joking, fun-loving. Speaks with a slight Cajun accent.

Nationality: Cajun
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color/Style: Light brown, cut short
Clothing: Jeans, T-shirts, whatever's comfortable

Bio: Much to his father's dismay, Matt was always more like his uncle, who was a car fanatic. Matt would spend most of his free time around his uncle, and every day after school Matt would run over to his garage and help him work on cars. When he became old enough to drive, Matt's uncle introduced him to the world of street racing. He'd never gotten into NASCAR, which seemed too sterile and regimented to him, but the freedom offered by street racing was right up Matt's alley. His first car was an old 1970 Dodge Challenger R/T 440 Six Pack, which he'd restored completely on his own.

About a year ago, Matt was involved in a large race down in New Orleans. Somehow the police got wind of the race and tried to stop it. Several of the racers, as well as a few police cars, were involved in a massive crash. Matt was knocked into the crash by another racer while trying to escape, and though he'd fortunately avoided injury, he couldn't get his damaged car away from the scene and had to abandon it. To avoid the police, Matt fled to Los Angeles, and had to use all of his past winnings for a new ride.

Car: 2008 Dodge Viper SRT10
Appearance: Black with blue stripes
Main Focused Ability: Handling

 

GM Approved

Name: Monty Fox
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Hometown/state: Brooklyn, New York

Appearance: [image=http://img512.imageshack.us/img512/5484/mdnclbiw9.jpg]

Personality: Monty is slick, charming, and pretty easy to get along with.

Nationality: African-American
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color/style: Bald
Clothing: Monty wears pretty much generic clothing. Most often seen in a simple white tanktop with blue jeans.

Bio: Monty Fox didn't like his life as a boy growing up in a lower-class neighborhood in Brooklyn. All of his friends did drugs and got into trouble with the law on countless occasions, and he didn't want to follow that path. He saw what it did to his parents, and he knew that ending up like them was not what he wanted.

So, he moved to his aunt's house in Los Angeles at the age of thirteen, and went to school and lived his life the way he wanted to. But when a friend of his introduced him to the world of street racing, Monty couldn't resist. He knew that that was what he wanted to do.

And so, he did.

Car: 2008 Audi R8
Appearance: [image=http://www.caradvice.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/AudiR8.jpg]
Main Focused ability: Acceleration

 

The Beauty is okayed by The Beast

Known as: Naomi
Real name: Karis Rienhard
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Hometown: Los Vegas, Nevada

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Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color/style: Long, light brown hair that is done in many different ways... depending on her outfit
Clothing: Usually something rich, expensive, and showing lots of skin.
Nationality: American
Personality: She can read people quickly and can tell a fake from the real thing. She also acts like who she is around, her real personality has been lost for several years.

Bio:

Karis grew up as the daughter of a Casino Owner in Las Vegas. Her mother passed away (or so her father told her) when she was very young. She grew up amongst the rich and powerfull of Los Vegas.

When she turned 16, Karis started getting interested in heavy partying, drugs, and sex... and her father didn't like it. He threatened to take everything away from her... but she didn't believe him. Karis was sure she would get anything she wanted from the multi millionaire.

After being arrested for drunk driving just before her 18th birthday, Mr. Rienhard cut her off, forcing her to make it on her own. (Little did she know it was what his father had done to him.)

Using her connections, Karis was able to find jobs as a dancer in a nearby nightclub called "Vegas High". But the pay wasn't enough to sustain her thurst for wealthy living.

Quickly, Karis (who was now known as Naomi) did anything to move up. Just after she turned 20, she was hired as a dancer in the top Nightclub "Club Soul". Determined to continue to move up, Karis made her mind up to do whatever (or whomever) it took to bring in the money.

NAOMI IS NOT A RACER

 

Character Sheet

Name: Cole White
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Hometown/state: Lancaster, California

Appearance: [image=http://www.imagehosting.com/out.php/i919607_Navigator.JPG]

Personality: Fun loving and playful, but becomes serious when it's called for, easy to scare

Nationality: American
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color/style: Black, Slicked back
Clothing: White Dress shirt and black tie, Black vest, Black slacks and black cowboy boots


Name: Jake White
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Hometown/state: Lancaster, California

Appearance: [image=http://www.imagehosting.com/out.php/i919606_Driver.JPG]

Personality: Slow on the uptake, Quick to anger and fearless

Nationality: American
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color/style: Black, Short
Clothing: Black "Anachist" tank-top, Black and Grey Camo Pants, Combat boots


Bio: Born the classic image of white-trash, rednecked hillbillies, the Brothers grew up on a remote stretch of land in the middle of the dessert. Their family was renouned for "transporting", or the running of illegal substances, beginning with their Grandfather and his dad, who went into the Bootlegging business during prohibition. Afterwards, the White family moonshine had been regarded as the best in the State. As tradition went, when each generation stepped down from their post either organizing the operation, or running the goods, the next generation stepped up into it's place and so on down the line. After their father passed away, the Brother's decided to share the work, Cole organizing and Jake driving. They quickly moved into more profitable substances, such as drugs and weapons, even dipping into illegal immigrants once or twice, and quickly earned not only lots of money, but also prestige in their business. On top of the world, the boys even had a new Dodge Charger customized to emmulate that of their childhood idol's, the Dukes of Hazzard. But, with the industry quickly growing, the boys soon found themselves with less and less work. Rival transporters were cheaper, and less likely to draw attention to themselves and their cargo. In an effort to get back in the game, the boy's turned to street racing, in hopes to bolster thier reputation and fame, and hopefully their profits.



Car
Appearance: [image=http://www.chriscorkill.com/images/charger/generallee3.jpg]
Main Focused ability: Handling

 

GM OOC: Okay, let us begin! Leiahair, DVC, I didn't forget you guys, just got something special planned for you two.

Unknown Warehouse; Downtown LA

The warehouse was dark, as it should be but just enough for Franky the Fitts to see Joe Coltrane, or at least that was the name he had given them. Franky got out of the all black Lexus and stepped up to Coltrane, who was leaning against the door of his car.

He didn't like the man.

Coltrane almost always had something to say about Franky's weight and he was a sarcastic old bird who didn't know when to leave the track alone. Unfortunately, Coltrane was one of the best drivers in LA and wasn't one of those cocky little punks who didn't know how things worked. Coltrane did, and that was why the boss liked him.

Franky stood over the smaller man and scoffed, before pulling out a stack of paper, as thick as Coltrane's head, and handing it to the man.

"The boss wants you to do us a little favor." He said with the stereotypical mafia voice, "Our sources say that the Gorgiono Family has been peering their noses where they don't belong. The Boss wants you to be a transporter for us for a little while. I advise you to accept his generous offer."

-Saint

Club Soul; Downtown LA

Henry Gorgiono smiled across the dinner table at the young sweets, Maggie Sutton.

She was quite the peach and hopefully she wouldn't be a hard to get as she was on the street. He was dressed in a suit of his family colors. Red shirt, black suit. He had flashed a little money at the entrance, let her know that he was packed, but she hadn't been as impressed as he had hoped. This was his first date, but hopefully, with the help he had received from his father, Maggie wouldn't notice. He didn't know why she had agreed to go with him on this date, but he was glad she had accepted.

Nervous couldn't describe what he was feeling.

"So...uh, Maggie, you like racing huh?" He said, sweat starting to appear on his forehead.

-Reynar

Outside the Apartment of Xander Salina

"Hold this." Ray Gorgiono said to the white guy of the two punks kneeling beside their cars. Monty Fox didn't like being here, but ever since the Gorgiono family had been taking care of his aunt, not to mention paying for some of the races he had lost, he had been doing what they wanted him to. Matt Therrien on the other hand was here because he was flat broke and had no place to live but his car and the Gorgiono family had put him up in a hotel and kept him fed, so working for them and racing for them was the only thing he had.

Handing Matt the bat and Monty the crowbar, Ray stood up and pulled from his belt a large silver revolver. "Hey Xandy boy!" He yelled towards the building. "Remember that car you stole? Well the car belongs to my brother." One of the windows shattered as Ray fired off the first shot. "You should learn that you shouldn't take things that don't belong to ya, kid." Three more shots were fired off towards the apartment.

"You two," He said to Monty and Matt, "Wreck the car. My brother doesn't want something that has had street scum hands on it."

As the two were about to begin, 2 cars pulled up, one guy stepping out of each. Normally this wouldn't be bad, but since the men belonged to the Malone family, rival family to the Gorgionos, and since both had automatic weapons, this was a very bad situation.

Only made worse by the fact that Ray had already started to fire upon them.

-Sentinel, Randy, (Nick, you're in your apartment)

 

Matt Therrien
Outside Xander Salina's Apartment

Thank God mon defante mamere can't see me now, thought Matt Therrien as he gripped the baseball bat in his hands. This certainly wasn't the life his grandmother had envisioned for her one and only grandchild, and if Matt were to be honest it really wasn't what he'd had in mind either.

But he was always taught that you had to lie in the bed you made for yourself. If it weren't for the Gorgiono family's kindness, Matt would still be sleeping in his car, and that was damn near impossible to do. The choices he'd made in his past had led him to this point, and now he had to deal with the consequences.

With a quick glance to his partner, Matt nodded, his mouth twisting in an expression of distaste. He didn't like this at all, but he didn't have a choice, and he suspected the other man didn't, either. The Cajun gripped the bat tighter, his knuckles going white, and stepped toward the stolen car.

Just as he was raising the bat to smash in the windshield, the Malones came roaring down the street, and Ray Gorgiono opened fire on them like un couyon.

As soon as he heard gunfire, Matt hit the pavement and rolled behind the Shelby for cover. "Whoa!" he shouted as shots rang out all around him. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.

TAG: Sentinel, Beast, Nick

Glossary
Mon defante mamere: My poor sainted grandmother (refers to someone who's passed away).
Un couyon: A crazy/stupid person.

 

IC: Monty Fox
Outside the Apartment of Xander Salina

As soon as he heard gunshots, Monty immediately dropped his body to the pavement, making sure that he still held on to the crowbar in his hand in case he had to use it on something other than the car, particularly a head. He scrambled over to get behind the car and shield his body from stray bullets, and found himself next to the Cajun that was with them.

"This is not what I had in mind," he said to himself, yet his voice was easily audible to the Cajun.

Monty didn't plan on getting mixed up in everything like this. He hated the mafia, he made a vow never to get involved in such dealings, yet here he was, in the middle of a gunfight hiding behind a car that he was fixing to help destroy. If cars could think and act by themselves, he was sure that this car would have gotten revenge on the men and drove off, leaving them unprotected and, eventually, dead. If cars could think.

"Baseball bat all you got?" Monty asked Matt, inquiring if the man had any firearms on him.

Tag: Randy1012, blubeast1237

 

OOC: Sorry, I was confused I'll have a post up later.

 

IC: Maggie Sutton
Club Soul; Downtown LA

Henry Gorgiono smiled across the dinner table at Maggie, and she grinned back at him, keeping her eyes looking seductively at his as she took a drink from her wine glass. She was looking for a good time tonight, and usually when she wanted something like that, she had no trouble getting it.

Henry was dressed in a suit of the Gorgiono family colors, red shirt, black suit. The Gorgionos were a well-known mafia family, and that was part of the reason why Maggie agreed to go out with Henry. She didn't want to upset any mafia members, but she had to be honest. He was really easy on the eyes.

"So...uh, Maggie, you like racing huh?" he asked, and she noticed beads of sweat forming on his face. She smiled, trying her best to comfort him. If this was going to work, he couldn't be a nervous wreck.

"I like to go fast, if that's what you're asking," she replied with a smile and a wink.

Tag: Beasty

 

Matt Therrien
Outside Xander Salina's Apartment

"Baseball bat all you got?" Monty asked Matt, inquiring if the man had any firearms on him.

Matt looked over at Monty and nodded. "'Fraid so, podna," he replied, raising his voice so the other man could hear him. "I don't use guns 'less I got no other choice."

He risked a glance over the hood of the car, observing the firefight for a moment, before quickly ducking back down. "I got the faiblesse," the Cajun muttered, shaking his head as he tried to calm himself down.

Clutching the bat tighter, he looked over at the black man again. "We gotta get outta here, podna. These guys're bracque for true, and I ain't lookin' to get myself shot over some stupid turf war."

TAG: Sentinel

Glossary
Podna: Partner.
I got the faiblesse: I feel like fainting.
Bracque: Crazy.

 

IMPORTANT NOTICE: Everyone, I may not be able to update quite as frequently as I'd like. The reason for this is simply this: my wife's waters broke at 3 a.m. on Saturday morning. The problem is that she's only 27 weeks pregnant, could go into labor at any time, and has been hospitalised as a result -- since the baby hasn't finished growing at this stage and there is a very great danger of permanent damage if there's an infection of any kind. My son or daughter (I don't know which yet) will, if born ahead of time, have to stay in hospital for the better part of the next three months. Both the pregnancy and my child's life will literally be a day-to-day prospect. As such my head's probably not going to be in the best space over the next three months, but I do promise to keep up with this (I'm chewing up Valuable Work Resources to be running these characters/games in any event. ) In the meantime, can I ask people to please have patience and keep us in your prayers. As at this morning, mother and baby are both doing okay.

 

OOC: Sorry to hear about that Saint. Hope all goes well.

IC: Xander Salina
His Apartment

Xander heard the gun shot and dropped down to the floor of his apartment. He army crawled his way over to the window that looked down upon the car storage. Z put his head up really fast and quickly brought it down. When he felt no shattering glass he chanced a glance outside. Two Malone?s stepped out of their cars and began to open fire on Ray. Ray returned the fire and Xander watched as most of the bullets flew past him into the car lot. Xand groaned.

Z crawled over to his bed and reached under it. He felt around for a case and when he found it he sighed. Ever since he had gotten into the car jacking business he had vowed to never let himself go undefended. He opened the case. Z gazed down upon a black metallic beauty. Before him lay his clean and ready Heckler & Koch USP. He had taught himself how to use it and had even purchased a silencer if the need for one aroused.

Xander crawled to his door and out. He wasn?t noticed by any of the mobsters so he stayed down and hid next to the stairs. He kept his gun on Ray, because he already hadn?t made any friends with them and he might as well not make two enemies.

Tag: Blu

 

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.

 

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

 

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

 

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.

 

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

 

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 t

 

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

 

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

 

Beast, you totally stole my idea...