NSWRPF Archive Cowboy Bebop - The Outlaw Sessions

IC: Vladimir Chortkov
Club Beeblebrox, Third Floor

Vladimir had been waiting for Kitty to speak when the door opened. He exclaimed obscenities and kicked the door shut behind the guy.

?I thought that door was locked.?

His guns were up and pointing at the man, who also had a gun out, as he directed the statement at Kitty. The man started to circle around to the stairs, but Vlad held his ground. He made sure the man didn?t get to close and tried to get him to lower his gun.

?This gun is semi-automatic, alright? You fire and I will pull the triggers instinctively. That one shot may or may not kill me, but I will most certainly kill you. One of yours, will be matched with around ten of mine. Do you really want to take that chance??

Vladimir glanced over at Kitty and Spade, for help and then at the stairs for it as well.

Tag: All

 

IC: Kitty Larme.
Club Beeblebrox, Third Floor

Narrowing her eyes dangerously, Kitty finally stood up from her crouching position. People couldn?t just point a gun at one of the crew members and have Kate smile down upon them. Unless she was holding the gun of course?

?Say his bullets don?t kill you if you shoot with enough accuracy? She said, blowing her black and white bangs out of her eyes ?Mine will, guaranteed.?

She seized the stranger up, reading him. Either late twenties or early thirties, most likely. The way he held his gun told her he knew what he was doing, there was no panic on his eyes, so he was probably a professional. The girl sighed.

?Listen? she started ?So far I see three of us and only one on your side? gods know if there?s someone else in that room, but frankly I couldn?t care less. No offence, but you?re of no interest for us. Still we can?t let you walk by, not yet. Just? stay put for a seco-?

Her sharp senses made her shut up. Glass breaking, metal hitting ground? Not again?

?All right, Vlad? We need to find cover, now? her mind was racing now. Brother really needed to learn to call out his moves before doing this kind of crap. ?For crying out loud? she snapped at the man, still pointing his magnum at them ?Put that cursed thing down before I shoot three holes through your skull?

Electric blue eyes fixed themselves upon the stranger warningly before looking up at the much taller Russian man ?We need to move, now!? she hissed nervously.

Tag: Third floor..

 

IC: Jonathan Kane
Club Beeblebrox; 3rd Floor

Kane continued to move closer to the steps, ignoring the boy, boy because of the way he had tried to intimidate Kane and by the looks of him, he was young. Not lowering his gun and holding it pointed directly at the boy's head, Kane stopped as a younger girl popped out from behind the steps. His eyes widened as he looked down her petite body.

?Say his bullets don?t kill you if you shoot with enough accuracy. Mine will, guaranteed." She said in a catlike tone. He frowned at the threat and rolled his eyes. Another two bit bounty hunter trying to scare him.

Once again, he was being given a lesson in math by her pointing out how many of them there were and how he wouldn't stand a chance against them. He blocked her out and continued to walk forward, they wouldn't shoot him, and if they did, he would take care of the boy first, taking someone with him.

?For crying out loud! Put that cursed thing down before I shoot three holes through your skull.? She ordered.

Kane smiled as her eyes locked onto him, "Like whatcha see, girly?" He stopped and lowered his gun. They did out number him and it didn't seem like he was going anywhere until they got whatever they had come for. "You know Barnaby is dead, right? You holding me up isn't doing **** right now. He's still dead and you guy's aren't getting your bounty, at least not getting all of it."

Tag: All

 

IC: Kitty Larme.
Club Beeblebrox, Third Floor

"Like whatcha see, girly?"

Kitty raised an eyebrow, a slow smirk crossing her face.

?Meh, not bad, but I?ve seen better? she answered, sparing the man a look before starting to look around quickly.

"You know Barnaby is dead, right? You holding me up isn't doing **** right now. He's still dead and you guy's aren't getting your bounty, at least not getting all of it."

Now the girl?s smirk faded as she slowly caressed the trigger on her left hand.

?Yeah, I heard that?? she finally answered, chewing on her lip thoughtfully. Finally, she produced her comm and sighed heavily.

?Nestor? I?m positive now? Some bastard killed our bounty? Her eyes narrowed as they darted to the door.

?What do you think, Vlad, Spade?? she asked, still looking at the door ?Is the person who ruined our fun still behind that door?? her eyes darted back to the man, who had thankfully lowered his gun ?Or is he standing right in front of me??

Tag: Third floor..

 

OOC: I'll post later today. But, wouldn't the flash grenades gone off by now?

 

IC: Vladimir Chortkov
Club Bebblebrox, Third Floor

The man kept moving towards the stairs, after clearly being told to quit moving. This guy was really pissing Vlad off.

?You think we are kidding, huh? You see two kids who aren?t going to hurt you? Think again, buddy. I won?t hesitate to drop you if you run. And if I haven?t convinced you, think about this. My dad is the head of the Russian mafia. He is one of the most cruel, persistent and deadly men I have ever met. And I have met a lot of people. Although we don?t share the same ideas, I still inherited his cruelty, his persistence and his deadliness.

I will ****ing kill you. Then, if you still want to try and do something, think some more. If my dad finds out about you killing me, and trust me he will, then he will ****ing hunt you down and kill you and your entire family, if a scum bag like you has one. You got that b***tard.?

Vladimir stared into the man's eyes and he meant. He hoped that the man saw it.

Tag: beast and Moon

 

Miles Costello
Club Beeblebrox - Fire Escape

At the captain's ordered, Miles headed out to the fire escape (waving the cash register a sad goodbye - and a promise that he would return to it). He headed up, encountering on the third floor a big black man and an old fellow with a rifle.

"I guess you'd be the guys Cap'n was talking to over his radio?" he asked. "I'm Miles Costello. New kid on the team." He extended his hand for a handshake.

Tag: Reynar, Winged

 

IC: Brother
Fire Escape

Brother took notice of someone heading up towards him and Hideo on the fire escape, and instinctively reached for the Indomitable Snowman, but thought against it since this young man was obviously a friendly.

"I guess you'd be the guys Cap'n was talking to over his radio?" he asked as he climbed off the ladder. "I'm Miles Costello. New kid on the team." He extended his hand for a handshake, but Brother gave him a friendly (and particularly hard, as Brother oftentimes misjudged his own strength) pat on the shoulder.

"Hope you like explosions," he said, lifting up the RPG in his hand. "Stick with me, and you'll see plenty of 'em."

Tag: Hammur, Winged

 

OOC: An excellent observation, Mr. Elu! THis shall be remedied in today's forthcoming update.

 

OOC: Apparently I misjudged the hecticness of yesterday, I shall post today instead...as of...right now.

Ace Kinner IC:
Location ~Fire Escape Nearby Club Beeblebrox

Ace had left the Club a few moments previous on orders from Nestor. Orders! That was right, he finally had some orders from a team mate...a team leader. A team that he was finally, for once, a part of.

You hear that, Minny the Mino? he thought to himself rather jovially as he reached the fire escape that he was told to go to with Miles, Orders! I finally got some! Now, you and me, we're finally going places! And we'll show 'em we can really take care of business! Ace and Minny the Mino forever! Hm...now I have that song stuck in my head. Good, don't need to bother with a radio then!

And so, Ace Kinner moved up the fire escape while inside his head the very old song of "Takin' Care of Business!" was playing round and round. Of course, this sadly gave him the idea that his head had become a makeshift radio and could tune into certain frequencies...who knows what he'd do with that theory in the future...probably annoy his new friends...not that he thought so.

They'll be so impressed, Minny the Mino!

Finally, Ace caught up with Miles and saw the two others that were said to already be there. One that looked rather like a big teddy bear with a friendly smile and the other like a guy from one of his dreams from his past. Ace always remembered his dreams.

Maybe he's special or something..Maybe since I dreamed of him...he's a God?

Of course, which was which, can only be guessed at this point as Ace was taking in the whole area quickly and was only seemingly half paying attention, though somehow still absorbing everything. One of those types who never looks like they're paying attention when they were.

"Hello, I'm Ace Kinner as well! Who are you two?" he asked happily after Miles and one of the two others greeted each other.

Tag: Miles, "Brother," & Hideo

 

OOC: As promised, the big update!

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[b]IC: The Flashbang Grenades[/b]
[i]Third Floor[/i]

With the windows out of the way, two of the grenades rolled into the centre of the room. The third one went on a wild trip, and were it a living being, it might've thought something along these lines:

[i]Weeeee! Wow, this is fun! Ooh, table! Bounce! Ooh, chair! Bounce! Eew, corpse, let's leave that alone.[/i]

Through some miracle of physics, the grenade bounced into and out of a chink in the far wall. It soared diagonally across to a whirring fan up above, spinning like a top on a blade before centrifugal force flung it. Like the Hand of God Himself were pitching a hardball, the lone flash grenade soared over the heads of everyone at the top of the stairs.

Hitting another light, this time a lone, old bulb, on it's last flicker, it stopped. The glass fell with a light, pleasant crash, and the grenade stopped on the steps between Nestor's crew and the former captives and killer.

One thing went through everyone's mind as they stared, incredulous. Well, two things:

[i]No way."

And,

[i]Good arm.[/i]

With a loud bang, all the grenades went off.

[b]Tag: All[/b]

 

IC: Vladimir Chortkov
Club Beeblebrox, Third Floor

Vladimir still had his guns up. But his mind began to wander. Specifically to the grenades. He realized he heard silence. This silence was to be short-lived and Vlad recognized a small pop. It was the pop before Brother?s specific brand of Stun Grenades went off. Vladimir jumped backwards and let his gun hands go slack. He brought the freed appendages to his ears and yelled.

?Down!?

When he landed he was confronted with immediate and blinding pain. He had landed hard on his back and he was in agony. His left hand had moved from his ear to break his fall and had struck the edge of glass. He cried out in pain. The real fireworks began after that. Vladimir had one hand covering his ear and one cradled to his body with a piece of glass gleaming in the edge of the palm. His left gun was laying on the ground discarded. Vlad made no move to get it.

After the initial bang, he was confronted with deafening sound. From what Vladimir knew of Brother, the blast was 180 decibels. Although the explosion was non-lethal, the force blew open the door and now to add to pain to his hand back and ears, was pain to his eyes. Everything was white. His only happiness right now was that the bastard in front of him was experiencing the same.

Tag: All

 

Miles Costello
Club Beeblebrox - Third Floor

The flashbang caught Miles by surprise - though he should have been expecting it. By now, however, he'd seen enough explosions in one day that it really wasn't quite that big of a deal. The big guy seemed like a fine enough fellow; Miles appreciated a good explosion. Miles turned to him and (his jaw still hurting from Vlad's blow) smiled. "I guess that's our call to go in."

With that, Miles stepped into the building.

Tag: Reynar, Winged, Peng

 

IC: Kitty Larme.
Club Beeblebrox, Third Floor

A single thought shinned bright on Kitty?s mind before Hell broke lose on Earth?

??Oh s*hit?

?Down!? Vlad.

No need to be told twice. The girl jumped back and ducked, blanching as she saw Vlad?s gun hit the ground. She was about to go check out on her companion, when all thoughts simply lost importance, pain pushing them away.

The impact sent her on her back, not giving her a chance to break her fall, but she really, really didn?t care about that, she didn?t hurt herself that way. What she did care about was the explosion, and the pain that came with it. For example: she was completely blinded, pain blasted in her head and ears, and she could barely breathe. Her oversensitive senses were overwhelmed.

Forgetting all about her gun, the stranger in front of her, her companion or her job, Kitty curled up in one side and screamed in agony and fright. She screamed until the air left her lungs and her throat was sore and then she simply curled up around herself, her gun a foot away from her, the hidden one digging into her ribs.

Owie.

?Gods, thoughts are back? Kitty winced, her skull suddenly too small for her brain as her head pounded horribly. She reached shakily for her gun, panting and shaking. Something warm, sleek and with coppery taste fell on her tongue. Just then she relaxed her jaw, more pain soaring through her as she realized she had been biting down on her lip.

As she had said earlier?

Owie.

Tag: Third floor.

 

IC: Jonathan Kane
Club Beeblebrox; 3rd Floor

Kane had known that the grenades were going to go off, the only edge he seemed to have had, but from raising his eyebrows at the boy's comment and observing the young women beside him, their explosion seemed to have even taken him by surprise. The first pop was all Kane needed for him to get away from the blasts. He had been the victim of these types of grenades and knew what would come after the initial pop...

Tremendous pain.

The person that had launched the grenades in the first place, seemed to have a knowledge of the weapons. The first pop was usually enough to surprise the target, but these grenades' first pop was enough to knock out someone who was too close. Even while he was stumbling forth towards the stairs, Kane could appreciate the affectiveness of the customized weapons.

He continued towards the stairs, well, where he remembered them to be, and heard a female scream very, very loud, only adding to Kane's pain while a gun hit his foot. Kane tried to go down the stairs, his gun rubbing his temple, but lost balance and ended up stumbling all the way down the stairs barely on his feet and slammed into the wall at the ends of the steps. He wanted to keep going, but the after math had already begun to take its effect as he fell to the ground and curled up like a ball. Adding to the girl's scream, the word dammit filled the air.

Tag: All

 

Miles Costello
Club Beeblebrox - Third Floor

Damn - the big guy must've meant it when he said he liked explosions. Sure, this wasn't technically an explosive, but it had apparently downed at least two people, and possibly a third, if you counted the mand that had staggered down the stairs.

Miles was stunned - not like the two people in front of him - but enough so that he dropped his gun and walked over to the two corpses. His typical desire for action flushed from him entirely. The one man he had become acquainted with downstairs, and though it hadn't been the best of introductions, Miles still felt sorry for this man and the girl lying beside him. Vlad seemed like a tough guy, and it must've taken quite a bit to take him down like this. He could only imagine how this girl - somewhat smaller than Vlad - was feeling.

Miles spat blood onto the floor (an aftereffect of the earlier blow to his jaw at the hands of Vlad), took off his sunglasses, and squatted down. "You guys okay?" he asked, "I mean - what can I do to help?"

Tag: Third Floor

 

Syd Derringer
Club Beeblebrox, Third Floor

Before anyone else could say anything, another man suddenly burst into the hallway, his gunbelt looped around the crook of his left elbow and his hands held over his eyes.

"Help! I'm blind!" the man--Kane recognized him as Syd--cried, tripping over his own feet as he stumbled out of the room Kane had vacated just moments ago. He hit the floor with a grunt. "Ow."

Syd heard movement, and he rolled up onto his side, slowly lowering his hands from his face. He peered out at whoever it was, squinting against the pain that still assailed his eyes. "Uh...hello?"

TAG: Third Floor people

 

IC: Vladimir Chortkov
Club Beeblebrox, Third Floor

Vladimir rolled over onto his stomach and tried to stand up. He bearly heard something about helping. His head was spinning so he was back on the floor. He recognized the man who was to help was the man he had punched, or Miles. He crawled over to the stairs to dizzy to stand. He still couldn?t hear very well and he was stumbling in silence. When he finally got to the stairs he pointed down to the guy on the ground.

?Yeah, make sure that guy doesn?t get up. He?s kind of a d*** so you might have to shoot him.?

Vlad let the words tumble and they came in a shaky voice. He tried shacking his head, but that made his dizziness worse. He was faintly aware of Kitty screaming about someone named Kane, maybe it was that guy or something. He ignored what she was yelling about but tried to make her stop, probably by yelling himself.

?Hey, Kitty, come on. Wake up it?s time for school.?

Vlad was leaning against the wall now. He stumbled and yelled.

?Dammit, Brother. Your grenades got bigger.?

Vlad started laughing at his accidental joke and then stopped suddenly as he thought of something. He looked at Miles seriously.

?Help me, also, by reminding me to kick the **** outta the big guy later.?

Vladimir screamed dammit again and then walked dizzily over to Kitty. He picked her up and put his arm around her.

?Hey, how are you doing? Still have ten fingers and eleven toes??

Vladimir watched a man walk into the room blinded, with a big white spot over his head. He kicked the guy, as he wasn?t a friendly, and because he figured he deserved a laugh before killing Brother and going to jail. After kicking the man, he spoke in as cheery and happy a voice he could manage.

?Hello, hostile!?

Tag: Hammur, beast, Moon, Randy, All

 

IC: Cesar Vargas
Club Beeblebrox, Third Floor

Utterly lost in all the confusion from the various bounty hunters that seemed to pop out of thin air at any given moment, Cesar groped around helplessly for some means of escape, trying his best to see through the opaque smoke emanating from the grenades but having to close his watery eyes everytime he attempted the feat.

"Hijo de puta!" he swore aloud. This was all going wrong for him, and by the current looks of things, it wasn't going to get any better any time soon.

He had to get to Tharsis quickly. Alive, if possible.

Tag: Penguinator-176

 

IC: Kitty Larme
Club Beeblebrox, Third Floor

Strong arms wrapped around her and forced her up. Kitty stumbled and whimpered, leaning heavily against whoever was holding her. Daring a little, she sniffed slightly. Vlad.

?Hey, how are you doing? Still have ten fingers and eleven toes??

?I wish I knew? she answered, willing her eyes open. She could barely see and her ears were buzzing loudly. With most of her senses gone dead at the moment, the girl felt incredibly vulnerable.

?Can anyone hand me my gun back right about now?? she asked, still leaning against Vlad. ?And stop the room from spinning while you?re at it?

Tag: Third floor

 

IC: Vladimir Chortkov
Third Floor

Vladimir glanced around the room. He noticed her firearm a few feet away. Fearing to move and upset Kitty, he reached with his long legs and slid the gun over to him. In a clever little maneuver, Vlad was able to grab the gun with his feet and then flip it up to his open hand. He maintained control of Kitty throughout, but afterwards his head throbbed.

Vlad ignored this, as he wanted to get as many of his crew moving, in case things got out of control again. He handed his teammate her gun and then grabbed her shoulders. He held her up and stood in front of her.

?I always thought that if you focused on a face it helped get over dizziness. Brother taught me that, I think. Just look at me.?

Tag: Moon, Third Floor

 

Nestor Smithson
Club Beeblebrox, Stairways

The sounds coming from the third floor did not give Nestor a good feeling. What had gone wrong now? "Damn it, this was going so well..." he muttered, drawing his revolver and heading on up the stairs himself.

What he saw as he neared the third floor was a cacophony of bodies, groaning, swearing, and stumbling. There were three new faces that worried him among the throng. This was not good.

With a loud bang, he fired his revolver into the air. "All right, everyone stand still and shut up."

Tag: Stairway people

 

Miles Costello
Club Beeblebrox - third floor

Miles stood still and shut up.

Tag: Peng, anyone

 

OOC: Had a better post in mind, but got caught by the updation.

IC: Jonathan Kane
Club Beeblebrox;2nd Floor

Kane cursed the air as the bold man walked past him and up the steps. By the time he had fired the shot and demanded that everyone shut up, Kane was already on his feet and grippng his gun with his right hand, wanting to point it at the man, but by the sound of his voice, he was the captain of this band.

Kane held his gun tightly and walked up the steps behind the man. This guy could probably answer his questions. He didn't feel like dealing with the little boy who had bragged about his daddy and the mafia. He leaned against the banister and waited for the man to speak again, while he smiled at the boy's weak attempt to get the girl to look at him.

Tag: All

 

Miles Costello
Club Beeblebrox - Third Floor

Though his attention was focused mainly on the captain, Miles couldn't help but notice the man coming up behind him. Vlad had warned him about this guy - why he hadn't shot the man then, Miles didn't know. Suffice to say, now would be the time to act; the man looked pretty menacing and Miles was concerned with the fact that the man was clutching a gun.

Miles stepped beyond the captain, drew his uzi and fired a burst of shots at the man. He hoped that would be enough. If not, well then - he'd been waiting seventeen years for damnation, and it had yet to come.

Tag: Blubeast, third floor