''We can't take no chances!'' John replied. ''And besides, he's old enough to understand something.'' He continued.
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Other: I hope you are still accepting people.Go ahead and jump on in, Ruthdor! Do you need a recap?
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OOC:what about me? I made a sign up post on page 2
Accepted, Jeff! Go ahead and start roleplaying!
(Back To RP)John looked at Louie. ''Maybe your right.'' He said. ''But we should at least leave a guy here to watch the kid, just to make sure he don't squeal.'' He walked over to a man in a dark blue suit, and whispered something into his ear. The man nodded as John returned. ''Were good to go, boys.'' He said, walking casually out the door. Outside, a black Adler Trumpf Junior (A 1930's car, typically used by mafia) was waiting. He got into the car and waited for the his guys to arrive.
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John slid a wooden bat out from under the seat. ''I got my baby riiight here.'' He chuckled, patting the bat. Louie, you drive. If we let Sunny get behind the wheel, we're dead.''
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''Not a problem, Sunny.'' John replied as the car took off down Main Street. ''Take a left down here and keep going.'' He said.
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''I don't know, Sunny.'' He looked at her. ''Good question. ''You here to help us out with the Browning's Garage job?'' He said to her.
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''Gotcha.'' John said, brandishing his baseball bat. ''If anyone shows up, yell.'' He said, closing the car door. He began to walk around the back, finding a rusty gate. Silently, he lifted the latch, opening the gate. Sure enough, a man was there. He was turning is back, thankfully. John crept up behind him. He was about to swing, when suddenly, John stepped on something, crunching under his black shoes. Broken glass! 'Didn't watch where I was going? Stupid!' He thought, as the man turned around. ''What the?! What are you doin' here?!'' The man said, pulling out a Beretta pistol. ''Hey, boys! Come watch me kill this punk!'' He yelled. Four men, dressed in black pin-striped suits and fedoras stepped through a door. They too were armed. John dived for cover as the man shot. BLAM! BLAM! The bullets whizzed past John, barely missing his head. John pulled his .44 Magnum. BLAM! BLAM! He couldn't see what he was shooting at, but just by the sound he knew he had hit one of them.
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John opened the back of the car, pulling out an MP40. Running around the corner, he began firing at the men. ''Eat lead!'' He screamed, pulling the trigger, he let a flurry of bullets fly at the men. Blood sprayed from wounds in their bodies as they fell to the ground, screaming in pain. ''Alright!'' John yelled. ''Bust these cars up before the cops show up!'' He yelled over his shoulder.
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Sorry! I'll be gone for two weeks! Going on a trip. I'll try to get on here and then, if I ever get the time. Be back next Friday!
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(Back for now. Like I said, I can be on from time to time!)
John grabbed his baseball bat off the ground, which he had dropped. Walking up to a red Bolt Cousing 211, he began smashing.
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John finished smashing the car, which was now in ruins. ''Ok, Chrysta, take the baseball bat and start smashin' these cars. I'll watch for cops!'' He unholstered his .44 Magnum and stood next to the gate.
(The thugs are dead, now.)
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Police sirens sounded in the distance. ''Here they come!'' John yelled, running towards Chrysta. ''Let's get outta here!'' He continued as he ran towards the getaway car.
(Will be active for two days)
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The car sped off down the road, it's tires screeching.
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Ello, please fill in your character details!
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Name: Ashpaw
Age: 8 Months (About 13 Years Old in Human Years)
Mentor: Longtail
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Skills: Fast, Agile, Strong,
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Accepted! If we don't get anyone else in the thread soon, we'll start the roleplay!
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I want to join your Roleplay my cat:
Name:TimurClaw
:Gender TomCat
Age:33 Moons
Rank:Warrior
Appearance:Dark Brown Furred cat dark patches of fur on his paw.
Personality :Arrogant Strong Willed And Brave
History :When He was abandoned as a Rouge he Was adopted by a rouge named Kath .Dogs Attacked Kathy And Timur The attack killed Kath and drove timur to near death he will risk his life to the clan and protect his friends.:Family Mother Deceased Father Alive.
Other:Has A Scar On this Head And HindlegYou can join, but first, I must correct you on something. You said your characters were both over 30 moons old, which is the age of a full-grown Warrior. This is a roleplay about apprentices. They must be from 6-12 moons old at least. If you don't want to change the ages of these characters, you must make new ones. Thanks!
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Accepted, we can RP now.