LIke I said, cue rain and thunder.
"I can't remember the last time I had a good night of sleep."
-
"Well.. can't say I ever have.."
This was no world of good fortune, everyone is to fend for themselves and those that couldn't handle the truth would swallow their sorrow with a bottle of cheap shelf vodka.
A thunderous roar pitched the eerily vacant streets.
The rain was particularly taut tonight, made evident by the film of thaw that shod the thin window pane.
A cold winter gust would sweep through this assailable residential complex, seeping into the poorly isolated apartments, it was icy to say the least.
"That loose sediment could make for trenching, keep an eye on it.. we wouldn't want anyone to creep up on us."
--
"Alright.. gotcha'."
Ian whispered under his breath as it condensed in the freezing air.
His interlink-comm was connected to a 'colleague' - they're all just payed Merc's, what is important to understand, in Nightcity you can't trust anybody but yourself.
If the price is right even those that you'd consider 'best-friends' will run a dagger in your back.
Another thing one will have to learn: There is always a bigger fish.
The faint clicking of a vo-coder's echo bounced along the walls of this gloomy city street.
Reflecting in a puddle of sullied rainwater; an anthropomorphic silhouette.
6 glowing orbs rung down along it's helmet, almost spider-like, they wore thick kevlar, armed with high-tech weaponry.
The death-squad of Arasaka, highly modified war-machines, they're more chrome than human.
"We have to go.."
--
"Are you still here?"
Slouched by the windowsill it was only Ians eyes that peeked over the frame - that had already revealed too much.
A static spark fizzed by his head, missing by but an inch while he quickly leapt backwards away from the jalousie.
It burnt right through the glas - not even a crack, just a tiny hole that began to pipe as the wind drilled inside.
Regaining himself, he heaved his body back onto both feet and started sprinting.
He too was modified - however, fighting a losing battle was never an option, he knew to weight situations for their severity and this, this was nothing he wanted any part of.
Almost blasting the fringed wooden door out if its hinges he bashed shoulder first outside the apartment.
Ian knew, it was of utmost important to bridge some distance, maybe even get among a flock of people in which to hide in.
---
"Squad B - come in, he's headed out the complex, proceed with caution. "
They had expected so much.
Arasaka wasn't working with small-time criminals, that was the job of the police.
No, this was something far greater, maybe even a personal vendetta from the head of the family himself.
They wanted Ian, dead or alive, preferably dead, serve his head on a platter and toss his body in a ditch.
"10-4, proceeding with caution."
---
Even at this hour Night City was never asleep.
Street Vendors selling food, drug dealers, gangs and cartels.
The streets were bustling of shady folks who look to make a quick buck by either thievery or fraud.
The neon signs basked the wet streets in a colorful gleam as their luminescence dimly mirrored on the reflective concrete.
Veiling in the shadows is hard, but not impossible.
Ian pulled up his hoodie and quicky mixed into a group of stragglers that were walking with eachother.
Gang affiliates who wouldn't have some stranger mixing into them at random.
They pushed him and exclaimed.
"What's your problem, choom?!"
Ian glared at the gangsters, hoping they hadn't just compromised his escape.
"Listen, I'll pay yo--"
In a fracture the thugs were slugged down by a heap of gunfire, a bullet grazing his cheek as it ricochet of a vendors metal tea-kettle.
Glancing over at the little shop, he saw the owner mixed up in the altercation and shot down in cold blood.
Ian took a sharp right into an alley, charging away without much of second thought.
His conscience raced back and forth, he was at fault.
Then a dead end.
"So.. this is it then.."
He heard their heavy booted footsteps closing in once more, there was nowhere to run.
This was it, face them or die.
He readied himself, on his hip a meekly pistol of low caliber, probably won't even penetrate their kevlar.
The built tension would now come to a release, the seething rage building ever so gradually as he prepared to charge.
"Fuck yo-"
A thick metal door swung open behind him, a hand latching onto his shoulder before pulling him inside.
-------------
Hello and welcome, this is no longer part of the story but the Admin speaking.
The names Resistance, as you might have figured, this Roleplay revolves around Cyberpunk.
Fear not if you have very little knowledge of the lore, I tend to not influence the RP directly with a bunch of things you wouldn't know.
I just really like the setup.
Since you have taken the time to read the story above I would first like to thank you:
Thanks for taking the time.
So, what I am planning to work on is a sort of David and Goliath story, running from authority and power.
Setting up and striking back twice as hard.
This will include lots of downfalls and desperation, expect Mature themes, like Drugs, Violence and Sex.
Of course, I am intending to implement your character, whoever it is into this story, so please, shy not away or think it doesn't fit, we surely can make it.
I'll be hosting this entire thing, expect several 'NPCs' and Plot twists within the actual story itself.
I am no stranger to killing of characters when they are currently at their peak or lowest, of course, this does not include either of our main-players, unless it is previously discussed.
What I value from you as a partner, respect, boundaries and most of all enthusiasm.
Anyways, for further questions do not be afraid to ask either in comments or pm.
Have a good day!
"I can't remember the last time I had a good night of sleep."
-
"Well.. can't say I ever have.."
This was no world of good fortune, everyone is to fend for themselves and those that couldn't handle the truth would swallow their sorrow with a bottle of cheap shelf vodka.
A thunderous roar pitched the eerily vacant streets.
The rain was particularly taut tonight, made evident by the film of thaw that shod the thin window pane.
A cold winter gust would sweep through this assailable residential complex, seeping into the poorly isolated apartments, it was icy to say the least.
"That loose sediment could make for trenching, keep an eye on it.. we wouldn't want anyone to creep up on us."
--
"Alright.. gotcha'."
Ian whispered under his breath as it condensed in the freezing air.
His interlink-comm was connected to a 'colleague' - they're all just payed Merc's, what is important to understand, in Nightcity you can't trust anybody but yourself.
If the price is right even those that you'd consider 'best-friends' will run a dagger in your back.
Another thing one will have to learn: There is always a bigger fish.
The faint clicking of a vo-coder's echo bounced along the walls of this gloomy city street.
Reflecting in a puddle of sullied rainwater; an anthropomorphic silhouette.
6 glowing orbs rung down along it's helmet, almost spider-like, they wore thick kevlar, armed with high-tech weaponry.
The death-squad of Arasaka, highly modified war-machines, they're more chrome than human.
"We have to go.."
--
"Are you still here?"
Slouched by the windowsill it was only Ians eyes that peeked over the frame - that had already revealed too much.
A static spark fizzed by his head, missing by but an inch while he quickly leapt backwards away from the jalousie.
It burnt right through the glas - not even a crack, just a tiny hole that began to pipe as the wind drilled inside.
Regaining himself, he heaved his body back onto both feet and started sprinting.
He too was modified - however, fighting a losing battle was never an option, he knew to weight situations for their severity and this, this was nothing he wanted any part of.
Almost blasting the fringed wooden door out if its hinges he bashed shoulder first outside the apartment.
Ian knew, it was of utmost important to bridge some distance, maybe even get among a flock of people in which to hide in.
---
"Squad B - come in, he's headed out the complex, proceed with caution. "
They had expected so much.
Arasaka wasn't working with small-time criminals, that was the job of the police.
No, this was something far greater, maybe even a personal vendetta from the head of the family himself.
They wanted Ian, dead or alive, preferably dead, serve his head on a platter and toss his body in a ditch.
"10-4, proceeding with caution."
---
Even at this hour Night City was never asleep.
Street Vendors selling food, drug dealers, gangs and cartels.
The streets were bustling of shady folks who look to make a quick buck by either thievery or fraud.
The neon signs basked the wet streets in a colorful gleam as their luminescence dimly mirrored on the reflective concrete.
Veiling in the shadows is hard, but not impossible.
Ian pulled up his hoodie and quicky mixed into a group of stragglers that were walking with eachother.
Gang affiliates who wouldn't have some stranger mixing into them at random.
They pushed him and exclaimed.
"What's your problem, choom?!"
Ian glared at the gangsters, hoping they hadn't just compromised his escape.
"Listen, I'll pay yo--"
In a fracture the thugs were slugged down by a heap of gunfire, a bullet grazing his cheek as it ricochet of a vendors metal tea-kettle.
Glancing over at the little shop, he saw the owner mixed up in the altercation and shot down in cold blood.
Ian took a sharp right into an alley, charging away without much of second thought.
His conscience raced back and forth, he was at fault.
Then a dead end.
"So.. this is it then.."
He heard their heavy booted footsteps closing in once more, there was nowhere to run.
This was it, face them or die.
He readied himself, on his hip a meekly pistol of low caliber, probably won't even penetrate their kevlar.
The built tension would now come to a release, the seething rage building ever so gradually as he prepared to charge.
"Fuck yo-"
A thick metal door swung open behind him, a hand latching onto his shoulder before pulling him inside.
-------------
Hello and welcome, this is no longer part of the story but the Admin speaking.
The names Resistance, as you might have figured, this Roleplay revolves around Cyberpunk.
Fear not if you have very little knowledge of the lore, I tend to not influence the RP directly with a bunch of things you wouldn't know.
I just really like the setup.
Since you have taken the time to read the story above I would first like to thank you:
Thanks for taking the time.
So, what I am planning to work on is a sort of David and Goliath story, running from authority and power.
Setting up and striking back twice as hard.
This will include lots of downfalls and desperation, expect Mature themes, like Drugs, Violence and Sex.
Of course, I am intending to implement your character, whoever it is into this story, so please, shy not away or think it doesn't fit, we surely can make it.
I'll be hosting this entire thing, expect several 'NPCs' and Plot twists within the actual story itself.
I am no stranger to killing of characters when they are currently at their peak or lowest, of course, this does not include either of our main-players, unless it is previously discussed.
What I value from you as a partner, respect, boundaries and most of all enthusiasm.
Anyways, for further questions do not be afraid to ask either in comments or pm.
Have a good day!