|
|
Fury
May 27, 2018 1:35:10 GMT
Post by Pretty Flacko on May 27, 2018 1:35:10 GMT
New York was a city of vices that tipped the scales wherever you looked, and swallowed you alive wherever you didn’t. What was once referred to as the “Capital of the World,” was now a nesting ground for wannabe crooks and villains; it was a tired little place where people debauched the fairy-tale idea of the American Dream and turned it into something far more dissolute. Where honesty and righteousness were once considered among the most venerable of qualities for a man to possess, people had more recently begun to glorify the nefarious and sinfully wicked. Everyone wanted to be rich and famous, and they couldn’t help but respect those that had the courage to kill for it. It was this kind of place that fostered criminals like Nike.
Ever since he was young, it was all he could wish for to grow up to be a gangster. He admired their freedom, their lavish ways of living, and the fact that they did whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. It was this kind of celebrity lifestyle that Nike had always sought to achieve, and it was for this reason that he ventured into the criminal underworld, hoping to make a name for himself. Not long after his debut, as if to reward his effort and amplify his ambitions, Nike was welcomed into the Fang Organization following a favorable performance during the Grand Heist that swept Chinatown.
Rather than to be reviled as another run of the mill low-life miscreant, he felt he was part of something bigger. Given the opportunity to rise through the ranks of his organization, Nike believed that he could have clout like he never dreamed of. It was like he’d gotten the Golden ticket – Fang was the Chocolate Factory, and Deathpierce was Willy Freaking Wonka.
Though he could never put it into words, the haughty teen was more grateful to her than he’d like to admit. She was the one who recognized his potential and welcomed him in, and Nike always thought to repay her through his actions. Unfortunately, his performances after joining the Organization were less than stellar. Not long after the Grand Heist, Nike found himself in a little snafu when he discovered that the fledgling hero Kuvira witnessed his murder of a group of gangsters. Nike was forced to fight her and deal with an entire squadron of police while his Stamina was already drained from the previous killings. The fight placed a heavy burden on his body, until he eventually found himself caught between a rock in a hard place – literally. That day, Nike had garnered a lot of unwanted notoriety while barely managing to escape with his life.
However, it was Nike’s most recent failure that weighed on him the heaviest. Upon receiving an invite from the infamous Lucas Family, Nike decided to participate in their plan to confront the Hero Association and consolidate more power. However, during the event, Nike was pitted in a battle alone against a team of three other Heroes. He fought the good fight for as long as he could, however the unfavorable conditions of the environment inevitably took their toll; not only was he outnumbered, but Nike’s stamina had been depleted once again, this time as a result of enduring a harsh desert arena. Nike would eventually succumb and fall unconscious to a leisurely kick to his torso.
Under the circumstances, Nike was hard-pressed to perform any better, however he didn’t see it that way. He was a prideful young man, and he took it as a personal failure that he was unable to secure at least one kill against his opponent. Although Fang viewed his Quirk as demonstrating Superlative ability, Nike felt that it meant nothing if he couldn’t garner favorable results.
It was this despondence that led to his current slump…
|
|
|
|
Fury
May 27, 2018 1:41:20 GMT
Post by Pretty Flacko on May 27, 2018 1:41:20 GMT
A week after his failure in Brooklyn’s Botanical Gardens, we find Nike aimlessly cruising down the block, weaving through the crowded nighttime streets of Chelsea Manhattan. Up until now, Nike had been pursued by the police for the crimes he committed in Brooklyn a month ago. It was to the point that he briefly went into hiding and stayed over at his comrade, Drayce’s apartment in Chinatown. Fortunately, due to the mess created by the Lucas Family in the Gardens, a lot of the heat on Nike had died down and he could move around more freely again. Rather than to remain cooped up any longer, Nike took to the streets in an effort to clear his mind. However, without any clear destination, Nike was clueless on how to appease his boredom. And so, his absent-minded wandering led him from Drayce’s apartment all the way to Lower-West Side Manhattan.
On his way over, Nike noticed several couples and young adults walking around in casual dress wear. He suddenly got to thinking, and remembered that one of his seniors in High School worked in the city at night, not too far from his current location. The guy was a promoter at a high-end club, the kind of place where celebrities and beautiful girls could be spotted on a nightly basis. The night was still young, and with nothing better to do, he gave his friend a call.
“Hello?”
“Yerr. it’s Nike man, what’s going on.”
“Hey man, what’s up? It’s been a while.”
“Yeah, tell me about it. Hey listen, you working tonight?”
“Huh, yeah, why what’s up?”
“Ah, nothing, I was just thinking of stopping by. You still at the same place?”
“Yeah, same place. Come through bro, it’s been a minute.”
“You can get me in? I don’t have any ID.”
“Bro, I got you. Come through.”
“Bet.”
And with that, he made his way to the club. Though Nike was never the type to drown in his sorrows, he discovered a new-found appreciation for alcohol and cigarettes in his depression. Before long, Nike would arrive at his destination in the West Village. Though he’d never been there, he knew that he got the right place when he saw the line that stretched around the block. Luckily for him, his buddy was already waiting outside, anticipating his arrival. The two dapped each other up, and then maneuvered towards the back of the line, though they had no intention of waiting to get in. Thankfully, his friend had a fool-proof plan to get Nike in right away – all they had to do was approach and talk to some of the more attractive girls waiting towards the back. After a few minutes of talking and winning them over, Nike and his friend would invite them to skip the line and come in with the two of them, to the reserved tables that waited inside.
As a promoter, Nike’s friend’s job was to bring in as many beautiful women to produce an ideal guy-to-girl ratio. So when the two of them walked to the entrance with a group of girls, his boy spoke to the bouncers and convinced them to let everyone in without too many questions. It was as simple as that.
Once inside, Nike had a table, bottles, and the girls to entertain him. As soon as he sat down, he poured himself a cup and got to enjoying the night. Though the club scene was unfamiliar to him (he’s still underage after all), Nike acclimated well. Nike let go of all his darker thoughts along with his inhibitions, dancing to the music that played. Sure enough, the place lived up to its reputation. The club was packed, but not so terribly that people were packed in like sardines.
Eventually, after all the drinks, he had to make a trip to the restroom. However, when he walked in, he was shocked at what he saw. The room was crowded, almost as much as the dancefloor outside. Guys were huddled together snorting lines of Bieber and rolling molly. Nike wasn’t unfamiliar with drugs per say, but he was surprised to know that it was such a big part of the night-life. For some reason, that sight sparked a vague idea in his mind. Nike would thereafter finish his business before making his way out of the bathroom to find his friend and ask him a few questions. After a minute or so, he happened to spot his buddy making conversation with someone else, however Nike would approach them regardless.
After being introduced and enduring a few minutes of idle chatter, Nike’s friend had to rush off to some other part of the club, leaving Nike and the new guy alone. Unexpectedly however, they hit it off, and this meeting would go on to open up several financial opportunities for Nike.
As it turns out, the new guy was a dealer and supplier, and a big one at that. He was apparently one of the bigger underground names in Lower Manhattan. The guy went by the nickname, Fury. Fury had connected across several boroughs and though his business was primarily based in the city, he had been trying to get more established in the other boroughs. Nike wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the fact that they had managed to strike up a quick friendship, but Fury was surprisingly open with him about what he did for a living. With that, Nike felt safe enough to half-jokingly inquire as to whether or not Fury needed some help getting established in Brooklyn. However, before they could delve any further into their conversation, the two were approached by a group of three guys who seemed to have some kind of beef with Fury.
Insults were passed back and forth, until the taunts extended to a physical shoulder check from the three stooges. As much as he wanted to put them down, Nike couldn’t do so in the middle of the club. Causing a scene like that was just asking for trouble, and he didn’t want to cause a scene in his friend’s place of work. Talented as he was, Nike taunted the other guys and convinced them to follow him and Fury outside, where they could “talk” more freely. The idiots followed, nearly stumbling out the door as they all rounded a corner and entered a side alley not a block away from the club. Without waiting for them to say another word, Nike turned and swung at the first guy, breaking his jaw in that brief moment of surprise. Apparently Fury wasn’t much of a fighter, and even if he was, he probably wouldn’t be any help in his current inebriated state. Therefore, Nike took it upon himself to fight the three goons. It was three on one – a nearly identical situation to that time in the Botanical Gardens, when he was pitted against the Black Panther Party. Tips as he was, Nike unconsciously released his pent-up anger at the group of Heroes, and directed it at the three hoodlums. His anger would lead him to be especially ruthless…
He beat the shit out them without mercy. They could all come at him at once, but their drunken street fighting was nothing to his battle-hardened experience. Having fought with his life on the line multiple times in the past, Nike was able to make quick work of the group. Punch after punch, and kick after kick, the beating didn’t stop until one of the men drew a knife to intimidate Nike. That was perhaps the absolute worst move they could have made. Within a matter of seconds, Nike would skillfully disarm the man who thrust his blade towards Nike’s chest. Afterwards, with the knife now in his possession, Nike would slash back and forth, cutting into his opponents as accurately as he could. Two of the goons would suffer fatal injuries as he slit their throats, while he took the last one down by thrusting the knife through his heart. And with that, the three of them fell to the ground and bled out in that alley.
Breathing heavily from the exhaustion, Nike turned to check on Fury, who was behind him throwing his guts up next to a dumpster. Fury insisted it was because he was drunk, and not because of the horrific scene that unfolded right before his eyes, though Nike teased him otherwise. The two of them proceeded to get out of there, making their way back to the East Side before they got in any more trouble.
“Guh…Good looking out man. I appreciate the help, but are you sure you wanna get involved like this?”
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t know who those guys were, do you?”
“Three drunken losers. Who cares?”
“Haha, well, as it turns out, they were members of gang that’s been looking to take me out of the game for a while now. It was our bad luck that we ran into them here of all places. I’ve been ducking them just fine up until now, but with this, they’ll have the perfect reason to go after us now.”
“Us?”
“Yeah, dog. You wanted to get in the game, right? You wanted to make money moves, well I got you. But you’re gonna have to keep me alive until I can put you on, right? One way or another, they’re gonna come after us both. We might as well stick this out together.”
“How are they going to know anything when I just took out their only witnesses?”
“Haha, their information network is crazy man. They’re sure to find out eventually, though you might have bought us some time back there.”
“Ah, man. Looks like I got myself involved in something serious, huh?”
“I’d say the shit just hit the fan, brother.”
“Haha, alright, I’m sold. I’ll work with you. I’ll protect you until you set me up in Brooklyn.”
With that, the two of them exchanged phone numbers before going their separate ways. Nike headed back to Drayce’s apartment, while Fury went his own way. Sure enough, this was only the start of the trouble these two would brew together.
To Be Continued …
Total Word Count: 2,338Intermediate Objective: Commit a Crime (Killing 3 People) - Completed
Nike has the Fang Trait, which grants him 50% more Fame for Fame worthy Events
Nike has the Villains Pub Trait, which grants him 50% more Gold and EXP for worthy Events
|
|
|
|
Fury
Jun 1, 2018 4:02:34 GMT
Post by Zeed on Jun 1, 2018 4:02:34 GMT
the interaction you hafd with fang is entertaining you gain:
30 Fame| 95 EXP| 750 Gold
|
|
