Raining Bullets

[The GrandMage]

Jimmy Hoffa and the Chamber of Secrets

As they passed through the dancefloor, he took time to grope a few of the women he knew were women, and were likely to fuck anything that looked twice at them. He just hoped he'd get a second look before the night was over. But, for know, he had to turn in his resignation. The fun way.

He could only grin.

He opened the 'secret' passageway to the more shady area of business his boss operated in. Jimmy knew about all of this, mostly because it was the only way to get paid. You had to go down and see the boss himself. Maybe he was paranoid, and that's what all this was for.

More likely was what Jimmy suspected: the boss was a stingy bastard that made Ebeneezer Scrooge look like Mr. Charity.

He shrugged, and pulled out a hip flask, unscrewing the top and removing two pens fron his jacket as they walked. He opened one of the pens, pulling out the inside, which was actually a small detonator. He shoved it into the plactic explosives that filled the flask, and put the pen cover away. He clicked the second pen once, and a small light at the end of the detonator started blinking. He shoved it all the way back into the flask, and screwed the top back on, shoving the pen under his wristwatch band, and holding the flask in one hand. He leaned against the wall next to a door that read 'The Mngmt,' nodding to Forte as he slowly drew his gun.

 

[The_high_king]

The screw-up

I nodded to Jimmy, and slowly turned the doorknob. Just then, some alarms went, and shouts of an intruder echoed throught the hall. Every door in the hall was busted open, and mobsters ran out. They pointed their guns at us, ready to turn us into swiss cheese. A man in a sliky purple suit stood in the middle, and lit a cigar. He smiled with his gleaming white teeth, and chuckled, it was Mr. Fancy. He talked to us in a deep voice that was too charming for a mobster, "I'm sorry boys, but Grandiosso isn't here right now. Please set up an appointment with his secretary in hell." He took out his two golden berretas, and then seemed to notice something, "Jimmy?! what the hell do you think your doing?! are you a fucking turn-coat now, or something?!". Jimmy didn't answer, "what the fuck?! you fucking dead now man". He smiled again, and made the command, "make'em an ugly red boys". We rolled to opposite sides, and the action was on.

 

[The GrandMage]

Jimmy- In a Tight Spot

If he could talk, this is about the time the word 'In-fucking-credible' would have escaped his lips. But for the moment, he had better things to do. He shoved Forte through the door into Grandiosso's room, dropping the flask as he dived in.

He managed to kick the doot closed as about a hundred bullets ripped through the hallway. Hurriedly, he clicked the pen, and a loud explosion was heard as the entire club shoo, the door was blown off it's hinges, nad slammed into the far wall.

Jimmy sat up, and looked back into the hall. It was not a pretty sight. He smiled, and pulled the pen clear, kissing it before sliding it in his pocket and standing, looking around the small room as he realized it was filled with more goons.

He mouthed the words 'Oh shit'.

Unbeknownst to them, Mr. Fancy-pants had escaped. What a bastard.

 

[mfucker]

Jenna:

I looked up, licking my lips as I savoured the after-taste of cum in my mouth. David's cum to be precise. I've lost count how many times we've been through this, but neither of us ever has enough.

Well, he did look much more awake now.

"You know, I think I know where they're headed," he suddenly tells me. I only eye him with one of my coldest stares in return.

He starts to drive off, and before long we pull over at the front of another club. I felt like we were in some mobster movie. I sighed, as both of us got out of the car......

 

[The_high_king]

Not so pretty

As soon as we stepped out of Granddioso's room, a disfigured Mr. Fancy came out of nowhere. He tackled us both, I went flying flying west, as Jimmy tumbled north. I tried to shoot him, but he rolled behind a pillar. He lept, and fired his gold berettas at me. I fell back, the bullets whizzed past my head. I quickly flipped back, and lept to my right. My bullets could have been lethal, if Mr. Fancy hadn't rolled left. He fired at me now. I ran up a wall, and jumped off. I fired my berretas into his chest. He crumpled back.

I slowly walked up to him. I needed to see if he was dead. Blood was leaking out of his chest. I slowly reached down, and breathed slowly. I slowly began to turn him over. It was then when he lept at me, and screamed at me too. He almost made me shit me pants. He was sitting on my stomach, and aiming his berretas at my head. I wrestled with his guns, trying to wrestle his hands to the ground. I was also screaming in fear, "AHH! Oh god! Jimmy! Damn it Jimmy, I could use some help here! Ah god! Fuckin shit! Get off me you ugly bitch! AHH!".

ooc: I just realized that this thread has 3 men, and 1 women. I think we can work something out

 

[The GrandMage]

Jimmy- Why me?

He would have screamed at the begining of all this, but he was busy. Where the hell did these guys come from? He was extremely busy trying to make one gun missing a bullet kill a dozen henchmen. Now, considering he doesn't use his gun much, so he was doing pretty well.

Bullets whizzed by his head, and he fired back. Well, there wasn't a whole dozen. More like seven. He managed to take six of them down, and tried to make himself small as he took a mental check. One bullet left. Damn.

He sighed, and started checking his pockets. He didn't carry extra ammo, and all he could find was a grenade. He sighed, and readied himself. Popping out from behind his own little barrier he took his shot. And missed. He dodged back, silently cursing himself. Then he noticed that among the remains of a few of the goons who were blown to bits was a gun. The barrel was melted down, but the ammo clip was in good condition. He ripped it out, and shoved it in his own gun, firing again. After about five misses, he finally hit his target. He sighed, and walked over, putting his own gun away, and pickking up a spare. That's when he heard Forte.

Walking over, he put the barrel against Mr. Fancy's head, and squeezed the trigger. The opposite wall got a new coating of brains. He looked to Forte, then started searching the corpse's pockets. When he came across the clip of money, he grinned, and shoved it in his pocket.

Nothing like that last paycheck. He turned around, and left the hidden hallway, deciding he'd had enough crapo for at least a few more hours.

 

[The_high_king]

Dead Fancy

BANG! Finally, Mr. Fancy slumped over, and died. I took few seconds to breathe before getting up again. Jimmy was searching through Jimmy's clothes for money. It was probably a good idea. When Jimmy looked back at me, he chuckled a bit. I said, "oh, so you think that was funny, do you? Me screaming for help like a kid. Just until you have a butt-ugly, half-dead on top of you, trying to claw at your face with his rotten fingers. Then lets see whos laughing". I geuss that was my way of saying thanks to Jimmy.

We then searched every room in the hall, and body. All we came up with was a note from the Ingram brothers. It read:

Mr. Fancy, were relying on you to, "take care of business", kapesh? The Big man, is dead, and whoever capped the big man is serious business. So becareful with this one. Don't forget to join us for dinner tonight. It'll be you, us, and six pretty ladies. Two per person. Remember, tonight at 10'o clock sharp, at the, 'big wang chinese restaurant'. A important triad man will also be joining us, and he'll be bringing his chinese "girlfriends" along too.
-The Ingram brothers

I looked toward Jimmy, handed him the letter, and said, "looks like were going to have some chinese food Jimmy. Its only 8'o clock right now though. Lets get out of this bloody hall, and on to the dance floor Jimmy". We left the washroom, and closed the ramp. It was on to the dance floor, and then the restaurant.

ooc: Be sure to keep a mental note to blow the place up later.

 

[The GrandMage]

Jimmy Hoffa and the Chinese Place

He nodded, and shrugged. Chinese sounded good, for the moment. He looked around the dancefloor. He had two hours. Who best to spend that time with....

He shrugged, and decided to take option number three. He left Forte alone, and made his way to the DJ booth. He motioned the other guy out, and unhooked his headphones from whathe had, attaching it into the club's system.

In mere seconds, he was pumping out the jams and nodding his head along with it as he eyed the girls on the floor. This was his element. Well, this and explosives.

 

[The_high_king]

Forte busts a move

I was groovin, as Jimmy pumped up some phat beats, (thats right, I said phat). This was really helping me relieve stress. Suddenly, everyone seemed to clear the dance floor for me. It was time to bust some moves, which were:

Cartwheel
Frontflip
High crescent kick
Wind-mill
Back-flip
Splits
Upside down splits
Moon walk
Hurricane
Sideflip
Handstand pose

These are not exactly in order, but I did them, oh so perfectly. Everyone clapped, and I bowed. We all began dancing again.

ooc: not really comic relief, but I will suffice.

 

[The GrandMage]

Jimmy, DJ of the Month

He watched Forte, showin' off his moves, and played something for the whole crowd. Upbeat, he watched as the crowd started dancing. He glanced towards the door, and saw the bouncer reluctantly letting some people in, but didn't pay it much heed.

Instead, he was busy pumpin' out the jams. He smiled to himself, and started checkin' out the babes near the DJ booth. It was common knowledge that DJs ruled clubs. They saw all, they knew all. He was Lord of All.

Now if he could just get laid before he went off and tried to get himself killed again.

 

[mfucker]

Jenna:

"The Big Fish," I mutter to myself, licking my lips. Cum always has this really good aftertaste that makes me yearn for more.

The bounce catches my attention foremost, and I started to wonder how we were going to get in. Not exactly clubbing clothes we had on.

.......

It was easier than I thought, and judging by the way the party was still going on, maybe perhaps this time we weren't too late.

David had snuck in while I chatted up the bouncer, and when I finally met him at the back of the club, he started whispering something in my ears. It was not good.

I called Hardass.

 

[The_high_king]

Flirty Wordy

I was dancing away, and finally I felt like I needed a breather. I signaled to Jimmy, 'I'm going outside to take a breather. I'll be back in a minute". I went through the back way, and saw two people standing there. They weren't wearing any fancy clothes, but seemed decent. The guy looked decent, but the girl was HOT! She the prettiest thing I saw all night. I called to her, "hey you, are you trying to get in? I'll let you in, but your partner has to stay out. Hes not dressed properly".

ooc: thats your cue mfucker

 

[mfucker]

OOC: thanx....i was hoping pooh would get back in on this one....and actually i'm already in the club....

Jenna:

David just eyeballed the man for a moment, but decided not to create a scene. It wasn't good for our cover if we just started flashing our badges. Besides he could wait for the cavalry.

Meanwhile, I just nodded at the gentleman, and followed him in. I couldn't help but notice the odd way he was dressed in. And he did look kind of familiar. I just couldn't place him yet.

The booming music soon filled my ears, and I started wishing I was off-duty. Instead, all I could do was to secretly tap my thigh with my hand, keeping with the beat.

My attention went back to the man who offered to help. He must have been some big-shot to have such authority, the bouncer didn't seem like he wanted any business with him. Then again, he didn't look like an underworld boss.

 

[The_high_king]

Dance

I swayed to the music with her. She was just so damn sexy, that I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She almost made me forget all my worries... almost. Jimmy seemed to give me a wink, and a thumbs up from the booth. I gave him the cue to change the song. Pretty soon a crappy slow dance song came on. I then said to her, "I hate slow dance, don't you? wouldn't rather go to the bar, and grab a drink with me?" I wasn't much of a ladies man anyway.

 

[The GrandMage]

Jimmy is Now Angry

He stared at the equipment in front of him. How the hell had this peice of crap song gotten into his system?! He was going to have to have a serious talk with that other DJ. Or, better yet, just beat the crap out of him.

Almost immediately, he flipped the song over, deleting the other song. This was a nightclub, not a fucking high school prom. If these people wanted a slow dance, they could very well go somewhere else. He went back to his job, of pumping out the jams for a nightclub, not doting on slow songs that deserve a place on the endangered species list.

He bobbed his head, looking around. He hadn't seen Forte since he'd motioned he was goin' for a breather. That's when he spotted him, talking to one of the people that had been bothering the bouncer. He let his eyes rove over her once. Not bad. But, he had to get back to his job. He let his eyes move across the crowd. Tonight was definitely slow.

 

[mfucker]

OOC: *chuckles*

Jenna:

Just as he started to leave, the music came back on. All my resolve quickly disappeared, as my head starts to sway slowly with the beat.

There was that table in the middle of the dancefloor. And it was empty.

Keep a low profile. A voice inside said. I just continued shaking my head.

 

[The GrandMage]

Time to Spend Some Time on the Floor

He loaded up some songs onm the automatic, and removed his headphones from the system, hooking them back up to his personal. He left the DJ booth, and started to wander through the crowd. What was up with these people? Usually he'd have ladies hanging all over him by now.

Oh well. Couldn't just expect to bump into a nymphomaniac. And as he was looking around, he accidentally bumped into someone. Looking towards the person, he saw it was the woman Forte had been talking to. He signed an apology, hoping she'd understand.

He really had to pay more attention to where he was going.

 

[The_high_king]

A quick drink

WOOSH! I stood in front of the lady again, "hey, I'm back! What I'd miss?" She was just dancing, and swaying, and looking very pretty. I shooed Jimmy away, and started to dance again. I hope she didn't mind my hands on her hips. Like I said, I wasn't exactly the ladies man.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: No, it's ok MFucker. Looks like you are already up to your luscious hips in testosterone. I'll wait for a good opening before I emerge once more. Besides, someone has to spend the hours and hours at the police station straightening everything out.

 

[mfucker]

OOC:

Jenna:

I began to feel hands groping at my body. I didn't make a big deal out of it. It was pretty common in clubs. If they went too far I'd just draw my gun and blow their brains out; or I could blow something else.

The gentleman at the door earlier returned, and his hands went to my hips immediately. I just smiled to myself, not looking back. Starting to sway my hips with that extra vigour, as his hands slide closer towards my ass.

 

[The GrandMage]

Jimmy

He shook his head when he saw Forte. He was real smooth-for a mountainside covered in boulders. If this guy was an less of a ladie's man, he'd be attracting other men.

Jimmy made his way to the side exit, and moved out into the alley. He leaned against the wall, and pulled out a cigarette. He put it between his lips, and reached into his back pocket. Pulling out his small metal lighter, he flicked the cap open, and lighted his cigarette before pushing the lighter back into his back pocket. He inhaled deeply, blowing out the smoke as he took the cigarette between his fingers.

He put the cig back in his mouth, and looked around the alley. Mostly vacant, except for a few dumpsters and random trash. The smell of vomit foit in nicely, the exit was mostly used by people who'd had too much to drink. A few soiled matresses were stacked on the ground between two dumpster a little ways off, to make it easier for anyone using date-rape drugs. It was one of the most disgusting places on Earth.

Jimmy shook his head. How people could stand to live in this town, he'd never know. He had his own reasons. Maybe he was living in the past, or maybe he was just screwed up. For whatever reason, he felt he needed to set things straight is this piss-poor town. He pushed off the wall, and started walking.

He didn't know where he was going, but it didn't matter. It was the same everywhere. Murder, rape, robbery, dirty cops, and a law system that really only hurt those who did care about upholding the law. It was all bullshit. If it wasn't for the few poor innocents that were trapped in this no-good city, Jimmy would have turned it into a crater long ago.

But, he had a job to do. The sands of time shift, and things change, but the evil that men do always lives after them.

 

[The_high_king]

Mission of seduction

One minute I'm dancing with this girl, the next I'm in the same lounge as her. It was cozy, and quiet place with a carpet, television, velvet couch, and I window where you could see everybody dancing. I don't even remember kissing her, which I was doing right now. Everything just went by a bit too quickly. I don't even remember who kissed who. That was the past though, this was now. Her lips on mine were happening at this very instant.

ooc: listen, I'll be gone for two days, or so. So until then, mfucker can use my dick for whatever purpose, except gay sex. Also be sure to let Jimmy into the fun.

 

[The_high_king]

Huh?!

ooc: What the?! I'm gone for two days, and my thread is forgotten? At least I'm back now.

 

[The_high_king]

ooc: I know theres slow-motion shots in action movies, but this is ridiculous.

 

[The GrandMage]

OOC: Why does this always happen? A great idea, created by High King, then suddenly-BOOM! Everybody done R-U-N-N-O-F-T.

And how'd you coax her into going to the lounge? Or did the Twilight Zone pop in and shift Spacetime for ya?

Nevermind. Hey, you know I'd jump right on back in,...but,....Ummm,....

I'd hate to point out the obvious but,....Jimmy Hoffa's missing.