Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 4:52:00 GMT
New Orleans
Saturday, January 2nd
We come across a large brick house, inside a gated compound that has been well looked after. It’s dusk and the gate is barely visible however the well-lit house it protects illuminates its iron bars. The dark brown ’85 Chevy Camaro of Stevie Harris pulls up and with the headlights, reveal a man standing by the gates unlocking them. Harris pulls his car in and waits a moment for the man to finish locking the gates so he can jump in the car.
“Hope the ride over wasn't too harsh Mr. Harris”
“Nonsense Jack. If anything, we thank you for the hospitality you've shown me in my time of need. I was weak, I knew I shouldn’t have. She tried to tell me it was a bad idea but I couldn't help myself. The urge kicked in and I had to taste that sweet, sweet cotton candy.”
“What… Is this why you’re hiding out in N’Orleans?”
“I won’t be hiding. Far from it. Although it is probably in my best interests to stay out of Arizona for some time.”
“I been to Arizona once. Bars were okay, women were meh”.
Harris gives this man, Jack, a glare. A final warning of sorts. Speaking out of turn will not be tolerated. The car pulls up out the front of Jack’s house, or his step Dad’s house to be exact.
“As I was saying. It appears there’s a chance to make some money and cause some carnage down here and you my dear friend will play an key part in kicking that off. We’ll talk about it in the morning though. It’s been a long drive, you wouldn't mind bringing my bags up?”
It was said as more of a statement than a question. As they both exit, Stevie heads in towards the house as Jack turns to the trunk. He opens it expecting bags, plural. Instead he finds a gym bag along with a tied up blonde girl.
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Saturday, January 2nd
We come across a large brick house, inside a gated compound that has been well looked after. It’s dusk and the gate is barely visible however the well-lit house it protects illuminates its iron bars. The dark brown ’85 Chevy Camaro of Stevie Harris pulls up and with the headlights, reveal a man standing by the gates unlocking them. Harris pulls his car in and waits a moment for the man to finish locking the gates so he can jump in the car.
“Hope the ride over wasn't too harsh Mr. Harris”
“Nonsense Jack. If anything, we thank you for the hospitality you've shown me in my time of need. I was weak, I knew I shouldn’t have. She tried to tell me it was a bad idea but I couldn't help myself. The urge kicked in and I had to taste that sweet, sweet cotton candy.”
“What… Is this why you’re hiding out in N’Orleans?”
“I won’t be hiding. Far from it. Although it is probably in my best interests to stay out of Arizona for some time.”
“I been to Arizona once. Bars were okay, women were meh”.
Harris gives this man, Jack, a glare. A final warning of sorts. Speaking out of turn will not be tolerated. The car pulls up out the front of Jack’s house, or his step Dad’s house to be exact.
“As I was saying. It appears there’s a chance to make some money and cause some carnage down here and you my dear friend will play an key part in kicking that off. We’ll talk about it in the morning though. It’s been a long drive, you wouldn't mind bringing my bags up?”
It was said as more of a statement than a question. As they both exit, Stevie heads in towards the house as Jack turns to the trunk. He opens it expecting bags, plural. Instead he finds a gym bag along with a tied up blonde girl.
Read more: officialpurepro.boards.net/thread/78/untitled#ixzz45CvgVaTd