Crimes of passion -Yaoi- Open and FULL again!

[iPeanutButterz]

Nicolas Zachary Odjin

Marching forward hypocritic
and Hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth

Nicolas, the Jack-O-Trades, a death dealer, a heartbreaker, the spreader of law, of hate, of deceit, the drug-runner, the lover and even the lord and master himself. This man, not even out of his teens, was taking the land by storm, bidders would often line up stacks of cash as high as a small horse, and twice the weight. These 'bidders' would pay up front for a previously arranged task, the task would then be completed. Full stop. It never went any further than that.
That's why our little Nicolas was trotting along, fingers and eyes skimming the wad of money that had been handed over, the mutterings of ''one for me, two for me, three for me..'' could be heard, along with the occasional giggle. The job was easy, his target? A young man eating an ice-cream just over the street. Five meters, four meters, three meters...'ßÅπG, zzzkipp-splurch', four meters, five meters, more. The young man fell backwards, a bullet lodged in the side of his skull, blood and brain matter showering a shop window, the crowds parting around him in haste, they did not want to be in the firing zone if they could help it.
Nicolas swept away, his slender frame allowing him to slide through the hordes of people and down into a randomly chosen alleyway with ease.
Left, left, right, straight on, dead end? Doorway! Slipping thru the open door, he sidles along, noticing the barrels and kegs. Pub. Must have been the back entrance, sounds busy. Swiftly, he sidles along to the next doorway, barman was busy, he could see that much.
Bursting out of the doorway, he was over the bar and through the thick of it with a cool bottle of beer, even before the barman could even think to yell at him. Rushing out of the front entrance, he ran slap bang into a taller man and his violin case. The small frame of the teen bounced off of the larger person, and into the sidewalk, landing on his rear end, sunglasses sent askew in the process.

[SikFox]

Ѵѐҟȶɵɍ Ƀɍɵѵɬɵѵȿҟɨ ☭

A scream caught his attention from a block away but Vektor didn't stop like the others, didn't gawke or run towards the chaos, but instead stayed steady on his path. He was in Angel territory after all. It wasn't much of a wonder how chaotic the Lord of these lands handled business. Obviously it was very sloppy if it caught the attention of the mass public. Fingering the strap, Vektor chanced a glance at a mirrored window of a store to catch the glimpe of people rushing over to the corner, and then losing sight of them. Teenagers were already on the scene with cell phones flipped out. Vektor cracked a bit of a smile but it vanished quickly enough when he heard the sound of a door slamming open against the wall and the sound of loud footsteps before- CRASH!

Vektor took a step back, catching his footing but hitting his shoulder into a lamp post. "Глупый козленок!" he snapped in his native tongue, glaring down at the boy who ran into him. He rubbed his shoulder through his shirt and vest, catching the look of light gray hair and blue eyes. They almost looked like they could have been brothers. This instantly cooled his temper down a bit. He took in the rest of the boy's appearance, glimpsing into the bar he had just run out of and then to the crowd that was ambling down the street to get to the other side. He cocked a brow in his suspicions before slipping his hand out and reaching out for the kid to help him up. "Angel?" he asked, wanting to know if this kid was working for the enemy team. If so, he might as well put a bullet into his head immediantly.

It hardly seemed likely that this kid was working with The Angels, just by looking at him. Vektor wasn't sure why but he just had the feeling, and those were rarely wrong. That natural talent was why he was Leader of the Chained, and he was looking into expanding his work force as well as the province he had control over. Another reason why he was here.

[[Translation: Stupid kid!]]

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Ϣϵɑҏɵɴȿ ∂ϵɑʅϵɍ // Ȼɦɑɨɴϵɗ Ƚϵɑɗϵɍ
I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And don't really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in

[I_Eat_Your_Muffin]

"Ah...thank you, thank you." Allisteir mused once he had gotten his coffee. He took in the smell, before taking a few, tentative sips. It was good. And it was dark. Just how he liked his java. As his laptop beeped fully on, he grinned, and put his glasses on. His grin wasn't a very nice one. In fact, it was quite sinister. But, with him, it could be hard to tell the difference.

His grin dropped when he noticed a member of the police force walk in. With an annoyed sigh, barely audible, he shut down and closed his laptop, deciding that his technology was better left off when more eyes than his were in a room. He shivered lightly, feeling malice in the room. Turning, he looked around, eyes landing on a boy with white hair and a bloody shirt. He didn't know what most people he contacted on the internet looked like, but once in awhile he'd find a picture. He remembered Alex, and hoped he would get away unscathed.

[AnimeAlien]

Jack King
The boss, the head honcho, the king.

Jack had watched as the bar began to fill up with many different people. Crime was predominate but with a small amount of the police here tonight. His attention changed between each person noticing who they were. The blond cop who sat at the bar and wasn’t drinking alcohol. The other cop, Chief Commander if he wasn’t mistaken also came into the bar and began to be a bartender. Also a guy with red and black hair that Jack did not recognise for he had never met him in person before. Jack’s attention however was taken away from surveying the bar as he began to feel a sense of something was up. A natural sense that had made him such a good crime lord. Now he was beginning to get that same feeling that last time had resulted in some of his men being blown apart. It creeped through his body and set his teeth on edge. He stared at his drink in front of him, trying to shake the feeling off.

His drink rippled as the Cop knocked into his table. He looked up and was about to speak before his phone in his pocket vibrated like a angry wasp. The screen showed that it was from his present second in command and he answered the call.
“Mr King we have some serious s*** happening. We were in the middle of the transfer when some guy went mental and said that he wanted more money. This was unacceptable so we said no and then he shot down to of the men. It’s going crazy.” His second in command said in a voice that was distorted through the phone. Shouting and guns shots could be heard as well.
“Where are you?” Jack answered, keeping his voice level even though he was p***** that some wannabes were kicking off but this could turn into a serious problem.
“Sullivan Street. King get h-” The call ended but not before a loud noise came through the telephone.

Jack stood and threw money down onto the table to ay for his drink with enough left over for a large tip. He walked swiftly through the bar not looking at anyone now or saying a single word to any. As soon as he was outside and in the cold late evening air he took off. He ran along the road, passing the woman that would have shocked him if he hadn’t been so preoccupied. After all women were rarely seen often. He then passed the small café and turned at the end of the road. His coat billowed out behind him as he ran. Normally he would use his car but Sullivan Street was a two minute walk away from where he had been. Soon he had reached the end of the street and the sound of gunshots and shouting filled his ears. Also the unmistakable noises of death resounded through the night air. Sending more shivers down his spine than the coldness had done.

The building was like every other in the road and blended in well. Not many people would be able to tell that it was a handover point that the Angels frequently used. As soon as he stepped through the door his gun was out and aimed at eye level. A bullet shot passed him a few seconds before it’s sender received a gift from Jack in thee form of his very own bullet. Which ended up being wrapped inside his body as the guy crashed to the ground, dead before his face touched it. The noise inside the house was deafening and as Jack walked into the main room it escalated. His eyes narrowed as he watched his second in command get a bullet between the eyes. Infuriated Jack fired off the rest of the magazine. All of his bullets met the target and all of the men that were left were killed. So many of his men had been killed and others in the process of dying. Jack heard the noise of footsteps down the stairs and heard the sound of the door slamming shut behind someone. He ran from the room and out into the hallway. “Where’d you go you b*******?” He said. The transfer was for a hell of a lot of money from Jack’s side so he could get Premium quality drugs. The drugs were becoming in short supply and if people knew that Jack had had them then there would be an uproar. They were have meant to be stashed in secret for the right opportunity. But now as he began to look through the house it looked as if the men had taken the premium XYI and the money and ran off. “S***!” He shouted as he now knew that the drug was now in the open. A drug so potent that no one knew it’s full potential. A mmale preganancy drug that could decide the gender of the baby. A drug that now could cost many their lives instead of allowing for them.

[[OOC: Sorry for such a long post. ]]


I have a slow disease
That sucked me dry
For what it’s worth
Come on walk with me
Into the rising tide
For what it’s worth
Filled a cavity
Your god shaped hole tonight

[iPeanutButterz]

Nicolas Zachary Odjin

Marching forward hypocritic
and Hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth

''Ow, ow ow! Freakin hurt my tailbone!'' those blue eyes of his glared out at what could have been his older brother. If he hadnt brutally beaten him to death with his mothers left arm that is. A hand filled his vison, along with the question of 'angels?'. Did he look like an angel? If so then angels were sexy, or stealing his image, maby he should go kill some, they hadnt tryed to contract him yet. Yeah, burn the angels. ''Freelance...'' a single word, followed by a grim smile ''Factions are too troublesome'' a blinding smile now, ''And they pay less!'' the large wad of cash in one hand was was swiftly stuffed into an undisclosed location on his person. The bottle of beer was oped open with the ease of someone who had tryed and failed many times before. The cap was jimmied off after a few trys. Blinking, he remembers the hand, and after a second of mental debate, takes it, pulling hismelf up and against the taller version of hismelf. Blinking, he swigged the beer, before letting go, and steppign back.
''Youre in one of the factions arent you?'' the smile comes back full blast, the kind of happy-go lucky, completely disarming smile that made peoples toes tingle in fear.
That smile wasnt natural.
''Faction and rank, if you will?'' his head tilted, free hand resting inside his jacket. A scream pierced the air. Someone must have rolled the body over. When the bullet had exited the newly minted corpse, it took a full half of the mans skull with it. The reason for that, and its twin, were inside the teens coat, though no-one could see that. The Taurus Raging Bull .454 Casull, each bullet fired was able to take down an african elephant with ease. Nobody got away from this Jack-O-Trades, well, not without losing a limb or two at least.

[princess_gone_dark]

Ryan
Never a dull moment

Ryan watched as Jack left the pub, well he seemed to be going fast. With that look on his face it must be something bad, Ryan made a mental note to check tommorrow's obituaries and deaths. He then drank the rest of his drink and walked out into the cold breezy night. He walked upon a scene between two people; the head of the Chained and a kid. Ryan made sure that he kept in the shadows as he watched their exchange. He had never actually worked for the 'Chained' before and he had worked for their rivals. He looked down at the kid, freelance and a bit sure of himself. Ryan hoped he wasn't like that. When he heard the kid's question he gasped. No one talked to Crime bosses asking them their rank. Immediatly after he had gasped he knew he hhad probably let his position away. He stood motionless.

Jumpstart myheart, burn on through the dark poison in my blood.I will come undone.

[SikFox]

Ѵѐҟȶɵɍ Ƀɍɵѵɬɵѵȿҟɨ ☭

'Freelance.' The word echoed in his head as he looked at the other side of the street with a distant look, not really watching the people disappear. The gears in his head were turning and he was already readying the battlefield. There were only two top quality sections a person in this kind of work could be aligned with. Freelancers were a luxury and could often be useful if it weren't for their greedy fingers and back-biting tendencies. They often went with the highest bidder.

Vektor wasted no time when the other finally tugged on his hand to help himself up. Standing together it turned out that he was a bit taller than the teen by at least three inches. He took a step back, craning his neck to the side to roll his shoulder, feeling the pain of the impact from earlier disappear. The kid was already asking for information. Vektor couldn't hide his curious smile as if silently saying, "Are you serious?" Well, at least he was asking the right questions. Unlike the last one. "Guess it's obvious since I asked," he stated. He swiped a bit of hair from his face, eyes redirecting to the kid's face. It held a look of danger and exuberance. Maybe he fancied the life he was leading now. Things were starting to look up for Vektor. "Ze Chained," he finally decided to answer, not feeling the least bit threatened with telling the boy this information. "Veapons dealer and talent scout. You ze one to cause all zat commotion?" Of course he was talking about the screams but instead of frowning like a parent at a child who did something wrong, Vektor kept his smug look on his face. Talent scout wasn't exactly a lie, but he left the part of 'crime boss' out. The kid was entertaining, but he was still just a freelancer. No need to leak such heavy information out right away.

He felt his back pocket buzz from his phone but he ignored the vibrating case, letting whoever go straight to his voicemail. He was in the middle of something important. Whatever it was that Jericho wanted, it could wait. If all turned out right, his 'faction' as the kid called it would grow a little bigger. Vektor turned his head slightly, sure that he had just heard a small noise. A quick look around revealed no one in his line of sight, though he had the feeling that they weren't alone anymore. This side of the city seemed to be popluar. His finger tapped the strap of his violin case, his trigger finger trying to find a bit of a release to the tension. He'd better get moving before bigger fish came out to play. A bit of black caught his eye but Vektor kept his gaze moving, never letting on that he thought someone was watching. Though that didn't stop him from sliding a bit of his bangs behind his ear before tugging on his earring, signaling that he heard someone. If this kid was smart, he'd get the message.

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Ϣϵɑҏɵɴȿ ∂ϵɑʅϵɍ // Ȼɦɑɨɴϵɗ Ƚϵɑɗϵɍ
I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And don't really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in

[princess_gone_dark]

Ryan
Never a dull moment

Ryan noticed that his noise startled the boss of 'The chained'. He usually startled people it was part of his job, as he had shown on many previous occasions. He saw that the man tapped on a large violin case, beautifully crafted but possibly held something more illegal than a mere violoin. This thought reminded Ryan of his gun, his beloved gun that had been stolen by a couple of class A B*****ds and all he had done to them was kill their leader. He was yet to collect his payment for this. Ryan moved out of the shadows in front of the two men and smiled "Now, now fellas no need to be hasty, my greetings Lord Chained. We meet at last I have heard alot of you" Ryan bowed low in mock admiration.

Jumpstart myheart, burn on through the dark poison in my blood.I will come undone.

[emoplushbear]

♪♫♪
Amato slumped into his appartment and threw his hat on a near by chair. He locked the door behind him and walked into the living room. He checked his phone to see if he had any phone calls from anyone he left cards with.
♪♫♪
He slowly took off his jacket and walked to the bathroom. He stepped into the shower for a while and began to think to himself. He stepped out for a moment and looked at himself in the mirror. Am I happy with what I see? Amato sighed slightly and got back in the shower.
♪♫♪
After the shower, he only threw on a pair of pants and layed down in the bed and thought about how the people were looking at him strange in the bar today. "Sure I love my outfit, but...." he muttered. Ever since his mother died, Amato always seemd to be thinking to himself.
♪♫♪

[iPeanutButterz]

Nicolas Zachary Odjin

Marching forward hypocritic
and Hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth

Two fingers slide along his sunglasses, slotting them backing into place. ''Who, me? Cause that racket? Nope...'' a slight pause as the Jack-O-Trades ears picked up as the new person walked forth. ''Lefty did!'' the beer bottle smashed against the ground as it was exchanged for a hand-gun a little longer than the average-mans forearm, it had a blue stripe, from tip to tail, a chain ran from the grip to the inside of his coat, and already a bullet was ready to be sent hurtling at its victim, ''Mr. Talent guy, meet lefty...'' a grin opened up his face, and his pupils narrowed as adrenalin coursed through his system. The touch of his weapon felt pleasurable to him, who needed drugs, when there was death? ''Lefty, meet new-guy'' the grin hadn't faded, and the way he had stepped made sure he was facing both directions at the same time. If Mr. Scout-lord-guy wanted to try something, he was going to have a hell of a job doing anything to him. His free hand was inside his coat, just in case.
The sunglasses had slid down again in the flurry of motion, showing off the pleasure in his eyes as they flicker to the Chained Lord. The grin faltered slightly, ''I guess I'm trusting you little too far, white lies N' all, but as a Chained lord-talent thing, I'm sure you aren't on anyone else's payroll....'' The large handgun kept pointing unwaveringly, the barrel neatly aimed at the others torso, big target, probably tear the guy in half anyway. ''Who the hell are you? What do you want? And why shouldn't I put a bullet in you?..well...through..But still!'' he blinks, before sighing, ''organisation, rank, and shoe size if you will''

[princess_gone_dark]

Ryan
Never a dull moment

Ryan looked at the kids face when he spoke to him, so cute and so young. He then looked at the gun he held in his hand. It was at this time Ryan was glad he always kept a spare gun in his inside pocket. Are you new, must be no one these days points a gun to someone they have only just met. Yes yes yes I get it you want to seem hard, well let me tell you something a part of me is beginning to be so..." Ryan winked in a provocotive way."As to your question may I change one point to the length of my D**k, I work as a freelance hitman and kid that is all you need to know about me, for now anyway." This kid made Ryan slightly angry, so Ryan had turned on his charm and also showed a slight bit of his perverted side. He then looked to the crime lord and slowly smiled causeing his teeth to show slightly. This look gave Ryan the I have just had a great time F*****g you now I am going to leave bye.

Jumpstart myheart, burn on through the dark poison in my blood.I will come undone.

[SikFox]

Ѵѐҟȶɵɍ Ƀɍɵѵɬɵѵȿҟɨ ☭

So the kid was good with dealing out death like the Reaper himself, though his job was a bit messy. Vektor prefurred a more quiet way to dispose of his rivals, but the kid did paint a picture well. The tall lord resisted pulling out his knife when a second voice joined in this two way conversation. He looked to his side at the sidewalk, waiting for him to get closer before looking at him. His black coat was the most noticable thing as well and so was his hair. Now, Vektor was a reasonable man but three men with close to white hair happening to meet each other just like that? Actually... Now that Vektor had a closer look at this new arrival, he had to say, he recognized his face from somewhere.

"So you've heard of me?" he asked sarcastically, and turned his icy blues back to the kid. Well, guess now his secret was out now. Didn't seem to make the kid very happy and it didn't make Vektor feel any more safe now that he had his gun out and pointed straight at his chest. He looked back at Ryan. The big mouth. "Vell then now zhat you're both here then let me at least tell you my proper title. Vektor." No need to beat around the bush. Business was business and he needed to get the word out that he was recruiting. "Put avay your veapon. I'm not hear for violence. Not yet. I'm more interested in vhat you can do and how vell you can do it." These two didn't seem to be getting along and he could tell by how they looked at each other. The man finally couldn't ignore the vibration against his lower back and took a step to the side, slipping his free hand into his pocket and flipping out his phone. The two could bark at each other, there was news that needed to be heard.

"...." Vektor didn't need to say anything, Jericho already knew what to say and how to say it in his message. His eyes narrowed only slightly when he heard the news over his phone. Well, well, well. This was a turn of events. And without a word he deleted the message quickly before closing it shut and sliding it back into his black slacks. He turned back to the two with a more eager smile on his face than before. "Sorry to cut zis chat short, gentlemen, but it seems zings are going to be changing for ze vorst in about ze next week. You're hearing it straight from ze horse's mouth. I'm offering either of you a job. Not permanent, of course," he said, looking at Nicolas. "I offer good pay, great protection, and... Lots of fun." What they considered fun was up to them, but he was sure he could offer whatever it was that they were looking for. But Vektor wasn't desperate for help. "Take it or leave it, but I've got to move." They didn't have to answer now but he would prefur it. He was a** deep in enemy territory and he needed to get out fast. All this stalling could be a plot to get him killed.

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Ϣϵɑҏɵɴȿ ∂ϵɑʅϵɍ // Ȼɦɑɨɴϵɗ Ƚϵɑɗϵɍ
I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And don't really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in

[SatiricalAngel]

And it’s so easy when you’re evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I’m evil

Alexander “Alex” Kerberos

”Hello, human resources?” Alex mimed talking on a cellphone. ”I’m calling to complain that the new bartender’s a total d**k, and I’d like the cute one back please.” Unlike Gendou, Alex had perfect vision and could recognize the police chief even without the uniform. As a lone shark, he didn’t have the protection against retaliation from any major organization if he decided to take him out. (He may be crazy, but Alex was defiantly not stupid.) But the little things, annoyances, accidents, whatever; that would suffice for the moment. ”’Course, it can’t be helped, I suppose. If he were at all competent in his other job, he wouldn’t have to take a side gig as a waitress. Where’re your shorts at, officer?”

Alex suppressed a snicker and “hung up”. Leaving the drink untouched with a twenty on the counter (“Not yours, copper,” he muttered under his breath), he walked out of the bar, pausing as he passed by Allisteir and giving him a Cheshire cat grin that said, ‘I’ll deal with you later’. Blowing him a mock kiss, the lone shark walked out humming what might have been “Bad to the Bone” if he had any sense of rhythm.

And he walked right into the middle of a feeding frenzy. The other white haired male from the bar was there, along with another he’d never seen before (seriously, what was up with all the young guys with white/grey/silver hair? The first chance he got, Alex was gonna get his locks dyed so he didn’t feel like a clone). But it was the eldest one carrying the violin case (ah, a traditionalist. You didn’t see gangsters with that type of class even on the television anymore. Alex approved very much) that caught his eye. What was the leader of the Chained doing so far in Angel territory? Even the lone shark knows when there are bigger fish around and when to get out of the water. ”I’m sorry; am I interrupting something?” Alex asked, coolly but as politely as he could.

And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need.

[princess_gone_dark]

Ryan
Never a dull moment

Ryan smiled at his offer and shook his head. However if the fun he offered was Ryans type of fun, he may take him up on that. Ryan however like to work alone not caring for company."Sorry Vecktor I have to pass, one day I will take you up on that offer of fun though. Look sweetcheeks you ain't interupting anything I was just talking to Chained here" Ryan knew he had blabbed Vektor to the 'kid', yet he couldn't care less anyone who was anyone knew who he was anyway. Ryan leaned back on his heels and started to hum along to 'death goes to the disco' This made him laugh as he had brought many deaths to disco's. Ryan then walked over to Vecktor placing his hand out in front of him. "Pleasure by the way my name is Ryan".

Jumpstart myheart, burn on through the dark poison in my blood.I will come undone.

[iPeanutButterz]

Nicolas Zachary Odjin

Marching forward hypocritic
and Hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth

''New? On this scene? Sure!'' the smile grew ''I'm old on others, new on some, you know how the system works, and hard? What does that even mean? Seriously what is it with imbeciles and turning old words into new ones?'' the smile slimmed to nothing ''I'm not a kid, haven't been for a while nut-sucker, information is the best weapon'' a smirk ''After all, now I know that you need to make yourself look big by talking about your most likely inadequate p***s size, I can see to it that you are ridiculed by the city in no time'' shrugging, he whispers softly ''If not I'm sure you would make a nice mince-meat pie, I know a couple of guys that would be happy to sell your flesh for me'' the gun was holstered in the blink of an eye.
Nicolas smiles slightly at the Chained lord, ''Well horsey, sounds like you just bought yourself a trigger-finger...'' his voice had gone from venomous to joyful, almost as if he were bi-polar, the constant flickering of emotions warring inside going on and off. Two finger slide the sunglasses back up again. ''Payment up front, tasks come secondary to the money'' slim fingers rub together softly, the worldwide symbol for cash, dosh, dinero, you name it, its there.
Another person seemingly interrupts the small group of chaotic individuals. ''Seriously, were any of you guys born with your hair colours?'' a slight sneer showed on his features, before it slipped into a happy facade, he faced the other freelance for a second. ''Hey, yeah you, nut-nibbler, looks like you got someone else to practice on, seriously, slick? More like s**t...Work on your style, and you might not come across as a rapist'' the smirk slides into place, before leaving again. ''So Mr. Talent-horse-lord-guy, now that the proverbial dung has hit the nuke, what's on the list?''