« Prev 1 2 Next » Reply Share Thread Facebook Twitter Tumblr LinkedIn MySpace Email Go to Previous Thread Next Thread Please make a selection first Author Topic: Red Means Stop (open) (Read 699 times) zev Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Red Means Stop (open) « Jul 16, 2009 21:16:41 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top *SCRREEEEEEECCHHH!!* "HEY! Sir, what the, what the hell are you doing?" "Crossing the street asshole, what's it look like?" "The crosswalk sign doesn't say go! You can't just walk out into traffic like that, you'll get run over!" "Look up moron. My light's green, yours is red. Red means STOP." "Your light only changed a second ago and mine was yellow. Have a little common sense! And show some respect to a police officer kid!" JT's still body tensed for a split moment before his head cranked eeriely to the side, blood red eyes staring into the window of the police cruiser. With a slack-jawed, gutteral tone, the bleach blond man said, "Fuck the police and fuck you too. You don't tell me what to do. You a problem, just try and mess with me." The cop, a tall, lean recruit of Mexican heritage, had had enough. It was late, he was tired, and he was on his way home. He was dying to see his wife and baby girl and he didn't have time to deal with some over-developed, mouthy kid who was probably high on coke and steroids. Sticking his cap firmly on his head, the cop began to unbuckle his seatbelt and reached for the door handle when suddenly *CRAAACKK!!* "What the fuck was that?!" That, officer, was the sound of a large rock splintering your windshield into a spiderweb. The blond, JT, had picked up a nearby chunk of loose asphalt and hurled the debris straight at the car. If not for your reinforced safety glass, that missile would have split your skull in two. Wasting no more time and letting his training take effect, the cop threw open his door and snatched at his holster, prepared to draw and fire his weapon if necessary against the hostile kid. Poor Officer Lopez never got the chance. For just as he exited the vehicle, the blond was upon him. Diving at him head first, the six foot tall wall of muscle cleared the open car door and tackled the cop to the ground, rolling once or twice in the street before coming to a jarring stop. Landing on top and pinning Lopez's body to the ground with his legs, JT proceded to pummel the officer with headbutts, lefts, rights, elbows, at one point getting so riled up he tried to take a chunk of his nose off in his teeth. Soon slippery, dark red drops were flying in all directions, while JT's baggy white shirt turned into a Rorschach inkblot test of blood. It was Lopez's own fault. JT had just been stiffed on the bodyguard charge for a drug deal that had went down three blocks over. He should have been paid two hundred dollars plus a cut of the drugs to act as security while two pasty white yuppies acted tough and sold third grade pot to each other. Instead they got high and smoked half the stash, leaving JT's employers without money to pay their guard dog. JT returned the favor with a few unprotected knees to their jaws and testicles. If Lopez had spent just a second longer eyeing the blond, he would have noticed the blood streak across the man's cheek, the yuppies' marijuana-laced blood. Then he could have reacted properly. After all, red DOES mean stop officer. But instead, he was getting his teeth knocked down his throat by an especially vicious and furious JT. It was well past 2am and the unlikely pair appeared to be alone, isolated in the middle of the street. Ignoring anyone else in the area, and in between blows, the mad dog of Chula Vista growled low yet loud and exclaimed, "Don't...Fuck...With...ME!" « Last Edit: Jul 16, 2009 21:41:29 GMT -6 by zev » Back to Top   aleeca Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Red Means Stop (open) « Jul 16, 2009 21:41:41 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Aleece had left Micro PC Outlet, in Chula Vista, needing a IDE cable replacement for her laptop, her plastic bag hung loosely in her hand and she was walking almost thoughtlessly down the mostly calm slow traffic side walk. It had been slow going lately, no happenings on, no fights that she had run across, and more importantly...no work. That thought alone was depressing enough and she let out a sigh at her own predicament, her funds were running low, she needed to put some feelers out again, widen her net, but she didn't know exactly how to do that. Aleece was suddenly pulled out of her musing by the distinct sound of flesh meeting flesh, and the a angry growling voice...obviously, very very pissed off. Looking around she quickly caught the disturbance it was some guy...being the crap out of..was that a cop? Her shock was instant and understandably so was several other peoples around her a crowd quickly drawing around the scene. Aleece had no idea what was going on or why some blond guy was beating the hell out of a cop of all people, but she squinted her eyes something about the blonds face making a recognizable twinge resound in her head. Was he from the collective? She was almost positive he might be, she saw so many people everyday that she never talked to that it was a pretty good possibility. Pushing her way past a couple people she made her way across the street to where they were out, it was obvious at this point that the cop was knocked out cold and her furtive glances around saw that a few people, good pedestrians were on their cell phones calling more then likely 911. "Hey!" she called out to catch his attention no one else daring to get to close, "hey!" Taking a half step forward she just wanted the guy to stop but she wasn't stupid enough to step in the middle of that, she would have to be out of her mind... « Last Edit: Jul 16, 2009 21:42:24 GMT -6 by zev » Back to Top   zev Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Red Means Stop (open) « Jul 16, 2009 21:56:50 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Crowds, hushed whispers, footsteps, none of these registered inside the hyper focused, one track mind of JT. So set on turning the cop's face into hamburger meat that he didn't even hear the first exclaimation from the girl. Initially, he chalked it up to some novel, interesting sound of the beating, perhaps a nasal cavity collapsing in on itself and spraying bone shards into the brain cavity. But the second time the girl called out the words pierced through the red fog. Stopping solid just as his right fist was reeled back for another blow, JT picked up on several presences around him, most notably the girl who was trying to get his attention. Staying in that ready-to-punch pose, JT's head again cranked up and to the side, similar to the way he had before. Locking his gaze with the dark haired girl, he slowly widened his eyes to full size and rolled his tongue out, a beastly, almost inhuman motion that was accompanied by a low, menancing groan. Turning back to look at the asshole of a cop, JT saw his handy work and finally decided that he was satisfied with the results. The blond eased up off his knees and stood up, head bowed low, leaving the motionless body of Lopez to bleed in the street. But JT was still plenty pissed. His blood lust was momentairly stifled but the rage was quickly building again. The results were satisfying but the two fights so far tonight had been lackluster and way too one sided. JT had hoped the cop at least would put up a good show. But no, just a massacre instead. "What a fucking waste." he snarled. Tilting his head back to the side, he said to the girl, "How 'bout you missy? Think you can keep me entertained?" He didn't just mean with a fight... « Last Edit: Jul 16, 2009 21:58:08 GMT -6 by zev » Back to Top   aleeca Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Red Means Stop (open) « Jul 16, 2009 22:11:42 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Aleece couldn't help but instantly take that instinctive step back and she cursed herself for it, her lips parting when her eyes went from the guy that had stood slowly to the cop on the ground. That man was probably not going to live and if he did...he wasn't going to look the same. The sight was enough to make her mildly queasy and that was something for her. She wasn't particularly grossed out by the sight of blood or...smashed face. Her attention snapped back to the blond guy covered in the cops blood and she opened her mouth again, working it a couple times to find the right thing to say. Well she had voluntarily stepped into this hadn't she? Breathing out what could have been a laugh she shook her head and shrugged a shoulder, getting what he meant about entertainment. This was no witty banter like anything she'd run across before and she couldn't quite keep the blush off her face for the insinuation he almost crudely left out there for her and quickly or tried to, compose herself. "I'm really, quite boring," she said chasing the words with a clear of her throat. She wasn't sure what she had been trying to accomplish by interfering she had a perfectly good working cell phone in her back pocket and she could have been like the other people calling this in. But...apparently (for better or for worse) the guy had taken his attention off the cop long enough to stop, bad thing...it was on her now. He wasn't coming across as the type to...sit and "talk it out". Her fingers constricted around the plastic bag in her fingers as she forced herself to keep going, talking was good..."you know that there are probably going to be more police officers here soon." Which was probably true, five minute tops and no matter how bad ass this guy probably was she didn't think he could dodge live bullets. « Last Edit: Jul 17, 2009 3:25:42 GMT -6 by zev » Back to Top   Andy Daws Mentor Swagger of a Cripple I'm The Bomb. No, literally, I blow stuff up. With my mind and junk. [send pm] Joined: June 2009 Posts: 2,192 Red Means Stop (open) « Jul 17, 2009 18:41:21 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Only two words could describe the large Irishmen walking home from work at 2 in the morning. Pissed Off. Overall the day ranked among one of the shittiest days in Roth O'Roak history. School was normal, but it was work and after that got him going. First the cab driver decided to take him all over the fucking city being the ONE cab driver who didn't know how to get to SDCFL. Second he was charged almost a hundred bucks for the ride. Third his fight at work was shitty, the new cocky ass hole he had to fight botched every move he made. Forth his boss didn't have shit til pay him with until next week. And lastly, he had no money, meaning he had to walk home from the east side of San Diego all the way to the Collective in downtown twenty miles from there. The bruised Trench coated figure of the night walked down what would be the last stretch of road to the Collective entrance. Still a few miles to go, but he was that much closer. Unfortunately somebody had to go and cause a commotion on his way home. Roth watched as what seemed to be an insane escaping monkey beating a Latino cop into a bloody pulp. He and a young lady that he recognized began to make 'idle chatter'. Roth walked dramatically into the scene getting a lot closer then ever other being in the small late night crowd. He turned to Aleece for a moment and brushed some hair out his his face reveling a small cut from his earlier fight. "Well it looks like your hairs starting to grow back, eh?" A smile appeared on his face as he gave a friendly nod and the turned to the insanoid in front of him. He couldn't help but give a small laugh, but that was it. A small laugh and then his face turned cold as stone. His deep Irish voice echoed through the hushing crowd. "So what the hell is this? Another angry Collective beast out for blood. How 'bout you try that on someone who can punch back just as hard?" Back to Top   Bio zev Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Red Means Stop (open) « Jul 18, 2009 16:34:30 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top "Hmmmm..." The girl was right. JT didn't have many social skills but he wasn't a brainless psychopath. Psychotic possibly but not brainless. He had just utterly destroyed the face of a local police officer and, with the crowd slowly gathering around them, it would only be a matter of time till reinforcements arrived. He'd have to make this quick. Not a problem. Hell, a nice lil' wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am with the missy might be just the way to cap off the night. But instead, a rather large, slightly battered looking man appeared, cocky and confident in his stride. He seemed to know the girl and also seemed not the least bit surprised or frightened by the spectacle in front of him. No, in fact, he challenged the six-foot-two blond to a fight. Now this was getting interesting at last. JT grinned at the Irish-accented banter, wiping a small streak of blood off his chin. Now here was something worth looking into. Far in the distance, the lights and sirens blared, at least three cop cars worth, all coming to the rescue of officer Lopez. Everyone at the scene could hear it and a few bystanders breathed sighs of relief at the sound. Estimating that the cars were a good five miles away on the other side of town, JT made a rough calculation in his head and declared loudly, "Sounds fun. My guess is the cavalry will be here in five minutes. That leaves us four minutes to party without supervision. So let's get to dancing, eh?" And without a second's more of hesitation, JT ripped the heavy, blood-soaked shirt from his back and charged at the man, eyes flashing red and an ear-curdling yelp blasting from his lips. It was like watching a rabid dog barrel towards you at top speed. The Irish sounding guy would see JT coming in for the tackle but that wasn't the point, whether he made contact or not. The blond was acting on autopilot and out for death. Hitting him or not, he'd wheel round and attack again in savage yet highly pointed swings of his fists. He played 100% or not at all. And for the next four minutes, the pace of the fight would be double-time, one blow after the other. Hope Roth was ready. Oh, and the girl? JT had every intention of stealing her away after the brawl. Some called it sexual assault, perhaps rape. JT called it a good time. « Last Edit: Jul 18, 2009 16:38:20 GMT -6 by zev » Back to Top   aleeca Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Red Means Stop (open) « Jul 18, 2009 17:22:24 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top She did almost a double take at the sight of the familiar face and voice, even if she didn't have such a good memory it hadn't been that long ago since the butcher job on her hair, though...the style was starting to grow on her. But that wasn't that point she unconsciously tucked some of it behind her ear and nodded. Aleece started to smile back at his admittedly friendly face but it faltered a little when the attention was taken back to the blond. Though her focus didn't stay there for long with a sigh like a lot of the people around her when she heard the faint wail of sirens as a few cop cars ran code to get here as quickly as possibly. She did have to look back at the guy wondering if he had a few screws loose in his head, by still wanting to fight...with the cops coming? There was no way that this could be ended that quickly and for him to get away before they arrived, thought when he started first, taking the offensive quickly it looked like...he might just be able to. Aleece wasn't to close to the starting of this scuffle so she only had to take a step back to feel...safely out of the way. Without thinking her had went to her back pocket and pulled out the cell phone flipping it open and going to her camera. Unsure if the blond was part of the collective she was sure Roth was, and she had it in her to record anything that had to do with that place, its people...who came out of it, and if anything was started, nevermind they weren't on campus grounds anywhere. Aleece probably would have been better off just leaving before the cops got there or before she had time to see any of this, but strangely enough she felt compelled to do it. Back to Top   Andy Daws Mentor Swagger of a Cripple I'm The Bomb. No, literally, I blow stuff up. With my mind and junk. [send pm] Joined: June 2009 Posts: 2,192 Red Means Stop (open) « Jul 18, 2009 21:52:33 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Flashing lights of red an blue floated off in the distance. The wrestler didn't mind cops when they were doing they're job to protect, but cops didn't like him. In Boston, in Philly, and now in California. Maybe it was the clothes, maybe his hair. All Roth knew was that he had a few minutes to hold off the phyco from hurting anyone else in the area. Roth watched as his new opponent ripped off his shirt and charged. At seemingly the same moment Roth whipped off his coat and threw it in the direction of Aleece. It was the only trust worthy face to take care of a long matted memory. "Take care of that." The blond red eyed assailant charged and Roth did the same. His legs were tired, but Roth muscled through the pain and charged head on. A rush of adrenaline flowed through his boiling blood. The two charging men would meet head on if neither moved or stopped. Roth's plan was simple, as he got in range of his blond adversary he would grab for the upper legs of waist. once he got his hands anywhere near that area he would keep himself going forward and take-down the roaring maniac. Once Roth was a top the fallen opponent he would throw continuous right hook aimed for the face while his left hand would go for a quick strike to the throat and then hold it to the ground. At the level of anger in Roth, and the level of danger in his opponent there was no fucking around. Take out the threat, and keep the public safe at any cost. He was a Peacemaker, it was his duty to prevent a death like his sister's. Back to Top   Bio zev Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Red Means Stop (open) « Jul 20, 2009 16:02:52 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top "RaaaarrGGHHHHH!" It was like watching two starved pit bulls collide. JT and the man slammed into each other, and, for a split second, all momentum was stalled. The blond and the brown were of nearly equal height and weight and came in at speeds very close to even. But the extra twenty pounds and sheer power behind Roth became evident as another moment later the dark haired man overpowered JT and muscled him back first into the ground. It was a classic takedown, slightly sloppy but no less effective. Clearly this fight was not going to be a kung fu movie, all flashy kicks and whipping cloaks. It was gonna be knuckles and blood, dirty, sketchy, and brutal. JT was surprised at being overpowered and surrendered to the takedown, taking the unforgiving asphalt hard to the packed muscle of his back. But thinking quickly and letting years of cage matche experience take over, he acted without hesitation. The dark haired man was moving quite fast but, hopefully, before Roth could get on top, JT curled his knees to his chest, looking to catch Roth under his feet. Then, rolling into the takedown and cranking his legs out like a spring, the blond aimed to toss Roth over his head, sperating the two and leaving JT free to switch ont his stomach and come flying in with a rising right knee strike. If he managed to catch Roth in time. If not...JT would be eating a lot of fist in another moment. Back to Top   aleeca Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Red Means Stop (open) « Jul 20, 2009 18:23:19 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Aleece was barely able to catch the trench coat tossed at her and in between managing her phone, her bag and the sudden knew item, she fumbled a bit to keep her hands on it all. With a sigh she finally got situated letting the heavy material drape over one arm as she watched the fight continue. Her attention was drawn briefly from the scuffle between the two going head to head to look over her shoulder noticing that those sirens and lights were drawing closer, still far enough away it was gonna take some time. Perhaps down to four minutes now and...honestly that short amount of time felt like it couldn't drag on any slower. Aleece didn't want to be here but with a small noise she looked down at the coat in her hand and pursed her lips. Lifting her phones camera again she went back recording...If she did have to wait around she'd make sure to have something to show the cops, like this guys face, that is if he managed to get away in time.... ((sorry so short >_> just thought the reaction to having that coat thrown at her needed a response XD)) Back to Top   Andy Daws Mentor Swagger of a Cripple I'm The Bomb. No, literally, I blow stuff up. With my mind and junk. [send pm] Joined: June 2009 Posts: 2,192 Red Means Stop (open) « Jul 22, 2009 20:38:25 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top (ooc: Don't worry, it's just a bunch of heavy black, matted, stained, dirty, and perhaps bloodied 3 year old Trench Coat =D) The bright blue and red lights were still raging on their way. The two titans clashed together in a massive collision. Time seemed to stand still for a moment as Roth briefly stared into the ominous red eyes of his new opponent. He saw nothing but rage inside them. It was...chilling. Roth's equal momentum and greater strength and weight worked in his advantage as he out-powered the assailant and was no heading on top of him. Before Roth could adjust his opponent's knees were pressed against his chest and part of his ribs. He could feel the pressure exerting upward. With pure wrestling reaction, Roth went to work. With a moments adjustment Roth pulled his hands back, grabbing the knees against his chest and pulling them apart. Having each leg on his side Roth grabbed each leg respectfully, and by the top of the calf and shin. A large short length kick from his right leg shot out into the ass of the red eyed monster. Using that kick's momentum Roth would swing that leg over his opponent's body. With each leg in hand and his enemy turned over Roth would squat down and pull back preforming his signature submission maneuver. The Boston Crab. The moon stared at the two fighters along with the crowd and Aleece. The cops were still speeding on their way. Little did they know what was currently unfolding. Back to Top   Bio zev Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Red Means Stop (open) « Jul 26, 2009 19:53:13 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top The stranger was quick and apparently not without some degree of skill. JT was not fast enough with his flip kick and could do little as the dark haired man twisted him around onto his stomach, attempting to set his legs in place for a submission hold. It worked, to a degree: JT's animalistic nature meant that he hated being bound up and thrashed vigorously with his entire body as Roth went for the hold. Thus, JT's right leg was firmly clasped in the Crab, but his left managed to slide off the sweet spot and was wedged against Roth's knee, sparing it most of the strain. Still, the blond man's legs were firmly trapped in Roth's strong grip, and things already weren't looking good. Until JT spied something that made him smile. The piece of asphalt he had thrown moments earlier at the cop car. It was lying right next to him, within arm's reach. JT had no qualms about using foreign objects. Without hesitation he snatched up the chunk of debris and held it tight in his right hand. Then, leaning back and propping himself up as far he could, gritting through the tearing pain in his thighs, he launched the chunk like a club blindly over his shoulder. He was aiming to smash the rock as hard and as many times as he could into anything on Roth's body: his back, his spine, his head. Anything he could reach. JT would even swing around and aim for his ribs if needed. Just smash-smash-smash until Roth let go or tried something else. Both men obviously looked like the tough type, but if neither gave in, only one outcome was certain. JT would have torn ligaments and muscles in his knees and legs. and Roth would have divots the size of baseballs taken out of his flesh, probably with a few broken ribs and possibly damaged spinal vertebrae to boot. Lovely images, eh? Back to Top   Andy Daws Mentor Swagger of a Cripple I'm The Bomb. No, literally, I blow stuff up. With my mind and junk. [send pm] Joined: June 2009 Posts: 2,192 Red Means Stop (open) « Jul 26, 2009 22:49:45 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top (ooc: Ah, the visions of tearing muscle and flesh makes me feel so warm right before bed) The Boston Crab was in, mostly. Somewhere along the line the phycotic assailant got away to a point wear Roth barley had one leg, but the the other fairly in his grip. The wrestler was being thrashed around in his squatting position, trying his best to hold him down. In what seemed to be a frozen moment in time Roth looked over to see the flashing lights come closer. Still a little over three minutes away. As time got back to it's natural state Roth screamed out to the crowd and moon with the wolves as what he would guess to be a large piece of rock smashed against his back in the area of his kidneys. Luckily, if there was anything Roth was good at doing, it was taking pain. He tried his best to keep the hold in place as he was stuck three more times with the bloudging rock. Once to the lower spine, one to his ass, and one to his rib cage. As he felt the movement of the fifth strike coming for him Roth leaned back all the way he could doing any last minute damage before letting go completely. Roth ran forward a few steps and ran right into the car of Officer Lopez. With the divers door opened Roth climbed inside and looked around for anything to combat the man. With a blind grab from a small knowledge of cop cars Roth found a night stick, and standard 9mm gun in the passenger seat. Instinctively Roth grabbed it out of it's leather holster and shoved it in his large tripp pants pocket. Roth then grabbed the night stick and turned around to be ready to keep his red eyed, rock clubbed opponent down. (ooc: I'm not grabbing the gun for use now, only to have later on for..storyline...stuff...) Back to Top   Bio El Sensei Sensei El Jefe I control the universe! [send pm] Joined: July 2009 Posts: 28,490 Red Means Stop (open) « Jul 27, 2009 17:20:55 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top "Oh shit, the cops are here! Run!" As Sgt. Scott spoke, his right foot would plant squarely in Roth's ass as he dived into the car, forcing him to over shoot and likely slam his head on the inside of the passenger's side door. Remaining non-chalant, he'd grip the side of the door and slam it shut, forcing Roth in the car at an akward position that would take the decently sized man some time to reposition himself in the small compartment before he'd be able to get out, not to mention any sort of injuries. The call had come in just over four minutes ago, and it seemed he was the first to arrive on scene. He kept his eyes on JT, though noticing Officer Lopez laying down at his feet. he was still breathing, but he was in terrible shape. Luckily, the ambulence and back up would arrive in the next couple of minutes. Officer Lopez was one of the few nice cops of the SDPD, and he never did anything to deserve this. Tyler was going to have a handcuff slapping fest tonight, until he knew for sure who was responsible. "Down on your belly! Now!" Sgt. Scott exlaimed, sliding his hand to the small of his back as he pulled out his expandable baton, extending it as he held it at his right hip. "Drop the rock, and get your ass down!" Back to Top   zev Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Red Means Stop (open) « Jul 27, 2009 18:08:43 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top "Ah ah ah, I don't think so." Everything had happened so quickly that it was difficult to see what was going on. One thing was clear though: JT had found his way out. While Roth was making a dive for the car and the newly arrived cop was making a scene, JT had hauled himself up onto his feet and done the first thing that came to mind when he realized he was out of time and out gunned. He took a hostage. Despite a bad limp in his right leg, JT had managed to swing behind Aleece's back and wrap a thick, muscled arm around her neck, his other hand twisting Aleece's left arm backward, almost to the dislocating point. It was a dirty yet effective trick. With Aleece now firmly under his control, JT locked eyes with the officer, thickly blood shot, cold eyes. Anyone seeing them would have no doubts about JT's willingness to go through with what he said next. "Back off chief. Take one step anywhere and I'll snap her neck." JT began inching backwards, hobbling and favoring his bad leg, heading towards the maze of suburban houses behind him. If he managed to make it into the darkness, he could disappear into the backyards and pools and make it back to his campsite at the Collective before dawn. Squeezing harder at the tender skin beneath his bicep, JT wiggled his fingers and said menacingly, "One twist of my wrist and she's fucked. Just stay where you are, let us leave, and she'll come out alive. Got it?" Well, maybe alive. JT didn't make much distinction between lies and the truth. Back to Top   Andy Daws Mentor Swagger of a Cripple I'm The Bomb. No, literally, I blow stuff up. With my mind and junk. [send pm] Joined: June 2009 Posts: 2,192 Red Means Stop (open) « Jul 27, 2009 19:20:50 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top (ooc: As soon as I saw your Bio I wondered if you'd end up here, guess I was right) Roth grabbed the gun and shoved it deep into his pocket. He didn't know why, instinct, planning, want, need, all he knew was that he now held the means to cease life at the pull of a trigger. The large Boston native flew forward into the car after being kicked in by what he thought was the Phyco with the rock. After just missing his head from hitting the window using his forearm, Roth turned around to see the officer slam the door shut and walk over to the limping blood eyed maniac. Thinking more of his current location, Roth squirmed his large body into a sitting position in the drivers seat of the car. After adjusting himself he turned himself over the seat to watch the situation behind him. Aleece was now a hostage, and the officer who had thrown Roth into the car now waited with his weapon at hand at the situation. Now, Roth had a few options, and for once he thought it out. The keys to Officer Lopez's car were still turned off in the ignition. Roth did have his full license, and could drive a car, but 'making use' of a squad car still wasn't the best idea. The wrestling brute threw jammed the key forward and reved the engine. With a quick movement Roth threw the car in a large turn to it's right. The crowd instinctively backed up as Roth's car now faced the Blood Eyed Maniac and Aleece. Now again, he had thought about what he was doing. With a quick stall looking around Roth found the lighting controls finding the high-beam switch. A flick of a finger and Roth shot out the high beams of the car at the man and his hostage. Temporary blindness. Simple tactic used in many wars and battles, A man with permanently blood shot eyes would hopefully take even more damage from a blinding ray of light. What Roth really hoped though was that the only officer at the scene would take the distraction, and act. Back to Top   Bio aleeca Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Red Means Stop (open) « Jul 27, 2009 22:17:58 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Everything was going down to quickly to really keep up with, the fact the two of them were going at it like animals, making her cringe at the level of brutality they didn't seem to mind being dealt out to each, by each. Her attention was drawn suddenly to the man who arrived there before any patrol cars she sighed feeling a little relief that someone was finally here - But her relief was short lived she saw him (JT) moving but had no time to really react when she felt an arm wrapping around her neck and squeezing, her hands were instantly cleared of what she had been holding - Roth's coat, her cell phone, and the plastic bag. Aleece tried to grip onto the bicep currently cutting off her air supply. Breathing wasn't exactly the easiest, the sudden action causing her to gasp when she felt her arm being forced behind her. Being short already made everything about this beyond obviously uncomfortable, the way he pulled up on her wrist making her want to bite off a sharp sudden cry at the treatment. Her eyes shut tightly against the almost unbearable pull burning in her shoulder, like one...freakin' movement on his part and it would break. Damn it she couldn't have that....her lively hood at the moment depended on her typing. Gritting her teeth she didn't resist any movement on his guys part actually she was on her tip toes her head tilted back finding no choice in the fact she didn't like being forced to be held this close...to anyone. Her eyes prickled hotly as she cracked her them to look at this cop, as much as she wanted help she really hoped no one decided to play hero because this guy currently with the ability to snap her neck was threatening to do just that. Her heart was pounding; thundering an unsteady cadence in her chest as they slowly backed up, yeah…Aleece was scared. The adrenaline the fear of things happening here that even she wasn’t sure she could imagine made her head swim with uncertainty. Everything was pretty much muffled in her ears so she was faintly aware of the sound of a car starting up, tired screeching, and before she knew it she was flinching, squinting at the sudden light in her face…. ((OOC - any god modding seen between JT and Aleece has been approved by both parties XP )) « Last Edit: Jul 27, 2009 22:30:56 GMT -6 by zev » Back to Top   El Sensei Sensei El Jefe I control the universe! [send pm] Joined: July 2009 Posts: 28,490 Red Means Stop (open) « Jul 27, 2009 22:39:19 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Any trace of humor left in the situation dissipated, as things escalated once more. Sgt. Scott was fairly certain that JT couldn't break the girl's neck with the one hand, unless there was some hidden technique with magic leverage he didn't know about. However, that didn't mean she still couldn't get seriously injured. Her windpipe and arm were still very much at risk, and it would take much of a switch of his hands for JT to be able to land the deathstrike he promised. "Alright," the Sergeant said, taking a step back as he held up his left hand, gesturing the universal signal of stop and take it easy. "Just think a minute. Right now your only at aggravated assault. You don't want murder hanging over your head, kid." There wasn't much time for any reaction on the hostage taker's part, for the boy in the police car had found both his seat and the keys in the ignition. Honestly, could it have been any easier for this kid to steal that car? In any case, it didn't go far as Roth merely pointed the car in another direction before turning on the brights. At this point, however, Sgt. Scott would have dropped his baton, quickdrawing his beretta and slamming the heel of the handle into the driver's side window in one smooth motion. "Stay put! You move again and I will shoot you in the face!" Hostage situations were a little stressful. The other boy involved probably meant well, as he wasn't running anyone over like his instincts first guessed. However, school boy heroics didn't work out so well in the real world, speaking from experience. Luckily, it had still worked out slightly in his favor as it had given him the moment to draw his firearm without immediate retribution. Assuming Roth listened, Sgt. Scott would turn back fully towards JT and the girl, placing them in his crosshairs. "Let her go and we all walk away, guy. Hurt her, and you're looking down the barrel of my beretta. Make the right choice..." Back to Top   zev Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Red Means Stop (open) « Jul 28, 2009 21:00:19 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top "ARRGGHHH!!" The blinding lights of the cop car struck JT full in his nocturnal eyes, causing his pupils to squeeze shut and stars to appear in his vision. Shutting his eyelids tight but never losing his grip on Aleece, he turned his head away to try and avoid the glare and regain his composure. Though his vision was lost, his other senses were still keen, and the blond heard the officer scream something at the brown haired guy in the car. That second's lose of focus was all JT needed. Scott had barely gotten "hurt her" out of his mouth before JT had fixed his grip on the girl and hoisted the petite woman easily onto his right shoulder. Holding her down firmly and setting his jaw as tight as he could, JT took off running towards the houses behind him. The pain in his leg was excruciating, but his years of physical abuse had given him especially high pain thresholds, and his constant physical conditioning made him strong and fast. Despite the limp, JT cleared the distance to the houses by the time Scott had finished making his warning. Would he fire a shot? Would he give chase? JT didn't know, and he didn't care. He sprinted as fast as he could, as hard as he could, clenching tightly to Aleece to keep her from squirming and throwing him off balance. JT knew that on the other side of the yards was the cheap, four door sedan of the white yuppies he had beaten close to death earlier in the night. The blond dog had a plan to jump in the car and lay low, silent, until Scott had passed by. Hopefully he could make enough distance between him and the cop to make such a plan successful. If he was spotted before he got into the car, well, he did have the yuppies' keys in his pocket, just in case. But driving was still new to him, and a high speed chase was not his first choice. No, hiding was best... Back to Top   Andy Daws Mentor Swagger of a Cripple I'm The Bomb. No, literally, I blow stuff up. With my mind and junk. [send pm] Joined: June 2009 Posts: 2,192 Red Means Stop (open) « Jul 29, 2009 19:20:41 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top "Fuck!" Thats all that he could say at the current situation. He was stuck in a legally stolen cop car with a freak off his leash kidnapping Aleece, and a cop threating to kill him if he did anything else. As if the night hadn't been bad enough. The Boston wrestler though about it for a moment as the blood eyed maniac booked it. Aleece being kidnapped with him. Roth hoped she could hold her own, after all she was a collective student, if you could survive that then you were in pretty good shape. It no longer mattered what the officer did, Roth wasn't smart. He was instinctual. With a flick of his wrist he shut the car off and burst his way out of the cop car. He wanted to give chase, it what animals did. Although Roth was instinctual, he wasn;t an animal. With his full body outside the car he looked to the officer with a determined look. "Your buddies still got a ways to go. I don't care what you do to me later, but I'm helping you out with this." The moon still shined fully above the city of Chula Vista. The raging flashes of red and blue were still about two minutes away. The crowd died down to the dedicated few to watch the current scene. Back to Top   Bio El Sensei Sensei El Jefe I control the universe! [send pm] Joined: July 2009 Posts: 28,490 Red Means Stop (open) « Jul 29, 2009 23:27:48 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Christ...thanks for letting me deal with all the psychos in the area, universe... Verbally, Sergeant Scott would mutter something under his breath in direct accordance to Roth's own choice of wording. Scarily enough, it seemed the two of them were once again on the same page of working together to retrieve both the psychopath and the hostage. The moment Roth killed the engine and began to open the door, Sgt. Scott would push it shut, hopping onto the hood of the car. "Start it back up! I changed my mind, follow him, go, go, go!" If Roth would follow his directions, Tyler would slide his left hand under the hood where it connects with the windshield, holding it tightly as he locked his gun back in its holster. Squatting on the hood of the car, Sgt. Scott would point and shout, directing Roth to ram straight through the wooden picket fences of the housing's backyards, quickly catching up with JT just before he'd reach the car. I'm definately going to get fired. Diving off the hood, the Sergeant would tackle JT from behind, wrapping his arms above the man's hips as he intended to drag him to the ground. The hostage would likely receive some scrapes and bruises along with the two of them, but it was almost certainly better than whatever the psycho had in mind. Falling and rolling would likely sustain some injury to Sgt. Scott himself, but hopefully the advantage of knowing he was pulling that stupid stunt would give him the advantage, allowing him to get JT's back and push his face into the ground, giving him the chance to detain him. « Last Edit: Jul 30, 2009 0:15:41 GMT -6 by El Sensei » Back to Top   Andy Daws Mentor Swagger of a Cripple I'm The Bomb. No, literally, I blow stuff up. With my mind and junk. [send pm] Joined: June 2009 Posts: 2,192 Red Means Stop (open) « Jul 30, 2009 21:10:45 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top (ooc: Aleece said shes waiting for JT's reaction to the tackle) *BAM* Roth got slammed against the police car door yet again. Roth couldn't hear much beside the slam of the door and the ringing in his ears. All he could make out was that Office Whats-his-face was getting on top of the hood pointing to the fence. *VROOM* No bullshit. Roth simply turned the keys, thrust it into drive and gunned it, His only hope would be that friendly Officer Dave would have enough balance and strength to take the full force of the wooded picket fence. *SLAM* The car's flashing red and blue lights turned on as Roth whiplashed his face and arm onto the controls of the car. The impact of the fence was strong, but Friendly Officer Dave made it through. Having a good idea of what he was doing Roth slammed onto the breaks. *SCREECH* Roth watched as the cop flew into the air taking out the blood eyed maniac from behind. All he could hope was that this officer was at least as good as him. Cause if he wasn't then Friendly Officer Dave would probably beat killed, raped, decapitated, and eaten. As the scene unfolded Roth thrust the gear shift into park and rushed out of the car. As long as the cop could handle the blond freak, then Roth would tend to Aleece, confirming her release and safety. Back to Top   Bio zev Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Red Means Stop (open) « Aug 4, 2009 20:42:33 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Sounds of a car gunning its engine. Squealing tires. A man screaming orders. JT looked back over his shoulder just in time to see a man flying through the air, arms wide for a tackle. In his head, JT sighed, annoyed and tired. It just wasn't his night. First the bad deal then a know-it-all cop than a long haired savior then guns and now this. Even with his tremendous physical conditioning, JT would never have been able to outrun a car. So when Officer Scott went for the take down, the rabid blond did the only thing he could think of. He threw Aleece. Stepping hard to the outside of his foot and spinning round an Olympic discuss thrower, JT hurled the small girl directly into Scott's path, while he, JT, dove in the opposite direction. It was a clumsy plan, hell, not a plan at all, just a reaction. Scott could pass right over Aleece and still nab JT. But JT didn't think the cop would allow the girl to possibly get hurt. Distracted yet again, the blond might just get enough time to roll out of his dive, regain his footing, and dash into the yuppie's sedan, which at this point was barely yards away. A car chase was not his goal, he was horrible at driving, but it was his only chance. Though he could ignore the pain, his leg was physically injured, and slowing him down just enough to make an on foot getaway impossible. His hostage and her weight lost and distracting, JT might just have the factors added up enough to escape. The long hair and the cop and that bitch especially would get their payback later. For now, JT breathed hard and moved as fast as his highly honed muscles could carry him. Back to Top   aleeca Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Red Means Stop (open) « Aug 7, 2009 22:36:54 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Aleece has certainly not just let herself be thrown over the blonds shoulder like a sack of potatoes. It had definitely shocked her for a few seconds, to the point of silence and stillness, but she instantly saw the jerk was hurt from his and Roth's scuffle. At least she had one thing going for her...he wasn't going to be moving to good, though it certainly didn't mean his hands were broke. It was proof in the way managed to keep her still, her at least her legs. One hand scrambled almost frantically at his back, since he had seen fit to rip it off moments before. The other she brought up bending her elbow and she was sure she felt it clip the back of his head but it didn't seem to deter him in anyway as Aleece gripped his shoulder pushing up against his hands with a grunt...more pissed off now then anything. It just kept getting better too. She looked sharply to hear the cop yell something, she couldn't really understand over the rush in her ears, but she recognized the sounds of a car starting up and tires squealing and even the sound of the cop car crashed through some fence. In that instant the possibilities that could have happened were quite a few, but what she hadn't really expected was to be thrown. Sure dropped...or shoved to the side, but not thrown. As she hit a solid mass from behind her head spun, her eyes shut tightly through the inevitable, but she wasn't sure which way was up or down, if she had landed against someone or something. The wind had been knocked out of her so other then a harsh exhale she didn't make another noise going limp a little...for some reason just tired of this mess. Licking her lips she cracked her eyes not sure what sort of situation she would be opening them to but she wanted to be sure she wasn't going to dragged into the middle of it...again. ((ooc - sorry for the delay posting guys - and sorry so short)) « Last Edit: Aug 7, 2009 22:38:48 GMT -6 by zev » Back to Top   El Sensei Sensei El Jefe I control the universe! [send pm] Joined: July 2009 Posts: 28,490 Red Means Stop (open) « Aug 11, 2009 19:53:34 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top (OOC: Sorry for the wait, guys.) Sometimes things needed to be dealt with on the fly... literally. Blocking his path to the "suspect" was another body, the body of the hostage girl being thrown directly at him. While mid-air, jumping off a moving car, Tyler had no time to really think things through. Therefore, he instinctively opened his arms earlier, grabbing Aleece from behind and hugging her tightly. Their momentum would shift as they collided, Aleece's upper back striking the Sergeant's face. Toppling to the right, Tyler would land on bottom, turning his head to the right to avoid striking the back of his head. Still, Aleece's weight would come down, causing him to hit headfirst on the grass. The Sergeant would momentarily become limp, striking his temple on the grass as they rolled over a few times. Tyler was still concious, but by hitting his temple he had received what fighter's refer to as a "flash knockout." He was still there, but overly daze and numb to the world around him. There would be a few seconds of stillness, followed by groaning and sloth-like movement as he shakily got to his feet. Taking a few steps towards where he thought JT last was, he'd stumble and back up into a tree, clutching his head with his right hand. He looked around for a moment, seeing stars but no culprit. After a moment he trailed his gaze over the other male, gears grinding in his brain as he forced himself to speak. "Is...is she okay...?" Back to Top   Reply Share Thread Facebook Twitter Tumblr LinkedIn MySpace Email Go to Previous Thread Next Thread Please make a selection first