we've got a war to fight.
WHO: ebony_mask (Black Mask), nineinches (Green Lantern), and deadredbird (Red Hood) DC sure is creative with its names
WHERE: the docks
WHEN: night
WARNINGS: violence and NPC death
SUMMARY: Jason's particular brand of justice has plenty of detractors. It's been far too long since someone tried to mess with his operations.
FORMAT: prose to start, then prose or quicklog, you pick
Watching the proceedings from high above the warehouse floor, Jason leaned on the railing of the catwalk and yawned. This was it. His gang milled below, their sounds dimming that of the harbor outside. They thought they were waiting for another shipment of drugs. Funny, so did the gang swiftly approaching this very warehouse. No matter the outcome, Jason counted today as a win. One or both gangs would be wiped clean from the streets, and he would be left with all their goods and income. Who should he direct the proceeds to this time? The reconstruction of LA? Nah, fuck LA. This ugly, tainted drug money would go to the City and its shelters. He'd have to keep some for himself, of course; weapons and security didn't pay for itself. But he was already quite well off. And if he needed another gang in the future, then he'd go take over another one.
He checked his handheld feed again, just to make sure the other gang was still on their way.
WHERE: the docks
WHEN: night
WARNINGS: violence and NPC death
SUMMARY: Jason's particular brand of justice has plenty of detractors. It's been far too long since someone tried to mess with his operations.
FORMAT: prose to start, then prose or quicklog, you pick
Watching the proceedings from high above the warehouse floor, Jason leaned on the railing of the catwalk and yawned. This was it. His gang milled below, their sounds dimming that of the harbor outside. They thought they were waiting for another shipment of drugs. Funny, so did the gang swiftly approaching this very warehouse. No matter the outcome, Jason counted today as a win. One or both gangs would be wiped clean from the streets, and he would be left with all their goods and income. Who should he direct the proceeds to this time? The reconstruction of LA? Nah, fuck LA. This ugly, tainted drug money would go to the City and its shelters. He'd have to keep some for himself, of course; weapons and security didn't pay for itself. But he was already quite well off. And if he needed another gang in the future, then he'd go take over another one.
He checked his handheld feed again, just to make sure the other gang was still on their way.