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Who: Reno and Barret
Status: Kinda open
When: 8:00 PM
Where: Outside Seventh Heaven
What: Barret is happened upon by a desperate M-PIV user needing cash and willing to use violence to get it. Reno comes upon the scene shortly after the struggle has begun.
After leaving Cloud to have some thoughts to himself over their newly arisen crisis, Barret found himself taking a brief drive around the city. He felt the spike of negativity and aggression in the air like a shark smells blood. It was potent and foreboding, like the city was coming apart at the seams. It left a trickle of goosebumps along his skin and gave him a taste for bloodlust. There were certain people on his list that he would like to have a stab at, but it would obviously have to wait.
He brought his truck to a park around the side of Seventh Heaven, his temporary home. It was time to fill in the crew of the latest happenings--all but Cloud's little problem. The guy wasn't comfortable bringing it out in the open yet, and he had to respect that. Even though he felt everyone knowing what they were dealing with would help in coming to a decision in how to handle the threat, he let it go for now.
He sensed a threatening presence a few breaths away as he came to a complete stop. Being in the vicinity of the bar, it was a common feeling considering the circulation of M-PIV. He wasn't certain if it was because of what had recently occurred that set him on edge or he was simply being paranoid, but he wasn't going to take the chance of letting down his guard. After all, a full guard was what helped keep him alive for so long.
Shutting off the engine, he took a quick glance to all of his mirror before exiting the vehicle. Darkness had descended, and the headlights from the truck handicapped his night vision. Just as he slammed the truck door shut, he felt a large hand grab the back of his neck as well as a knife to his back. Whoever the attacker was, was trying to use their body strength and the blade to shove Wallace's front against the side of his own vehicle.
But Barret wasn't having that. Using his own strength, feeding it rage to heighten its power, he used the persons' weight against them and reversed the position. He moved forward and gave a swift turn, clasping his metal hand around the knife wrist a twisted, earning a yelp from the man. He spun until the attackers' back was facing the vehicle and used the momentum to shove him forward. The knife clattered against the gravel as the attacker, who Wallace now noticed was a scraggly, wild eyed man, was slammed to his back against the truck. With his other hand to the attackers neck, he squeezed while the other mans' struggling became erratic.
M-PIV was a key player in this tustle. He could tell by his immense aggression and the look in his dilated irises that this wasn't a common mugger. "Who you think you are, huh?! You think you can fuck with me, do ya mother fucker?!" Barret shouted into the mans' face, who didn't show fear but a blazing glare that could have sent the dark man running for the hills had he been a lesser man.
Status: Kinda open
When: 8:00 PM
Where: Outside Seventh Heaven
What: Barret is happened upon by a desperate M-PIV user needing cash and willing to use violence to get it. Reno comes upon the scene shortly after the struggle has begun.
After leaving Cloud to have some thoughts to himself over their newly arisen crisis, Barret found himself taking a brief drive around the city. He felt the spike of negativity and aggression in the air like a shark smells blood. It was potent and foreboding, like the city was coming apart at the seams. It left a trickle of goosebumps along his skin and gave him a taste for bloodlust. There were certain people on his list that he would like to have a stab at, but it would obviously have to wait.
He brought his truck to a park around the side of Seventh Heaven, his temporary home. It was time to fill in the crew of the latest happenings--all but Cloud's little problem. The guy wasn't comfortable bringing it out in the open yet, and he had to respect that. Even though he felt everyone knowing what they were dealing with would help in coming to a decision in how to handle the threat, he let it go for now.
He sensed a threatening presence a few breaths away as he came to a complete stop. Being in the vicinity of the bar, it was a common feeling considering the circulation of M-PIV. He wasn't certain if it was because of what had recently occurred that set him on edge or he was simply being paranoid, but he wasn't going to take the chance of letting down his guard. After all, a full guard was what helped keep him alive for so long.
Shutting off the engine, he took a quick glance to all of his mirror before exiting the vehicle. Darkness had descended, and the headlights from the truck handicapped his night vision. Just as he slammed the truck door shut, he felt a large hand grab the back of his neck as well as a knife to his back. Whoever the attacker was, was trying to use their body strength and the blade to shove Wallace's front against the side of his own vehicle.
But Barret wasn't having that. Using his own strength, feeding it rage to heighten its power, he used the persons' weight against them and reversed the position. He moved forward and gave a swift turn, clasping his metal hand around the knife wrist a twisted, earning a yelp from the man. He spun until the attackers' back was facing the vehicle and used the momentum to shove him forward. The knife clattered against the gravel as the attacker, who Wallace now noticed was a scraggly, wild eyed man, was slammed to his back against the truck. With his other hand to the attackers neck, he squeezed while the other mans' struggling became erratic.
M-PIV was a key player in this tustle. He could tell by his immense aggression and the look in his dilated irises that this wasn't a common mugger. "Who you think you are, huh?! You think you can fuck with me, do ya mother fucker?!" Barret shouted into the mans' face, who didn't show fear but a blazing glare that could have sent the dark man running for the hills had he been a lesser man.