Mr. Blonde

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Well that's not where I'm going with it personally, but have fun.

[FONT="Courier New"]“Bloody fucking Hell!” Gilford Cornett slammed his fist down on his desk; in his other hand he held a copy of the London Times. [CENTER][IMG]http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/320/newspaper8548x399ce1.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] “What the fuck is happening?!” Cornett slammed his fist down again, the scotch in his glass rippled, and the cigar ash jumped out of the ash tray on the desk. Cornett sat in a lavishly adorned office, about a half dozen men in suits stood around the room, with seemingly nothing important to do. One of them, a tall skinny man spoke up: “Hey, boss… you always said you hated the Greeks. Why do you care if somebody offed Sarkov?” The Face stood from his chair and buttoned his blazer. “Because, Harold, the Greeks pay me, just like the Russians, the Irish, and any other fuck who wants to scam a point or make a deal within fifty miles of this fucking city! Our hold over everything hangs on perpetually by a thread. If people think dealing with me gets them killed… that’s bad business. We can’t afford bad business. And if the Greeks themselves had Sarkov murdered then that means they're planning something, and it's not going to be good.” The face walked over to the window with his hands folded at his waist. “Fuck Sarkov. I could give two shits about Jeremiah Sarkov and his meat and potatoes gang in Northampton. But what I do care about is the fear… This city should be scared not to deal with me, not the other way around.” Cornett stared out of the large picture window out onto the city. “Who the fuck is doing this…? Why now? I let all the other gangs earn. I let them feed their families, and this is how I'm repayed?! We have to get this under control.” “The only reason anybody knows about this, Boss is because of the paper. Let’s shake down the Times.” “There are thirty other newspapers in this city. Are we going to blow up half of London? The riots just calmed down. I need people taking to the streets again like I need a fucking bullet in the head. We can’t run business in that kind of mayhem. We don’t need to take out the papers, we need to take out whoever is doing this. We can't have civilians thinking its okay to kill people connected to me." "Who do you think it is, boss?” "I wouldn't doubt anybody at this point. Go around town and pay a visit to our multi-cultural friends. Pay extra attention to those fucking Russians. Find out what they know by any means neccesary. “Okay, boss.” Herald nodded his head and made his way for the door.” The Face walked back over to his desk and took a sip of scotch. “Oh, and Herald… did you check the Champagne Lounge for bugs, wires?” Herald turned back around to face Cornett. “Just like you asked me to, boss, didn’t find anything.” “Well check again, no one goes upstairs with anyone else until we check everything! And check the other clubs too! That piece of shit Gordon Weaver… I’d kill him if he was still alive!” Herald nodded and opened the office door. Just on the other side stood Inspector Mark Rutherford. He had his fist raised ready to knock, but pulled it down as the door was opened in front of him. “Herald, you’re looking well," Rutherford said sarcastically. “Fuck yourself, pig.” Herald bumped into Rutherford as he passed, pushing the Inspector against the wall. Rutherford brushed off his jacket, looking down the hallway at Herald as he turned the corner and walked out sight. “I hope you’ve come to tell me you’ve captured those responsible for these acts, Inspector.” The Face’s voice could be heard from inside his office. Rutherford hesitantly stepped inside. “H… hello, Mr. Cornett, I’m sorry, sir, but we haven’t found any suspects. But I have some new information for you. “It better be good, for your sake. I need to know if I'm going to massacre the Irish, the Russians or the Germans. And God help those fucking Greeks if they are trying for an uprising.” "What if it wasn't another crime family?" "What are you saying, Inspector?" “Some of us are beginning to suspect the murders were committed by completely different perpetrators, unconnected to one other, but possibly influenced by the crime preceeding it. They [I]are[/I] linked, but only through the influence of their actions." The Face stood by his desk, pouring more scotch into his glass. Rutherford continued to talk. “While the murders are similar on some levels, they show different qualities, different traits held by the perpetrators. The quality, or rather the degree of the violence suggests three different suspects. The Gordon Weaver case suggests that the situation just got out of hand, and had to be ended quickly. It was more about the evidence in the envelope than about the murder itself. The second killing suggested the killer was trying to send a symbolic message through the death, but the third, Sarkov, suggested enjoyment in the process of the murder, and a message through the act itself, not the death that resulted from it.” The Face gulped down an entire glass of scotch and filled his glass again. “Take care of this, Inspector! We won’t be having this meeting again. Good day, sir.” “I’ll try my--” “I said, good day, Inspector!” Rutherford nodded and quickly exited the room. He made his way down the hallway and descended a flight of stairs. He couldn’t wait to get out of that building and away from the Face. He threw open the front doors and stepped outside. His partner, Benjamin Lewis stood waiting for him on the sidewalk. “You look like shit, how did it go?” Lewis asked. “I can not wait until the day when I don’t have to report my actions to that thug!” “That won’t be anytime soon, mate.” “If we don’t catch who’s committing these murders… it may be sooner than we all think.”[/FONT]

[quote name='Nessaja'] The only one I usually drink like those two is Dr. Pepper, but I'm kind of suspicious of it now that I know it's a mixture of 23 flavors. That's kind of a lot of flavors to mix. What's in there, I wonder? [/QUOTE] carbonated Water 1 1/2 Babies sugar and/or corn sweetener the tongue of a Llama caramel color the blood of a virgin Vanilla Ice's career phosphoric acid the soul of an orphan sodium benzoate the mummified remains of Walt Disney (for flavor) a Yugoslavian grandmother's chest hair sweat from a old Polish man's taint the left paw of a chimpanzee lactic acid Johnny Depp's self respect wait a minute... maybe it's this: 1. Amaretto 2. Almond 3. Blackberry 4. Black Licorice 5. Carrot 6. Clove 7. Cherry 8. Caramel 9. Cola 10. Ginger 11. Juniper 12. Lemon 13. Molasses 14. Nutmeg 15. Orange 16. Prune 17. Plum 18. Pepper 19. Root Beer 20. Rum 21. Raspberry 22. Tomato 23. Vanilla Enjoy

[quote name='Drizzt Do'urden'] I've been drinking Diet Coke which isn't nearly as good. But I'm going to keep it up through the holidays. [/QUOTE] Diet soft drinks contain an artificial sweetener called Aspartam which turns into formaldehyde when it reacts with chemicals in your stomach. I'd stay away from it if I was you, unless you like drinking embalming fluid. Regular soft drinks, though high in sugar are more natural and therefore less harmful on your system. As far as my likes: room temperature coca-cola (on occasion) But I try to stick to tea. Arnold Palmers are delicious.

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[quote name='Vicky'][size=1] I was wondering, though, what it would be like if you added some cool effects. You know, like an 'old' video effect. Or switching between loads of video effects every time the video changes view. [/size][/QUOTE] [SIZE="1"]What would be the point of that? I'm assuming the video has a deeper meaning than a monkey riding a turn table, like how man has actually devolved by riding the bandwagon of instant celebrity (through music for instance) that ultimately ends in his own demise? ...or it's just a monkey on a turn table. Too bad you didn't have the monkey and turn table blow up at the end instead of hitting it with a stick, that would have been stronger. But explosives may be hard to come by. But I suppose if you're not a real director one might not go to those lengths. I would have Michael Bay(ed) the plush out of that monkey.[/SIZE]

Well I'm going to start this thing up. I would like to thank everyone for auditioning, unfortunately not everyone will be accepted. If you are not accepted it is only because I felt your character wasn't right for this story. Please feel free to audition for any of my RPGs in the future. I will be sending a PM to the accepted members with some detail on the general direction of the first portion of the story. I will be keeping auditions open during the first chapter of the RPG. I welcome others to audition during this period. After the first chapter is over I will close auditions and we will continue our story with the characters we have at that point. Cheers.

Indeed... but apparently she has disappeared.

My program automatically resizes them two or three pixels under for some reason. I edited my post and corrected the dimensions. If there's any other problems let me know. EDIT: I noticed the ribbon is a bit fuzzy and uneven, so I've posted an updated image which should be better.

[quote name='DeLarge'][SIZE=1] Also just realised that the Face is played by Vinnie Jones - interesting choice! [/SIZE][/QUOTE] I was waiting for someone to notice that. I think Vinnie Jones has the perfect British gangster face, but I suppose thats just from growing up watching Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, and Snatch. There will be comic book type villians, but I'll reveal those later in the RPG and they won't be as black and white as most villians are, for now we'll focus on the gangsters and criminals. For instance: my first post will be my character breaking into the Treasury Minister's house and... we'll you'll see.

The amount of advertising coincides directly with how much money the studio thinks the film will make. A lot of times the less the budget of the film, the less promos you will see for it. And A Scanner Darkly was feverishly advertised, I don't know where you were Allamorph... I love that film. R. D. Jr is great.

I'm working on something that I should have up shortly. EDIT: [URL]http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/7638/project5600x450se6.jpg[/URL]

next, please looks interesting

[quote name='Raiha'][COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I like reptiles, snakes, uromastyx, lizards, and the like. There. I said it.[/FONT][/COLOR][/QUOTE] [SIZE="1"]I have an orange uromastyx. His name is Nicodemis. I used to own an alligator (Jeremiah) but he grew up. All growns up... so sad. I've been attacked by two racoons so they freak me out a bit though. Reptiles I have no problem with, furry woodland creatures on the other hand...[/SIZE]

[quote name='Indi'][COLOR="Indigo"][FONT="Arial"]Are we really dumbing down as it implies? =P[/FONT][/COLOR][/QUOTE] Yes. There are two types of coverage when dealing with films, entertainment coverage, and critical coverage. Myself, I don't even bother to read anything but a couple reviews pertaining to films I have interest in from a select group of critics I don't believe have their heads up their arse. However some people of the teenage persuasion might not feel the same way. The film "Twilight" for instance, it's target audience is young teenage girls; hence why they interview them. Those girls want to know that "someone just like me" likes the bubblegum movie as well. The poison has enveloped all branches of filmed entertainment. We talk more about celebrities outfits and hairdos then the film they're in. It's sad, and shows the slow decline of our culture in certain pockets. But I see it this way: the people that are going to wrap themselves in that nonsense are probably mindless idiots anyway, so if the coverage was actually informational based, they would turn it off, or put it down. Entertainment coverage is a business now as well, and most people who watch "E television" and what not are these people, so they have to appease their target audience. These have been the people that have always been too self absorbed and moronic too comprehend anything outside the universe of stickers and rainbows. I say... let them melt their minds, it just makes the rest of us want to be unlike them even more. I don't know if you have ever watched the "Reelz" network, Indi, but they have good film coverage without the celebrity spin. They cover all the major festivals and premieres from a film stand point. Sadly I moved to another state and do not get the station any longer... *sigh*

I'll probably close up shop in a day or two. Thanks everyone.

I'm looking for a couple more people. And no more characters with guns. Thanks. Things are looking good. I appreciate the interest.

I'm going to keep auditions open for a few more days. I'm going for quite a dark and seedy feel to this with a lot of "anti-heroes" if you follow, so feel free to make your character as dark and tormented as you'd like.

[FONT="Book Antiqua"]Lon slowly rose and stepped up to Chase, still dragging his feet a bit. The old man snatched Chase’s cigarette from his lips and stuck it in his own mouth. “Oh, what the fuck?!” Chase went to grab the cigarette back but Lon shot him a look that would curdle milk and Galileo reluctantly recoiled. “I haven’t had one of these in years… I’m a cigar man myself, but I didn’t figure to bring any with me.” Lon sucked on the cig’s filter and bellowed out a large cloud of smoke. “You’re a fucking asshole.” Chase stuck his finger in Lon’s face and turned away. Lon hobbled around the lab, not much pleased at being there at all. He was never one for the indoors. He tottered over to Ilya and Chiyoko, whom still seemed to be a bit shook up from that night’s incident. “Hello, Mr. Grosvenor, how are you feeling?” Ilya asked Lon politely, standing to help him sit next to her. “I’ll live, thank you, young lady.” Lon lowered himself next to Ilya and Chiyoko. The girls still seemed a bit nervous around the old man. Lon could barely stand the tension. “So… that one over there wants to go into the city.” Lon stared down at the floor, addressing the question to anyone that would answer. “Chase? Um… yes, I suppose,” Chiyoko said softly, nearly under her breath. “Do you think that’s a good idea?” “I planned on leaving this place a long time ago, but I didn’t need to. I had everything I needed right here. I’ve scouted this area for miles around; there’s nothing, nobody. The city is abandoned and I never found anything there that was worth looking into. I don’t know what that kid hopes to find but he won’t find it there.” “But it’s dangerous here.” Ilya spoke up. “It’s dangerous everywhere… but there is less animals… less wild things… in the city, or what’s left of it.” “Don’t you want to know what happened to everyone?” Chiyoko asked. Lon sat in silence, puffing on his cigarette. “Mr. Grosvenor?” Ilya uttered. “This is no place for you, little girl… no place for either of you, no place for him either.” Lon motioned to Chase who stood in the doorway, smoking another cigarette, looking out at the statue and his friend the vulture. “I have nothing left… I’m alone… and this is no place for me either.” “Then come with us.” Chase chimed in from the doorway. “I don’t believe there is any place in this world that is for me anymore…” Lon stood up and walked over to Chase. “I’ll come with you to the city, I’ll show you what I’ve seen and you’ll realize there’s nothing here for anyone.” “We’ll see about that.” Chase smirked and flicked his cigarette on the floor of the lab.[/FONT]

Go for it, Vicky. It's about time he got back in the action. I'll post after you, probably tomorrow earlier in the day. Unless Neko has something planned she wants to get down. Keep me updated. EDIT: Well I'm a bastard and posted anyway, though it doesn't change much, just kind of gets Lon back into the story a bit and Chase and Lon on the same page (for now).

[SIZE="1"]My entire romantic career has been based upon the sucess of love letters. I can never seem to find the words in person but everything just seems to flow in a letter. I just feel so corny when saying those words out loud. People dig love letters, Dragon, so whether your letter was good or bad, it was still a bloody love letter, if she likes you it'll do the trick. And don't feel bad about her having a boyfriend, if she really loved him she would say no; you're not forcing anything on her. Good luck.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]them streets, son... them streets[/SIZE]

[quote name='Nessaja']Thanks Blonde, that's perfect (I think) for my character. However, she might be only twelve years old. :animesigh So if that's too young, I'll just keep the month and day the same. I kind of wanted to play an older character anyways. Vicky: Yeah, I forgot all about that. I don't even have a costume planned for my character yet. D=[/QUOTE] Twelve might be a bit too young, but I like the idea of an older character, a sort of aging femme fatale... Older but still kicking arse and all that jazz. Costumes can be whatever you'd like, Vicky. Masks and what not aren't neccesary. Don't take "Secret Identity" too literally, I just wanted people to know I wanted their 'crime fighter' name and not their real name in the sign up, but it's perfectly fine if they're one in the same.

Neko feel free to post, I don't mind. I'll get mine up after yours.