Jack Power (jackpower) wrote in gangs_of_nyx, @ 2009-02-09 18:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | mass master, zero g |
Bros Before Hos
Characters: Jack "Mass Master" Power and Alex "Zero G" Power
NPCs: bums
Location: the alleyways of Mutant Town
Timeline: February 14th, early evening (forwarddated just a bit)
Description: Jack has a hot date... except, not.
Rating: R for language, hee!
"What the fuck he mean, givin' me the night off", Jack muttered, letting the rickety back door of the Three Shores slam behind him. Some people might be glad to have a night off of work, but not Jack Power. He was paid by the hour, and really needed that money. And besides, it was Valentine's Day. It wasn't like he had plans. It wasn't like he had a woman to take out. The closest he had to that was his Farah Fawcett poster. Not that a night alone with his Farah Fawcett poster would be a terrible thing. It was better than nothing, and more than that, was one of Jack's prized possessions.
The hour was still early, the sky had not yet gotten as dark as it did in nighttime. The weather was cold, and Jack walked briskly down the alleyway. He'd learned this part of the city well in the short amount of time he'd lived there and knew a few shortcuts home. It took him off the streets and into the alleyways, but no one had ever given him any trouble, so Jack never thought twice about it. There were noises to be heard, but Jack ignored them, turning a deaf ear to the sounds of traffic on the main streets, rodents scurrying through the alleys and the coughs and shuffles that made known the presence of the street people.
Jack was walking at a fast pace, anxious now to get home. He was keeping his eyes to the ground, he'd learned early on not to make eye contact with any of the street dwellers. More than half of them were crazy, and they all wanted his money, not that he had any. Though he tried to block out the sounds, he started to pick up on the sound of footsteps. Damn, he couldn't help but feel a momentary spike of adrenaline. He'd heard enough stories of people getting mugged. But if someone was going to make him a target, they were in for trouble. His breathing sped up, as did his pace. He stopped suddenly at an intersection of alleyways, making a quick turn around to see who was nearing, which way they were going, and if they looked like they were meaning harm or not.