A cozy little walk.

It was a bit dark out while the sun was soon to be gone from the nights sky with only I slight hint of sunlight even out. The shadows danced almost everywhere you looked at upon pretty much everything making the night truly a beautiful sight. A bit of rubble still here and there from the attacks from the millennium. Though most could not find such acts of war a beauty where on most days he would agree with them. But on a night like this how could anyone find it repulsive in anyway for all Jack had seen tonight was beauty. At first the night had seemed to be silent in its beauty with almost nothing else to focus on for the moment. As Jack was taking in the night and all of it beauty it had to give out. There was a sudden sound probably something falling over that was most likely from the little bits of rubble that was not yet cleaned up after the bombings.

Strolling down the street Alphonse’s phone blared out punk music, most of it racist in nature as he strolled through London; he enjoyed coming out to London when he wasn’t playing basketball with his crew, beating the shit into a pakki or a rival gang. It also helped for selling guns, he needed them away from him quick sometimes and it helped to have them sold as far away from Liverpool as possible.
Bastard chav, pulling a fucking glock on me, should’ve taken more than some of ‘is fucking teeth.

“We’re an 88 rock ‘n’ Roll band!” He shouted out to the darkening night, staring, some hoodies slinked off into an alleyway, their hands gripping something in their pockets. Spitting in their general direction Alfie went through a mass crowd leaving the underground. Walking into him, an Asian teen failed to get out of his way fast enough; he was quickly thrown to the side “Outta me way, Prick.” Most looked away, the lad stayed down. Everywhere, bastards are like locusts. Finishing his Lucozade bottle he threw it in someone’s wheelie bin as he passed. He paused near a shop, a sharp tang of cocaine and weed mixed with gun powder, it was strong, close. He tilted his head, it was just some druggie’s window left wide open. The skinhead walked over, sticking his head through the window.”

“OI YA WANKER, KIDS LIVE ON THIS STREET! EITHER QUIT IT OR I BURN YA GAFF DOWN WITH YOU AND YA MISSUS IN IT!” Without waiting for a reply Alphonse stalked off, his boots creating a clicking along the curb and his sweat from previous days of sport creating an aura of vitality and life about him. Entering a more disused area of the town he finally felt happy, no-one about whose very race offended him and the prospect of a party after a meeting with some of his gang’s sponsors. He pulled out his phone.

”Oi Tom, when t’fuck are you and the others getting down ‘ere? Yeah, alright, see you in the meeting then.” He put it back in his coat pocket, taking a seat on the doorstep of the house that would soon be filled with gang leaders and criminals. Breathing in the air he scented Jack minutes before he heard him, Either brave or stupid, on their own in this part of the city is a bad move he thought. His hand grabbing his pistol inside his jacket, gripping it loosely and relaxed but gripping it all the same: just in case it was some would-be hit man. He stood up. No-one would try to kill Alfie if they knew enough about him to send an assassin, the assassin could succeed but whoever hired them would get screwed over by the Aryan Army; in essence killing Alfie wouldn’t only spoil the game for the other gangs but it would have the board and most of its key players lying face down in the Thames in a few months.

Slowly walking with a largely rarely ever seen happiness about him Jack was a bit uneasy about feeling such emotions so strongly. Thinking to himself that all it could accomplish was making him weak as it did when he first got these defective (that's just what Jack thinks their not defective) yet useful Nano-bots. In a swift change of thought jack began thinking of Waffe der Sehnsucht and her weird habits that the Artificial Intelligence System has either had built in or possible learned. Deciding not to think about it to much as it would only serve to irritate him after a while; knowing it would somehow lead to him thinking of his past.

That happiness he so rarely has about him fading at the thought of his past alone once again making him a seemingly a cold hearted and uncaring person. Noticing in the distance a person sitting on the doorsteps to a house that looked a bit run down; time having ravaged the paint on the house makes it look in worse shape than it probably is. Jack almost always slightly afraid of people at first instinctively reaches his sides of his deep jean pockets; which hid all but the handle of his two twin revolvers. Ready to grip them if need be but not wanting to offend the person by openly showing his distrust at meeting new people. Hopefully far enough away that that slight movement of hand had gone unnoticed by the stranger that is now about half a block away from Jack current location.

Kiyala had only been in London for a few weeks and found the place to be quite quaint. Her walk was one at ease as the sun had finally went down so she no longer had to scurry through out the shadows.  She was rather absentmindedly shifting between apps on her Iphone as she began to hear some form of rock music playing boisterously through the street. She looked up for a moment to notice a rather large man carrying a loud phone who seemed to strut his way through the streets. At first she merely rolled her eyes but then she caught the scent of a wolf and something else unknown. She smiled cockily to herself as she thought that a werewolf pelt would do nicely for setting a name for herself as a hunter in London. She could imagine her business getting a sizable boost as well as she paychecks at the end of the month.

But she decided to wait and see what the man would do as she approached. Surely he'd smell that she was a vampire but she was ready for anything; or so she thought anyways as she returned to her phone for a moment as the distance between them decreased. Kiyala watched as he pushed an asian kid out of the way into her as they passed. He didn't seem to notice but that was enough of a reason for Kiyala. "Hey watch what your doing asshole!" She called out to the man making sure her voice would carry loud enough. She began to walk up but would stop at relatively safe distance between them. Her anger and her hunter honed instinct to kill obvious as it laced every word she spoke without abandon.

"I'm not scared of your boisterous attitude."

She instantly began taking in the things in her surroundings; luckily they were in the streets so her agility would do her wonders but she would have little working room in the matter even with her small frame. She took to a rather loose stance to allow her to remain balanced on her feet while a certain fluidity in her general movement. She knew it was rather foolhardy for her to take on a wolf in the streets so she motioned for him to come in the alley-ways which would provide a more private place for them both to really let lose.

-Ammo Count: 20
10 rounds in each magazine of her twin Berettas.

OOC: Kiyala I have a few problems with your ;post and some stuff that needs clearing up before this carries on, firstly Jack already established it's sunset but I said night in my post so that's my fault and I apologise but this shouldn't affect you to the point where you have to stay in the shade though you may be a little ill.

Secondly, your automatically smelling I'm a vamp, talked with another mod and it's going to slide but more or less you'd get a sense if anything but automatically knowing on sight could be a little too convenient in most scenarios without anything obvious to give it away.

Thirdly, In her appearance she wears "nightclub," wear, so how she's hiding weapons on her person to go out in public like she is in London with the amount of police she'd have come across, no ammo count on weapons either in her app, so at the moment I am operating under the assumption that she is walking around with no weapons, or at best two pistols with only one magazine in each. This is mostly due to laws and all the attention her sword/knives would get based on the size of most of them and the difficulty of concealing weaponry of this sort in nightclub style clothing.

"Kiyala watched as he pushed an asian kid out of the way into her as they passed."
Then
"She began to walk up but would stop at relatively safe distance between them."-later in the post, so which is it, is she close to him or not, because it seems that she's described walking past him earlier. Also on a minor note, he's using his phone, not a boom box.

Please could you help clear some of this stuff up, then I can reply and start a brawl if that's your intention.

OOC:
Well it was sunset in his post and like you said though it wouldn't kill me to be in the sun; it would still make her a little ill. And if you had to choose the total comfort of the dark or a little sickness for the span of a few minutes or however long she was out for the day; why wouldn't you pick the shade? And furthermore; I do not see how that bothers or affects you or your character at all. Secondly, I admit it was a little overzealous to smell that you were a werewolf but I've been waiting to rp here for a while so I got a little excited when I seen post so I apologize. Finally, I never mentioned her having weapons as this was a spur of the moment thing but I would like to note in the future if she's ever on business or expecting danger she will be armed but yeah currently I would say she'd only have her two pistols. Also, she was more than a few feet away when she called out but as stated she closed the distance between them to about a little more than arm's length. And I will fix the boom-box thing.

OOC: The sunlight thing matters because it could be a deciding factor in the fight to an extent, so it concerns me to an exten, it was mainly for the purpose of establishing the parameters of the fight, I.e. what wraps you have and positions as well as what ammo you have. Your zealousness is all good, just need to be specific in posts to avoid troubles and misunderstanding. So throw in the ammo counts and all that jazz and we should be set to go.

For Jack: assume Alfie grinned at you and waved you along; relaxing when he sees Yahoo and being content to leave You be.

OOC: Put the ammo list in I think.

The streets were empty except for the kid that paused, Alfie saw his hand snaking towards a weapon, it was hidden well and Alfie wouldn't have spotted it without years of having to watch for them. Grinning at the youth Alfie kept an eye on Kiyala out of the corner of his eye, tingling he began to become aware that this wasn't a human. "Kid, pass on through, seems this hitch wants to take a pop at me! Don't get caught up, get ya self 'ome," looking directly at Kiyala Alfie slipped on his knuckle sisters inside his pocket. "Back off now lass, I won't tolerate being attacked or threatened in my streets." He eyed her, losing his aura of happiness and taking on a darker expression, his muscles clenching; his eyes widening.

Expecting to be either in a fight or near one before the night was over. Jack was a little bit uneasy and unnerved by what the man sitting on the steps had said to him. Why should jack listen to him and move along about his day. Wondering if there was something the man knew about that jack himself did not know of. His mind calm and his thoughts clear as they would get at the moment as everything went down in such a blur as the moment seemed like forever. Deciding there was nothing else better to do then to find out what was going on that he knew so little about. Jack stopped at a house next to the one the man was sitting on. Just waiting on whatever the man was talking of in hope that the reason he came out here on this walk could be avoided or at least delayed a bit. As Jack didn't really want to get Waffe der Sehnsucht a decent gift like he was ordered to.

Kiyala continued to be ever more pissed off with almost being called a bitch whether through slurring of words or not. She watched as his own mood soured along with hers as he pulled out what looked like the equivalent of brass knuckles. She smiled at the sight of them saying "Good I thought this fight may have been too easy. Almost felt sorry for you." Truth was that even with the extra damage Alphonse could cause with that weapon only further excited Kiyala. She shifted her feet to stand in modified version of Krav Maga and Akido. Her eyes never leaving Alphonse's eyes since entering the stance as she waited for his first strike.

"Ready when you are?"

OOC: Can't seem to post in arrivals but will be travelling over the next few days meaning i may not be able to post as Alfie too often, apologies in advance.

OOC: Hell yeah! A fight! Time to chase on down and finally have Atma doing things. Hell, even if things consists of standing and watching.

Disembarking the train, Mr. Noviski was clad in a thick, fur-lined and water-proofed winter coat. Beneath this was his kit, prepped for this specific contract with this particular gentleman in mind. The contract detailed how fond he was of trouble, something Atma caught first hand in working for this bunch prior. Exhaling a plume of condensation into the bracingly cold air, he trudged on. Having even gone to the extent of dragging tracksuit pants over combats, he was ideally less of a priority to the police than anyone else.

Noting a missed call from an unknown number, the gun for hire trudged on with gun clasped through a hole in the pocket of the coat, purposely a size larger than required for this very reasoning. As eyes probes the night for answers amongst the sparse residents and occasional drunkard lining the throughfare, not one pleasing morsel of information was yielded to his vision. A faint hum of loud music had faded in the distance.

Could it be his mark? Perhaps. The man stayed idle at the corner of his present road, listening for any other sign of commotion for a few moments more. The truth was sometimes not the obvious path, a path he'd prefer to not mistakenly flee from for a bunch of kids.

After a few short seconds later it dawned on him that they intended to fight one another or at least the woman did anyhow. Yet it should have been clear that was her intention all along and here Jack's just now seeing the full picture. Just sitting on the steps of a yellow painted house that is burnt and in pieces from the resent attacks from a few months ago. Deciding to leave before things got out of hand and he got hurt or even worse. Standing up to go leave and then back to the hellsing mansion estate to await for more orders. After he completes his current one given; which was getting the AI (artificial intelligence) system implanted into him a gift. A mission that he did not want to do at all given how he woke up after the last time she was online. As he stands up to go leave Jack was surprised at seeing a man in a suit near by. Not noticing the man earlier when he had sat down to watch things unfold around him he was also a bit scared.

In a ironic turn of events jack had fulfilled his order in a unintended way and manner than requested of him. As he had booted up the AI system from his slight bit of fear from being surprised from the stranger in a suit. His eyes a deep dark purple amethyst color aside from that it was one of the only tell-tell sighs that Waffe der Sehnsucht was online and functioning. Getting irritated almost instantly at noticing she was wearing jeans but it was ultimately the color of them which was black today at least. Her voice (another of her tell-tell sighs she is online and also a cyborg) has a slight buzzing to it that is very similar to that of a dying street lamp about to go out.
It (her voice) is also noticeably lighter in volume and similar to that of a gay man.

"Why must jack be so irritating to live with. I mean does he have to wear these stupid clothing all the time instead my cute little skirts and dresses." Pulling at Jack's choice in clothing as Waffe der Sehnsucht begins saying the words "these stupid clothing". Just noticing that other people are around her as she speaks to herself Waffe der Sehnsucht gets a bit embarrassed at her own words being overheard in public. Blushing as she just stands there in herself induced embarrassment as she thinks of a way to try and make a friend or two. Pulling up almost nothing from her ever expanding and yet limited database on doing so. "My name is Waffe der Sehnsucht. Anyone want to be friends?"

Alfie gave no warning, losing his temper as she was talking he'd had enough of being civil, the bastard couldn't get away without a fight, he'd tried to be nice in public but fuck that! As she went into her stance the werewolf lashed out in a quick kick with his right foot, aiming for her knee as she started to put weight on it, in an effort that would send her leg turning the wrong way if successful. He pulled back a little at that as she attained her stance, peppering with quick jabs aimed at her face to keep her back while he kept her in his punch range but he kept out of hers. His spiked knuckles increased his punching power, and when using them he led with the first two fingers closest to his thumb to concentrate all the force even more

His scarred left fist spun around in a savage slanted hook, aiming for the side of the girl's head which his extra height gave him a great vantage on; this he followed up with two right jabs that he aimed at her chest and neck area. All the while his punches kept the shorter girl away from him, she'd have to get through a flurry of hard hitting blows in order to get him within her own striking range due to her smaller stature.

"Want to fight, ya Nonnie shit, then fine I'll beat the living shit out of yer, jus' rememba there are easier ways to kill yaself!"

It seemed Kiyala was in the advantage and disadvantage in several ways; disadvantages were that she was smaller and shorter. However, advantages being that her opponent clearly thought her to be a simple bimbo and not a trained huntress. As he lashed out with a quick kick, regardless of his speed which because of his bulk should be below Kiyala's; but the fact being he would have to lift his leg higher than her knee to strike it. Giving her more than enough time to dip lower so in fact all he struck was her thigh but not with enough force for any real damage.

However, this would also bring Kiyala further beneath him strike range wise but closer to him for her to personally strike. She did not have brass knuckles like him but she had her strength as a vampire and the benefit of a trained killer as she would use this to attempt to deliver a barrage of strike into the man's stomach. The first and the last being a direct strike towards the man's solar plexus; she shifted her back foot to better stabilize herself in case she needed to move.

She began to smile slightly growing into her typically battle lust. She loved little more than a battle of wills whether physical or mental but somethings nothing beat the physical. "Aye well come on now? I hope that wasn't you trying if not I'd probably only need one arm." She said teasing the man even further.

Despite earlier deliberation, a certain blue eyed merc gritted his teeth in anger with his own malleability and let curiosity kill the proverbial cat. Striding down the street it became apparent the damned bobbies were spread much thinner than he suspected, given the rubble surrounding the city's former glory. As metal of boots clacked against tarmac the desire to shred this ridiculous civilian styled clothing bubbled up in the cauldron of the soul, especially given the tendency of his mark to cause trouble.

A solemn agreement that if trouble was afoot that he'd discard the rags was reached but only if it had reached more than some friday night fisticuffs. Releasing his tense grip upon the sleek pistol, the man gave out a sigh to the atmosphere, trudging on around the corner and --

... Oh. There he was, ready to punch someone out. Even someone so face-value stern as Atma caved, smiling at the insanity on display. Yes, this was most definitely the man he was to protect. Awaiting what e assumed would be his associates victory, a soldier of fortune once more looked on at the world and took it as he saw it.

Seemingly left to her own devices in order to have her fun; Waffe der Sehnsucht was getting a bit irritated at being left alone or forgotten. Yet she couldn't bring herself to be mean to anyone around her even if she want to. Deciding it was nothing to get upset about she went about her day as playful and energetic as ever. Dancing much like a ballerina as she jumps and hops around the place lost in her own thoughts. Now oblivious to her surroundings and even the people in them seeming to not notice any of them. As they fight one another she just continues to dance and have her fun. Not really caring what would happen to her if she was caught on the wrong end of things. Or even if she was to accidently get in the way of their fighting.

Anyhow none of that even mattered to Waffe der Sehnsucht so long as she was having her fun one way or another. As she had grown to liking so many things it didn't really matter what she was doing; as she would most likely find a way to enjoy it somehow. Her hands letting go of the twin revolvers in Jack's pair of jeans in order to move more freely as she danced. Yet even as she was dancing she felt empty inside and never really knew why that was. Only that it was gone once while she was fight under Integra's order's to eradicate a newly born vampire. It was when she was ripping apart a mindless ghoul with a savagery that was terrifyingly enjoyed as she did so. Sadly it died to soon for her liking as Seras had found the vampire who had bitten the poor fellow. Smiling at the memory of the savagery of her first time she was able to fight without getting in trouble from Miss Integra. It was to her by far the best moment of her existence which was still very young at that. Seeing how she was first online only a few years ago. A lot of things are still new to her as she doesn't get out of the mansion very much when she is online.

OOC: Sorry to say Kiyala that you didn’t acknowledge any of my punches, meaning that I’m calling those as hits, your duck would have worked but it came before my punching meaning it won’t be messing with my aim. Punching down is easier than punching up, you’re wading through a flurry to get to hit me and the damage from my punches in the volume you’re receiving them will prevent your own hits at my abdomen from landing or hitting with any real force. I can’t kill you due to new player protection, as a vampire you’ll survive this, but the big downside to all this is that you won’t be in fighting condition until you regenerate… and for now you may or may not be able to actually move though you definitely won’t be moving well with all this damage to your spine.

Alfie’s flurry was devastating, the girl’s neck seemed to be ripped to pieces by his spikes and smashed by the blunt force itself, first it was the trachea to be ruptured, alongside it the major blood vessels in the neck that included the jugular, muscle fibre was torn open by the spikes on the second one, blood dripping from the entrance with little pressure was sent squirting out by the sudden force and covering Alfie’s right hand as it plunged home. His final two punches hit home and caused real damage, he felt more fibres give way and the spikes start to mash the flesh when the force shattered vertebrae in the back of her neck, the bone coming out of place before splintering and causing damage to Kiyala’s spinal cord.

The Werewolf grinned, blood covered his hands, it was cold in vampires but it congealed the same, and was drying quickly at the speed he was moving to leave patches of redness on his hands. His left hand hit home to the right of her right eye socket, the bone cracking and the spikes piercing the skull a little. His two final right punches to her neck shredded and minced what was now a mass of bare muscle fibres and sliced veins and arteries, the meat was shredded up more and a splash of blood ended up on Alfie’s vest. The Skinhead grinned manically, below Kiyala’s chin was now a mushed mess that had once been her neck, everything was messily but and broken, tendons had snapped further in and now three other vertebrae had been smashed out of place broken into large pieces with another shattering inside her neck. Her neck was wider than it was, when Alfie’s fist was finally pulled away loose muscle and tendon clung to it; more dripped down, the centre of the neck nothing but bloody mush imprinted with a large fist in the middle.

Alfie stepped back, hawking and spitting on the prone form of the woman, he growled “stupid bitch, first you want a fight, now look at you, JUST FUCKING LOOK AT YA,  AND I THOUGHT YOU WERE MISSUS BIG SHOT, MISSUS I’LL KICK YER ‘EAD IN. YER A FUCKIGN DISGRACE, NOT FIT TO EVEN LICK A PAKKI'S SHOES CLEAN.” He took a deep breath, realising there was gore on his vest, “If I see yer again I’ll make these look like love taps, now get out of my face before I finish the job.”

OOC: It is easier to punch down than up on that you are completely right. However, in my post when Kiyala shifted down making his strike simply land on her thigh. Not only would that place her close to the ground but at an angle almost directly under Alphonse without actually being under than him. Unless, he can bend in inhuman ways while keeping in mind his muscles would sacrifice much flexibility; and even if he could because of the awkward level she was currently in the punches would not have nearly enough force to break her neck. Also to state that Alphonse who clearly expected to win wouldn't be surprised that she was able to block his leg maneuver and instantly launch an assault as an unorthodox and once again rather energy wasteful attack. And like you said yourself my duck came first meaning I'm not wading through a flurry of attacks as a fighter knows it is harder to hit an opponent either out side of your reach or completely inside. Sure, he probably could have simply elbowed her in the back of the head or something but to punch her is rather unrealistic in my opinion or at least wouldn't be nearly affective.

OOC: you would be right but I had time to aim my flurry, the duck coming first meaning it wouldn't be an effective block. Plus Alfie jumped back a little and we were already at arms length of each other, meaning I would have opened enough space for me to hit ya. And not acknowledging my punches in my post means that I can call them as a hit, so I think they would be more than effective.

OOC: It has come to my attention that posts are being disputed and a ruling is needed. I have read through and here it stands. Due to a slip up on the staff's part, the newbie protection rule was never altered or removed from one of our staff threads. You should not have had any newbie protection at all however, I'm going to give you 3 posts before this wears off. After then, you will be able to be killed. You are allowed to attempt to run from the fight however people are allowed to attack you as you are leaving and all attacks when leaving must be acknowledged. Finally, regarding the called hit for ignoring the shots, you get this one chance to edit the post to attempt to acknowledge them. You're not allowed to make any other attacks or change any other piece of that post. Any other disputes on this topic will follow the no acknowledgement rule and be treated as hits. There's no need for nitpicking to be happening over whether or not certain race traits take effect or what time it is in a post. If you don't agree with a post, ask the person to edit first. Then you can come get a staff member if things get heated. Now chill out n relax. This is the second time I've been pulled in over something yall could have handled in a friendly manner without ever needing staff. Anyway. Have fun kids.

As the music was getting father away the more Waffe der Sehnsucht wanted to go after it and continue listening to music for as long as she was awake. Never honesty grasping the concept that she was never human to start with it instead of in reality being a artificial intelligence system. It was only by a faulty programming and a more than huge glitch that the computer system named Waffe der Sehnsucht thinks that it is a human being. What more is the fact that it does not register that it's host is a male and not female like her suggested programming was built for. But Waffe der Sehnsucht also didn't want to leave other people that could possibly be a friend to her. In a irritating decision she decides to stay and at least try to make friends instead of chasing after the music playing in the distance.

Remembering that a fight was happening with a few of them was wondering if it was still going on as she forgot all about it. Sitting where she stood as her hands lay in her lap as she watched the remaining bit of a scuffle go down. Hoping that it would be fun to watch and not just some old run of the mill fight. Wishing that it was going to be a grand and spectacular fight that was one to remember for ages. With no orders to attacks anyone she was getting rather tired of the moment. Preferring the women to win the fight today instead of the man with the brass knuckles. Her day was starting to get a bit stale for her and though she wasn't getting bored as of yet she wanted something more fun to do.

OOC: Before Atma posts, and I apologize Jack for another OOC note, I am calling my hit again due to non editing of Kiyala's post. I have given her more than the 72 hours normally given before skipping. You'll survive due to new player protection but you won't be in any fighting shape as I said earlier. This is to clarify for everyone else in the thread, especially for Atma's next post.

Cheers

Alfie

OoC: Thank ya, there's the notation I was hopin' for.

Huffing somewhat childishly in irritation at the brutality of the scrapping, the merc had almost forgotten what noisy business could be like. Crossing his arms, Atma eyed the being at the side. Making no particularly threatening move, he deigned that this one wasn't worth wasting the bullet to spread some grey matter on the frosting ground.

"Christ, ever the enthusiastic killer." This then earned a devil's grin and a harsh chuckle. "No wonder I work for the bastard", came the muttered statement. After a few moments of observing the gore as shadows stirred inside it dawned upon him that perhaps it was more prompt to vacate the scene before he was forced to give a backstreet labotomy to some poor fool. "Boss!" Called out the man, raising a hand to draw attention to himself with a semi-forced smile.

Curiously, Atma did genuinely find the werewolf to be charmingly brash yet at the same time was gifted with the same sense to not cross the fucker. With any luck, he'd stay on the good side of this particular beast.

OOC: Most of the time i do not care if you post out of character just so long as it not to fight or bicker with one another as if we are children. Other then with that I am fine with it and a see problem with doing so just long long as it also has a reason. Like as for me now stating why the earlier OOC post where irritating.

Spitting on the prone Vampire again, Alphonse glanced around at the few spectators there were. Most would know him, and all wouldn't call the police for fear of Alfie's gang reaping comeuppance upon them.
Patting his bodyguard on the shoulder the gangster left the scene, going to the meeting he was most probably going to be late for; the meeting that would see him come face to face with representatives of London's major gangs. Apparently the EDL and National front wanted in, but those stupid fucks could go to hell, he wouldn't play their games and they would only get into an alliance with him via bowing down to the Aryan Soldiers though they had sent money to Nazi alley in the past to try and earn a route in.

OOC: Besides Alphonse and myself is anyone else who joined still here or at least wanting to RP as i think Atma was after Alphonse then Kiyala and to complete the circle me or am i wrong. Just wonder all that are still here, want to be here (meaning i am inviting others to join the thread) or have left the thread all together. As that would all help me out also those wanting to join the thread; PLEASE do not post until after head count is done (72 hours meaning three day form the day of this post) and also after Atma or Kiyala has posted if they are still with us in this thread.

OOC: nobody has posted any answer so am considering this post dead.

OoC: Apologies, I've had issues with connection troubles and now have a mobile connection to prevent my terrible home network getting on top of me. Are we cool to continue?

Sorry for waiting so long but yes to your question Atma. If you want to anyway sp long as there is two people I am always willing to RP a good little scene. Again sorry to many thing both on and off site that was on my mind that I needed to do.