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The Foundation
DIR By: Freddy_Rowe
Date: April 29, 2012, 4:59 am
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The Foundation is a group of highly successful business
managers, and employees, dedicated to expanding their reach and
success through both legal and illegal business means and
methods. The foundation isn’t a Mafia strictly speaking just a
collection of highly motivated business men and women looking to
build on ‘The Foundation’ that has already been laid, from
previous success in business planning and means. The Foundation
is highly motivated by one thing, maximizing their profits. They
will do anything to ensure that it goes their way. Even if that
means treading on a few toes as they go along.
The Foundation isn’t a place in which we tolerate violent
behaviour, senseless crimes, day light robberies, but rather
using means and methods which may lead to violent behaviour,
breaking a few laws or wounding peoples bank accounts if it will
improve the success of ‘The Foundation’s’ future. The CEO’s of
‘The Foundation’ expect all employees of the company to remain
professional and have great business etiquette. Remain of a high
social standard in the eyes of the public, “Keeping face” so to
speak. The CEO’s of ‘The Foundation’ have established a high
reputation in Los Santos and aim to only improve their public
image further.
Within The Foundation, loyalty and dedication are the key just
as in business we believe these to be the keys to success.
Employees of ‘The Foundation’ would not be expected to be seen
as hired hit-men, born killers, heartless, but must have a
passion and the desire to do what must be done for the sake of
the business. Saying that however although we as a business
reward loyalty we expect employees to express their views and
concerns at any given point to their assistant managers or
department managers , in business honesty is the best policy and
we expect employees of the foundation to uphold that very
principle.
The Foundation is quickly growing assembly of likeminded people
who are dedicated to their own expansion in wealth, fame, and
respect, but also dedicated to the businesses over-all wealth
,fame and respect. The Foundation is willing to try ANY business
venture, as long as it has the potential to be profitable.
BetFred, Market area -- January 1st 2011, 10:01AM
Freddie drops into the chair, across the table from him is a
suited up man, nodding his head towards Freddie, "This'll be
yours. It's what we agreed. All we need is your name on the
paper.", the suited man slowly slides a sheet of paper across to
Freddie in which Freddie momentarily looks to the man, then to
the paper. Freddie places his palm onto the paper, slowly
dragging it closer to himself. Freddie begins to read over the
document, as the suited man watched on, before taking a
handkerchief from his top pocket, wiping the back of his neck
from the excess sweat produced . Freddie briefly glances up at
the man, noticing his seemingly nervous attitude, then looking
back down to the papers, nodding slightly, "Pen?", the suited
man slides a pen across the table where Freddie slowly picks it
up and smiling, "Thank you.". Freddie scribbles his initials and
full name onto the documents, placing the pen down onto the
documents, sliding them across the table, handing the suited man
his new assets.
Another business came under the lucrative ownership of The
Foundation, a business which had been under some development
through the guidance of Freddie, who had it in place for a few
months, only his finance stopped him from taking it to the next
level, this was of course until The Foundation became something,
it was something that Freddie was able use to his advantage to
make his plans become successful.
Fort Carson loading bay, unknown location -- January 5th 2011,
10:39PM
The loud noises of crates being dragged up against the dock are
heard. Freddie and Gualano are standing above the docks, arms
crossed as they watch two men slowly bring the crates up the
steps, almost struggling as they do. Freddie and Gualano turn to
each other, letting off a nod, acknowledging their confirmation
of what they had ordered the previous day. As the crate noises
become apparently closer towards Freddie and Gualano, the two
men dragging them suddenly stop nearer to the top of the steps.
They proceed to turn and walk towards Freddie and Gualano rather
slowly as the mist surrounding them becomes clearer, allowing
the selection of men to see each other, all trading silent nods.
Each of the men turn to the crates and suddenly the silence is
broken, Freddie begins to quietly ask the two unidentified men
of the crates, "Everything go okay with these?", his answer is
acknowledged with another silent nod by one of the men. As
confirmation is obvious, each of the men begin to slowly walk
towards with Gualano slowly tracking back as he approaches his
Sultan. Gualano opens the passenger-side door of the Sultan,
taking a crowbar from the seat, then leaning into the front as
he turns on the headlights, allowing the mist surrounding the
men to become oblivious. As Freddie and the two other men
surround the crate, they look down onto it, Freddie swipes his
hand across the top of the crate as he notices some blotched ink
scribbled across the top, "#3432432". Some form of serial code
is noticed, something which isn't recognised by any of the men,
in which the thinking is interrupted by Gualano as he passes
through the men towards the crate. Gualano turns to each of the
men as he gives a casual nod before he jams the crowbar into the
side of the crate lid, putting his weight into his hands as he
leans onto the crowbar allowing the crate to steadily open up.
Gualano drops the crowbar, taking his attention to the crate lid
as he slowly pulls of the remaining pieces of wood keeping it to
attached to the crate, then eventually pulling it all off,
sliding it off the side of the crate and letting it drop to the
floor. The two unidentified men watch on as Freddie and Gualano
rustle their hands through the straw which covers the content of
the crate from the top, Freddie begins to place his hand in
further as he suddenly stops, looking to Gualano and giving him
a smirk which indicates Gualano, in which he takes his arm out
from the crate. Freddie slowly pulls his hand out, and bringing
with him a M1911 pistol in which has noticeable scratches to the
slide if looked closely at. Freddie raises the gun in his hand,
then pulling the slide back as he checks inside the pistol,
noticing an empty chamber. Freddie then proceeds to toss the
pistol back into the crate, looking towards the two unidentified
men, letting off a upwards nod, "What did you call yourselves
again?", the question is greeted by one of the men, seemingly
speaking for both of them, "Myself. I'm Huang. This is my
brother, Tang.". Huang jerks his head over his shoulder as he
acknowledges his brother Tang, to which is greeted by both
Freddie and Gualano again with silent nods. "No problems. If
needed, more can come across when you need them.", Tang slightly
step forwards allowing Freddie and Gualano of an almost
proposition. Tang turns his head slightly, looking to his
brother Huang, then turning his attention back to where it was
previously, nodding a few times as he allows Freddie and Gualano
to take some time to think on what was put forward by the
brothers.
Rodeo Motel, underground parking lot -- Feburary 1st 2011,
5:32PM
Upon the underground parking lot walls comes a bright shine,
enlarging itself bigger and bigger then suddenly becoming
smaller as a Black Sentinel turns into the parking lot, taking
up a space. The headlights turn off along with the engine, then
a sudden echo is heard as the driver seat door opens up. Out
steps Alex, approaching the trunk of the Sentinel before taking
a quick look around the parking lot. Alex opens the trunk and
looks down into it, nodding his head slowly before shutting the
trunk. Alex turns his back to the trunk as he slowly leans
against the trunk, crossing his arms as he begins to watch both
of the parking lot entrances. A minute or so later, Alex is met
with the same fashioned light enlargement which becomes smaller
against the parking lot walls, noticing a White Merit turning
in, taking up a parking space a few meters away from Alex
himself. Another loud echo becomes apparent in the parking lot
as a male exits the Merit, letting off a upwards nod to Alex
quite casually, before approaching the Sentinel. Alex raises a
fist and places it to his mouth, letting off a cough which isn't
heard as obvious as other previous noises, he suddenly takes his
weight from the trunk as he turns to the trunk, opening it up
and looking to the male with some curiosity, squinting his eyes
as he closely inspects the males expression towards the contents
of the trunk. "Shit, 'dat's a beauty ain't it?", the male turns
to Alex letting off a wide smile and nodding. "'dis it what I
need, yeah yeah.". Alex smiles back briefly, "Good. We agreed on
the terms. You know what's next.", the male casually nods his
head before he walks back to his vehicle, opening the door and
dipping his head inside as he rustles around within his vehicle.
Alex in the meantime turns back towards the contents of the
trunk, taking up what looks to be an Uzi, clipping back the
slide as he releases it, allowing a echo to be heard again,
catching the attention of the male who turns to look over his
should for a moment, then turning back to his car. Alex places
down the Uzi into the trunk again in which he turns back to the
male.
The male comes towards Alex, this time slower, holding a bulky
package in his right hand as he turns from left to right,
checking his surroundings, finally coming to Alex. The male
drops the package into the trunk of the Sentinel before the male
takes up the Uzi with both his hands, before Alex drops a ragged
shirt on top of the Uzi, allowing the male to walk off trying to
conceal the weapon. Alex turns back to the trunk, slamming it
this time and letting off a loud echo, before walking towards
the driver-side of the Sentinel, sitting in and twisting his
keys.
We'll have a form of contact to be able to discuss and arrange
in-character meetings and what not. A form of communication we
will use will be IRC. Using IRC will allow us to talk regarding
in-character situations and other general chit-chat. So it is
advised that if you are trying to join or already within the
roleplay, you join in on IRC. The IRC channel will be:
#thefoundation
Follow all NSRP rules at all time.
Respect all members of the faction, including those attempting
to join.
Ensure all out of character communication is taken to PM.
Keep the use of /me's and /ame's acceptable at all times.
Never take any judgement IC to an OOC dispute.
The ability to create RP and also be involved within creative
roleplay.
Always try to RP some form of consequence. We don't always win.
SPOILER: HIDE
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