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RP: Story: Jane's Troublesome Past
By: Coolcat207 Date: July 16, 2020, 5:46 pm
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Part 1 Past Flashback: A Robbery Gone Wrong
Tyler, The Creator: Bastard (Instrumental):
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HTML https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cBqD6RqoicU)
My name is Jane Rodriguez. I'm a detective at the Bravta Police,
though the public calls us the Blue Skulls... which is a pretty
awesome nickname if you asked me. Though, I'm gonna be straight
here. I wasn't always one of Grandpa Cain's badass mutts who go
after the filthy scums and helping people. I was actually one of
those filthy criminals scurrying around the streets like a
roach. I... had a really bad start at life when I was a kid.
Hell, I was lucky to even have a decent meal and place to sleep.
Being abandoned by your own parents does that to you. That was
back when every single adult failed me and I turned my back on
everyone, even religion. Which becomes really ironic when I went
to England, but that's another crazy story.
Anyway, I was a fourteen year old homeless brat in Boston,
Massachusetts, when I was running with an old posse. The main
theft with this group was larceny of all kinds from simple
pickpocket to the dirtiest of scams. I couldn't say much on
regretting what I've done or not because I was so busy on
surviving to even give a damn. But I did manage to make some
friends along the way. Seth and Tomas. We were like the Three
Musketeers when it came to pick pocketing. One day, the leader
gather the entire crew in a meeting. He told us that he spoke to
some guys and took a huge delivery scheme. If we pull it off, we
get to be Beverly Hills rich and never had to do morning check
up routines for fleas and ticks ever again. A lot of people were
hyped about it but I felt skeptical about it. It seemed too good
to be true but my friends assured me that everything will be
alright, which made me ease up a bit. Looking back at it now, I
wish that I trusted my gut that day.
On the night of the delivery, the leader formed a plan that
seemed pretty foolproof. The one thing I gotta give the leader
props for, is that when he makes a plan, it's a solid hit. Sure
the delivery is simple but anything can happen. And you it's bad
when cops are the least of our worries. Most of us are kids so
they'll just send most of us to foster homes or juvie. Even the
crooked ones will just shoot us dead and call it a day. Other
criminals like pimps, psychopaths, etc will make us WISH that we
chose death. So we had to make sure that this goes smoothly. I
was with Tomas and another girl named Layla. Seth was assigned
somewhere else. So far, the delivery job went smoothly and my
group went to go patrol for any trespassers. What we saw was
beyond gruesome. A few of our own along with some people we
couldn't even identify were mutilated, disemboweled and other
things I do not feel comfortable describing without feeling like
I want to throw up. It's something right out of a J-Horror film.
I was struck with horror to the point that I couldn't even
scream though Layla did the screaming for me. Tomas went over to
the bodies to expect them. He then found a note in one of the
bodies pockets and unfolds it. As he read it, his face
expression change to seething rage which is a bad sign.
Layla: Tom? Tom, what happened?
Tomas: That penjero screwed us over!
Me: What? Dude, what are you talking about?
Tomas: It was all a ruse. The leader was gonna take the goods
and the money all for himself and let us die off by the angry
dealers who got screwed over!
Me: That bastard...!
Our outrage was cut short by gunfire. That was our cue to run.
Tomas told us to split up and get the rest of the people out of
the building. I know this sounds like a cliche Scooby Doo type
plan but we were kids and scared out of our minds. Besides, we
were worried about the ones who were screwed over like us and
getting out of the chaos. During my run, I manage to get a few
of my comrades who are still alive and in one piece. While I was
busy, I noticed someone trying to reach out to me. I went over
to see Layla bleeding out from a bullet wound in the lung.
Panicked, I tried to put pressure on the wound with my tiny
hands.
Me: No, no! Stay with me, please! We can find some other place
to live!
With a blood filled smile, she place her hands onto mine. Her
face was more enough to tell me what I had to do. My eyes
started to water as I shook my head in disbelief. I didn't want
to leave her but she and I both knew that her time was up. Damn
that leader. I looked up to him and this is what I got:
Bloodshed and despair while that bastard gets off Scot free. I
was so distraught that I didn't even notice the sirens going off
and both cops and doctors going around for survivors.
Yeah, to summarize the story, Layla died, I got sent to a
orphanage that was actually decent and I never got to see Tomas
or Seth ever again. Sure, I manage to get another chance at life
but those kids dead at the hands of a greedy leader just irked
me. Wherever Seth and Tomas are, I just hope that they're doing
alright if they're still alive. And as for the bastard who went
off scot free, I hope karma comes after his ass.
Part 2: Present Day: Trafficking Bust
Fight Theme: Tyler, The Creator: Deathcamp (Instrumental):
HTML https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_6Xp7CBe-Q
Another day, another assh*le I gotta bust up. Well, this is one
of those moments that I bust 'em up a little too much. Since
Nightshade and Salem witches decide to rise up from the dead,
they have been giving the authorities A LOT of headaches. Blue
Skulls especially. Old Man Cain warned the Boss Man and the rest
of us that there's this new creep in town that looks like
Kendrix but is named Kuroshi. To put it up in a summary, the
dude's bad news. Like, my little ass won't last ten seconds
against him in an actual fight. I think even my partner Mason
will have a bad time fighting him... which is really bad since
he's like the strongest guy in our district and the toughest guy
I know. But freaky monsters that would make Lovecraft wet aside,
one of our recent hassle was to stop this Liberian creep from
trafficking young kids from Liberia as servants for all kinds
from house servants to things like sex. A cop and a young
Liberian woman worked undercover to get the man in the act which
worked but the guy tried to get away. I manage to stop him but
the cop and Mason had to pull me off from the guy before I put
him into the hospital. Back at the interrogation room, the guy
thought that he was gonna get off scot free due to me beating
the crap out of him along with him making us look bad to the
public. He.. also said some misogynistic things about me and the
women of the district. That was until the Liberian woman came in
and told the smug bastard that not only he will be tried for his
crimes but he will be sent back to his homeland and be executed
painfully. This got the guy to fold like a b*tch and tell us
where the next "shipment" is coming.
That night, we were waiting for the truck to come. As it does, a
wall of fire surrounds the truck. A figure in some ninja outfit
straight from some 90s anime comes out and is covered in fire.
He blast a volley of flames at us, which I manage to counter
with my own flames easily. Oh! I forgot to mention that I have
blue fire powers. That weirdness is another crazy story. The guy
gets ready to attack me but Mason and a guy with water powers
hold off ninja boy while the other cops try to get to the truck
full of the kids. I manage to help them get through while two
cops apprehended the trucker who tried to flee the scene. Not
wanting to wait for the others, I tried to open the lock but
something pushed me back. I looked up to see a hooded figure
pointing a spear like weapon at me. He use the flames to cut us
off from the cops and the truck. Annoyed, I got up straight and
pointed my weapon at the assailant.
Me: Drop your weapon! Hands where I can see them!
The figure knocked the gun out of my hands in blinding speed but
by instinct, I punch him in the throat which made him back up.
That was when we both started fighting each other. Although I
was unarmed, I was handling myself against the creep. During the
chaos, I heard my comrades opening the truck and getting the
kids out. Relieved, I use my own flames to fight against him. He
got me good with a few placed hits that hurt like hell, but to
his surprise, all I did was wince. My gut told me this creep
ain't human which is proven when he started to speak.
Figure: You're better than I expected. Not bad.
Me: I'm full of surprises. Speaking of which, I know you ain't
human. What are you?
Figure: Werepire. You sure you're human, though? Normally,
humans go flat on the ground with some sort of bleeding, even
when I hold back my strength.
Me: Trust me, I'm 100% human. I'm just one of the stranger ones.
Figure: Sorry, you seem nice but this isn't personal. Just
business.
Me: Wait a minute... Tomas?
Figure: pulls back the hood to show his face Jane?
Me: What the f*ck are you doing here?! Who the hell is that
ninja loser attacking my comrades?!
Tomas: Me?! What the f*ck are you doing here?!
Me: Saving some kids who are like us! A-Are you seriously part
of this mess?
Tomas: Hell no! I don't give a damn about these people. I'm
trying to survive out here! Now I'm finding out that you're here
working for the pigs and sows.
Me: What, you rather I be some junkie or wh*re back in Boston!
Tomas: I don't expect you turning your back against your own
people and putting them six feet under!
In that moment, I clocked Tomas in the mouth. In case you
haven't figure it out, I'm black. And you don't have to be black
to know that black people and the police don't have a very good
relationship with one another. Especially where I'm from. But if
I have a dollar or a pound in UK standards for every time
someone says some sh*t like that to me, I would be Beverly Hills
rich. But that statement was more than enough for me to set my
hands a blaze and Tomas to change into his werepire form. And
like that, we started to fight again
Tomas: After everything that happened to us, how could you join
those bastards?!
Me: Takes one to know one! You're a god damn werepire?! When did
this happen?!
Tomas: I don't have to say anything to you!
Me: The hell you do! Layla died in my arms! You owed me an
explanation!
Tomas: Sorry firecracker. Not at the moment.
During the brawl, I manage to slide under his feet and kick at
his back, even tried to damage his wings. Unfortunately, I
learned the hard way that fighting werepires aren't a piece of
cake like Mason warned me about. Makes me glad that Kindron guy
is one of the good ones. The dude kicked my ass. One of his
punches broke a few of my ribs. Coughing up blood, Tomas gets
ready to swipe at me until Mason comes charging in his weretiger
form. The two start beating the crap out of each other while a
cop carefully takes me out of the scene. I later ended up in the
hospital for my wounds. Mason told me that the ninja guy was
planning on selling the kids to the black market as cattle.
Fuckin' assh*le. As for Tomas, he fled before giving Mason the
full story other than him getting revenge on the person who
screwed him, meaning that he manage to kill the old leader. I'm
still upset about what happened to him. It also made me worried
about Seth. What's his fate? All I know is that I'm gonna catch
literal hell since he hates cops out of all of us back then.
Especially since his father was killed by one long ago. I'm not
having any luck with both my birth family and my foster ones.
They either end up dead, end up being jerks or all of the above.
It makes me anxious about starting a family all of my own.
Besides my half demon cousin, the only true family I have left
is the Blue Skulls. I believe that Grandpa Cain and Granny
Zillah counts. Bright Side, I should be able to get back to work
in a couple of days... along with some time with a shrink.
Great, talking about my feels seem so great to do. Man, I need a
drink.
End
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