06-03-2017, 09:02 PM
"I say, Eddy. This looks like a mighty suspicious gathering of possible compatriots, does it not?"
"You are most likely incorrect, my friend. It is appearing that these two individuals are attempting to rob the young man. And on our turf, I might add. Very disrespectful."
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Two men in pinstripe suits and fedora hats appeared at the end of the alley, backlit by the hazy streetlights. In each of their hands were long barreled rifles straight out of the 1930's, the metal tips glistening a dull blueblack, the smell of gun oil in the air as the pulled back slides on their firearms.
"Hey! What the- Aw, hell no!" One of the punks attempting to rob Kurusu pulled a blinking laser pistol from his ripped denim jacket, and aimed it at the two strangers.
"You may want to move, friendo." The one on the left called out to the youth, before hot fire spit from the barrels of their tommy guns and lit the alley up with a fusillade of .45 caliber rounds. Harsh BRAT BRAT sounds echoed off the brick walls as the well dressed men made short work of the would-be highwaymen. As the blood cooled on the pavement, they stepped smartly down the alley towards their intended target of protection.
"No need to thank us, kid. Just another friendly neighborhood patrol of keeping our corners clean and orderly from the Gentlemen Jacks. Now is there anything to which we could be lending greater assistance to yourself?" The one that had been called Eddy asked, tipping his fedora up to reveal a young, unscarred face.
"You are most likely incorrect, my friend. It is appearing that these two individuals are attempting to rob the young man. And on our turf, I might add. Very disrespectful."
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Two men in pinstripe suits and fedora hats appeared at the end of the alley, backlit by the hazy streetlights. In each of their hands were long barreled rifles straight out of the 1930's, the metal tips glistening a dull blueblack, the smell of gun oil in the air as the pulled back slides on their firearms.
"Hey! What the- Aw, hell no!" One of the punks attempting to rob Kurusu pulled a blinking laser pistol from his ripped denim jacket, and aimed it at the two strangers.
"You may want to move, friendo." The one on the left called out to the youth, before hot fire spit from the barrels of their tommy guns and lit the alley up with a fusillade of .45 caliber rounds. Harsh BRAT BRAT sounds echoed off the brick walls as the well dressed men made short work of the would-be highwaymen. As the blood cooled on the pavement, they stepped smartly down the alley towards their intended target of protection.
"No need to thank us, kid. Just another friendly neighborhood patrol of keeping our corners clean and orderly from the Gentlemen Jacks. Now is there anything to which we could be lending greater assistance to yourself?" The one that had been called Eddy asked, tipping his fedora up to reveal a young, unscarred face.
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”