Post by Mr. Johnson on Apr 1, 2006 2:10:17 GMT -5
Submission number 1
Scratch the surface, chummer, and what’s underneath? Here in Seattle, you never know just what you’ll find.
Where are my manners? I haven’t introduced myself to ya yet. Name’s Freddy. Nice ta meetcha. Come on, I’ll show you the sights. It’ll only cost ya five nuyen.
Don’t mind the bullet holes on the Americar. I had a little trouble with some Halloweeners a couple weeks back. I’m going to have those fixed in a few days, soon as I get the last payment for the run I just finished. Yeah, that’s right, I’m a Shadow Runner, like most of the chummers I know.
You’re not a runner? Come on, I don’t believe that for a minute. Where did you say you were from anyway?
Okay, so first stop on the tour. I think you’ll really like the place. It’s called the Eager Beaver. www.theshadowrun.proboards7.com/index.cgi?board=places&action=display&n=1&thread=519 It’s one of the best strip joints in Seattle. The drinks are cold and the ladies are hot, so all the Runners stop by from time to time.
Hey, looks like we’re just in time. Jorinda’s about to start her show. J.J.’s about the only gal that does more shows than her these days, since some of the girls here got geeked a while back. Grab a seat in the back, I’ll point out a few people to you. The guy in that booth, trying to score points with the waitress, that’s Krass. He’s the mayor of this burg, and owns Krass/Drassel & Associates The girlie with the nice rack that’s slapping him for flirting, that’s Eon.
How come the muscle ain’t doing anything about it? First off, those two are always doing dat, and second, Eon can kick most of their asses without even breaking a sweat…or a nail.
The young guy leaving the office? That’s Dom Haselthorn. He owns the Beaver. Yeah, I know, it ain’t fair, a guy so young owning a place like dis and being surrounded by all these lovely ladies.
Okay, show’s over. Time to hit a few other places, then we can call it a night.
Oh, that funny looking building with the flying saucer body and the sharp pointy top? That’s what we call the Space Needle. www.spaceneedle.com/about/history.asp Been a part of the Seattle Skyline since the late 20th Century. Skyline sure has changed a lot since then. Nearly all the major corps got offices in the skyscrapers around here. Ares, Renraku, and of course Lone Star. They’re the law in dis town. If they catch ya, better hope ya got a SIN, cause they ain’t real nice to the SINless. Then again, Ares’ Knight Errant security force ain’t much better.
But just because security’s tight in Seattle don’t mean there ain’t room for us runners. See that alley next to that abandoned store? That’s the entry point for the Ork Underground. And this next place we’re passing? That’s Eddie Finch’s place. He used to be a runner once upon a time, but now he runs Mad Finches Gun Emporium. www.theshadowrun.proboards7.com/index.cgi?board=places&action=display&n=1&thread=525" target="_blank">
www.theshadowrun.proboards7.com/index.cgi?board=places&action=display&n=1&thread=525 Sure the prices are a bit high, but he’s a good source of info, or can get you some muscle in a pinch.
Okay, so here’s where the tour stops. The Restaurant at the End of the Universe. www.theshadowrun.proboards7.com/index.cgi?board=unigameroom&action=display&n=1&thread=544" target="_blank">
www.theshadowrun.proboards7.com/index.cgi?board=unigameroom&action=display&n=1&thread=544 Yeah, I know, it’s in the Barrens, but it’s a good place to stop and get a bite. You got any weapons on ya? Good thing, gotta be carrying at least one for them to let you in. Since you’re new here, I’ll buy ya dinner.
Chuckle. Yeah, that sign’s kinda rude huh? I never said it was a classy place. Sorry, they don’t serve a lot of real food here either, unless ya like rat. I recommend their soysteak. Have a seat chummer, and I’ll fill you in on some of the other runners www.theshadowrun.proboards7.com/index.cgi?board=submit chars around these parts.
Oh, that’s my comm. Gotta pick up another fare. Keep a sharp eye out for those go-gangs when you leave. What? Well, I suppose I can take you back into Seattle proper. For another five nuyen. But we gotta leave now, time’s a wastin’.
(ooc) I can fix the hyperlinks in the above submission)
Submission #2
You wander the streets of Seattle, looking around for a moment before heading towards a burning barrel. Your hands are moving up and down your lower arms as the chill of night creeps into your bones. Reaching out, you hold your hands to the fire, enjoying the warmth, and almost become lost in it when a gruff voice speaks to you. "Hey, what are you doing here!" he says, more of an order than a question. You jump, startled slightly as you turn and look at the voice that spoke. It appears to belong to an older man, probably in his mid 60s but he looks a lot older than that with the grime on his face, and the age in his eyes.
"You, I do not recognize you." he said as he moved up to share the warmth of the fire, his eyes still looking you over. "Your new to this town, arent you?"
"No, just never been to this town before", you say, lying to him as you move away from him a bit, not sure what this crazy old man is going to do.
He laughs loudly, the laugh soon turning into a cough. "Bulldrek." he says, a twinkle in his eyes. "I can tell your not from here, for one, by the clothes you are wearing. I will tell you what. Bum me a smoke and I will tell you what I can of this place, give you a little knowledge so you will survive more than one week..."
You look down, surprised as you reach into your coat and pull out a pack, shuffling it slightly to extend a cigarette to the strange man. When he takes it, he smiles a bit as you offer him a light too. Before you can even ask, he answers your question. "Anyone on the street worth his or her salt will have smokes on them. Helps keep you warm at times."
He takes a long drag from the cig and holds it in his lungs for a few moments, his eyes closing slightly. It appears that he hasn't had a smoke in a long time. Exhaling, he looks up at you, motioning for you to come closer to him. "Now, let me tell you a tale of this.. Fair, city. First off, let me start with the higher ups. Mayer Krass, lives up to his name splendidly. You can usually read about him as he takes up half of the newspapers around here. Either about something he did, like, hitting on the govenor's daughter, or wife, or the new taxes that he puts in place. Infact, I read in a paper that i found in the dumpster the other day that he wanted to put a tax on wearing thongs in public!" he says, laughing again, which quickly goes into a hacking cough. It is evident that he has something, and he seems to be failing slowly.
After a few moments, he recovers himself, and then continues like nothing happened. "Ive been lucky enough to see them out too. Krass, his lawyer lacky and partner Drassel, and his secretary Eon. Damn, and from what I saw, she gives meaning to the phrase, Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned. If it wasnt for his doctor friend, um, Patterson, or Peterson, or Phyllis, I cant really remember his name, but if it wasnt for him, he would have been pushing up daisies a long time ago. Rumor on the street is that he even gave Krass a prosthetic manhood after it got removed by someone...." he shrugs, and takes another long drag, flicking the ashes into the dumpster.
"Anyway, they are the head of Seattle. There are other players in this game of life too. Theres a place called the Eager Beaver, run by some Dom guy. Rumor is that if you want a job, go there. Just, dont go like that, its more for the ritzy. Then there is this orc named Peaches. Laugh, and im sure he will kill you. He retired from the shadows a while ago, but, rumor has it he might be comming back, not sure on that one though. There are a lot of others who run in the shadows to make out a meager living. Same for me, I used to do that, till age caught up with me. Now im this." He says before taking another long drag. Flicking the butt into the fire, he reaches into his coat and pulls out a gun, holding it in his palm, the barrel facing away from both. "Take this, you will need it if your to surivive longer than a week on these streets."
You look at the gun, taking it apprehencivly. It looks like a small hold out pistol. "But, wont you need it?" you ask him. He just smiles at you, giving you a wink as he turns away and walks back into the shadows to his box. Lying down, he wraps himself up in the blankett that he has there, and drifts off to sleep as you turn and walk back into the night.
The next morning, the sun rises over seattle, comming through the smog covering the upper levels of the buildings. The sun shines on the bum's face, but he doesn't stir, nor will he as the streets take another victim, only this time without violence, just peace. Just another day in Seattle.
You wake up in a street, looking around and stretching. You remember what the old man told you, and feel the weight of the pistol in your pocket. The way to make money in this town is to run. You stand up and brush yourself off, going into a gas station to clean yourself up. Walking back out to the street, you look around. You must survive now, so what will you do?
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Scratch the surface, chummer, and what’s underneath? Here in Seattle, you never know just what you’ll find.
Where are my manners? I haven’t introduced myself to ya yet. Name’s Freddy. Nice ta meetcha. Come on, I’ll show you the sights. It’ll only cost ya five nuyen.
Don’t mind the bullet holes on the Americar. I had a little trouble with some Halloweeners a couple weeks back. I’m going to have those fixed in a few days, soon as I get the last payment for the run I just finished. Yeah, that’s right, I’m a Shadow Runner, like most of the chummers I know.
You’re not a runner? Come on, I don’t believe that for a minute. Where did you say you were from anyway?
Okay, so first stop on the tour. I think you’ll really like the place. It’s called the Eager Beaver. www.theshadowrun.proboards7.com/index.cgi?board=places&action=display&n=1&thread=519 It’s one of the best strip joints in Seattle. The drinks are cold and the ladies are hot, so all the Runners stop by from time to time.
Hey, looks like we’re just in time. Jorinda’s about to start her show. J.J.’s about the only gal that does more shows than her these days, since some of the girls here got geeked a while back. Grab a seat in the back, I’ll point out a few people to you. The guy in that booth, trying to score points with the waitress, that’s Krass. He’s the mayor of this burg, and owns Krass/Drassel & Associates The girlie with the nice rack that’s slapping him for flirting, that’s Eon.
How come the muscle ain’t doing anything about it? First off, those two are always doing dat, and second, Eon can kick most of their asses without even breaking a sweat…or a nail.
The young guy leaving the office? That’s Dom Haselthorn. He owns the Beaver. Yeah, I know, it ain’t fair, a guy so young owning a place like dis and being surrounded by all these lovely ladies.
Okay, show’s over. Time to hit a few other places, then we can call it a night.
Oh, that funny looking building with the flying saucer body and the sharp pointy top? That’s what we call the Space Needle. www.spaceneedle.com/about/history.asp Been a part of the Seattle Skyline since the late 20th Century. Skyline sure has changed a lot since then. Nearly all the major corps got offices in the skyscrapers around here. Ares, Renraku, and of course Lone Star. They’re the law in dis town. If they catch ya, better hope ya got a SIN, cause they ain’t real nice to the SINless. Then again, Ares’ Knight Errant security force ain’t much better.
But just because security’s tight in Seattle don’t mean there ain’t room for us runners. See that alley next to that abandoned store? That’s the entry point for the Ork Underground. And this next place we’re passing? That’s Eddie Finch’s place. He used to be a runner once upon a time, but now he runs Mad Finches Gun Emporium. www.theshadowrun.proboards7.com/index.cgi?board=places&action=display&n=1&thread=525" target="_blank">
www.theshadowrun.proboards7.com/index.cgi?board=places&action=display&n=1&thread=525 Sure the prices are a bit high, but he’s a good source of info, or can get you some muscle in a pinch.
Okay, so here’s where the tour stops. The Restaurant at the End of the Universe. www.theshadowrun.proboards7.com/index.cgi?board=unigameroom&action=display&n=1&thread=544" target="_blank">
www.theshadowrun.proboards7.com/index.cgi?board=unigameroom&action=display&n=1&thread=544 Yeah, I know, it’s in the Barrens, but it’s a good place to stop and get a bite. You got any weapons on ya? Good thing, gotta be carrying at least one for them to let you in. Since you’re new here, I’ll buy ya dinner.
Chuckle. Yeah, that sign’s kinda rude huh? I never said it was a classy place. Sorry, they don’t serve a lot of real food here either, unless ya like rat. I recommend their soysteak. Have a seat chummer, and I’ll fill you in on some of the other runners www.theshadowrun.proboards7.com/index.cgi?board=submit chars around these parts.
Oh, that’s my comm. Gotta pick up another fare. Keep a sharp eye out for those go-gangs when you leave. What? Well, I suppose I can take you back into Seattle proper. For another five nuyen. But we gotta leave now, time’s a wastin’.
(ooc) I can fix the hyperlinks in the above submission)
Submission #2
You wander the streets of Seattle, looking around for a moment before heading towards a burning barrel. Your hands are moving up and down your lower arms as the chill of night creeps into your bones. Reaching out, you hold your hands to the fire, enjoying the warmth, and almost become lost in it when a gruff voice speaks to you. "Hey, what are you doing here!" he says, more of an order than a question. You jump, startled slightly as you turn and look at the voice that spoke. It appears to belong to an older man, probably in his mid 60s but he looks a lot older than that with the grime on his face, and the age in his eyes.
"You, I do not recognize you." he said as he moved up to share the warmth of the fire, his eyes still looking you over. "Your new to this town, arent you?"
"No, just never been to this town before", you say, lying to him as you move away from him a bit, not sure what this crazy old man is going to do.
He laughs loudly, the laugh soon turning into a cough. "Bulldrek." he says, a twinkle in his eyes. "I can tell your not from here, for one, by the clothes you are wearing. I will tell you what. Bum me a smoke and I will tell you what I can of this place, give you a little knowledge so you will survive more than one week..."
You look down, surprised as you reach into your coat and pull out a pack, shuffling it slightly to extend a cigarette to the strange man. When he takes it, he smiles a bit as you offer him a light too. Before you can even ask, he answers your question. "Anyone on the street worth his or her salt will have smokes on them. Helps keep you warm at times."
He takes a long drag from the cig and holds it in his lungs for a few moments, his eyes closing slightly. It appears that he hasn't had a smoke in a long time. Exhaling, he looks up at you, motioning for you to come closer to him. "Now, let me tell you a tale of this.. Fair, city. First off, let me start with the higher ups. Mayer Krass, lives up to his name splendidly. You can usually read about him as he takes up half of the newspapers around here. Either about something he did, like, hitting on the govenor's daughter, or wife, or the new taxes that he puts in place. Infact, I read in a paper that i found in the dumpster the other day that he wanted to put a tax on wearing thongs in public!" he says, laughing again, which quickly goes into a hacking cough. It is evident that he has something, and he seems to be failing slowly.
After a few moments, he recovers himself, and then continues like nothing happened. "Ive been lucky enough to see them out too. Krass, his lawyer lacky and partner Drassel, and his secretary Eon. Damn, and from what I saw, she gives meaning to the phrase, Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned. If it wasnt for his doctor friend, um, Patterson, or Peterson, or Phyllis, I cant really remember his name, but if it wasnt for him, he would have been pushing up daisies a long time ago. Rumor on the street is that he even gave Krass a prosthetic manhood after it got removed by someone...." he shrugs, and takes another long drag, flicking the ashes into the dumpster.
"Anyway, they are the head of Seattle. There are other players in this game of life too. Theres a place called the Eager Beaver, run by some Dom guy. Rumor is that if you want a job, go there. Just, dont go like that, its more for the ritzy. Then there is this orc named Peaches. Laugh, and im sure he will kill you. He retired from the shadows a while ago, but, rumor has it he might be comming back, not sure on that one though. There are a lot of others who run in the shadows to make out a meager living. Same for me, I used to do that, till age caught up with me. Now im this." He says before taking another long drag. Flicking the butt into the fire, he reaches into his coat and pulls out a gun, holding it in his palm, the barrel facing away from both. "Take this, you will need it if your to surivive longer than a week on these streets."
You look at the gun, taking it apprehencivly. It looks like a small hold out pistol. "But, wont you need it?" you ask him. He just smiles at you, giving you a wink as he turns away and walks back into the shadows to his box. Lying down, he wraps himself up in the blankett that he has there, and drifts off to sleep as you turn and walk back into the night.
The next morning, the sun rises over seattle, comming through the smog covering the upper levels of the buildings. The sun shines on the bum's face, but he doesn't stir, nor will he as the streets take another victim, only this time without violence, just peace. Just another day in Seattle.
You wake up in a street, looking around and stretching. You remember what the old man told you, and feel the weight of the pistol in your pocket. The way to make money in this town is to run. You stand up and brush yourself off, going into a gas station to clean yourself up. Walking back out to the street, you look around. You must survive now, so what will you do?
so.. 2 people got the juices flowing.. this is your chance to add some juice from you... post your replies and what-nots