Bright Lights, Bloody Nights, Big City: Vampire Game Thread

[Cynical Cat]

Bullets from a BAR and two tommyguns hosed down the car, many of them penetrating all the way through. Even the engine block didn't provide much protection from the Browning. Gas and oil leaked out from numerous holes.

[Josh]

He grunted as a round tore into his side, and raised the BAR over the hood without looking, squeezing the trigger and pivoting it in an extended burst that emptied the magazine. Only his inhuman strength let him keep the gun level throughout the whole burst.

"C'MON YOU FAGGOTS! BRING IT ON!"

[Cynical Cat]

The mob soldiers moved around the flanks. One of them was dropped by round from above as one of Wright's hanger oners got a lucky shot off from the doorway. He paid for it. A burst of tommy gun fire blew him back inside in a spray of blood.

Two of the O'Banion soldier's moved to flank Wright. One fired a long burst from the car's rear, angling it at where he guessed Wright would be. Another emptied the clip of his BAR at Wright, firing straight through the hood. A lot of the slugs made it through the engine block.

Shotgun fire boomed at the doorway to Wright's place, penning people, ghouls, and Marcus inside.

[Josh]

He'd already flattened, discarding the BAR... for which he had neglected to grab a spare magazine. Instead, he was to his backup, a 1911 Colt which he proceeded to blaze away with at the ankles of his assailants...

[Cynical Cat]

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" screamed one of the mob soldiers as he writhed in the street with a shattered ankle. Bullets came back at Wright. One grazed his arm. The others missed. One triggered a spark that ignited the spreading pool of oil and gas that was spreading over Wright. The fluids went up.

[frigidmagi]

Jason had been trecking up to see Wright. He was in a bad mood, the girl took up alot of time and it meant he hadn't eaten at all tonight. Then he heard gunshots.

Jason broke into a run, he had been away for a bit, but he was sure gunshots at Wright's place were a bad thing. He advanced quickly and quietly down the street and a gunmen came into view. So did Wright face down in a pool of quickly burning gas. With a extra burst of speed, Jason attacked. Coming up behind the rearmost gunner he grabbed the man's hair wrenched his head back and bit down on the neck, glupping down hot blood. He threw the dying man away letting him bleed to death from a torn throat and charged the remainder.

[Charon]

Marcus had reacted far mroe calmly to the sound of gunfire. With a sigh he'd walked over to one of the tables and snapped off a leg. As Wright had screamed his war cry Marcus had been whistling as he stepped down the stairs coming to a stop right behind the door. He cracked his fingers and waited for the right moment.

[Bratty]

Cassie woke up with a start at the first shots. How long had she been out? It felt like she had just closed her eyes. In fact, for a moment, she had a fright, hearing gunfire, and thinking she was back in Indiana.

She shivers, the gunfire is coming from the front of the place. Better get to a phone and call the cops before they come inside or her benefactor is dead.

She throws a robe over her silken skivvies, and opens the door to get to the office with tele she had been at earlier that night.

She might be a slip of a girl, but she has a cool head in danger, and her adrenaline is racing.

[Comrade Tortoise]

Father Leo was interupted from his reconnisance by the sound og gunshots, which rang clearly through the night and echoed off of buildings. They were coming from the general direction of Wright's place.. not that he cared about wright, in fact he was tempted to let him fight this on his own. Abominable hell-spawn that he is.... But... the innocents... Hell

Leo broke into a run, he had to protect those people...

[Cynical Cat]

A wave of bullets smashed into Jason as he charged. A shotgun blast blew open his gut, sending a wave of agony washing over him. Ribs cracked and ligiments tore as Jason continued to stagger forward. Even the undead need intact muscle to move, but neither shock nor pain stopped the caitiff. He was weakened and damaged, but still capable of fighting when he crashed into the nearest gunman.

As Jason engaged in mortal combat and provided more than a few moments worth of distraction, Wright's left arms and part of his chest went up in flames.

[Cynical Cat]

Leo walked through the desolate ends of the train yards, searching for signs of Cargo. There was no sign of the flesh peddler or his soldiers, but that did not mean he came up entirely empty handed. A lone figure was running from the top of one train car to the next, sometime vaulting the distance between two nearby trains. He was invisible to the perceptions of the unexpanded eye, but Father Leo perceived more than what was visible to ordinary mortals.

[Josh]

Wright screamed a blood-curdling, inhuman scream and rolled into a slimy puddle in one of the many unrepaired potholes in the street.

While this alleviated his burning problem, it also put him into the line of fire...

[Bratty]

She opens the door and steps out barefooted. An empty room? She hasn't been here long, but she knows already this is a rare thing. This seems like a joint that is always hopping, where the skirts are short, the jazz is hot, and the booz is always flowing.

She crosses the entire room's floor with haste. She knows time is an issue. Here's hopin' that her benefactor isnt already dead. That would make this a short ride to nowheresville.

She walks up into the office and picks up the phone from the receiver, cradling it to her ear. "Hello?" She asks the operator. "Operator? Get me the police."

[Charon]

Marcus sighed as he saw wright begin to burn, then the other runt get his chest blown open. "Amateurs..." With a flick of his wrist Three tentacles sprung out of the shadows themselves. The Tentacles quickly wrapped around a gunman who was behind their car. One tentacle went around the gunman's neck and with a quick twist snapped it. The other two tentacles slammed into his chest, sending the corpse flying into one of his fellows.

[frigidmagi]

Jason snarled away the pain and lied to himself saying he had felt worst before. He fell on the gunmen like a straving rabid bear, fangs plunging into his prey's neck, his hands grabbing the gunmen's arms and pulling out.

[Cynical Cat]

As Jason popped the gunman's arms out of their sockets and tore at his throat, the other gunmen winced and fell back a step. Marcus's shadow tendrils had come from the darkness and had not been clearly seen. This act of inhuman power was clearly visible. They broke and ran.

As for the damsel in distress, she was getting some help. "Yeah, Chicago Police Department here. How can we help you?"

[Bratty]

"Police? Thank God! I am at the warehouse at <insert directions to Wright's pad here>. There is heavy gunfire outside. Please hurry!! People are shooting at us!" Although she has a cool head, she is absolutely genuine in her surprise that there are gunshots outside.

[Cynical Cat]

"Don't worry ma'am. We'll send some officers right over." The switchboard officer then sent directions over the radio.

"Hey Larry," said one cop, "a mob shoot out."

"So?" the other cop in the car responded, "what do you wanna do, get shot? Cool it for ten minutes and then we'll head over."

[Josh]

He pulled himself out of the puddle in time to see Blue Eyes taking a big bite.

AH FUCK.

Right in goddamned public. He launched in pursuit of the remaining gunmen.

If this went seriously south, he was going to have to leave town VERY goddamned soon.

[Bratty]

"Hurry!!" And then as an afterthought, her old fashioned manners kick in "And thank you!"

She sets the phone down, and moves from the office, looking for a back way out of this place.

[Charon]

Marcus got out from under cover and stepped out where he could get a clean shot. Taking a second extra to line up his shot Marcus fired and clipped Johnny's shoulder. He was the important one.

[Cynical Cat]

Wright hobbled after one of the gunman, forcing his body forward despite the pain. Damn it, this wasn't going to fucking work! He poured power towards his limbs, consuming the blood within his body. He accelerated forward and began to close the distance.

His limbs pumped faster and faster, his inhumanely powerful limbs propelling him forward. With a leap he tackled the mobster and they went sprawling. They struggled briefly, but Wright effortless overpowered him and smashed his head against the street. One, two, three more times. His head was a bloody mess. Three unlookers were watching him and then decided to hurry away. Burned and covered in blood, Wright would have been unrecognizable in the dark. Still, no point in lingering. Wright ran.

[Cynical Cat]

Marcus tagged him, but Johnny rabbited around the corner and was out of sight.

[Charon]

Marcus growled and charged after his prey, pulling out the table leg he stopped just before turning the corner. He took a moment then jumped out into that street and quickly looked around.

[Bratty]

She makes her way out the back door, and then realizes she still does not have any shoes on. She closes her robe tighter, but what can thin silk do against a cool night breeze. Her body shows her trembling and other reactions to a bit of nip in the air.

She looks out to see if there is a road she can go to, a cab she can call, anything. No, only the shanties of a railyard that look worn out and worn down. She moves her body against the building/warehouse wall, and peeks out around the side towards the front. Where should she go? The shanties can't be safe and there could be no where out, but there may be some good hiding places until this blows over. She could chance it and go towards the road and see about getting a cab. She mulls this over in her mind for a moment as her body shivers and she accesses the situation.