Bay Dogs: A Criminal RP - Games

The voice pauses for a second. "Yes. Who is this? The only person who is supposed to know this number is my father."

"My name's Julia, I worked with your father. I got this number from your dad. Your dad was on a contract job and... well... I'm sorry, but he was... um... shot. And... he gave me a piece of paper with this phone number on it before he passed away. He told me to call you."

"What symbol does he have on his right wrist and what does he do when he sees a donut?"

"I think it was a six pointed star with a hand in a fist. He wriggles... wriggled his fingers whenever he saw a donut."

A sob is heard from the receiver. "That's my dad. I'm catching a flight to Sanskrit as soon as possible. Where is your base of operations?" The man askes.

"Well, look for the sleazy bar at the docks, that looks shot to hell and is missing a couple of windows. Shouldn't be that hard to find."

"I've been to Sanskrit before and you've described about fifty bars. Any more specifics?"

"Not... really... How about you tell me where you land and I'll pick you up?"

"I'll be at Suvarnabhumi Airport in about 24 hours." Name: Ari Stadler Appearance(optional): [IMG]https://soldieryoni.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/yoni-023.jpg[/IMG] Date Of Birth: 03/17/1960 Preferred Weapons: Galil, MAG Special Skills: Trained in counter-terrorist tactics, CQC Profession: Student Nationality: Israeli-American Biography: Ari Stadler moved to Israel when he was 18, served in the 1982 Lebanon war, and currently is studying philosophy.

[QUOTE=Infab;49700244]"[I][B]SHIT![/B][/I]" Voronov blurted out, darting for the bar. She vaulted over it, and dropped down behind. She flipped the bipod and stock out on her RPKS, before propping it on the bar and firing back.[/QUOTE] Mini Roll[5]: Voronov darted to the bar and got to cover. She saw at least 6 men on her view launching tracers and rounds in all directions. She used her RPKS and fired. Until she realized it jammed. [QUOTE=kilerabv;49700255]Frank ducked behind cover. "Damn it. Should have killed him. Rookie mistake." he though as bullets whizzed by. He took out his gun and blind fired.[/QUOTE] Mini Roll Critical Failure[highlight][1][/highlight]: One of the men in a casual jacket saw Frank duck down and lowered his height to prevent him from getting spotted. The thug aimed on his pistol and twice at Frank's torso, penetrating him. [QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;49700256]Viktor tackled Rodney as the metal from a rifle flared up in the sunlight. A bullet grazed his shoulder. "Cyka! Hostiles!" He flipped a table and fired two salvos from his VSS, letting out a hissing-like sound.[/QUOTE] Mini Roll[8]: Viktor saw at least two hostiles on his point of view. With patience he managed to let loose a boat load of salvos, bringing the two down to the debris. Blood splattering all over the street. [QUOTE=NightmareX91;49700272]"[B]SHIT, NIGGA! SHIT! MOTHERFUCKIN-[/B]" Rodney screamed as he scrambled into cover and started firing his AKM in the general direction of the bad guys. "Eat lead, niggas!"[/QUOTE] Mini Roll[4]: Rodney fired at the remaining four left at their distance and made sure to use all his ammo. Unfortunately, he was spent and another two made their move, suppressing Rodney. [QUOTE=SniperComZero;49700402]George kicks up off of his seat on hearing gunshots, grabbing his M60 and firing his 1911 wildly into the direction of the shots, [b]"AIN'T I GOT ENOUGH FUCKIN' SHIT TO DEAL WITH TODAY YOU FUCKIN' GOOKS?"[/b][/QUOTE] Mini Roll[6]:George at the direction, he noticed two thugs were gaining up on Rodney. He shook his head and fired his 1911 towards one of the men, landing a hit as the thug held out his arm and fled.

"Back of vest, no protection from bullets. Come on Castelione, you wanna die here?" A voice echoed through Frank's mind as the pain washed over him. He remembered Voronov's advice from earlier. " Come on Frankie, I believe in you..." the voice continued. Frank gritted his teeth and sprinted towards the stairs.

"Shit! SHIT! [B]SHIT![/B]" Rodney screams as he begins to panic. "I'm fuckin' out! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Nigga didn't sign up for this motherfuckin' shit!" He drops the AKM and pulls out his Makarov, but he isn't going to risk blind firing when he is being suppressed. "Where the fuck did these motherfuckers come from!?"

Voronov gets up and rushes for the stairs, attempting to clear the jam as fast as she can. She glances over, noticing that Rodney is in trouble. "GEORGE, SHOOT THOSE FUCKERS ON RODNEY!"

[ I'm heading to bed. You can use Rodney as an NPC. ]

After a few seconds Frank was back. Armed with his M16. He aimed down the sights towards the goons suppressing Rodney and let out several salvos.

"I'LL MOW YOU DOWN WHEREVER YOU STAND BITCH!" Misha screamed as his minigun spun up. Aiming at the goons, he fired a 3 second burst. [video=youtube;qzFji2CDR-w]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qzFji2CDR-w[/video]

Voronov finally stops just inside the door frame in front of the stairs, and presses herself against the wall. Shit, great time to jam. She takes the magazine out and pulls back on the slide. Shit, double feed. She racks the slide a few times, then slips a fresh mag back in before racking it one more time. Clear! She aims, peering around the door frame, and fires off three bursts from the RPKS. All aimed at the men suppressing Rodney. We have to get him out of there!

Viktor slap Rodney as he begin to freak out. "Focus comrade!" He then resumes his shooting, letting off another salvo.

Rodney gets slapped by Viktor. "Fuckin' how am I supposed to keep calm when these niggas on my ass?! I ain't no fuckin' vet or nothin'!" He begins to shoot back with his Makarov.

Ari slowly packs his suitcase, still in shock from the news. He drives to the airport and books a flight to Sanskrit. A security agent looks at him suspiciously.

[QUOTE=kilerabv;49702007]After a few seconds Frank was back. Armed with his M16. He aimed down the sights towards the goons suppressing Rodney and let out several salvos.[/QUOTE] Mini Roll[5]: Frank switched to an automatic weapon and instead opted for a more spread and shoot tactic. He fired towards the two goons and... missed. [QUOTE=Infab;49702649]Voronov finally stops just inside the door frame in front of the stairs, and presses herself against the wall. Shit, great time to jam. She takes the magazine out and pulls back on the slide. Shit, double feed. She racks the slide a few times, then slips a fresh mag back in before racking it one more time. Clear! She aims, peering around the door frame, and fires off three bursts from the RPKS. All aimed at the men suppressing Rodney. We have to get him out of there![/QUOTE] Mini Roll[8]: Voronov aimed down on her sights and notices Frank's missing. She sighed and tried her best to pull Rodney from certain death. Three bursts was all it took to land a hit on one of them who's been out of cover. [QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;49703263]Viktor slap Rodney as he begin to freak out. "Focus comrade!" He then resumes his shooting, letting off another salvo.[/QUOTE] Mini Roll[4]: Viktor fired another shot into the hostile crowd, as a result one of the men took aim and attempted to pierce through the ex military but fate wasn't ready yet as the man pulled the trigger and only grazed Viktor's shoulder. [QUOTE=NightmareX91;49705757]Rodney gets slapped by Viktor. "Fuckin' how am I supposed to keep calm when these niggas on my ass?! I ain't no fuckin' vet or nothin'!" He begins to shoot back with his Makarov.[/QUOTE] Mini Roll[2]: At least one man was still supressing Rodney, those who protected him still had hostiles to finish off before Rodney made his move. His move proved to be a risky one. Rodney came out of cover and fired back at the hostiles intending to kill him. But the one thug was already prepared to fire incase Rodney came out. The thug shot three times towards Rodney, hitting him in varied areas as Luke gunned the thug down. "Two left." Luke muttered and kept firing.

Voronov witnesses Rodney get shot. [I]Fuck![/I] She aims at the other two, and opens fire. Three more bursts, three rounds each, from where she was behind the door frame. If they can kill the last of these guys, she could tend to the wounded.

Viktor fired off yet another quick salvo. He looked ag Rodney worryingly. "Rodney! Can you move?"

Rodney screams in pain as he gets shot in various places. "[B]SHIT! FUCK![/B]" He drops to the ground in shock, unable to move as he slowly bleeds out.

Viktor puts his hand on Rodney, applying hard pressure. With his free hand he begans dragging him in behind the bar counter. "This will sting, comrade!" The lid from a whiskey bottle hits the floor right before Viktor starts pouring the orange liquid into Rodney's wounds. He then motions for Rodney to drink some before he tosses away the bottle. "I need some help here!" Yells Viktor as he unsheates his knife. "I need to remove the bullet."

Frank continued to shoot, aiming to surpress in order to give the rest some breathing room.

Rodney winces in pain as the whisky is poured into his wounds. "Agh! What the fuck man?!" He then takes a swig of the whisky, and then he takes a look at the knife. "Oh [B]shit![/B]"

"Think of something happy, tovarish!" Says Viktor right before he sticks the knife into one of the bullet wounds while using his full strength to keep him pinned to the floor. After some wiggling Viktor managed to remove the bullets one by one. "There!" He said just as the lst bullet rolled down onto the floor. Using a medical compress stored in his chestrig he begins to apply pressure. "Stay here."

[This is my first time ever roleplaying on Facepunch. Please do let me know if I'm doing something completely stupid along the way] [I'll start with a not too-grounded character] [B]Name[/B]: David Jones Miller, a.k.a. "The Buffguy" Appearance: [t]http://www.cgsociety.org/cgsarchive/newgallerycrits/g13/48613/48613_1205863117_large.jpg[/t] [B]Date Of Birth[/B]: March 24, 1944 [B]Preferred Weapons[/B]: M16A1 [B]Special Skills[/B]: Extreme physical capabilities, Intimidaton, Cigars [B]Profession[/B]: Vietnam vet, full time cigar enthusiast [B]Nationality[/B]: American [B]Biography[/B]: Dave was always above most, if not all, when it came to sheer physical abilities. In his unit (and soon in the others who he came in contact with), he was known as the man who could run farther than most, could carry the heaviest load and kick your ass in an Arm Wrestling match. Coupled with his strongly defined muscular mass and his uncanny ability to intimitade others, he quickly became known as the Buff guy. His tendency to hip-fire his trusty M16A1 (mainly due to his inability to correctly use iron sights) and his mean Cigar smoking habit helped shape the myth of the Buffguy, portrayed in a way most reminescent of an Hollywood action film star. Some rumors about him even tell the tale of how he once dodged incoming bullets by dive-rolling out of sight and into cover, without even losing the cigar he was smoking! Once his tour ended, he found himself without a place in the world, seemingly unable to fit in. That is, until he found out about Sanskirt. His old army friends (most of whom were in a situation much too similiar to his) helped him quickly find his way to what seemed to be heaven. Together with his few belongings, a note containing a couple phone numbers to call and a disassembled M16A1, Dave was now set to reach a place that, he hoped, he could finally call home. Are you ready to embark on a cigar-fueled adventure?

[QUOTE=Infab;49709490]Voronov witnesses Rodney get shot. [I]Fuck![/I] She aims at the other two, and opens fire. Three more bursts, three rounds each, from where she was behind the door frame. If they can kill the last of these guys, she could tend to the wounded.[/QUOTE] Mini Roll Critical Success[highlight][10][/highlight]: As soon as the two reached out their guns and aimed for any exposed members of Bay Dogs Voronov, with clear sight shot three bursts, three bullet. She landed on one man with his assault rifle out as her rounds pierced through and another burst shot through the last one, leaving all dead. Luke peeked out of cover and waited a few minutes until it was clear.