Utterly Mad

gimme a bit, reserved.

Name: Elizabeth Carter/'Yellow'
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Appearance: 5'9, blue eyes, black hair
Clothing: Yellow T-shirt, jeans, yellow sneakers, dark blue hoodie
Mask: 'Arnold', a light blue and green ocelot mask.
Mask Effect: Faster punches
Living Space: Low-quality apartment in Sunset, basic kitchen, bedroom and bathroom.    Lacks a microwave.
Day Job: Grocery store clerk.
Traits: Unfazed By Violence | Ambidextrous | Hates Long Conversations
Skills: Sprinting, Beating The Shit Out Of People[/s] More Varied Executions, Grappling
Color: Example text HOOOO
Vehicle: 1989 Mercury Tracer (4 Door)

Spoiler: Gonna Be Listening To This (hover to show)

Is that okay?

Name: Aaron Vance
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: A 6'3 man with light stubble and brown hair.
Clothing: A pair of black sneakers, a pair of blue-jeans, a royal purple tee shirt, a lime-green hoodie, gauze handwraps
Mask: A gas-mask, he starts with a large chopping knife, and he can always have a killing throw with ONLY knives, no misc blades.
Living Space: He lives in a nice, small apartment with a single bedroom, bathroom and main room that contains the living room and kitchen, He owns a small cat. The apartment is nearby where he works.
Day Job: He works as a cook and waiter for a small Diner., he's payed somewhat well with the combination of tips and hourly pay. He's Damn good at it too.
Traits: [Stout][Eagle Eye]][Can't hold his Liquor]
Skills: Parkour, Blades (mostly knives), Knife throwing
Vehicle: A black Harley-style Motorbike.
Color: "A bacon cheese burger with fries? Is that all, sir?"

[[Sorry about the delay went to play Hotline Miami while I waited]]

Elizabeth

You head for the stairwell past the broken elevators, you pass by a group of mothers that are casually chatting about their kids as you head into the garage. You get into your car, crank it, rev the engine letting out a vicious roar, and speed out to your destination.

Scene 1: The Schtick
ORGE- The Bench


You park your car a few blocks away from the bar, the surrounding area is nothing but miles and miles of marsh lands. Its pretty damn humid here and you begin to sweat underneath your hoodie and mask. Up ahead you see 'The Pub' a small biker bar, you spot one thug standing in front of the door smoking a cigarette. The parking lot is filled with motorcycles, you hear metal music coming from inside the bar.

Threats:
>Thug, Guarding Door

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Aaron
You sit on the couch watching some obscure action movie while petting your cat, your answering machine beckons to you as it beeps. You gentle place your cat where you were sitting and listen to the message.

"*BEEP* Yo' its Daniels over at McKineries outside of town on Maine Marine Ave. I was wondering when you'll drop by to pick out the 'weeds' in the front yard. Make sure to get here in uniform, and make sure you don't prick yourself when weeding the rose bushes."

GET TO THE BIKE

Aaron gets up from his couch, he takes off his PJ's and puts on his day clothes. He grabs his gasmask and large chopping knife from his kitchen. He heads down to his bike and heads off the "Location"

Aaron puts the knife in his hoodie's pocket. He slips on the gas-mask, he walks to the door and knocks on it, he readies his blade.

Elizabeth
ORGE- The Bench


Its a small bar that is crowded with both Russian Mobsters and Bikers, you see a hallway to the right that probably leads to the manager's office and the bathrooms. To the left and right of you are tables, rows and rows of tables with a few thugs sitting at each of them. Up ahead is the bar with thugs lining the seats getting drunk, behind the bar is a heavy set woman with a leather jacket, chaps, fingerless leather gloves, and grey curly hair. She ain't a looker, that's for sure.

You count at least 15 of the fuckers in this room, including the bartender. They all start getting up from their seats, one pipes up, "Who the fuck let you in?" Another chimes in, "Why are you wearing that rubber mask, Halloween ain't here yet." And then another, "Alright boys, lets show our new guest a good time." The rickety wooden floor rumbles under your feet as they all charge after you carrying chairs, knives, and broken bottles.

Threats:
XThug, Guarding Door [Neutralized]
>Thug, charging after you [Knife]
>Thug, charging at you [Bottle]
>Thug, charging after you [Chair]
>Thug, charging after you [Knife]
>Thug, charging after you [Knife]
>Thug, charging after you [Knife]
>Thug, charging after you [Chair]
>Thug, charging at you [Bottle]
>Thug, charging after you [Chair]
>Thug, charging after you [Knife]
>Thug, charging after you [Chair]
>Thug, charging at you [Bottle]
>Thug, charging at you [Bottle]
>Thug, charging after you [Knife]
>Thug, charging after you [Chair]

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Aaron

Zombie Hyperdrive- Red Eyes


Your sneakers scrape on the rough stone staircase as you head down towards the door. Rapping on the door a bald man with bright green eyes answers the door. "Hey are you the stripper?", he asks with the door wide open behind him. Inside you see a large game room with a few tables in the back, rows and rows of pool tables take up the majority of the place, with a large bar in the upper right corner of the room all stocked with booze and currently serving about five guys. On the TVs above the bar you see it broadcasting the baseball game, apparently Miami is winning... well hows-about we secure an actual victory for this town, hmmm? You also notice you have to take a small set of wooden steps down into the bar.

You count about 15 people (excluding the door guard), most of them have cue sticks in hand and most of them are either distracted by the game or are shooting pool.

Threats
>Thug, talking to you [?]
>Thug, distracted [Pool Cue]
>Thug, distracted [Pool Cue]
>Thug, distracted [Pool Cue]
>Thug, distracted [Pool Cue]
>Thug, distracted [Pool Cue]
>Thug, distracted [Pool Cue]
>Thug, distracted [Pool Cue]
>Thug, distracted [Pool Cue]
>Thug, distracted [Pool Cue]
>Thug, drinking [?]
>Thug, drinking [?]
>Thug, drinking [?]
>Thug, drinking [?]
>Thug, drinking [?]