RP Starter Plot: A Neon Tango
Chicleton City, and what a cesspool of a metropolis it is. From the ultra-wealthy corpo oligarchs who rule the entire region with their
4, pocketed politicians and bought-for police force, to the impoverished slum residents who wake up everyday not knowing whether they'll be able to scavenge enough dumpsters to avoid starvation. The city centre is nigh- impossible to enter without having a connection to the elite and the surrounding favela districts are plagued with brutal gang violence and syndicate disputes. The corporate magnates funnel thousands into inciting civil strife in order to scare the people from taking their dissatisfactions to the streets, their /chips/ having financed many illegal arm dealings, bombing attempts and residual pogroms of civil rights activists. But of course, the public never finds out about these shadow games of the elite as the bribed media /forgets about/ the details.
What the media has no shortage of, however, are reports on the self- proclaimed freedom-fighter, labelled terrorist and wanted criminal, who is only known as /The Spectre/. Nobody knows who he really is, only ever seen wearing his long-cloak and purple-lit helmet (image to the right), or where he came from, only that he has been targeting corpo poverty, setting off explosions in several factories, assassinating corrupt officials, sabotaging their logistic networks and generally causing billions of damages to their profits. The CCPD has issued a
100,000 chip bounty on the supposed
/man/, painting a proper target on his back for mercenaries and bounty hunters to go after.
Little did Spectre know, that tonight, he'd tango with one of the world's high-end assassins. The best of the best. The apex predator, sent out to catch another of their kind. Whomever, and for whatever reason, this mysterious contract killer would be provided with intel on the Spectre's immediate location and with only a single instruction -
Terminate. Currently, the alleged terrorist was setting up his sniper-scope on a
_ rooftop of a derelict warehouse building, neighbouring an enormous office complex that stretched far-up into the skies. Lying down in his rugged rain- coat, the motionless man peered through the masking helmet over his face and waited for his target to arrive at their workplace, not knowing that it was all a set-up. His breathing was muffled away by the dripping of rain that soaked him
Rules: through and through, but he didn't seem
- 'Tis an assassin x assassin RP care as he brushed his gloved finger
(preferably) against the trigger. Soon.
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