Sorry guys, I don't feel like I did that great of a job with my first post in this thread, so from now on, I'll try to make these posts more descriptive and hopefully make this RP funner for you.
"Any takers? I need some couriers to deli-" The man stops his recruitment efforts when the butcher comes back with a steaming bowl of what looks like pork, eggs, and some mushrooms that looked like they could possibly be glowing. He immediately begins eating it the moment the butcher puts the bowl down.
"Hey man, that's three bullets, and you pay before you eat!" The butcher seems to be harsh on the obviously insane man, but that's what life is like in the metro.
"Okay, okay." The man manages to say between spoonfuls of the thick soup. "Here you go" handing the butcher three bullets. After which he starts to feast again.
Max walks towards the man and asks "Hello. What was that about a courier job?".
The man nearly coughs up his meal in surprise. "Already a taker? My day is improving at an alarming rate." He turns his chair towards the new courier, his voice is deep, and it occasionally changes pitch to a higher note before dropping back down to normal. "Names Kruger, and I need you and at least two others to take this package Pride Station." The man lifts the wrapped container towards Max. "And I need you t-"
Before being able to continue Nikolai approuchs and asks "Yes, what was that about a courier job?"
"Well damn!" reply's Kruger, "This could possibly be the best luck of my life, or maybe these mushrooms are making me hallucinate." Kruger laughs at his own joke before continuing. "As I was just saying to this fine young courier here, I need a group of people to take this package to Pride Station. And, I need it there in two days, an hour longer and you don't get payed." Kruger starts to eat his soup again. "Also, in case you wanted something to get you started, then I would recommend talking to the locals, cause there ain't no way I'm giving you anything till the job's done." Kruger wipes some soup from his beard with his sleeve. "Okay, my little rant is over, now if you don't have questions or anything better to do, then I recommend you get looking for a third courier. What say you?"
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Last edited by Jerek Carstien; 02-22-12 at 01:30 AM.