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[Salsacookies]

turn Zero:

Scene: Our victims have just arrived at Twerk Palace, the hottest rave joint in downtown. They came to have fun, but, as they will soon learn, tonight ain't gonna be a good night.

Victims:

Primary

Name: Tameeka Boyce
Stereotype: Black Female Best Friend
Stats:
Strength: Normal
Finesse: Good
Brains: Normal
Spirit: Good

Qualities:
Loud
Nice
Street Smart
Perceptive
Brave
Special Ability: Scream Queen


Secondary

Name: Edgar Drury
Stereotype: Grumpy Old Man
Stats:
Brawn: Poor
Finesse: Poor
Brains: Good
Spirit: Good

Qualities:
Frail
Calculated
Organized
High Strength of Will

Primary

Name: Blake Jackson
Strength: Poor
Finesse: Normal
Brains: Good
Spirit: Good

Logical
Trustworthy
Protective
Heroic
Book smart
Shortsighted

Secondary

Name: Deigo Ballaseros
Brawn: Good
Finesse: Normal
Brains: Poor
Spirit: Normal

Good Salesman
Loyal
Good Shot
Overconfident

Vigilante
Brawn: Normal
Finesse: Great
Brains: Normal
Sprint: Poor

Steel Yourself

Dirty Cop
Brawn: Normal
FInesse: Poor
Brains: Normal
Sprint: Normal

[tntey]

The vigilante stands around awkwardly, waiting for his police man to arrive.

[wipeout1024]

Tameeka starts dancing and grooving to the music, and starts chatting with people.
"Hey everybody, what up?"
Edgar just putters around, shouting at people to get away from him.

[Fr0stByt3]

Blake sits in a corner, earbuds jammed in his ears and a book in his hands. He occasionally stops reading to push his glasses back up against his nose.

Diego stands in the middle of the dance floor, looking around for a potential buyer.

[Salsacookies]

Turn 1: Raving going normally

Blake sits in a corner, earbuds jammed in his ears and a book in his hands. He occasionally stops reading to push his glasses back up against his nose.

Diego stands in the middle of the dance floor, looking around for a potential buyer.

Blake: Sitting further away from the party, he is doing just fine, if a bit worried of stray alcohol being spilt on his book.
Diego scouts the dance floor, and finds a potential buyer in Tameeka
Fr0stByt3(Diego) and wipeout1024(Tameeka) have engaged in conversation.

Tameeka starts dancing and grooving to the music, and starts chatting with people.
"Hey everybody, what up?"
Edgar just putters around, shouting at people to get away from him.

As Tameeka dances, Diego comes to her to talk out a deal. Edger, annoyed with what's going on, possibly tries to go back home. He just doesn't understand the club life.

The vigilante stands around awkwardly, waiting for his police man to arrive.

The vigilante trys to blend in to the rave while he waits for his cop informant to come.

KILL SCENE
The dirty cop begins to exit his vehicle, when a corpse hand reaches out and grabs his arm in a strong hold. "Hello... Partner. Ruined anyone else's lives after you killed me?"

[tntey]

Dirty Cop
"What the hell?" The cop backs away, gun in hand.

[Salsacookies]

Slasher
He stands out of the car, in full view. Rotten and filled with bullet holes, he begins to walk towards the Dirty Cop."You see that they didn't kill me with their drive-by. What do you expect to do with that?"

[wipeout1024]

Tameeka is offended by Diego, and shouts that her daddy in Compton went to jail for this s**t. Then, she hipbumps him out, and continues to dance.

Edgar decides to go home, and gets into his car, and drives back.

[tntey]

Dirty cop pulls out his nightstick.

[Salsacookies]

The Slasher is unfazed by your stick, and continues his walk towards you, with a taser in his hand, buzzing with electricity

[Tomasque]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

"You see that they didn't kill me with their drive-by. What do you expect to do with that?"

V: No, what you have are bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty I'm no longer be standing, because if I am you'll all be dead before you've reloaded.

((Sorry for the interruption. The mental image reminded me of the movie so much.))

[Fr0stByt3]

Deigo shrugs nonchalantly as he walks away. "Whatever, babe. It's your loss."

[wipeout1024]

Bump.

[Fr0stByt3]

Bump