Gothic's Hour Aftermath
Thug 1: Smells like hell out here...
Thug 2: Don't it always?
Thug 1: This is worse, man. Good god, what kinda crap is this? How we supposed to survive in this stench?!
Thug 2: This place pretty much got nuked and you're worried about some stench?
Thug 1: A semi-nuke, a blown up building, a riot, a terrorist attack, and now this smell. Someone, kill me now.
Thug 2: Don't go sayin that now, some of those freaks might take ya serious...
Thug 1: Like Curve? That bastard sounds like theh kinda guy to do that.
Thug 2: The clown guy? I'm thinkin bout joining his gang, might help survive. But I dunno man, from what I've heard, he don't sound like the sanest guy out there. But wait... what the heck am I sayin? Can anybody still livin' in this craphole be called fully sane anymore?
Vigilantes and Superheroes
Crook 1: Why does this place attract all the freaks?
Crook 2: Tell me about it, I dun like none of em. I don't like Dark Vengeance, I don't like Vex wherever the freak he went, I hate em all.
Crook 3: I heard FlashFire was here a couple weeks ago.
Crook 2: That freak that runs fast? Screw that punk, this place is rotten enough without some colorful blurry moving bastard that we can't even see coming.
Crook 1: I'd take him over the rest of em any day... hes probably so fast, he could lock us up before we even blink. The rest of em? Nah, they gotta beat us down....
Crook 3: Ya gotta point, dude....
Crook 2: Not like leavin' this place would do us any good. We'd just get taken out by onna the other freaks, like Arquitenens, or FlashFire again, or that spider guy.
Crook 1: Arquitenens? She can take me out as many times as she likes...
Crook 3: You're thirsty dude.
Crook 2: An' ugly.
Crook 1: I know, shut up and don't judge.
I hate Liafadors....
Criminal 1: God I hate the Liafadors, I bet they're just a bunch of pretentious little pricks!
Criminal 2: Pretty passionate stance you've got there, Joey.
Criminal 3: I ain't too keen on em either, to be honest. Might not suck as much as Knightfalls do, but somethin about em... I just don't like em.
Criminal 1: I bet that kid Tassiana's gonna be a spoiled little brat.
Criminal 2: A fat one, you hear the rumors about all that ice cream?
Criminal 3: Heck yeah I heard those rumors. Stupid kid and stupid family, she'll get diabet--
???: Mind your tongues, you miserable rodents.
Criminal 1: What was that? Who the heck are you?
???: That is not of your concern, filth. Watch your tongues or I may be forced to separate them from your mouths.
Criminal 3: You threatening us? Screw you, thinkin you're defending some stupid spoiled brat? I'm gonna break your face.
Criminal 2: Deal me in, I'll help ya out...
???: Tut tut, I was not threatening you. I was simply informing you all of your possible futures should you continue to speak in such a manner. Alas, such is the folly of lowly curs such as yourselves. Bearing warped, rather slow thought processes...
Criminal 1: Quit talkin all fancy, you're dead you little
A sudden, bloodcurdling cry pierces the air, followed by the sickening spatter of blood across the ground, and a thud as a body fell.
Criminal 3: WHERE'D HE GET A SWORD?!
Criminal 2: He ain't normal, JUST RUN!
A booming like a dozen simultaneous cannons erupting sounds off, followed by several sickening stabs, and a number of muffled cries. Bodies dropping to the ground swiftly followed, and the peculiar sound of clattering metal against the concrete followed.
Footsteps trailed across the alleway as the attacker made his leave.
OOC - Just a random thing I typed up, pertaining to the crooks of Gothic City. Hope you guys enjoyed the read, and if you want more Gothic City thug conversations, just say so down below.
Also, who the heck ??? guy at the end is... yeah. That's just something I played around with, not something I'll be doing often (Assuming I do more of these).
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