Tramp

@crook: @antidoll: @valken:

Downtown 6:00 AM

"It's not over, and it's not gonna be that damn easy."

Ace sat in the gutter, trying to shove what was left of his windpipe back into his throat. Tramp squatted on the hood of the '35 Rolls Royce next to him, knife still out and dripping with Ace's blood. There was blood on his jacket, too, but it didn't show against the black leather. He smiles his trade mark smile, a long, thin smile, the sort of a smile a cat makes when it sees a broken-backed mouse trying to getaway.

"You're done, Ace," he says. "Not right away, and not right now. You get to last the night." Ace makes a noise deep in the wreck of his throat. It might have been "Go to hell." Tramp ignored his mumble, ignored the sound of sirens off in the distance. "Tomorrow night, I'm going to find you again, and I'm going to do the exact same thing to you. And I'm going to keep doing it every night until I get bored, or until the master tells me it's time... But try to leave the city, I'll find out and I'll kill you. Try to get help, I'll find out and I'll kill you... Your choice, now or later."

Ace spits blood and tries to stand. Idly, Tramp slaps him back down into the gutter, then stretches and slides down off the car's hood. "Tomorrow. Sundown. It's a date," He roars, and walks unhurried away from the approaching flashing lights.

The ally next to Figorellies Italian Restaurant 12:52

Wiping the spit off of his face Crook smiled. "So you know my name huh?" Crook punches the man in the stomachand stands up and pulls his gun out and aims it towards the man's head. "I'll ask again... whose f*cking club is it!?" Crook's voice echoed in the ally.

"Stick a knife in his gut, or dig into that wrecked knee with some cold steel, that will loosen his lips." Tramp says as he casually walks up behind Crook. He parked his own hog roadside behind his club-mates. "So, what of it a$$hole, you feel like squawking yet?" Tramp says as he pulls his knife, and crotches down beside the young trouble maker. "What did a cat swallow your tongue, did you forget how to speak, that's okay, I'll teach you how to speak with this knife!"

Tramp is smoking a cigar while he works on a new prototype... Something he started working on when he woke up, from a dream about it. Not completely sure what he is doing, his Tech-Haze has taken effect.

@Ferro Vida:

@Gambler: ( The man under the Mask.)

Always with that Golden Chalice. Old people and their habits. lol

" Tell Maya hi for me. "

@xGRINNERx: "There is a mime in China that says he knows you."

Tramp says as he flips a switch on the wall... That was designed to teleport and keep Thane out of the shop, if he is not behaving himself... Thats what he gets for traumatizing Tramps girl friend.

@xGRINNERx:

"Kind of..."she says as she pulls her hand away from the strange man.

Tramp looks like he could bite a bowling ball in half, so he does just before saying...

"WHATS THE WISE IDEA OF SQUEEZING MY LADIES HAND WITH A SHOCK BUZZER YOU BIRD BRAIN... I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO HAND HER A MILK-SHAKE!?"

@xGRINNERx:

"Did that clear the cobwebs from your wittle tender noggin?"

Tramp chuckles as he introduces Buddy to Thurday.

"This lovely young Nurse is Thursday... My lady. Thursday this is Buddy."

"Its nice to meet you... Mr Buddy."she holds her hand out for a shake.

@xGRINNERx: "HOWS THAT WORKIN OUT FOR YA, PAL!!?"

Tramps neck is pulsing with vain bulging action, as his KungFu grip hand with Thumb of DOOM combo squeezes at Buddies neck.

@xGRINNERx:

Tramp looks at Buddy, with a smirk on his face.

"I think you made the wrong turn at Albuquerque... You should have made a left turn."

The next day

@xGRINNERx:

Tramp can here Buddy yelling his name, as he is helping Thursay practice her CPR training.

"What do you want now?"its a love hate love hate, hate love... You get the idea.