James Parker
Member
Dead Presidents.
Location: Zeltros, private room of a gentlemen's club.
strapped in a chair was a rather powerful man, not in the sense of strength but title. He was the owner of a multi million credit republic business, and business was good for him. The mans eyes blurred and swayed as he saw a man he couldnt can't quite make him out but he could feel his presence in the air. Slowly he began to hear him speak, the business man can't make it out since his ears were ringing. The ringing goes away and his vision starts to clear slowly. The man has an orange jumpsuit on and is smiling menicingly at him. his fair pale skin shined in the light as he began to talk on, his words now starting to come in clear. "It's almost like drowning in air, suffocating on the words of those who think they are better than you. you know what I mean?" he sits in front of the CEO smiling twirling what looks to be a hatchet in his hands "It's like looking at everything under a microscope and seeing what things are up close bit by bit by bit by bit. You really grow to understand that people like me don't belong in your world, that im considered crazy because I think different then all of you." the man now frowned then grabbed the man by the cheeks squishing them together. "But im not crazy right? I'm just trying to make a living, I'm better than you and all of you know it." He let go of his prisoners cheeks getting up and startef to pace around you "Now let me ask you a question my friend. Why do people like us choose to live in a world built for you instead of building one for us?"
The man smiled once more but the business man only cowered to himself trying not to wet himself. "Look at me, look at me when I talk to you." Parker laughed and looked down at the man, he could only stare downward trying not to make eye contact. "I SAID LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!!" the crazed man screamed and wrapped his hand around his prisoners throat holding his hatchet up to his face. "Do you want me to cut you up like I did your friend?! And your pretty little dancers?! DO YOU?!" Parker dragged his hatchet across his face bleeding him slowing as he screamed as loud as he could. "I AM THE REAPER AND YOUR SOUL US MINE!!! NOW FRAKING LOOK AT MEEE!!! " Parkers prisoner had all but pissed himself before looking at Parker scream in his face, "Good, now give me the code to the vault. Write it here on this data pad." Regaining his composure Parker held a pad to the mans hand as he wrote down what the man needed on it. "Let me tell you something now, my new world doesn't need you." Parker laughed and pulled his Maser out the back of his pants shooting the man in his head. "Don't forget to tip your dancer."
Smiling Parker walked out onto the Zeltros strip. He had a Chain of casinos to rob and a bundle of CEOs to kill. Money and violence, his two favorite things in the galaxy. It was time to go to work.
Location: Zeltros, private room of a gentlemen's club.
strapped in a chair was a rather powerful man, not in the sense of strength but title. He was the owner of a multi million credit republic business, and business was good for him. The mans eyes blurred and swayed as he saw a man he couldnt can't quite make him out but he could feel his presence in the air. Slowly he began to hear him speak, the business man can't make it out since his ears were ringing. The ringing goes away and his vision starts to clear slowly. The man has an orange jumpsuit on and is smiling menicingly at him. his fair pale skin shined in the light as he began to talk on, his words now starting to come in clear. "It's almost like drowning in air, suffocating on the words of those who think they are better than you. you know what I mean?" he sits in front of the CEO smiling twirling what looks to be a hatchet in his hands "It's like looking at everything under a microscope and seeing what things are up close bit by bit by bit by bit. You really grow to understand that people like me don't belong in your world, that im considered crazy because I think different then all of you." the man now frowned then grabbed the man by the cheeks squishing them together. "But im not crazy right? I'm just trying to make a living, I'm better than you and all of you know it." He let go of his prisoners cheeks getting up and startef to pace around you "Now let me ask you a question my friend. Why do people like us choose to live in a world built for you instead of building one for us?"
The man smiled once more but the business man only cowered to himself trying not to wet himself. "Look at me, look at me when I talk to you." Parker laughed and looked down at the man, he could only stare downward trying not to make eye contact. "I SAID LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!!" the crazed man screamed and wrapped his hand around his prisoners throat holding his hatchet up to his face. "Do you want me to cut you up like I did your friend?! And your pretty little dancers?! DO YOU?!" Parker dragged his hatchet across his face bleeding him slowing as he screamed as loud as he could. "I AM THE REAPER AND YOUR SOUL US MINE!!! NOW FRAKING LOOK AT MEEE!!! " Parkers prisoner had all but pissed himself before looking at Parker scream in his face, "Good, now give me the code to the vault. Write it here on this data pad." Regaining his composure Parker held a pad to the mans hand as he wrote down what the man needed on it. "Let me tell you something now, my new world doesn't need you." Parker laughed and pulled his Maser out the back of his pants shooting the man in his head. "Don't forget to tip your dancer."
Smiling Parker walked out onto the Zeltros strip. He had a Chain of casinos to rob and a bundle of CEOs to kill. Money and violence, his two favorite things in the galaxy. It was time to go to work.