Post by snap on Feb 1, 2012 0:33:05 GMT -5
When looking for a job it can be a difficult task when you have no history and your only concernable skills are stealth theft with a side serving of fists when needed. So this being the case of Snap he is left with few options the main being sleazy low life bars that serve as a cover for thieves, kidnappers and murders or anyone that does a job that requires no history of existence or a care to continue what existence they have.
The scene when entering these bars is always the same; You walk in and the floor almost always squeaks accompanied by the door slamming despite all your efforts. Almost like a secret system to alert the local roaches living there. Instantly they can identify if your a man looking for work or offering the job so when you don't match their comfort zone you can expect to be greeted and shall we say escorted out whilst burning any chance at a job when money or information is needed.
The odor wafted from the door invading Snaps nostrils and sticking to the back of his throat. The door swung open silently which almost gave the guarantee to slam shut shut when closing. Dust hung in the as Snap stepped in onto the waiting squeak of the floor. All heads turned to be greeted by Snaps cheesy grin.
"Hi! I'm Snap!" Snap turned and slammed the door shut ten times harder then the normal slamming door alarm
"It was going to happen anyways, just making sure getting what you paid for" Snap again flashed his cheesy waiting for the inevitable job interview as he looked at it. The patrons would attack any foreign object like a body attacks a virus that doesn't belong. Snaps job was be like the medicine, ultimately making the body do what it wants.
"Leave." The dry plain voice only struck snap as forgettable although when it comes at you followed by a large man wielding a combat knife it tends to stick a bit more. Snap maintained his cheesy grin waiting for burly man to get in his face.
"Leave now and don't return little man" His breath spewed alcohol and tooth decay
"I just wanted to play darts...Maybe make some Zeni" A second stink bomb of a man joined in this time wield a gun pointed at Snap. Any good warrior, spy, thief or someone who wants to live to fight another day should always know his environment. Identify what can help you. A bottle can be turned into a crude knife or a serving tray turned into a shield and even a dart board for fun.
"Hey now I'm just looking to work and play" When your about to be double teamed with weapons your going to want to make sure you disable your opponents, preferably the one with the meaner weapon first.
"This is your last-" Interrupting someone is usually considered rude but when they want you dead that rule goes out the window. Disabling a gun hand is as simple as bending the wrist back forcing the hand open. Similarly it can be done to a knife granted none of this matter when your shoot the knife out of the knife wielding man's hand while finding your seat at the bar before the stink bomb of a man yells out from having his wrist.
"I believe you owe me a drink!" When your gifted with a power level higher than a average human fights usually don't qualify as a fight.
"E-excuse me" The bartenders voice shook as he struggles to take in of what had just happened. Snap flashed the cheesy grin once more
"Well according to that sign!" Snap pointed to a worn old signed that appeared to be as old as the bar.
"Every bulls-eye comes with a free!" The bartender blinked looking at the dartboard observing the knife throw the center
"Well hey it's mine or my buddy with gun" The shaken bartender stood and stared.
"Right... Well anyone who needs a job done I'll be right here. I believe I just solved any questions about my skill." Snap sat back down and stared straight ahead without blinking waiting for someone brave enough to approach him.
The scene when entering these bars is always the same; You walk in and the floor almost always squeaks accompanied by the door slamming despite all your efforts. Almost like a secret system to alert the local roaches living there. Instantly they can identify if your a man looking for work or offering the job so when you don't match their comfort zone you can expect to be greeted and shall we say escorted out whilst burning any chance at a job when money or information is needed.
The odor wafted from the door invading Snaps nostrils and sticking to the back of his throat. The door swung open silently which almost gave the guarantee to slam shut shut when closing. Dust hung in the as Snap stepped in onto the waiting squeak of the floor. All heads turned to be greeted by Snaps cheesy grin.
"Hi! I'm Snap!" Snap turned and slammed the door shut ten times harder then the normal slamming door alarm
"It was going to happen anyways, just making sure getting what you paid for" Snap again flashed his cheesy waiting for the inevitable job interview as he looked at it. The patrons would attack any foreign object like a body attacks a virus that doesn't belong. Snaps job was be like the medicine, ultimately making the body do what it wants.
"Leave." The dry plain voice only struck snap as forgettable although when it comes at you followed by a large man wielding a combat knife it tends to stick a bit more. Snap maintained his cheesy grin waiting for burly man to get in his face.
"Leave now and don't return little man" His breath spewed alcohol and tooth decay
"I just wanted to play darts...Maybe make some Zeni" A second stink bomb of a man joined in this time wield a gun pointed at Snap. Any good warrior, spy, thief or someone who wants to live to fight another day should always know his environment. Identify what can help you. A bottle can be turned into a crude knife or a serving tray turned into a shield and even a dart board for fun.
"Hey now I'm just looking to work and play" When your about to be double teamed with weapons your going to want to make sure you disable your opponents, preferably the one with the meaner weapon first.
"This is your last-" Interrupting someone is usually considered rude but when they want you dead that rule goes out the window. Disabling a gun hand is as simple as bending the wrist back forcing the hand open. Similarly it can be done to a knife granted none of this matter when your shoot the knife out of the knife wielding man's hand while finding your seat at the bar before the stink bomb of a man yells out from having his wrist.
"I believe you owe me a drink!" When your gifted with a power level higher than a average human fights usually don't qualify as a fight.
"E-excuse me" The bartenders voice shook as he struggles to take in of what had just happened. Snap flashed the cheesy grin once more
"Well according to that sign!" Snap pointed to a worn old signed that appeared to be as old as the bar.
"Every bulls-eye comes with a free!" The bartender blinked looking at the dartboard observing the knife throw the center
"Well hey it's mine or my buddy with gun" The shaken bartender stood and stared.
"Right... Well anyone who needs a job done I'll be right here. I believe I just solved any questions about my skill." Snap sat back down and stared straight ahead without blinking waiting for someone brave enough to approach him.
