Post by The Fearless Sausage Cook on Sept 12, 2012 3:52:22 GMT -6
Sort of. Frank had gotten here a day ago, had his apartment set up, at least he had the keys and the basic utilities running, electricity, water, but none of the stuff people seemed to rely on these days. No phone, no internet, no cable. Not yet anyways, though to be fair he wasn't exactly putting any of that on the high priorities list. As it stood his apartment was simply furnished, bedding on the bed with the bare basic essentials. Food was in the fridge, though he had gotten that when he first arrived. Now he was just trying to get the lay of the town before his job interview first thing in the morning.
It was late, though for him that was kind of the point. He had decided long ago that if you figured things out in the worst of conditions then the best of conditions things would come naturally. It had worked well for him so far, and kept him alive, so he saw no reason to forgo that logic. The neighborhood he had set up shop in wasn't exactly the greatest of neighborhoods, though at the same time it wasn't the projects either. It was becoming more and more evident that it was one of those neighborhoods that it wasn't essential to be in after dark, but it was a pretty good idea to do so, that was unless of course you knew how to handle yourself. Frank, was one of those people, though you wouldn't guess how well from his file. Sure he had been a marine, but he had been a cook for ten years. Sure he learned some stuff in basic and kept up with his marksmanship, but he was a cook.
As he made his way back to his apartment he noticed a group of young men beginning to follow him. While that kind of thing set off his radar, it wasn't something to get too fussed about yet. Could be coincidental, not likely but still, crazier things had happened right? Besides, it wasn't that late out yet. Not quite midnight yet, but getting close. So Frank did the reasonable thing and decided to figure out if they were following him or not. Picking a particularly reflective window to look in to "peruse".
As it turned out, he was right, good thing too because he wouldn't have wanted to lead them to his apartment. As he"looked" in the window he noticed them starting to surround him. Three of them. Simple, one man behind him, others to his sides. Frank saw them pulling out what appeared to be knives from their pockets. Still looking at what was in the window intently he'd wait for that command from the one behind him for Frank to hand over his wallet. Hands slowly raising in surrender as he turned around just as slow saying, "I don't want no trouble."
Hands raised to the level of the knife held towards him by who he could only assume to be the leader. The leader repeating his command for Frank's wallet, brandishing the knife more fully, pointing and waving it at Frank threateningly. But he held it just close enough for Frank to grab the man's wrists and pull him forward as Frank lowered his level to bump his shoulder against's the man's pushing forward as he twisted the knife against the man's wrist, out of his hand and into his own. Knife now held behind the man's back Frank would continue to push his way out so he wasn't surrounded as he pulled the knife back, stabbing the man in the back, and dragging it between two choice ribs, knowing he had hit the lung when blood was coughed up on his black zip up hoodie, grey shirt underneath.
As Frank dropped the man he turned to face the other two who were steeling themselves to charge him, still surprised at what happened. As the on to Frank's left came towards him slashing at him from Frank's left Frank would grab his wrist, stopping the slash as with his knife, still in a reverse grip would slash upwards at the armpit, stepping in, turning to his right, putting this goon in between him and the other as he turned the knife to stab it in between his ribs, twisting the knife slightly as he pulled it out, to make sure the job was finished. Shoving the man at the last standing goon, as he moved quickly towards the man, twisting the blade in his hand back to a normal grip. As the last man was dealing with the soon to be corpse. Quickly stepping forward with a slash to his right across the man's eyes, hearing that scream as his left hand wrapped around the back of the man's head pulling his body into Frank's knife, lodging it up and under the ribs, in his diaphragm. Hearing that forceful expelling of air Frank would push the man forward, leaving the knife in him and stepping over him.
Walking away as if nothing ever happened. Not having wanted to kill the men, but they attacked him, so he did what he had to. A slight frown given as he began to leave the scene. He didn't have a phone on him anyway...
It was late, though for him that was kind of the point. He had decided long ago that if you figured things out in the worst of conditions then the best of conditions things would come naturally. It had worked well for him so far, and kept him alive, so he saw no reason to forgo that logic. The neighborhood he had set up shop in wasn't exactly the greatest of neighborhoods, though at the same time it wasn't the projects either. It was becoming more and more evident that it was one of those neighborhoods that it wasn't essential to be in after dark, but it was a pretty good idea to do so, that was unless of course you knew how to handle yourself. Frank, was one of those people, though you wouldn't guess how well from his file. Sure he had been a marine, but he had been a cook for ten years. Sure he learned some stuff in basic and kept up with his marksmanship, but he was a cook.
As he made his way back to his apartment he noticed a group of young men beginning to follow him. While that kind of thing set off his radar, it wasn't something to get too fussed about yet. Could be coincidental, not likely but still, crazier things had happened right? Besides, it wasn't that late out yet. Not quite midnight yet, but getting close. So Frank did the reasonable thing and decided to figure out if they were following him or not. Picking a particularly reflective window to look in to "peruse".
As it turned out, he was right, good thing too because he wouldn't have wanted to lead them to his apartment. As he"looked" in the window he noticed them starting to surround him. Three of them. Simple, one man behind him, others to his sides. Frank saw them pulling out what appeared to be knives from their pockets. Still looking at what was in the window intently he'd wait for that command from the one behind him for Frank to hand over his wallet. Hands slowly raising in surrender as he turned around just as slow saying, "I don't want no trouble."
Hands raised to the level of the knife held towards him by who he could only assume to be the leader. The leader repeating his command for Frank's wallet, brandishing the knife more fully, pointing and waving it at Frank threateningly. But he held it just close enough for Frank to grab the man's wrists and pull him forward as Frank lowered his level to bump his shoulder against's the man's pushing forward as he twisted the knife against the man's wrist, out of his hand and into his own. Knife now held behind the man's back Frank would continue to push his way out so he wasn't surrounded as he pulled the knife back, stabbing the man in the back, and dragging it between two choice ribs, knowing he had hit the lung when blood was coughed up on his black zip up hoodie, grey shirt underneath.
As Frank dropped the man he turned to face the other two who were steeling themselves to charge him, still surprised at what happened. As the on to Frank's left came towards him slashing at him from Frank's left Frank would grab his wrist, stopping the slash as with his knife, still in a reverse grip would slash upwards at the armpit, stepping in, turning to his right, putting this goon in between him and the other as he turned the knife to stab it in between his ribs, twisting the knife slightly as he pulled it out, to make sure the job was finished. Shoving the man at the last standing goon, as he moved quickly towards the man, twisting the blade in his hand back to a normal grip. As the last man was dealing with the soon to be corpse. Quickly stepping forward with a slash to his right across the man's eyes, hearing that scream as his left hand wrapped around the back of the man's head pulling his body into Frank's knife, lodging it up and under the ribs, in his diaphragm. Hearing that forceful expelling of air Frank would push the man forward, leaving the knife in him and stepping over him.
Walking away as if nothing ever happened. Not having wanted to kill the men, but they attacked him, so he did what he had to. A slight frown given as he began to leave the scene. He didn't have a phone on him anyway...