Justice for the Common Man

[snowdog]

STILL TAKING TEMPLATES! See the OOC thread for details...

Let's get on with it. >:3



It was a red sunset, one that anticipated anger. The metallic sheen of the city's geometric forms glinted with the orange light that heralded the onset of nightfall, standing like ghostly pillars upon the hazy landscape. The sun sank lower, lower, before disappearing behind the skyline, sending up a wash of almost bleeding darkness.

Jusen supposed this metallic sunset was nice in its own way. The collision of man-made and natural spectacle came together in this, the onset of nightfall; and it was at this point that humanity's intrusion upon the world appeared almost beautiful.

Though, he did not spend a long time musing upon matters of aesthetics, for there were more important matters to attend to. Zipping up his jacket, he continued to walk down the bustling street. People passed him, their collective chatter droning against his ears, cars raced past him, their engines roaring and lights blaring in the slowly collecting neon air. The lower the sun became, the brighter the neon signs started up, their colours flickering in the windows Jusen walked by.

It almost felt a relief to get out of the blaring light, and into the slightly darker sidestreet. It was dank, and didn't exactly feel safe, but it was the quickest way to Ceder's bar. Reaching a crossroad of sorts in the alleyways, he turned right, meeting the familiar painted sign, the single, small light at the door, and a few faces sat in the windows. He smirked slightly.

Pushing the door open, the little bell signalled his arrival. One or two looked up, but most continued on with what they were doing. Removing his jacket, Jusen settled himself upon a stool at the bar, recieving the attention of the barman - Ceder - very quickly.

"Good evening," he heard his low voice say, almost without any input from his brain. He lit a cigarette before continuing, managing not to spew smoke all over his old friend. "How has it been today?"

Ceder shrugged. If Jusen wasn't around, he tended to be the one who would hear of the targets.

"Nothing, really," he mused, rubbing his fingers in his light ginger hair. "One or two small-time jobs, but nothing big."

"Alright. Have you seen Gunjin at all?"

"Nope."

"Okay then," he said, breathing in the smoke once more. A few fingers met with his clean-shaven chin. "We might have a target. Not sure, I'm gonna ask some of the others once they get here."

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[Rikken Omnious]

Nikoli walked up the street having only just finished work. Most people gave him a wide berth walking down the street. It was obvious to most people why this was so. The man's hands were the size of dinner plates and he could easily squash a man's head inside his biceps.

He turned left and headed towards a pub that he had been told to go to had he wished to join the Rodojinko. A organisation that specifically dealt with the apprehention and conviction of criminals. He was going to join them. Hoping that his severe size might be somewhat of a benifit to them. He reached the enterance to the pub. carefully and cautiously he entered taking note of how many people were in the room. He had to bend down to get inside the pub. He walked over to the bar noticing an individual that looked as though he knew something. He sat down next to Jusen.

"Do you know anything about this orgainisation I've been hearing about? I'd like to meet the person in charge and sign up with them. Seeing as though I might be somewhat of a benifit to them." He asked cautiously, noting the fact that they were sort of a rare comoditity around here and scarcly heard of.

[Number XIV]

Soran's eyes narrowed as he stalked away from the bumbling police officer. The cop was still in a bit of a shock, and only seemed to regain his senses once the Middle Easterner had gotten back in his car, and started it up. "Uh... buh... ha-have a good day, sir," stuttered the cop. Soran's expression did not change as he leaned out the window to gaze at the man, but he nodded once, solemnly, and then set off. Stupid fool. He thought he could just pull him over, and bag him on a technicality. Racist idiotic fool. Soran may not have a practicing license, due to circumstances involving wrongful imprisonment, but he had studied plenty to take the BAR. He knew quite well the laws involved, and had scared the pig senseless with threats of lawsuits and various legal terminology. It had not been hard to do, stupid as the man was.

He might have taken more time with it, too, but tonight he had other business. He pulled up to the front of Ceder's bar, he parallel-parked his hybrid, and stepped out onto the sidewalk. The little bell chimed familarly as Soran pushed the door open, and stepped to the side, out of the doorway but not fully inside the building. He wanted to survey the scene first. Ceder was there, of course, and with a moment's eye contact, stepped toward the shelf to get Soran's drink. A few nondescript loiters were there, as well, and others insignificant in Soran's eyes. He settled his view on Jusen... the leader of their humble organization. It seemed he was being chatted up by some large, constantly angry-looking Eastern European hulk- either Slavic or Russian, likely the latter. Muscles did not impress Soran, but it was hard not to raise an eyebrow at the man, clad as he was in black and forest camo. Either the man was a frat boy with anger issues, or a serious, significant threat to keep an eye on, and Soran was not stupid, so he gave the man a wide berth.

He sat down several stools away from Jusen, and didn't glace at him, no eye contact. They didn't need eye contact, they weren't amateurs. Both of them were there, and both knew the other was as well. Ceder set a mug of black coffee down in front of him, and nodded with a smile. Soran closed his eyes as he took a deep drink from the coffee, all the complement Ceder could ask for.

He glanced at the large Russian with interest. Apparently, he was interested in the Rodojinko. While his approach was less than subtle... Soran chalked that up to a lack of subtlety, rather than malicious intent. Either way, it would be interesting to see how Jusen would react.

[gungonX]

Reaching into his faintly blood-stained pocket and reaching his cell, he made a quick and firm call to Junsen.

“Junsen, I’ll be late. I’ll be back by one. Bye.”

After the call he put the phone back into his pocket and walked into the gloomy depressing office, only to see a short stumpy individual standing among the shadows of his dull refuge. The man was nervous he had been awaiting the presence of Gunjin, but not in this manner, now it was personal.

“I want my mother’s money back now, how dare you take the only source of income for her and her family, you bastard!”

Gunjin slowly approached the man holding him by the collar. The man began to feel the tension and sweat drip from his chubby, squirmy face.

“If you don’t get the money by next week, don’t bother. Because you’ll be dead, you hear me!?” said Gunjin fiercely

“I swear, you don’t want the Rodojinko after you!”

“Ye-ye-yes Sir, please let me go…!”

Said the man turning pale in thought of these words.

“Fine you low life bastard, your nothing to me but a thief.” said Gunjin as he left the office.

Leaving down the dim corridor, he heard the sound of a gun shot; it was the sound of defeat, as if the problems of the family all went away.

“Take the easy way out? You low life, fine at least the money will now go in my mother’s settlement.”

Said Gunjin with a slight smirk pacing his way out into the deserted side street, hiding his fire arms under a huge trench coat.

He began heading back to Ceder's bar. Tempted at the thought of lighting up a smoke, he was quite under the strain that he had given up. But he was slowly tempted as the nicotine very much flowed through his blood.

“Damn it I’ve given up, but it feels so right!”

“Oh what am I bitching about? It’s just a smoke for Christ sake!”

“Plus, Junsen would be disappointed in me.”

With those words he threw the packet into the polluted gutter, sailing through the murky, bacteria infested water.

“Now to Ceder’s bar!”

Said Gunjin, gripping his fire-arms pacing through the shadowed side streets.

[FishBox]

Darron burst through the door in a good mood. Everything today just went so well! First he got a new car from a contest he didn't even enter, then he got a job offer at a local High School as the new Phys Ed teacher. He gave up teaching for a while to devote his time to Rodojinko, but he took the new job because he was running short on money.

Anyway, as he burst through the door of Ceders bar, the people occupying seats near the door could tell he was in a good mood. His mood was always infectious. A couple of people smiled without even knowing it.

Darron came up behind Jusen and slapped him on the shoulder in a playful way.

"How are we today, eh? <3"

Jusen forced a smile, talked to Darron about what's been happening then went back to talking to a buff european man.

Darron eyed the man. The first thing he noticed was the size of his fists. They seemed to be the size of Jusen's head. The next thing he noticed was his eyebrows. While Darron had the nickname 'Beauty Brows', this man looked angry, although the muscles around his eyes were making no effort to frown.
Darron hoped that this was a friend, and not a foe.

He looked behind the man and saw Soran sitting a couple of seats away.

Soran just gave him a nod, and Darron gave him a big smile in return. Soran seemed to just chuckle, then go back to drinking his coffee.

'What'll it be, Darron?'

'Scotch, thanks'

'One Scotch coming up'

Darron lent back on the bar, and just closed his eyes and thought for a bit. Darron had never ever had good luck in his life, but today just seemed to be one of those days where nothing goes to plan.

Which is good. Because his usual plan is fairly grim.

[snowdog]

^ OOC: You just powerplayed, FishBox, but it wasn't anything huge so I'll let it drop for now. n_n Great posts everyone. <3 Though, GungonX, remember, they're a secret organisation...


Judging from the footsteps behind, Jusen knew in an instant that whoever just walked in was not a member. Despite the large number of people in their group, he knew all of them very well - and knew that none of them were this big. Casting a look over his shoulder, he watched as a well-built, muscular man sat down at the stool next to him. Something seemed odd, he thought for a moment - after all, camouflage was hardly an inconspicuous type of clothing in this environment- but waited to see what the man had to say, sitting up in his stool.

"Do you know anything about this orgainisation I've been hearing about? I'd like to meet the person in charge and sign up with them. Seeing as though I might be somewhat of a benifit to them."

Jusen smirked, before settling his cigarette in the small ashtray in front of himself.

"If you don't mind my asking, where exactly did you hear about them?" he queried, watching him with a stony gaze. Though his general impression was fairly standoffish anyway, it had been amplified by his wariness of this stranger. He seemed promising, as he had taken the precaution of speaking lowly, and checking to see who was around, but he couldn't just come out and talk about the Rodojinko. For all they knew, this could be a cop - oddly, the feature that made him most suspicious was his dress, rather than his strangely angry appearance.

Ceder eyed them both as he poured out two drinks, settling them before the two men. He narrowed his gaze slightly at Jusen before leaving them be once more.

"Why would you want to join them, anyway?" he went on quite cryptically. Talking in hypotheticals was making him seem as though he knew something, but was not going to give up the information too easily. "I mean, I hear they're responsible for a lot of deaths. How could they justify that?" If this man responded in a suitable manner, he was in. If not, he'd have to leave - and strong as he was, Jusen doubted he could take a bar full of angered, powerful young men.

As he sat questioning the proposed newcomer - who Jusen was hoping would turn out fine - a number of the others showed themselves. Soran had settled himself a short distance away, and as a result, his ordered coffee was leaving a pleasant aroma in the otherwise dank air. Darron showed up too, in an excellent mood as it seemed, for he instantly came up and slapped Jusen upon the back. He smiled slightly, but gave no further acknowledgement given his situation. Once this was over he'd go find out this cause for such revelries.

Jusen watched the man, awaiting his eventual response. His phone was ringing in his pocket, but went to voicemail quite quickly. He'd reply once he was done here.

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[gungonX]

OOC: Gunjin was going to kill the man regardless for what he caused upon his family, it was only a threat to break the ice, he wouldn't reveal it, if there wasn't going to be death. <3

As Gunjin was walking into Ceder's bar, a gust of smoke escaped the bar. He instantly took notice of the surroundings, people and noticeable exits. He had also noticed his fellow brother in arms, Junsen being questioned by some pretentious fool.

“Does Nikoli really think Junsen will let him in just like that?”

“He must be on crack’.”

Said Gunjin with a modest smirk.

Gunjin sat two seats down from Junsen and Nikoli, taking notice of Nikoli's coat.

“Damn! I can’t see any fire arm so far, I hope you know what your doing Junsen.”

Gunjin saw six semi-built men, four with semi-automatic weapons, and two with melee objects.

“Why are they here, surely they can’t all know about us?”

Gunjin heard the vain discussion taking place from a group of men a few meters away, boasting how they had beaten up some poor old woman and stole her purse. He tried to calm himself down knowing full well the he could potentially unmask the Rodojinko, if one were to escape.

He gripped his two dual-barrel 9mm pistol’s from under his trench coat and waited for any conflict. To look inconspicuous, asked the bar man for his finest ale.

[FishBox]

^^OOC: Crap, I did too. >.<.
Sorry, didn't notice it at the time. Won't happen again. ^^
Edit: 300th post... woopee. [=

IC: Darron finished his scotch, and walked over to Gunjin to talk

'A bit late, eh? Anything of importance happen?'

Before Gunjin could answer, Darron got a message on his phone

'Shit, dad's liver is playing up, he's back in hospital. Tell Jusen I'm sorry, and I'll be back by about 6, k?'

Darron walked out of Ceder's, the little bell singing as the door closed, and hopped into his new Four-wheel drive.

"Shame dad's ill... Today was going so well. Well, hopefully it's nothing big"


About half-way to the hospital, traffic got intense, due to a crash further up the road.

"damn..."

He sent Gunjin a message:
"Traffic heavy, wont be back before 7"

Darron tried not to let these little annoying things ruin his day. Except something else happened that really dampened his spirits.
A gang saw the slow traffic as a chance to carjack some people.
The person in the car next to Darron was beaten up, then thrown out as they stole the car, and drove it into an alley.

Darron could see what was gonna happen. A group of carjackers, Darron's brand new car.... not too hard to do the math.

*SMASH*

Darron flinched as his windshield was smashed in. Glass flew everywhere, and a group of three carjackers wrestled him out of the car whilst another one stole the car.

He managed to break free from them and run away to a safe area.

He got out his phone again
"Wont be back tonight. Bastard carjackers stole my car."

[Number XIV]

Soran watched carefully as Darron entered, warily judging the one-eyed man's mood. Darron could be quite unpredictable- though he was generally quite the cheerful one, he was also resident lord of bad luck, and Soran wouldn't be too surprised to see that something had happened to anger him. He stared as the man neared Jusen, turning his body to watch. Darron grinned, and slapped Jusen on the shoulder companionably. "How are we today, eh? <3" he declared, and Soran inwardly sighed. He had never been good at reading a person's "aura", getting a vibe from people, so he was just glad to see that Darron was doing alright. He nodded at Darron, and Darron burst forth a big, toothy smile- such a bizarre contrast with the serious environment that he couldn't help but laugh for a moment.

Gunjin came in a moment later, gauging the situation in much the same way Soran had, and apparently none too happy with his conclusion. He began to mutter to himself as he sat down, and slid his hands into his trenchcoat. Soran knew what that meant- trouble. He lifted up his leg, and propped it up on his stool, allowing himself easy access to his pistol, should he need it. He took another drink from his coffee, and watched the big Russian carefully. Suddenly, a ringing broke the air of tension.

It was Darron's phone. "Shit, dad's liver is playing up, he's back in hospital. Tell Jusen I'm sorry, and I'll be back by about 6, kay?" said Darron, grabbing his coat. It was at times like this that Soran had to remind himself that Darron was the most white collar of the group- he had been an English teacher, for Allah's sake. The one-eyed man walked out of Ceder's quickly, heading for his car. Ceder sighed, and dumped out the man's wasted scotch, serving up Gunjin's choice of ale.

Nothing to do but sit and wait.

[Rikken Omnious]

"If you don't mind my asking, where exactly did you hear about them?"
Nikoli smiled, This was rare for him. Really. Usually the only time he smiled was when he had finished beating on a pickpocket or thief, If they were stupid enough to try and rob him. He relaxed his arm and it seemed like he decreased in height. "I heard about them from several of the thugs that tried to rob me. Apparently they made a name for themselves amoungst the citizens but more specifically the criminals. Going around attacking criminals for the want of a better city. What they are doing is pretty great, it's been a while since normal people have been able to walk the streets in safety. I myself have seen somewhat of an improvement in the current state of affiars but still see the police doing nothing to stop the crime." He was talking blatently out loud and in his heavy Russian accent. Because of the man's sheer size. It would be hard for someone smaller than him to take him down in a scuffle.

"Why would you want to join them, anyway?"
Nikoli was beginning to understand the questions that were being asked, this was some sort of test. "Well I would make the obvious statement of my sheer size being a benifit, Being somewhat of a dock security officer. I could help with supplies and such."

"I mean, I hear they're responsible for a lot of deaths. How could they justify that?"
"What's your point.. who cares. They're attacking criminals.. it's not like they are attacking defenceless civilians, and besides if the police don't do anything.. who will?"

[snowdog]

A slow nod fell from Jusen soon after the final words left the man's lips. This was all he needed to hear. He seemed as though he would be difficult on occasion, but overall, Jusen liked him. He seemed ideal for their little cause, despite his aggressive appearance.

"Okay," Jusen said, "you're in." He offered a hand, and a smile. "Jusen Enkeli. I don't like to use the word leader but I started all of this. What's your name?"

A few rules needed to be set.

"We can go through some stuff now," he suggested, before relaxing his posture. He saw no point in keeping the man in a formal situation for too long. "It's very important that you don't kill anyone without us knowing about it. Believe it or not, we have procedures. You think there's someone we should target? Come tell us. Don't just knock them off yourself."

Though aware he had other things to attend to, letting this man know the ropes was the priority at this moment. Jusen would deal with everything in time - nothing was forgotten.

"Second, don't act too conspicuous," he said, lifting the cigarette to his mouth. "It's hard with a build like yours, but keep yourself blending in. After all, I found you suspicious when you wandered in - others may think so too. Nothing personal, or anything, it's just we intend to remain... invisible, shall we say?"

"That leads me to the next point," Jusen had been warm up until this point, smiling, and acting in an open manner, but his countenance hardened slightly at this moment, his voice raising in severity. " Under no circumstances should you mention we're a group. Don't ever say it unless you're here. Our activities are secret, and that's the way they should stay. There'll be plenty of underground crime rings that want to know who are getting rid of their men, and I doubt that they'd keep schtum if they knew we were the ones doing it."

He tried to remember anything he may have forgotten.

"I think that's it for now," he mused, rubbing his fingers in his hair, "but you should get to see some of the activity soon. Perhaps tonight if you stick around." A beam appeared upon his face. "Get to know some of the others, they're great guys so they're likely to get to know you soon enough. And just let me know if you need anything. I'll see what I can do."

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[Rikken Omnious]

"Okay," Jusen said, "you're in." He offered a hand, and a smile. "Jusen Enkeli. I don't like to use the word leader but I started all of this. What's your name?"

Nikoli moved a hand forward. Covering Jusen's hand as he shook it. "Nikoli. Nikoli Volga, But most people call me The Russian." he said in a heavy Russian accent. As Jusen informed him of the rules of the group he nodded to each rule to say that he understood them. As Jusen said the last few lines of what one would consider a pre-rehearsed speech. Nikoli stood up from his chair, "I'll stick around, Meanwhile it might be a good idea if you talked to the others before I join you.. as Im sure they will have some input to make. I'll be sitting over at that table if you need me." he lifted a large arm and pointed to the table near the door. Before walking over and sitting down quietly at the table. He actually looked quite peaceful at the moment.

[Redemption]

((uh, nevermind))

"Well, that was quite interesting." a low, deep voice filling the ears of the men in the room.

Evan casually strolled into the main area of the bar, entering through the back room. He slid off his thin, silver framed sun glasses and tucked them into the front pocket of his black, suede trench coat. The back entrance led straight into an ally where a special garage was built to keep cars like Evan's from view of the public eye. Not many people from around the are drive Audi S5s, and for those who did, were more than likely to provoke some kind of aggressive behavior. So Evan rented out the garage in back from a nice, older couple for a generous amount.

He walked, if that's what you would like to call it, along the bar counter, approaching Jusen with hands tucked into his pants pockets. Evan had an unusual way of walking, more dance like than anything. More gracious than most humans. Of course, years and years of biological enhancements can do that. He took a seat next to the older man, ordering a glass of red wine.

"This new recruit is quite a character, it seems." Evan said, viewing the large Russian man from his peripheral vision. "Looks about as strong as a bear, but just as clumsy, don't you think?" Ceder brought over the glass of wine and Evan thanked him then taking a small sip out of the glass. "I have a few new files I'd like you to take a look at. Nothing too major, but it'd be excellent for a sort of 'assesment'." He retrieved a vanilla folder from within the confines of his trench coat, placing it onto the bar counter. "Oh, and my parents asked me to tell you "hello" as well as ask when the next time you would be over for dinner."

A slight grin grew on his face, revealing his pearl white teeth. "You haven't been over to debate politics with the old man in a while." He took another slip of his wine the swishing the remaining liquid in the glass. Jusen and Evan had become quite good friends, as well as everyone else, since he had joined the Rodojinko. And because of his resources and great judgment, he was a huge asset to the organization.

[gungonX]

Seeing the end result of the discussion between Junsen and Nikoli, he came to the conclusion that it was swift and civilized. He now could let his guard down slightly and enjoy his ale.

“Ah, Ceder you hate to disappoint don’t you, you old bastard.”

Said Gunjin savoring the taste of Ceder’s ale. Gunjin had noticed a few of the alcohol induced locals had left for the night. This also made Gunjin happy, as he could now put his high powered pistols on the bar table without caution of others.

As he was taking notice of a few of the other members of the Rodojinko, he had noticed that Evan had come in from the back, looking ravishingly well presented as usual. His walk was always unique; nevertheless it attracted quite the attention.

”Evening Evan.”

Said Gunjin in few words, as he’s never had the chance to get to know him. Evan seemed somewhat busy though, and passed a file onto the bar. Gunjin listened into the conversation, as to his surprise he wasn’t included.

[snowdog]

With that, Nikoli stood up, and left for a small table towards the other side of the room, leaving Jusen to ponder over his decision. It seemed to be the right one, but paranoia was showing its ugly head, asking Jusen questions he felt that he could not adequately answer. Perhaps he was just worried because the decision had been made so quickly. Time would tell, he thought, as he listened to the voicemail message. It was Gunjin, saying he'd be late.

"Well, that was quite interesting."

A familiar voice, followed by the sound of a unique walk followed. Evan approached in his characteristic manner, before settling himself down and ordering some red wine. It appeared Gunjin had arrived, earlier than he'd said, and was doing the same.

"This new recruit is quite a character, it seems. Looks about as strong as a bear, but just as clumsy, don't you think?"

Jusen nodded, releasing a few wisps of smoke before stubbing the cigarette out in the ashtray. He had come to like Evan during his time here, both had become good friends, and trusted eachother immensely. There was only one man he trusted more, and that was Gunjin.

"It's not his clumsiness I'm worried about," he muttered lowly, taking a quick glance of him, "but I guess I'm just being paranoid. We'll give him some time, hopefully everyone will warm to him." The man was taking this opportunity to see if his decision had been a good one. "He's a good man when you talk to him. I mean, the guy looks like he'd crush your head up and think nothing of it, but he has a good head on those huge shoulders."

"I have a few new files I'd like you to take a look at. Nothing too major, but it'd be excellent for a sort of 'assesment'."

The man watched with keen interest as a folder was removed from his trench coat before being placed before them. He did not want to intrude by looking in it himself, so remained quite still, awaiting Evan's explanation of what it contained. A quick scan around the room was taken in the meantime, before he looked to Ceder, politely ordering a glass of water.

"Oh, and my parents asked me to tell you "hello" as well as ask when the next time you would be over for dinner."

Jusen smiled to himself. He looked up as Ceder brought the glass, a smile upon his face, before leaving some money on the counter.

"Tell them I said 'hello' back," he replied, "and that I hope they're doing well. Oh, and tell them I'll be over whenever they like. I wouldn't miss it, and besides, homecooked food sure beats those awful ready-meals."

”Evening Evan.”

Hearing Gunjin's voice from a short distance away, Jusen turned, giving the man a smile.

"Good evening," he called over. "So you're back? Gunjin, I need to talk to you sometime later." His voice lowered slightly. "I need a few of you to talk to about a target sometime soon, too. Maybe you, Soran, Darron, Evan here, and the new guy over there, Nikoli. Just gimme a minute here."

Jusen then looked back to Evan somewhat apologetically, knowing he had interrupted. A swift apology was in order.

"Sorry about that," the man smiled, "I hadn't been able to get hold of that guy all night. I dunno where he's been. So you were saying abou these assessments?"

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