Post by lebeau on Jul 26, 2010 13:30:30 GMT -5
"Help! Somebody help me!"
A young girl in her s was running down the dark streets of New York, four armed men running after her. She turned down a back alley and ran all the way until she was stopped by a brick wall. oh no she mouthed, looking around and then turning towards the opening of the alley. The four men were now blocking her way, one with a switch-blade knife, the second a crowbar, the third a chain and the fourth a bat.
"You shouldn't have left us, girlie, now we're going to have to do worse then what we were planning."
The fourth one was the one that spoke, and the others just chuckled at their leader. They began walking towards the girl slowly, their weapons ready to do some damage. They closed in on her, ready to strike, when a sudden sound came from behind them. It sounded like...shuffling cards?
"Now why would four boys want to be pickin' on a young little thing like that, eh?" the Cajun accent greatly showing.
The four members turned to see a man in a trench coat and a wide brimmed hat, leaning back against the wall, one leg over the other. He wore brown pants and black shoes which seemed to catch the lamplight outside the alley. He stood there, holding the pack of cards over one hand, and shuffling them down into the other.
"Mind your own business pal, or we'll have to teach you a lesson first." the leader spoke again, the other three just grinning.
"Now, now gentlemen, there's no need for fightin'." the man said, pushing himself off the wall, the four men approaching him, "Let's just play a game of cards instead, eh?"
The four men continued walking towards the stranger, a half smile forming on the man's face. He shuffled through his cards until he pulled out four, placing the other in his deck and holding the four in a single line.
"Let's play a game a , shall we?" he held out the four cards, "Jacks are wild."
The four men took a few more steps and then stopped, their faces changing from a smile to a look of shock. The Jacks in the mans hand glowed and, before they could react, shot out at all for of them. A small flash and the sound of a "thud" as each card hit each group member, sending them flying down the alley and crashing into the ground near the girl. The girl sat there and watched his all happen, and when the men were down she stood up and shakily walked towards the man.
"Th-thank you...for saving my life." she said, the man tipping his hat with a smile.
"Not at all, cher, now you run on home before your folks get worried." He kept his eyes hidden, but he gave her a smile. She thanked him again, then took off down the road.
A young girl in her s was running down the dark streets of New York, four armed men running after her. She turned down a back alley and ran all the way until she was stopped by a brick wall. oh no she mouthed, looking around and then turning towards the opening of the alley. The four men were now blocking her way, one with a switch-blade knife, the second a crowbar, the third a chain and the fourth a bat.
"You shouldn't have left us, girlie, now we're going to have to do worse then what we were planning."
The fourth one was the one that spoke, and the others just chuckled at their leader. They began walking towards the girl slowly, their weapons ready to do some damage. They closed in on her, ready to strike, when a sudden sound came from behind them. It sounded like...shuffling cards?
"Now why would four boys want to be pickin' on a young little thing like that, eh?" the Cajun accent greatly showing.
The four members turned to see a man in a trench coat and a wide brimmed hat, leaning back against the wall, one leg over the other. He wore brown pants and black shoes which seemed to catch the lamplight outside the alley. He stood there, holding the pack of cards over one hand, and shuffling them down into the other.
"Mind your own business pal, or we'll have to teach you a lesson first." the leader spoke again, the other three just grinning.
"Now, now gentlemen, there's no need for fightin'." the man said, pushing himself off the wall, the four men approaching him, "Let's just play a game of cards instead, eh?"
The four men continued walking towards the stranger, a half smile forming on the man's face. He shuffled through his cards until he pulled out four, placing the other in his deck and holding the four in a single line.
"Let's play a game a , shall we?" he held out the four cards, "Jacks are wild."
The four men took a few more steps and then stopped, their faces changing from a smile to a look of shock. The Jacks in the mans hand glowed and, before they could react, shot out at all for of them. A small flash and the sound of a "thud" as each card hit each group member, sending them flying down the alley and crashing into the ground near the girl. The girl sat there and watched his all happen, and when the men were down she stood up and shakily walked towards the man.
"Th-thank you...for saving my life." she said, the man tipping his hat with a smile.
"Not at all, cher, now you run on home before your folks get worried." He kept his eyes hidden, but he gave her a smile. She thanked him again, then took off down the road.
