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05-06-2010, 07:01 AM
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“¿Cómo andas, Perro?” Johnathan Bishop greeted the dog that a cute seniorita was trying to water. “You look thirsty. Do you want an extra hand?”
Maria looked up at the young man who had walked up to her when she was trying to give ‘Berto a drink. She watched the dog for it’s reaction to the young man. ‘Berto wagged his tail and pointed his nose towards the young man. Johnathan stuck his hand in front of the dog’s nose and let it sniff him. He looked at the girl and asked. “You are a nice dog, what is your name?” Maria caught on to the play on words. She knew that she shouldn’t let herself get flattered by the gringo. Given what she had done earlier that day getting close to someone would get them seriously hurt. Still the young man was so cool and smooth with his delivery of the pickup lines that Maria felt that she should reply. “My name is Seniorita Murphy, senior?” “Bishop, Johnathan Bishop, Most people call me Johnny.” Johnny answered noticing her vividly emerald green eyes. It was obvious that her ancestry was part European mixed with Latin bloodlines into an incredibly attractive combination. She would have liked the young woman before him…He squashed the thoughts of her before they could form into painful memories. “Johnny, is it.” Maria replied. “lets talk in English. ‘Cause my English is much better than your Spanish.” “Sure thing.” Johnny said squatting down next to her and the dog. He cupped his palms and held them under the dog’s snout. Miss Murphy poured the water bottle she was holding into his palms and the dog used his hands as an improvised bowl. The dog’s rough tongue tickled his hands as it licked up and he ended up laughing. Miss Murphy smiled at him, the grin gave her the look of a mischievous imp. “Senior Bishop.” Maria asked. “You wouldn’t mind taking a girl out to get something to eat, would you?” “I’ve heard of a place around here that’s pretty good.” “Cool, lets go.” Maria started to get up and let out a yelp of pain. “Are you ok?” Johnny asks. “Yeah I just broke up with a boyfriend and it was really bad.” Maria answered. Soon she found herself walking arm and arm with the young man. It was an amazing feeling, just walking with him and not really worrying about if he was going to cause her any harm. They made small talk just to pass the time talking about such topics as Johnny’s hobby of going four wheeling on weekends. Johnny looked down at the small young woman walking with him. Her beautiful green eyes met his and he felt a connection with her. It was a warmth that he hadn’t felt in what seemed like centuries but it had only been a couple of years. A loud voice broke the moment with a catcall. “Hey Chica, why don’t you ditch that looser and come kick it with us!?!” a skinny brown haired teenager called out. Maria looked at Johnny and muttered. “Unfortunately I can’t just shoot the fucker.” “You wouldn’t…would you?” Johnny asked. “It’s really tempting.” Maria responded. “I just got rid of one asshole and I don’t need another.” “Hey Baby, I’m talking to you…” The punk called out. Johnny started leading Maria away. The fact that she was carrying a weapon was a worry. The veteranos, or border trash was a real worry as they were known for their high level of violence. The fact that Maria was really attractive was like a jar of honey in bear country. If they were lucky then they could get out without a fight. His luck ran low when a second teen stepped out in front of them. “Hold up the party’s just starting.” The teen said reaching for a knife. Johnny simply stepped up and punched the the knife wielder’s solar plexus. Maria has seen more than her share of fights over the years and immediatly put Johnny in the catigory of trained and experianced. the punch had been swift and smooth. As far as it's effectivnedd the veterano dropped like he had been hit with a sledgehammer. Maria kept up with Johnny as best as she could although his foot height over her let him walk a lot faster. Calmly she reached into her purse and gripped the .357 Magnum revolver hidden inside. Her other hand was on ‘Burto’s leash, the dog was on alert but would only attack when she gave the command. The gang members seemed to be more worried about their friend than chasing the pair. Soon they were in a better traveled area. “Are you ok?” they asked each other at once. “You first.” Johnny told Maria. “I’m fine, but I was worried about you when he pulled that knife.” Maria said with a calm tone. “I’ve had some training in that area.” Johnny said. “As for you can you use that pistol of yours?” “I’ve killed people.” Maria admitted. “it’s not something that I like to talk about but yeah, I can use it.” “The ability to kill is thankfully a rare thing.” Johnny told her. “Thankfully most of us have some regrets over it.” “You killed someone?” Maria asked. “Yeah, I killed a guy.” Johnny admitted. “I was staying with my half-sister and some homeboy who didn’t listen when she said ‘no’ broke in while we were out. When we came back he jumped me and to make a long story short I eviscerated him with a knife.” “The smell is one of the worse things that I know of.” Maria said remembering. “As I pulled the knife along his stomach everything sort of spilled out of him. When Madre found me she got me to a hospital as soon as she could. I think that’s why mi padre killed her, she cared more for me than she ever would him and he couldn’t take it.” “Lovely, just fucking lovely.” Johnny remarked. “Yeah, a perfect little childhood in hell.” 
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05-07-2010, 02:13 AM
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One of the big reasons he carries a SIG Sauer is the fact that they are Texas State issue handguns. While he doesn't carry them in .357 SIG like they do he does carry them because he grew up with them and they along with 1911 type pistols are what he is most familiar with.
While it is not a pistol per say he does aquire an O/U 12 gauge shotgun with the barrels shortened to just in front of the forgrip and the stock turned into a birdshead grip. While it's not that great a combat weapon, it does have it's uses as a vehicle gun. Currently i am writing out the next little segment and it's interesting how sometimes the bistandards make the scene.
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05-07-2010, 02:59 AM
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Besides the shotgun, what are Johnny's main long guns?
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05-07-2010, 03:51 AM
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I have an idea of characters, kindof a backstory, but no real way to pull it together. schools over tomorrow though, maybe ill have some time to pull it together. Never been a writer but i have some ideas.
My setting is an alternate timeline U.S. thats in a civil war. Last edited by k9870; 05-07-2010 at 04:06 AM.
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05-07-2010, 06:25 AM
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 There is many answers contained within.
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05-07-2010, 08:00 PM
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I have found your weapons list. I just want to know where he gets the weapons from. I'm now rewriting my entire mercinary story. I feel like my dialogue is too flat and the characters should use more regional weapons.
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05-26-2010, 09:08 PM
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As far as Maria goes...the various traficers on the US/mexican border litterally make millions of Dollars a year. Trust me if she survives longer than the cartel she's just left she will not have to worry much about money. Right now I am re-writing and expanding Johnny's first real fight scene. It should be pretty good as I've been acting out portions of the scene with a training partner. Hope to post it soon.
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05-31-2010, 05:55 AM
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Johnny watched Maria check her phone. On the screen was an image of the local region with a multitude of icons centered around the palomas area. There were dots traveling along the highway towards Juarez but it would take them a while to reach juarez.
"Keeping an eye on their cell phones?" Johnny asked. "How'd you know?" Maria replied. "Just guessing and it makes alot of sense." "Makes sense how?" "If you want to know where someone is at all times just keep an eye on their cell phones." Johnny states. "Unfortunatly it takes money, skill and is highly illegal." "And if it saves your life?" Maria asks. "What then?" "It really doesn't matter." Angelito watched the couple walk into the resteraunt. As far as couples went they looked good, neatly dressed, attractive and compaired to most of the people in Mexico financially well off. Their dog on the other hand was a whole different story. He had bet at the dogfights and had seen the scars that it produced. Whatever the dog had survived wasn't a dog and had left a deep jagged scar across it's muzzle. It was not the animal of rich tourists begging to be mugged. He looked back at the couple. He started with the guy and gave him a closer look, he noticed that the guy was wearing black boots and had a knife clipped to his left pocket. On the other hand the girl looked harmless until he caught her eyes. They were a seductive green and he got a flash of something behind them that was a deadly as a rattlesnake. She then gave him a nod. Angelito went back to eating his buritto. He had already jumped a tourist today and he didn't need the sort of trouble that the couple would give him. Somehow he just knew that they were bad luck. “You evil fucking bastard.” Maria told the man in front of her. He had just told Roger to take Johnny out behind the restaurant and shoot him. “Now Maria is that any way to talk to your father.” The man scolded her. Emond Murphy was a career mercenary terrorist. As a teenager he was transporting guns for an active cell of the PIRA. By the time he was eighteen he had graduated from a Libyan ran terrorist training camp. Afterwards he had a promising career as a bank robber. Unfortunately his crew messed up and he was sent to Mexico. There he was snapped up by the drug cartels as a valuable freelance operative. “You may be my biological father, but you are not my fucking parent.” Maria told him her anger bubbling close to the surface. “Well in any case you know way too much to go running around free to run that dirty mouth of yours.” Her father told her. “Let alone that beating that you gave Juan.” “You know that there was bad blood between us. It was personal business that I ended, I have no ill will between his father and myself.” “Still you did beat the hell out of his son.” Her father told her. “That has caused a lot of bad blood.” Maria raised her .357 magnum above the table, she had forced the hammer back with the edge of her left palm. The room froze at the sight of the revolver. “I’m not going back…period.” “I would listen to the lady if I was you.” Johnny said from the back door. Not only was he unharmed but he had Roger’s Colt Law Enforcement Carbine in his hands. He had taken Roger by surprise, knocked him out cold with an open handed strike and had shot the pair of men with Roger. Now he was walking into a second gunfight in under a minute. Cra-Boom! Cra-Crack! Cra-Boom! Maria joined Johnny in shooting the three bodyguard with her father. The reports of the Ruger .357 and the Colt Law Enforcement Carbine mixed as the reacting bodyguards fell in a crossfire. When the men fell Maria got up and walked over to them. She looked down at the bodies and noticed the neat pairs of holes made by the carbine. The bodyguards had been wearing body armor but it hadn’t been rated to stop a rifle at close range. She looked back at her father, he had removed his pistol with two fingers and set it on the table. She walked to the front of the restaurant and waited for Johnny. The burst from the carbine and her father’s screaming made her look back. Her father had tried to pull his backup pistol from an ankle holster. Johnny had shot her father in the leg , severing it below the knee. She looked up at Johnny. “You did what you had to do now lets get out of here.” She told him. While Johnny had shot her father it was to save his own life. As it was they needed to get out of town before the cops started looking for them. Johnny Field stripped the carbine and dropped it just inside the door. He would have killed Maria’s father if she hadn’t been in the room. The man was a sociopath and a murderous thug. The man was the same sort of person who had killed her.
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