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Post by iCaramelBird on Nov 16, 2016 20:00:47 GMT
STEAMWORKS Roleplay Thread
Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Game Master iCaramelBird
The year is 1924, the Great War has to led America paving the way industrially, harnessing the power of steam for guns, cars, and other technology. Seemingly everyone has a revolver at their side now. In the cold month of December and the city of Chicago is a denizen for crime, corruption, and much more. President Coolidge has been assassinated not even a month into his presidency, leaving Vice President Dawes to step up to the mantel.
All the meanwhile prohibition has backfired, the liqueur has become cheaper and criminals will abuse the system for everything it’s worth to obtain and sell alcohol, whatever the cost. The police, the citizens, the criminals, all of them are caught in this catastrophe of corruption and greed, some people try to uphold the law, others work on benefiting themselves, and some want to wreak havoc.
But what do you want to do?
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Steamworks is a steampunk RP where players can choose to be on the side of the gunslingers, civilians, and lawbreakers. Though each side has no defined morality, it will be easy to determine what kind of person fits where. In the year of 1924, crime is at an all time high and it’s up to the people to either fight back or let crime rampage through the city streets.
In this world the Great War ended in 1923, being prolonged and obviously having a damaging effect on most of the countries involved. Technology has since boomed with the use of steam to help power the cities, and this (as well as the general culture of war) has had a big impact on the weaponry that has since been used, leading to heavy use of revolvers, rifles, and more.
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1) The forum rules all apply and should be followed to the letter. 2) You must have an accepted character application before you can begin the RP experience. 3) Do not plagiarise any characters 4) Stick to the lore of the world and its technology 5) You cannot control or harm other PCs without the owner's permission. 6) No characters should be overpowered. 7) If a GM ever puts their foot down on an argument, that is the end of the discussion. (They shall only do so if they feel the debate is causing tensions.)
Enjoy!
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Post by Jaminx on Nov 16, 2016 20:28:35 GMT
Jax was not in a good mood.
The day had started rough as she had still been awake from the night before after tracking down a bail jumper. She had no idea what crime he had committed she honestly did not care a jot about his sob story. However, she had found out enough to track down his favourite contacts and place to hang out. It had taken a couple of days of coming back to the same washed out diner sitting at the back and guzzling down coffee as though it was the elixir of youth till closing time.
Today he had finally turned up a rat faced arsehole half her size. An easy catch except for his two buddies who were built like brick shithouses and stayed on either side of him. Still Jax was fed of waiting and approached the table with a cruel grin.
"Move along fella." One of the big guys grunted scowling at her.
"In a minute, just need to ask are you Benjamin Isaacs?" She leaned down to look at him her female growl a tad provocative.
"I am but I haven't got time for ugly broads like you." He sniffed, making the other two laugh as though Jax had been put in her place. At that moment she brought up her knuckle duster to clock out the big guy on the right. She leapt onto the table grabbing Isaacs with her free hand only to be thrown forcefully by the second guy through the window along with Isaacs who screamed right in her ear.
"Screw this." She growled as she forced herself upright even as ringing ears unbalanced her and drawing out her gun with both hands she shot the guy now coming at her with his own gun from inside the diner. The look of shock on his face was only matched by his scream of pain as the bullet tore a hole right through his shoulder making him drop his gun in panic. She had been aiming for his head but her aim was off as a cut from the glass dripped red into her vision.
"Don't even think about coming after us friend." She growled as she turned and scooped up Isaacs. The brick shithouse duo hadn't followedIsaacs whinging form to the police station but because of the broken window and the shooting she had to spend another hour bleeding in the police lobby explaining what went down to a condescending arsehole. It had been bad enough before with Isaacs threatening her in such a way that her headache from the landing had just got so much worse.
That was why she was in a bad mood as she strode into the bar, looking for solace in a group of drunks worse off than her. She was still covered in cuts, spilling little bits of glass, tired and the bloody pay cheque for all that damn effort had hardly covered her rent for the month. If someone said anything to aggravate her in the next few hours they were going to wake up the next day with teeth missing.
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Nov 16, 2016 21:52:38 GMT
The local Sheriffs office had three cells with two prisoners in them, one was a fairly large sized man pulling on the bars trying to loosen them and in the other cell was a Woman sat on the bed whistling a tune to pass the time.
Suddenly the front door off the office started to unlock and open, the woman stopped whistling and turned her attention to it, the sound of boots walking to the door could be heard as a Tall man's shadow castes on the window, the woman eyes narrowed and looked towards it as waited for them to open the door. as the shadow started to unlock the door the man cell started to bang on the bars and shout "Let me out Sheriff, Ive done nothing wrong!", the shadow unlocked the door and dropped the keys, the woman rolled her eyes at both the men "thats not the sheriff.." she muttered as the door started to open. With the door fully open a tall skinny looking man stood up picking up the keys to the door, it was the deputy a young inexperienced deputy but a sign of authority none the less, the man in the cell started to walk back to the bed "oh its just the new Deputy" he said as he slump on the bed the woman turned her head and smiled at the man "Hey boss, can i have my leg back?" she asked as the deputy pulled a puzzled look on his face, she started to move closer to the edge of the bed and and pulled herself up with the bars on the empty cell and started to hop slowly to the cell door "Its starting to get tiring with only one leg esa" she said as she leaned on the door with a grin.
The Deputy gulped "Im sorry Ms Belagosa, but your not aloud that item back" he said as brave as he could try to sound as intimidating as he could, "what happened to the walking stick you were given?" he asked trying to look in the cell but it was too dark to see with only slivers of light shining through, "Oh that old thing, yeah it kinda broke when I tried to use it" she said as she looked over to the side at the medical walking stick in perfect condition "maybe you could get me another one?" she asked looking back at him with smile, the Deputy thought for a moment "alright ill see what we have in the back" he said as he turned around, as soon as he turned around Betsi leaned down and picked up the walking stick and put it through the bars and pulled him back into the bars making a loud clang as he hit them sending the keys up in the air.
As they flew in the air she reached out and juts grabbed them by her finger tips "Ha ha!" she said as she pulled them in and started to open the cell door, once it was open the unconscious Deputy fell into the entrance of the cell, she started pulling the man into the cell "Oh you are a heavy Gringo, i thought you were going to be a light weight" she said as she pulled him further into the cell, once he was in she took off his gun and badge the man in the cell started to turn around and see what was happening "Hey, gimme the key come on" he said as he saw what was going on "No ingles camaradra" she said trying to confuse him "you speck ingles fine whore, now gimme that key" he said threateningly, she started to walk out the cell holding onto the walking stick "aw no camaradra, that cost you the key, but tell you what.." she stuck her fingers in her mouth and whistle loudly, shortly after a stray dog walked in the door "if you can get it from this perro before the Sheriff comes in, then you can try and kill me" she said as she winked at him and put the keys in the dogs mouth "Sentar!" she said and the dog sat down just far enough from the cell so the man would have to really stretch to get it "good boy" she continued as she walked out of the door to the cells
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Post by iCaramelBird on Nov 16, 2016 22:15:56 GMT
- JOHN NORTON -
John ripped out another piece of paper out of the typewriter, sighing as he felt his hand reach underneath his glasses, slowly clutching his nose as he took off the glasses completely. The world that confronted him was blurry and unfocused, people became colours and colours became unorganised blobs entrapped in motion. By the time he placed his glasses back on, looking down at the sharper keys of the typewriter, he was surprised to see a white mug place on his desk. Looking up at the skinny woman dressed in a jumper with pants suit, her ginger hair was long and she gave John a smile.
"I thought you might need this," the woman smiled as John drew the mug closer towards him, smiling back at her.
"Thanks Kate, but honestly I'm fine," assured John, Kate came to sit on the edge of his desk, fishing out the bundles of paper that had been torn and tossed into the small bin besides him.
"Roller's big bank now opening, big bank busting open, Gregor's giant gazebo of-" John quickly reached for the papers clutched in Kate's hands, watching as she smiled and held them further away, before eventually throwing them on the desk. "You realize there's more to a story than a headline, right?"
"Yep, I know," John sighed.
"And the bank is opening in an hour..." Kate continued as John nodded, a hand now massaging his temple. "Don't you think that maybe, as a reporter, you should try and come up with a story?" John glanced up at her, smiling.
"Since when were you my boss?"
"I'm your editor, same thing," Kate simply patted John on the shoulder, smirking as she walked away as John wrapped a hand around the warm mug, taking a sip as he watched the rooftop of the bank through the nearby window, the sounds of typewriters in the open office continued.
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Nov 18, 2016 22:34:25 GMT
Betis Belagosa Stepping into the empty office and closing the door behind her all she could hear from the cells is the man struggling to get the keys from the dogs mouth, she looked around and saw another door leading to the evidence locker, walking in she found her things lying on a table ready to be put in a locker, as she started to reach for them she quickly drew her hand back 'no cant be seen walking out wearing this' she thought, looking around she saw a bag and quickly threw her belongings in it and picked it up, walking back out into the main office she looked around 'now i need a disguise' she thought as she looked around the room, she grabbed the spare coat that the Sheriff used but hadn't been worn for quiet a while and the Deputy's hat off the coat rack and but them on quick, once they were on she lifted the choler so it concealed her face from the public, with out any other way out she grabbed her bag and headed out the door
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Post by Jaminx on Dec 10, 2016 16:05:23 GMT
Jax didn't drink. It was for a few reasons, firstly it was expensive especially for a woman living alone, secondly it left her at a disadvantage in a fight where most of her opponents were naturally stronger than her and lastly it was illegal. he could have given in on the last point but it was the icing to the cake of why she did not partake of the mothers ruin. Instead she was a rare person who enjoyed being sober among drunks.
Technically she could have tried to arrest everyone in there claiming a multitude of small rewards and bounties but though she was reckless she wasn't stupid. You don't go poking a wolf in the eye when you are surrounded by their whole pack.
"Hey Jim, can I have a glass of water and a pile of bandages." Jax placed down the correct change for her request as Jim approached her.
"Wow Jax you look like shit." He scowled taking the money and passing her one of the rare glasses of actual water in the bar supposedly now coffeehouse and pharmacy but still truly a bar.
"Tell me something I couldn't work out with half a brain." She didn't growl. Jim was reliable and had got her out of a nasty bar fight a couple of times so he could say what he wanted to.
"The new bank is opening later today and they haven't hired all their security staff yet." Jim shrugged before passing across crisp white linen and a cloth dipped in antiseptic that had not been asked for.
Jax gave a rare smile that was replaced by a grimace as she dabbed the antiseptic to the cut above her eye.
"Thanks, might be just what I need."
"Just change out of that mess first." He replied before moving on to someone else. Jax flipped him off before she worked at her wounds a little more using her glass of water to clean her blood off watching the water slowly change colour.
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