1992 LA Riots: Sin City Sequel

1. Only Human OCs
2. No OP OCs
3. No Active-Military OCs

[Knox County Security Corps permit. Legal name: Jeremy Mansfield.]

*I quickly sneak from my Hotel room to the hotel garage to get in my car.*

Right before the man fired at his head, the man's head would be blown off. Jeremy would be picked up by someone.

???: "Idiot . . ."

Jeremy would black out

*I get the feeling I'm in something that feels like Stasis.*

He'd wake up in some sort of bedroom, someone would be sitting in the corner

*I look around myself.*

It was a bit dark, the person would get up and stand right next to Jeremy, he'd slap him across the face.

Rachel: "You're lucky I found you before you got sent to the skies."

*I just stare Rachel in her eyes, I am grateful, but I also feel uneasy from the feeling of Stasis.*

Rachel: "I patched you up, however, you'll be stuck here until the riots are over and the hospitals are functional."

*I have nothing better to do than to sleep, as I'm seriously tired from running around the Las Vegas Strip all morherf**king day.*

erm actually . . .

(Shut up, he ran around all day long, so give him a break.)

He can hear distant gunfire

*I try to start my car.*

It works

*I shift into reverse, and I begin driving down to the streets.*

Before he can get out of the underground garage, he sees the entrance has been closed with a chain link fence door

*I get out to check the fence gate for any locks.*

Its controlled remotely, either you ditch the car and take an exit on the ground floor of the hotel on foot or stay inside the garage. Also the sounds of rioters is louder

*I park my car and I take a lead pipe, and I wait for rioters to break the gate down.*

There are no rioters at the gate btw

*I keep waiting anyways.*

You hear helicopters from above

*I look up.*

A small fleet of 7 Black Hawk helicopters

*I try to flag them down for help.*

They don't notice you, they keep on flying down

*I quickly get to thinking, and I come up with the idea of lighting small torch to get their attention.*

They're already gone

*I keep the torch up, as the night sky covers everything on the surface in a dark blanket.*

it ain't night u idiot

*I still keep the torch on hand.*

As he heads southeast, he sees the immense chaos happening on the main street. Various cars and piles of trash are being set on fire, police officers and rioters are clashing. The CarMax to his left would be getting robbed of its cars and vandalized.

*I being sprinting down the road.*

You still see a lot of chaos

*I go down W Lone Mountain RD.*

You see a fire station that is under attack by rioters, police officers and firefighters would be defending the station.

*I have no weapons, so I head down N Rainbow BLVD.*

You see a semi-truck with a dry box van flipped over, nobody is near it, the dry van trailer door is open.

*I keep running over to W Red Coach Ave.*

NOOO, inspect the truck

*I don't inspect the truck as this is a riot, not a purge. I'm not going to have this looting bite me in the ass when I'm gonna apply for a new security position.*

He sprains his ankle and trips, scraping his leg and knee

*I get up and I begin limping back off the road to bandage my leg.*

It hurts a lot

*I bandage my leg and knee.*

It feels a bit better, but you can not run anymore

*I proceed to play The Wanderer by Dion as I walk down the road.*

He would hear someone sneaking up behind him

*I turn around.*

A man is running up to Jermey with a machete in his hand, he has hostile intent

*I try to shove the man down.*

The sound of a tank can be heard

*I look around.*

Rachel would come into the room.

Rachel: "I'll carry you, alright?"

*I just stare at Rachel in a way that says "Don't take advantage of this opportunity, okay?"*

Rachel: "I'm just carrying you to my truck."

*I just let Rachel pick me up, as I can't walk.*

She'd pick up Jermey and started to walk

*I make sure to face forward as she carries me.*

Rachel would look outside before walking to her Ford Ranger. She'd open the door and put him in the passenger seat.

*I instinctually buckle up.*

just walk bro

*I try to open the door outside.*

No luck, just walk it ain't that f**kin hard

*I try to find another unlocked door out.*

The main hotel entrance works

*I try to sneak around, going through alleyways and other secret paths.*

Whoa whoa whoa, don't go to f**kin fast, I have a lot of shit to say! Also to put a geological anchor in this RP, Jermey's hotel is the Sante Fe Hotel and Casino

Jeremy takes the way to the main entrance, it is pretty quiet inside. When he exits out, he sees burning cars in the parking lot.

*I quickly sprint to another nearby building.*

(I suggest opening google maps for this :3)

As you sprint, you see various rioters attacking each other. You cross the intersection nearby, jump a fence, and break into a house. You feel mildly exerted

*I immediately get out of the house otherwise I'll be committing a felony, which I can't have on my record if I ever want to find employment here.*

Who gonna know?

(His conscious.)

F**k his conscious, you can't run forever

Jemery would find himself very over-exerted with all the running he had done.

*l go and sit down off the road.*

Gunfire goes off in the distance, a helicopter can also be seen flying ahead nearby

*I keep waiting for my exertion to end.*

It takes a few minutes for him to regain his breath, a police car speeds past him

*I get back to running.*

He tries to fight back

You can legally kill him in the name of self defense now

*I try to shove the man down again, as I can't punch him, but I can cave his skull in with a stomp.*

pz move eh?

(Yes)

The man falls to the ground

*I stomp on the man's head.*

He dies

*I loot the Man's body for something.*

machete, M1911 with 2 mags

*I take the machete, the 1911, and both mags. I check the pistol for an active mag.*

Its plain desert, well, except for the city at their 6

*I point at the city.*

Rachel: "We'll just watch it all go down."

*I just watch the city burn, keeping my eyes on the Sante Fe Hotel and Casino.*

Military helicopters can be seen approaching the city from the East

*I don't stop watching the city, not once so I glance back at Rachel.*

Tanks can be seen

*I slowly go down from the window.*

Rachel: "It's alright."

*I can feel my heart drop a little.*

You now find yourself in an empty residential street

*I take a shot and I run down Enlightenment St.*

You now are out in the open, you can see the rioters fighting police officers in the streets

*I run through Rancho Dr to wherever it leads me.*

Going Northwest would take you the 95 highway, going Southeast would take you further in the residential/commerical area.

*I head into the Santa Fe Station Hotel and Casino.*

Bro . . . you were just there

Go southeast

*I try to go Southeast.*

(Check discord.)

where did you get a torch?

(He made it.)

o

*I keep moving.*

*I look around again.*

its gone silent

*I head down Black Bear RD.*

He finds himself in a neighborhood, he is exhausted, hungry, and thirsty, maybe one of these houses has friendly neighbors

*I begin checking every house via knocking. I also make sure to keep all weapons stowed away to make me not a threat, and I replace the weapons with a notebook to communicate.*

no, its that he wasn't near the strip you idiot

*I still ran all day.*

fair

*I slowly nod off asleep.*

. . .

*I begin dreaming.*

In the dream, Jeremy can see endless fleets of American aircraft flying up above

whoa...

*I keep looking up.*

The aircraft would start to fire at the ground, explosions would ripple around him

Oh holy-

*I try to cover myself with my arm.*

One of them lunge at you

*I quickly switch to my machete and I swing at the closet hostile.*

Kill, some of the fire fighters and police men use the sudden distraction to their advantage.

tear gas

*I make sure to stay clear of the gas.*

The rioters get caught in the gas

*I keep clear from the tear gas as I run down W Lone Mountain RD.*

It stops spreading

*I head down the left of W Lone Mountain RD.*

You are now over the I-15, you can see large packs of abandoned and burnt traffic on the highway

*I look down below the highway.*

First three houses: No answer

Fourth house, someone answers from behind the closed door.

??: "Who goes there?"

*I can't speak right now, so I write something down in my notebook, then I slide the paper under the door.*

???: " . . . alright come in."

The person would open the door, he'd see a woman with short black hair wearing a black jacket and jeans holding a Snubnose revolver. She'd be more a foot taller than him.

???: "Quickly."

*I quickly enter.*

The woman would close the door behind him.

???: "You armed?"

*I nod, showing the stowed weapons.*

???: "Do you know how to use those?"

*I shrug, as I literally missed just about every shot I've ever fired today.*

???: " . . . Alright, I'm Rachel, you?" She extends her hand.

*Writes my full legal name on a paper and shows Rachel it.*

loaded :3

*I check all three magazines.*

All loaded

*I pocket them all, and I head back to the fire department.*

The rioters are still attacking the fire department, they are also hostile

*I try my best to fire at the rioters, but my aim is absolute shit.*

You hit some of them, but they now have noticed you

*I take another opportunity to fire at them again, still with absolute shit aim.*

They start attacking you

*I take cover and I reload.*

Rachel: "Nice name, can you not speak?"

*I shake my head no.*

Rachel: "Alright."

She'd check the rounds in her revolver.

Rachel: "You hungry?"

*I nod. I'm Curious on what Rachel has.*

Rachel: "Follow me to the pantry."

As Rachel guided him to the kitchen, he'd see that there were some American flags propped up on the walls

*I follow Rachel, looking around the house in curiosity.*

From what he could see, it could be positively assumed that Rachel was patriotic. They'd reach her kitchen. She'd look inside.

Rachel: "Depending on how long these riots will take, I might have to dip into my disaster food stash. Do you like soup?"

*I do the kinda/kinda gesture with my hand.*

Rachel: "Alright." She'd grab a can of creamy chicken noodle soup, open it, pour it into a bowl, and start microwaveing it.

*I proceed to dance a bit for no reason than to dance.*

A humvee can be heard approaching the truck

*I get down.*

The humvee would stop and approach the truck.

Soldier: "What are you two doing here?"

Rachel: "We needed a place to be to be out of the way of the riots. Jeremy here needs medical assistance, he was shot with a shotgun."

*I slowly get back up.*

Soldier: "Alright, I'll make sure you guys get the help you need, just stay here, got it?"

Rachel: "Yes."

*I slowly fall asleep again.*

zzz

*I have the same dream again, but this time, the dream goes longer, and I die to a zombie this time, which holds me back awake.*

Jeremy would wake up in the back of a medical humvee

*I quickly look around.*

An Air Force medic would be operating on Jeremy, Rachel would be sitting next to Jeremy.

*I try to regain my breath from my nightmare. There's something about that man I don't like...*

damn

*I try to get up *

Medic: "Hold still."

*I get my bearings back.*

Medic: "You're very lucky that the woman right there saved your life."

*I just look around again.*

The humvee seems to be moving

*I just lie down.*

Rachel would get in the driver's seat and turn on the ignition.

*I begin getting somewhat anxious about my stuff in my car.*

Whats in his car?

(You'll see.)

Rachel: "We're going to a place a bit far from Vegas until the riots die down."

*I look out the window, watching the chaos.*

After what seemed like hours, they'd reach a fence, marking the northern edge of Vegas, she'd ram through it.

*I quickly get down because I thought we just rammed a military checkpoint.*

Rachel: "Don't worry, it's just a fence, nobody watches this area."

It actually is not a military checkpoint

*I slowly look up.*

Rachel: "From what I heard, they'd be here in an hour."

*I take a breath of relief, because I know that rescue will arrive.*

Rachel: "I might be able to take you to medical help."

*I nod in agreement and in trust.*

Rachel: "So just stay here, I'll prepare for us to get there."

*I decide to try to sleep again.*

zzzzz

*I dream of a man I saw back in Knox County, he was in a suit, with a briefcase. I would repeatedly see him throughout the dream as I ran around Louisville, before I saw him in my face right before I die in the dream to a shotgun blast.*

damn

*I wake up.*

When the soup was done cooking, she'd take it out of the microwave and pass the bowl to him

*I take a spoon and I sample the soup.*

Its good

*I eat the soup.*

Its fulfilling

*I keep eating the soup.*

Rachel would get him a cup of water

*I sip the water.*

Rachel: "Can I get you anything else?"

*I shake my head no, and I use sign language to say thanks.*

they're abandoned

*I move upwards.*

(no description?)

yeah, idk

*I look around.*

its clear and quiet

*I look for any signs on neutral people.*

nope

*I keep moving.*

There are a lot of burnt and crash cars

*I keep running down the road.*

Wait, you can't run, you have a sprained ankle

*I keep walking.*

he heard more gunfire

*I keep moving.*

He saw people vandalizing the cemetery

*I check my mags and my gun.*

Current magazine is empty, two other mags are full

*I count the vandals.*

Rachel: "Alright, let me know if you need anything."

*I give a thumbs up.*

Rachel: "I'll be upstairs if you need me." She'd go upstairs.

*I look outside, then I remember I need to get something from my car.*

. . .

*I quickly try to get to my car.*

whoa whoa whoa, slow down, can't do it in one message

*I begin running down most of the roads I went down from the hotel.*

As you reach the overpass above the I-15, a guy shoots you in the knee with a shotgun

*I go down, and I know I'm f**king dead.*

you hear gunfire

(bad placement.

what

(You missed the purple mark comment.)

bruh

eight

*I take a chance and I begin firing on the vandals, still with absolute shit aim.*

how are you a security officer with shit aim?

(He used nightsticks and batons in his time in Knox County.)

You miss, like a f**king idiot

*I duck down.*

You hear running footsteps

*I look around.*

The vandals fled

*I keep moving to the food trucks.*

He'd wake up, sweating

*My heart rate has spiked.*

Rachel: "You alright?" She'd be standing next to Jermey

*I take a few minutes to get my bearings back.*

Gunfire could be heard from outside

*I know I wasn't asleep for long.*

Rachel: "I got some news for ya."

*I look at Rachel.*

Rachel: "There have been supposedly over 10,000 deaths in the riots so far, so the United States Army is being mobilized to control the situation."

*I keep listening.*