The scope started to focus. Into the view appeared an older man wearing a suit. He was surrounded by thugs so Gabriel knew this had to be the mark.
A professional killer, Gabriel had killed a lot of people since he got into the business. This was Mexico, so contract killings were normal. Of course, the new government had become a little tougher on organized crime and was doing what it could to stop the senseless murders that plagued the countryside.
Gabriel watched the man through the scope. No one would ever suspect him. They would know who hired the killer, but they would never know who the killer himself was. The man moved indoors, but Gabriel turned a dial on his scope and an infrared image appeared in place of the usual image. Gabriel knew which one was the mark, but he was now standing behind a thug. There was nothing else he could do, so Gabriel fired four shots. Two hit the henchman and the other two passed through his body and into the mark.
Shouts and screams could be heard in the distance, but Gabriel didn't stay long enough to hear what they said. He pulled his rifle apart and placed it back into his briefcase.
Walking back into the building, he slowly made his way down the stairs and joined the normal public. He continued out of the office building and hailed a taxi. He told the driver to take him to the government building.
Once there, he entered the building and headed to the lower levels of the building. Gabriel knocked on a nameless door.
"Come in," boomed a voice from the other side. Gabriel slowly turned to knob and entered.
"¿es tomado cuidado de?" (Is it taken care of?) the man asked.
"No se preocupe. Él no le incomodará otra vez." (Don't worry. He won't bother you again.)
"Bueno. Su dinero será depositado. usted debe salir de la ciudad. el policía local está cerca de mí. no pueden saber que le conozco." (Your money will be deposited. you should leave the town. the local police are close to me. they can't know that i know you.)
Gabriel nodded and turned to leave. Walking out of the government building, Gabriel hailed another taxi. This time, it was to the airport. Once there, he purchased a ticket to Mexico City and then a connecting flight Tampa, Florida.
He had heard that there was a need for some intercession that he may provide. "More money," he thought. "If they're right," he concluded.
Gabriel got on the plane and fell asleep thinking of all the people he is helping by doing his job.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Sample RP (From Richmond Valley HS RPG)
Ryan was on the plane and holding on to the hand rests. For all of his travels, he had still not gotten used to landings. He still preferred driving, but since he was coming from Europe, it was a little harder to drive to Seattle.
Once he disembarked from the plane, he made his way to baggage claim. Ryan saw his sister at the Baggage Claim area and hugged her.
“Dad would have like to have picked you up, but mom wasn’t feeling well today, so he stayed at the home.”
“I understand,” Ryan responded as he turned toward the baggage carousel to await his bags. Ryan knew that his mother hadn’t been well since the Alzheimer’s had gotten worse. She had been fine the last time that he saw her, about two months ago, but the news from his sister let him know that her time could be up soon.
“So,” his sister started as she stepped next to him. “Do you want to go see them, or do you just want me to take you back to the house so you can pick up your car?”
Ryan was more interested in his luggage than whatever his sister was saying and just nodded in agreement. She could tell that he wasn’t listening. “Fine,” she said. “I’ll just go get the car.” Again, he nodded.
After a few minutes, Ryan’s luggage appeared on the carousel and he grabbed it quickly. It was not that there were any valuable items in the bag, it was just that because of all the traveling he had done, Ryan had become somewhat paranoid of what could happen to people’s bags during flight, and that did not even take into consideration loss of luggage.
Once with his bags, Ryan semi remembered that his sister had gone to get her car, so he made his way outside the terminal. He waved at his sister as she approached. She slammed on the brakes quick and opened the door from the driver’s seat, popping the trunk at the same time.
“Get in,” she said. “Mom’s close. We have to get to the home.”
Ryan suddenly became a child again and his blue eyes began to tear. But before he could sit down and cry, the man in him pulled the child back inside and forced him to put his bags in the trunk and got into the car.
The trip to the Nursing Home seemed to take forever, even with Ryan’s sister speeding, fast enough for a police officer to stop her. However, once she explained, the officer let them go.
They arrived and found their father in their mother’s room, holding her hand. Ryan’s siblings and their families were gathered around, holding hands. A priest was already in the room and was quietly praying. Mark went to his mother and took her hand. He kissed it gently and then stepped back with the rest of his family. A few minutes later, his mother passed away.
Once he disembarked from the plane, he made his way to baggage claim. Ryan saw his sister at the Baggage Claim area and hugged her.
“Dad would have like to have picked you up, but mom wasn’t feeling well today, so he stayed at the home.”
“I understand,” Ryan responded as he turned toward the baggage carousel to await his bags. Ryan knew that his mother hadn’t been well since the Alzheimer’s had gotten worse. She had been fine the last time that he saw her, about two months ago, but the news from his sister let him know that her time could be up soon.
“So,” his sister started as she stepped next to him. “Do you want to go see them, or do you just want me to take you back to the house so you can pick up your car?”
Ryan was more interested in his luggage than whatever his sister was saying and just nodded in agreement. She could tell that he wasn’t listening. “Fine,” she said. “I’ll just go get the car.” Again, he nodded.
After a few minutes, Ryan’s luggage appeared on the carousel and he grabbed it quickly. It was not that there were any valuable items in the bag, it was just that because of all the traveling he had done, Ryan had become somewhat paranoid of what could happen to people’s bags during flight, and that did not even take into consideration loss of luggage.
Once with his bags, Ryan semi remembered that his sister had gone to get her car, so he made his way outside the terminal. He waved at his sister as she approached. She slammed on the brakes quick and opened the door from the driver’s seat, popping the trunk at the same time.
“Get in,” she said. “Mom’s close. We have to get to the home.”
Ryan suddenly became a child again and his blue eyes began to tear. But before he could sit down and cry, the man in him pulled the child back inside and forced him to put his bags in the trunk and got into the car.
The trip to the Nursing Home seemed to take forever, even with Ryan’s sister speeding, fast enough for a police officer to stop her. However, once she explained, the officer let them go.
They arrived and found their father in their mother’s room, holding her hand. Ryan’s siblings and their families were gathered around, holding hands. A priest was already in the room and was quietly praying. Mark went to his mother and took her hand. He kissed it gently and then stepped back with the rest of his family. A few minutes later, his mother passed away.
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