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Post by Vinny Falcone on Apr 18, 2011 17:19:04 GMT -5
You two RP here.
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Post by Izzy Inzane on Apr 24, 2011 12:23:50 GMT -5
Sirens wailed in the distance. People where standing on lawns, in the road, and anywhere that made it possible to see what was going on. Street lights provided a scarce bit of light to the scene, all that could be made out was a man, he's laying on the ground holding the right side of his rib cage, a liquid is pouring out of his head which can only be assumed as blood.
The sirens began to get closer and closer every second that passed. After only a brief moment the red and blue lights lit up the whole street and three cop cars pulled up, an ambulance and a firetruck. EMTs popped out of the ambulance and immediatly rushed over to the man with a stretcher by their side. The cops hesitantly exited their cars has if they where scared of something.
Struggling to lift the man onto the stretcher the two EMTs finally got him on it. The man turned out to be Izzy Inzane. His face was mauled like he had been put through a meat grinder. Both eyes where black, his nose had blood covering it, and his forehead was cracked straight down. The EMTs rushed him back to the ambulance and took off with sirens wailing.
Getting to the hospital seemed like hours in Izzy's mind was only a matter of minutes. His mind and vision was not clear at all. All he could make out was a couple of figures dressed in white towering over him, and the sensation that he was laying on a moving bed.
They immediatly ran him into the E.R., A group of doctors where already there waiting on him. He was passed on from one group of doctors to another. This group of doctors pulled him into a room, stuck some I.V's in him, bandaged him up and left the room.Izzy's vision and thoughts where still blurred.
After a brief few moments his vision started to come back to him, his thoughts where still unclear though.He began to look around and see that he was laying in a hospital bed with tubes running out of him and needles sticking in him. All of these objects took Izzy for a loop, because he had no idea what had happened.
All of this comotion has really drained Izzy and before he knows it he's laid out fast asleep on the hospital bed. By the time he's re-awakened there's people in the room with him. There's Whitey, Izzys' long time personal trainer that helped guide him down the right path, he is a older white gentlemen, grey hair that almost seemed solid white, alot of wrinkles spread across his face and every visible part of his body.
Roscoe, Izzys' childhood friend was setting in the room. Roscoe and Izzy went through everything together, When Izzy got in trouble as a kid Roscoe was right beside him, and vise-versa. Roscoe is a dark skinned man, half sleeve tattoos covered both his forearms, his face was nice and fresh shaved, and his hair was cut in a fade. The other one standing in the room are, Dante, Izzys' younger brother, four years seperated the two of them but you could hardly tell the difference, Dante had a huge winter jacket on, and fresh braided corn-rows.
As Izzy's eyes slowly opened all three of the men looked over at him. Izzy cracked a smile before he said, "What's up guys.", Roscoe stood up from the chair he was setting in and walked over to Izzy giving him a hug. Whitey proceeded to do the same, then followed by Dante. Dante didn't walk back to his spot, he simply seated himself right beside Izzy on the hospital bed, "Not shit, What bout you ?", All four of the men began to laugh a small bit.
"But seriously man, What's goin on...Why'em I in this joint." Izzy said with his gaze down at the I.Vs that are sticking into his hand. Roscoe,Whitey, and Dante all looked at one-another in perfect sync, then Roscoe leaned back in his chair, "You don't remember what happened ?", Izzy shook his head now shifting his gaze over to Roscoe. "Well man it's like this...." The door swung open before Roscoe could finish his sentence.
Into the room stepped a man, he has a white lab coat on, His beard was solid black as if he had polished it with shoe shine, his hair was slicked back and solid black as well, he had a clipboard in his left hand, and a name tag on the left side of his lab coat that said, Doctor Johnson. He walked over to Izzys bedside, Dante hopped off of the bed and walked back over to the spot he was standing in moments ago.
"Hello Isadore, I'm going to be your doctor for your stay here in the Detroit Medical Center. My name is Dr.Johnson." The doctor said extending his hand out got a hand shake, Izzy extended his weak arm and shook the doctors hand. "Well, now that we know each other let's get down to what's wrong with you. It seems that you have some head trama, Your nose is broken, some cracked ribs, broken collarbone,and your eye socket is torn. Seems like you had a rough night. But anyway I'ma let you rest for a while then once you're well rested I'll right you some medicine to kill the pain and I'll let you go on your merry way." The doctor said with a smile over his face as he walked out of the room.
"Prick." Roscoe said with a slight bit of anger in his voice. Izzy smiled and looked over at Roscoe, "Well finish tell'en me how I got in this bitch.", Roscoe looked over at Whitey, Whitey nodded his head and began to speak, "Well IZ, it ain't a pretty story. And none of us know exactly how it happened...all we know is what the neighbors told us."
"Well tell me what you know." Izzy said setting up in the bed. "It's like this, Everyone of your neighbors said that you was haveing a party, they said that it was goin good until a couple black SUVs rolled up and a ton of gangstas jumped out and went inside, Then they said that a fight spilled out into the front yard with the guys from the SUVs. And from what everyone told us you got your ass handed to you." Roscoe said. "Damn...Sounds like a little bit of a rough night." Izzy said raising his hand and scratching the top of his head.Roscoe looks at him with an astonished look over his face, "You sound like the fact that you got beat to the brink of death didn't even affect you.", Izzy rolled his legs off of the side of the bed and stood up, "Well not much I can do about it now.", Izzy grabbed the I.V pole that was attached to the needle in his hand and rolled it with him. Roscoe,Dante, and Whitey just shared the same astonished look across each one of their faces. Izzy didn't turn around to see what their expressions where, he just rolled the I.V poll into the bathroom with him and closed the door. A few moments pass and Izzy comes stumbling out of the bathroom with his I.V poll in hand. He stumbles over to the bed and flops down into it. Dante,Roscoe,and Whitey all have the same expression as if the time that Izzy had went to the restroom had never occured. Izzy doesn't look at any of them and simply lays his head back and closes his eyes.
-Hours Later.-
Izzy eys are almost crusted shut from the hours of sleep, he raises his hand and wipes aways the crust then he trys to munever out of bed. He manages to swing his legs off of the side but that's about it. He stops before even trying to stand because the beating that he has tooken has really takne a toll on his body.
His face grimaces as he simply lays back on the bed. He begins to look around and see that he's no longer in the hospital, he's home.His eys grow as large as a dinner plate. He thought that he was still in the hospital but now he knows why the pain has been multiplied. It's because he has no drugs courseing through his body to subdue the pain.
He eventually pulls himself out of bed dispite the pain and walks into the kitchen where his little brother Dante is, Dante is standing infront of the stove with the sound of grease popping filling the air, he has a frying pan in one of his hands, he's flipping pancakes, and cooking fryed chicken in another pan near by.
Izzy walks over to a pantry and opens it grabbing a bowl, he then walks over to the refrigartor opens it and grabs a little half-gallon of milk, then he shuts it and reaches on the top and pulls down a box of cereal labeled Fruit Loops.
Izzy pours some cereal in his bowl then follows it up with the milk, he sets the box and gallon jug down on the kitchen table where he is now setting and looks down at his cereal and back up toward Dante. "Hey, Throw me a spoon." Izzy says lifting his hand in the air, with sharp pain flying through his body.
Dante opens a droor that's beside him and reaches in grabbing a spoon and throwing it to Izzy. Izzy catches it and begins to eat his cereal, Dante throws all of the food he had been cooking down on a plate and walked over setting down at the table with Izzy and began to eat.
Izzy takes a spoon full of cereal and eats it then looking up at Dante, "What's good with ya ? You ain't spoke two words to my ass since I woke up.", Dante took a huge chunk out of his fryed chicken and looked up at Izzy, "IZ...We've got to get revenge."
Izzy cocked his head, "Why ? Revenge doesn't settle anything.", Dante took another huge bite out of his chicken leg, "But they really messed you up...and we can't let them just run around and attack you like that...that's like coming out and saying you're a weakling."
"First off, I'm no where close to being a weakling...and second, this isn't your battle to decide what happens it's mine...plus we don't even know who these pricks are." Izzy said standing up and walking over to the sink dumping the remainder of his cereal into the sink. Dante stood up and walked over to the sink next to Izzy, "We've got to get them back."
Izzy caught and angry look over his face, "I said to leave it alone...And I meen it.", Izzy walks ou of camera view, "And clean all that shit up." Izzy said with his voice coming in from another room. Dante has a look of disvelief come over him, "I can;t believe my brother doesn't want revenge for what those f**ks did to him...Well I don't care what he says I'm getting revenge for him." Dant says that as he walks off and the scene fades black.
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