Topic
[A RP] The Gutter Runners
|
Edited by Rats on 10/05/11 13:23 (UTC)
“Well, like. When you actually think about it an’ all, like, it ain’t actually your fault, see?” The girl leaned nonchalantly back against the heavy stone wall, hands in pockets and a wry grin on her lips. A soggy rollup hung limply from the corner of her mouth and the smoke curled lazily upwards as she spoke.
“It’s like this, right? You need to eat, like, an’ scroungin’ around the back of the Pig ain’t healthy for you. You can hardly blame yourself if some rich bugger practically walks past wavin’ his money pouch at you. Don’t hardly count as thievin’ if you ask me. In fact, I’d suggest you was doin’ him a favour; teachin’ him to keep a better eye on his belongin’s.” The girl said insistently, pausing briefly to take a quick drag from her rollup. She glanced skywards a moment. Incessant rain thundered down over the city, churning up the mud in the streets and forming scummy puddles that shimmered under the watery onslaught. “An’ so what you was throwin’ stones at some knightly bugger on a horse? He was wearin’ armour, like! Ain’t your fault if all that shiny gold plate don’t hardly protect him against a little pebble. Pretty much askin’ to have somethin’ thrown at him! If you ask me its proper funny anyway,” She snickered for a moment before continuing. “An’ the Watch, like? Well, they're alright an’ stuff. Good biscuits too. They probably ain’t goin’ to do nothin’ worse than give you a smack round the back of the head an’ throw you in for an overnight special. An’ you know what that means, right? A roof an’ breakfast! The trick is to struggle just enough they think you don’t want to get throw in, like, but not enough to be resistin’ arrest, I reckon. S’bleedin’ dangerous outside, like. I knew this bugger once, called Bad News Harry, what used to go around demandin’ money off buggers like you. An’ of course, if you didn’t have none he’d break your fingers an’ take the payment in teeth instead. An’ then some bugger nastier came along an’ they found ol’ Harry in bits all over the Ol’ Town. I proper found a finger, like! It’s a pissin’ big pond an’ you look like a bleedin’ small fish. Same as me, like. How about you join up with us? Catch a few pidgeons an’ all an’ maybe we’ll all get rich. We’ll proper look out for each other an’ there won’t be no need for starvin’ or freezin’ your toes off in the winter, like, an’ maybe we’ll even get a patch what is just ours.” The girl grinned and brushed soaking wet hair from her eyes. “Might even be fun, like!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ At best a street gang, at worst a loose alliance of unfortunates, the Gutter Runners were formed as a pact between Rats and her immediate friends. Not able to stand up to the authorities and more powerful gangs individually, they agreed to watch each others backs in an effort to stay safe from harm. Together, the fledgling gang embarked on a campaign of pickpocketing and petty theft which inevitably caught the eye of the Watch and earned them a less than prestigious reputation as bloody nuisances. They soon began to attract older members, both men and woman who's knowledge of street fighting offered the group a level of protection it had so far lacked and so the Gutter Runners grew, finding an unlikely mix of allies along the way. Entertainment for the gang is found in many places. Political posturing between the more entitled of society frequently spills onto the streets and such disagreements often turn into the ideal hunting ground of the quick-fingered. Left to their own devices, the gang are more likely to engage in some convivial brawling to pass the time before wandering down the pub to spend whatever pilfered coin they've aquired. *** All shamelessly pasted from the Archives page (http://www.argentarchives.org/node/63277?) because I'm being lazy, although that link has lots of rats in it. It's a much nicer read. *** |
|
This has my full support. Loved the concept when you first came up with it, love it now. The city needs more things like this, I find it greatly helps with adding immersion to it, and a sort of grittier feel. Good stuff. :)
|
|
Thanks Nerikins!
I'm currently stuck in a snowdrift somewhere in Scotland, so I'll be offline for a couple of days. If you have any questions or comments please feel free to post them here and I'll do my best to answer them. Alternatively, poke Ellicia in game. |
|
Yay Rats!
|
|
One cannot be "stuck" in Scotland. One is simply blessed with continued habituation.
Bump. |
|
Bump!
|
|
Page seven? Unacceptable! Haul on th' main brace, make ready th' guns! An' run out th' sweeps!
We're blastin' this thread back ta' shore! BUMP! Incomparable guild, with an excellent leader! Keep it up, Rats. |
|
|
I'd also like to mention that the story you've written up there... is brilliant. Gives a real nice feel. I love it, I really do. If only I had more room for characters!
... [Low]: Yes, it's also a secret bump. |
|
*points and laughs at Rats' avatar*
|
|
Seriously.... This here.... You guys look cool, i feel you deserve a bump from another realm! |
|
T'only shiny thing these rats have!
No pun intended. |
|
Edited by Eruan on 10/05/11 18:14 (UTC)
Fishman? "Mer-man, Dad..Merman!" - Derek Zoolander Edit: Ps this guild looks great. |
