The Kill RP

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by -Fletch-, Dec 25, 2011.

  1. -smiles-
    "Nope. I'm willing to fight you. "

    Mutters ," After three years of training with the FBI, how could I not?"
     
  2. *steps out of the shadows, knife raised.* hello, hello. Don't worry. None of you will die... I changed my mind about the killing spree.
     
  3. "Oh good Secret Service VS. The FBI this will be fun!" I say smiling and grabbing my knife
     
  4. *raises knife*
     
  5. "Wait a minute. Secret Service?" I ask, puzzled.
     
  6. *Notices the man with the knife* Hmm, I'd put the knife down if I was you
     
  7. "Yeah." I say still on guard
     
  8. And by the look of your jumpsuit you're no regular psychopath, you're working for GLOBE, we've been tracking your organisation for years, it's nice to come face to face.
     
  9. -checks phone-

    "Crap. No reception." mutters
     
  10. "Y do u care about the Secret Service?"
     
  11. *Turns around* hmm... You seem like a heck of a fighter. But I'll take my chances.

    {analyzation mode: if he cuts at me, I sidestep, and break his arm. Then, a roundhouse kick to the jaw should put him out}

    (that's right. I'm going Sherlock Holmes on your ass... Well, at least, Sherlock Malpense)
     
  12. "Duh. Isn't it obvious?"


    "Come on! Come on!"

    "Um, mind if I borrow your phone?"
     
  13. "They took it...Almost got in contact with someone too..."
     
  14. (ummm... GLOVE, and you are quite close with that fact fletch. Except for its not the FBI who watch them.)
     
  15. "I hid my phone in my jacket. They didn't see it. C'mon!"

    -keeps pressing button on phone-
     
  16. (gtg Au revoir and good night)
     
  17. I'm fairly good, and I'm not here to fight

    -Counter analysation: If he attacks grab his stabbing arm in a clamp and headbutt him, then raise a palm into his chin-


    (Otto, I'm not FBI, I'm British secret service and we watch everyone)
     
  18. (bye... I'll have to go soon as well... Not now, but soon)
     
  19. (Otto, before you go lets finish this conflict)