Meanwhile, in a Abandoned Building in the most northern-section of Boomtown...
Thugs... they never change.. not once. They always result to an endless argument seems endless until someone pulls out a gun and takes the argument to their own hands. In this building, a large amount of thugs were arguing, dictating that certain stolen goods belong to them, while others said otherwise.
Thug 1: Hey, I'm the one that risked myself, and got shot at! I deserve the most recognition here!
Thug 2: Ooooh! Recognition! Big word for a idiot! We made the plan, we deserve the most!
They were arguing of stolen goods that they recently stole from another group of thugs. These goods included money, high-costing objects, drugs, and the most important, Explosives. However, while they were arguing, a man moved from the darkness, near the back of the building. This man was no ordinary man however. This man was dressed in what would be a Jester outfit from the Medieval ages. Half of the Comical outfit was colored in a darkish, but still noticeable and distinct purple color. The other side was a dried-blood red color. This man stood at 6 foot 5 inches, and was sneaking to the other end of the room, where boxes of explosives were held. This man was no other then the Laughing Jester, a Psychotic Mastermind that has cause a tremendous amount of Anarchic Destruction. He had become infamously famous for just that. He managed to break out of the Zig when a riot started from within, and managed to get to his hide out, and now was here. He planned to steal the explosives, and prepare for his next plan. This would have been successful, if it wasn't for his shoes. His shoes had a nice silver bell at the tip of it, very common with Jesters. As nice as he thought it was, it made alot of noise.. even when he stepped softly. He managed to sneak to the other side of the top section of the room, and it was in the middle where the thugs argued at the table parrallel to the 2 horizontal walls near them. He grabbed two boxes of explosives, holding each in one hand. And started sneaking back to the back exit.. but then was discovered.
Thug 3: Hey.. HEY! You hear that?!?
All the thugs from the table turned toward where the noise was coming from.. and there stood the Laughing Jester, standing there frozen with a nervous smile.
The Laughing Jester: Oh... uh.. heh, Hello friends!
He said this as if he was buddy buddy with the thugs.
Thug 2: What the heck is this? Who brought the clown here?!
The Laughing Jester: No no, I came myself, and don't worry! I will be leaving soon!
He gave a wide grin, attempting to walk away. Then they noticed he had the boxed explosives.
Thug 1: HEY! He has our explosives!
Many of the thugs began taking out their weapons, ranging from bats, to crowbars, to policemen and custom made pistols. Quickly, The Jester dropped both boxes and yanked out what was a detonator from one of his pockets.
Thug 3: Party's over clown! I'd bet he doesn't have a bomb on him!
The Laughing Jester: Whoa! Hold up! The Party is never over! And, BOOM!
The Laughing Jester then pressed the button on the detonator. All of a sudden, the horizontal walls that were parallel to the table where the Thugs argued were blown. Once those walls have blown down, a mass amount of thugs charged from the outside of both those walls. When they clashed, a massive fight began. Bones were cracking, Fists were smacking, and large baseball bats were slammed against faces. The Jester began laughing his distinct and intimidating hysterical laugh. He picked up the boxes and began walking away.. but then stopped. He asked himself, what was he doing? He looked toward the crowd where mayhem was happening, where people were fighting and causing his favorite thing.. chaos. He couldn't pass up this opportunity. He dropped the boxes again, and he charged himself into the fray. He rammed into one of the thugs with his right shoulder, knocking him into the floor, where he was being trampled by other thugs. He then turned his sights to another thug that was fighting. He poked the thug from the back, and right when the thug turned around, he jabbed at his face. Knocking the thug back a bit, he then grabbed the thug's arm, and yanked it toward the jester. The Thug flew back again, and the jester used the thug's movement to elbow him in the face. The thug ended up spinning around from the strike, and the Jester grabbed the thug's head with his hands. The thug began yelling No! Wait! but it was too late. The Jester snapped the thug's neck... but then when he fell, he noticed that he killed one of his own henchmen...
The Laughing Jester: Oh, curses! Ah well, I have to many of them! Hahah--
He was interrupted by a rude punch on the side of his face. He used the punch as momentum to deliver a crude swing at the side of the attacker's face. It was successful. The thug stumbled back, and the jester took this time to grab the thug, and throw him on the table. He then raised his body by grabbing the collar of his shirt by one hand, and slapping his left cheek with his right hand. After the slap, the Jester laughed his distinct laugh again, and then slammed the thug's forhead with both fists, breaking the table and sending the thug falling under it. The table's wood broke into many splinters that flew into many directions. After knocking out this thug, he realized it was the last one. He then looked toward the explosive boxes.. and realized it was gone.
The Laughing Jester: What! Where is it! Where is the booms?
Thug with a Party Hat: Oh, one of the thugs that ran away got it.. why?
The Laughing Jester looked at the thug that responded with a stern look. He then pulled out a high-tech laser sighted pistol and blew the thug's brains out.
The Laughing Jester: Because it is WHAT WE CAME FOR! Hohoho... I made a nice shot... anyways, Find him! Find the run-away thug and bring the bombs back! The one who is holding the boxes when he gets back gets a nice bonus.
He finished that sentence with a smile. He knew that his henchmen were going to kill eachother just so they can be the ones holding the box to get the bonus. But he didnt care. He likes chaos, and chaos likes him. He laughed when he thought of the chaos thing, and his laugh echoed through the building as a mass of thugs ran out to catch the doomed fleeing run-away.
((OOC: *Looks at the OPEN RP sign* I guess this means I can join right? My character is basically a Psychotic Villain Mastermind that has many 'supplies' to wreak destruction with, and by supplies I mean like Custom Made bombs, guns, material things, and a large amount of Thug-Followers. btw, I did this in a hurry, so I'm pretty sure I missed something, if something is wrong with the post, please let me know.))
