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UPDATE TWO

"What's our clock?" asked David speaking with a pure english accent. Captain Vince looked at Ehigie, he had to produce the answer.

"He gave one hour"
"now we have exactly twenty three minutes" replied Ehigie after taking a look at his watch and doing some quick math upstairs.

The Unit began brainstorming ways and tactics with which they would handle the situation. The discussion was about hitting a brick wall when an older officer had an idea.

"These oyinbo people who made this thing, don't they have a way to stop it?". He asked with so much confidence in his reasoning. His reply was an eruption of laughter.

"The only thing that's going to stop that elevator is the basement" said Detective Kunle, the men responded nodding their heads.

"The city is looking to avoid that. They are going to release the money" said Captain Vince. David couldn't help saying his thoughts. The elevator was stuck on a certain floor with the help of the brakes. They could just unload the passengers, only to hear that the bomber had wired the elevator doors to trigger the bomb. This was beginning to interest him. He looked at Kunle, his partner who must be itching to do something. He raised up his hand and volunteered them to examine the situation more closely.
Captain Vince was all smiles on hearing that. Things were almost becoming bleak and hopeless. A bomb scenario was like a no-go area to most of the officers on the force but fortunately the Dynamic Duo never disappointed him.

"Fine. You two check it out"

"How do we get there?" asked Kunle. Time was not in their favour.

"All the other elevators are in emergency mode. That is they move to the nearest floor and shut down" replied Bagwell.

"Looks like we're walking the stairs" said David. There was nothing like a little exercise before some action.

Their Combat boots thundered up a marble staircase with Kunle leading the race.

A power drill is muffled through the wall by David who lifts a three-by-three metal acess panel away. Then they crawl through it, coming into the other side and standing on top of the elevator. He decided to raise his voice and address the passengers while David searched for the bomb.

"Ladies and gentleman, this is the police". His voice seemed to attract different reactions: relief and confusion.

"There's been a malfunction. Just relax and we will get you out" added Kunle trying to calm things down. Kunle could feel David looking at him.

"Am I lying?" asked Kunle rhetorically.

"Confirm on the secondary device. C4, molded to the brakes" whispered David into his walkie talkie.

(so tired, will update more later)

So this thread is all about roleplaying. It's simple no rules. You might be asking

WHAT'S ROLEPLAYING

Simply put, Roleplaying is writing using an already made role. Let's say I want to do a roleplay of the game Asaasin's creed and this time Ezio turns against the creed after falling in love with one of his targets.

HOW IS THIS GOING TO BE DONE

Anybody can take part. It's just a free flowing story that you write from where somebody has stopped and another person continues then. It doesn't require any specific style of writing or length. BUT IT FOLLOWS A PROCEDURE.

1. THE VIDEO GAME

Firstly the house has to agree on something and it is best if we choose a game that is popular maybe Mortal Kombat (using it as example o!)

Then we go on to

CLAIM CANON CHARACTERS

Quickly characters are claimed. Lets say Jenimma(I always get dis name wrong) decides to chose Kitana. Divepen choses Shao Kahn. It's a case of first come first serve unless the owner intends to exchange or relinquish character.

CREATE

You can create own characters. Maybe I have a spoof where Liu kang and Kitana gives birth to a girl or Shao Kahn is haunted by an evil past in the form of a weakling son he abandoned to die. When you create a Character you have to set everything- Names, age, description, bio, extra info as in that order.

More info if things progress...

Which Nigerian Artist do you think would act these roles well? I think Van Vicker would be good as Steven. Nadia Buhari as Stella. Mercy Johnson as Sheila. Omotola Jakande as Dorothea. Mr Ibu as jeffery. I can't think of who will fit Sensei Marcus.

TAKES SEAT IN VIP SECTION - waiting tins o!

UPDATE ONE

In the Millenium tower, a highrise in uptown Abuja, framed tall against the surrounding buildings.
A security guard makes his way in the near darkness of the basement into an inner cellar. His flashlight spots a man in work clothes bent over a panel, his back to the light.

"Hey, This area's restricted" said the guard. The man doesn't look around.

"Yeah, I, uh, have to fix some bad wiring" replied the man.

"Nobody told me. I need to see a work order."

"Yeah... Just one second" replied the man before a hand is reached into his toolbox. He rises, turning and a knife is shoved through his ear. It is pulled back out with calm efficiency. The man turns wide eyed, hand to his ear. Mouth open in silent protest. Out of his hand drops the work order. He slumps over, dead.

Adam takes off the guard hat. Dripping knife aside, he is an ordinary-looking man. His face is calm, only his eyes betraying the sea of hate behind it.

He drags the body into a dark corner, grabbing a duffle bag from out of the shadows. Then checking his watch, he goes to the panel and begins making adjustments of his own. A sign is clearly written over the door of the panel. It reads: ELEVATORS.

Its the end of the day and people are waiting for the elevator. The doors open, it's already crowded inside. People groan, shuttle on. A young exec moos. A few people laugh.

The young exec's friend presses the lobby button, even though it's already lit as if trying to speed things up. The young exec nods.

"Thanks for pushing that, Bob. You never know, the light's on, but maybe it's really broken" he said sarcastically followed by his friend signaling him to shut up.

A sweaty man, 50s, overweight, presses tighter into the corner beside his secretary. Pats at his brow with a hankie.

The elevator began descending quickly. There was something wired to its cables, just above the elevator car--a slab of white putty, a black box, wires. A small red light flashes on the black box a split second before it exploded.

The cables whipped and snapped up the shaft like retreating snakes. Suddenly the elevator car blacked out.

"What the hell?"

"Did Nepa take light?"

Questions were beginning to fill the air. The elevator began to drop fast, all sort of yelling could be heard. Then its emergency breaks popped out, digging into rachets in the shaft walls. Sparks shot out as the elevator shuddered to a halt.

"Jeez, Bob. What button did you push?" asked the young exec to his confused friend.

***

A car comes screeching to a halt near the front of the building, a red and blue light flashing on top. The door is thrown open and Detective Kunle steps out from behind the wheel almost before the car has stopped. Kunle heads straight for the entrance as David, his older partner who gets out from the other side and follows, tossing Kunle an overused bulletproof jacket. Kunle puts it on without even taking his eyes off the entrance as they make way through police vans, fire trucks and various uniforms. They seem to be a team with Kunle taking the lead.

Two more officers jump down from the back of another van and fall in. Another team join them as they all enter the lobby.

Another pair burst in through another set of doors, finally eight. The officers all sync, walking with Kunle and David until the whole unit stands in front of Captain Vince, the DPO who's in his 40's and on the phone. Ehigie his technical assistant looks at blueprints with Bagwell, a middle-aged guy with BUILDING MAINTENANCE SUPERVISOR on his worksuit.

Vince hanged up on the phone, preparing to address the unit.

"What we have is fifteen people on the express elevator just below floor thirty. Included among them is Louis, chairman of 9jatech and part owner of this building. Bomb took out the cables. Bomber wants six million naira or he blows the emergency brakes."

***

So I've decided to write a story rightaway and guess what? it's a speed thriller. So I'm using Nokia 2330 while my android is in the shop so making mention won't be easy. But i would like to invite the whole of nairaland. Know that you are welcomed.

WAtsup bro

stuff46:
Wow bloddy update mehn yu are good

thanks man. This is a collab with AMENBABY

PROLOGUE

There was pain written over his face, he tried hard to swallow it. This tall muscular man sitting on a frail rocking chair could only hope for it to stop, it didn't. The needle kept zigzaging, tearing the skin raw and bloody as it applied ink. This was a ritual he had to bear, He had to take it as the latest member of the gang, it was one of the most torturing body art ever. A man wearing a loincloth and thrusting a spear into the belly of a dragon began to come alive on his chest region. Macho man's skin was beginning to shift uncomfortably with the needlework.
He couldn't help cursing under his breath as the Artist kept on working.

The Tattoo parlour was a parade of designer furniture, beautiful girls were seating on benches scattered around the place clutching towels around their big bums, some were smoking cigarettes with dark mist filing out of their mouth noses and all. There were a dozen other gangsters sitting on another bench, their shirts were all rolled up, flashing the tatoos on their torsos. Macho man quickly grabbed a bottle of gin and suckled on it like a baby.

"Watch it, old man!" he puffed out rather. recklessly, his target was old enough to father him. The Artist tapped the needle in a little harder, he regretted why he had allowed these goons in. He knew he would be treading on slippery ground if he tried to call the police or walk them out.

"What the fvck? You're doing it wrong" accused Macho man, the Artist was itching to speak his mind out, he shouldn't have done so.

"Maybe you are just a mannerless fool and should get out!" Before the Artist could move an inch, Macho man dipped his hand into a bulging pocket and jammed the cold nozzle of a gun under the old man's jaw.

The other gangsters were displeased with his action and were about to retrieve their weaponry when Macho man got the message.

"You're lucky. I can't kill you until you finish this thing" said Macho with an evil looking grin, the old man was shaken with fear when the door rattled open and a animalistic looking gangster entered carrying a kalashnikov rifle on one hand and an envelope on the other.

"Hey, new boss, this just came for you"

"What is it?"

"A letter"

"So open it, dumb a$$" The gangster opened the envelope, and hesitated at what he saw. Macho man was curious now, he took the envelope and poured the contents into his hand, he tasted it, it was black sand.

Immediately the Artist began to shiver, the tatoo needle leaving his hand and falling to the floor, "No..."

The room erupted in laughter as hands pointed to the old man, some couldn't help choking or rolling on the floor.

"So You know what this is?" asked Macho man mockingly, the Artist nodded slowly like a lizard with neck pain.

"Years ago, I watched a man open an envelope like that one" said the Artist, his eyes pooled with enigma as he recollected the memory of a close shave with death. The other occupants of the tatoo parlour began to cluster together with their ears well open, there was no way they were going to miss the stupid and obnoxious tale this old man was about to tell.

"There were many with him and they laughed like you laugh now. Then it came from the shadows and their laughter was drowned in blood. You cannot bargain with what is coming. Because it is not a human being. It is a demon sent straight from hell that will never stop until you are dead" said the Artist almost whispering. The parlour immediately became silent as a graveyard, Macho man was eager to hear more.

"What came out of the shadows?"

"I cannot say the word"

"What word?"

The Artist answered by removing his babariga shirt revealing the hauntingly beautiful tatoo of a masked being thrusting its blade into a lump of scar tissue at the center of his heart.

"That night, one of their blades struck here. I should have died, but for an accident of birth. My heart is here, on the other side" the Artist stamped his hand on the tatoo as macho man peered closer at the dark figure of the being.

"What the fvck is that?" asked Macho man directing the question at the gangster who fetched the envelope.

"Looks like a Hitman, boss" he replied trying to hide the snide that was forming on his face.

"A Hitman? Are you kiddimg me? That's the word you're afraid to say? Hitman?" Macho man started to laugh as a shadow flashed across the room. Suprisingly the rest of the gang didn't join him.

"You old fvck! You had me going! I was getting..." Sadly Macho man was interrupted when the top of a gangster's head disappeared, sliced off from his jaw up, leaving his tongue wagging in space.

The lights shattered around the room as blood spilled everywhere. Chaos ensued. The panicked screams of the fleeing entourage co-mingle in chorus with the gruesome death rattles of the gangsters as one by one, they are viscerated.

There's a rush of movement, more felt than seen. The whistle of swords been worked through the air...

I LOVE BRAY WYATT AND HATE JOHN CENA***

I LOVE REAL MADRID AND HATE BARCA***

I LOVE YAKUBU AND HATE MESSI***

I LOVE SHEKAU AND HATE GEJ***

Now you must be thinking is this guy crazy, no, is there anything wrong with being a bad guy, no. This thread contains an uploaded virus, you should receive a message requesting to flash ur phone nw.

Jst kidding. So I'm Shadowbean and nnt new. I've decided to write an Action/asaasin thriller which is fast becoming popular on NLL kudos to Asaasin creed by therock, AEWE and TCA by kayemjay and maybe HITMAN by yours truly. More Kudos to other senior writers

Royver
MaziOmenuko
Larrysun

etc

I should be writing more names but i'm doing the updates with a java phone that can't copy or paste. So everyone's invited.