silver tongue | nemo + tate
Apr 18, 2020 4:35:57 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Apr 18, 2020 4:35:57 GMT -5
n e m o .
"I got my silver tongue
I've got nothing on you
And all the things you do
Yeah, I've got nothing on you"
It was rough, the brickwork against his back and Nemo laughed a little, bending near in half with his scraped palms using his knees for support. That hadn't gone so well for him, which he'd sort of expected but had still been optimistic. It had been weeks since his first run-in with this particular gang and maybe he'd been hoping that they'd forgotten him a little, but it seemed that they were still pretty pissed off.
People these days just really didn't take kindly to a good old flash grenade through the front window but what was he supposed to have done? Knocked? Yeah, Hi there, If you pay me five hundred dollars I won't throw this grenade through your window, deal? would have gone so well. That only ever worked if he looked like a credible threat and the best way to do that was started with some fear tactics, such as but not limited to, a harmless little flash grenade through a front window.
Yeah, there was a method to the madness, albeit roundabout and probably a little bit messy. Still, with enough harassment and once they realized they couldn't just swat him like the pest he was, this gang would bend to his will as all the others had. They just needed a little coaxing.
Nemo leaned back, tipping his head briefly against the brick before stiffening, the sound of approaching footsteps, maybe a couple of them, moving too fast to be casual walkers. Of course, people would be out looking for him after a stunt like that, he'd been betting on it. He'd kind of just hoped he'd have had a couple more minutes to catch his breath.
"Fuck huh," he huffed under his breath before pushing off the wall to break into a run down the alley he'd slipped into. It was a long one that ran parallel to the main street in this part of town and had many connecting streets to it. Nemo had full confidence he'd get away fine. Or he did until a gang member stepped out of a side alley right into his path.
He skid to a halt, turning quickly to go back the way he'd come, only to see the source of the steps that he'd heard before coming up hot on his heels. With no other options on the ground, he looked up quickly, this alley riddled with fire escapes. All he needed was one good jump, something that wouldn't be easy to do with his proximity to it and the enemies that were closing in on him from both sides.
So then maybe his only option was to try and get past the guy on his own. Nemo knew how to put up a little bit of a fight but if those other two caught up with him, there was no way he could take on three at once, he'd have to work quickly. "Here we go," he whispered, sprinting at the lone figure at full speed. He didn't have a plan yet but he'd work on that.