Aggressive Negotiations ( Open )

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A Rave had been arranged to celebrate the success of the gang's migration to New York, and Willow was to thank for it. There was a slight complication, no one had registered to use the warehouse, but the place was so run-down they didn't expect anyone else would want to use this torn up building. But what you expect isn't always true. Little did they know there was an 'Underground Concert' set up the same night they were planning to have the Rave.

Willow wanders around the warehouse with a bounce in each step. If the way Willow acted, and spoke didn't give away he was born and raised in Compton, California the way he dressed would have made it obvious. From head to toe he was adorned in blue clothing. A blue beanie, blue shirt, and extremely baggy jeans. Willow's gang was his entire life, and he advertised it in everything he does. Even if it's in the clothes he wares.

Willow tosses his hands up in the sky and shouts, "This party is going to be outrageous!"

The obviously very excited Willow Black began dancing alone in the middle of the warehouse while a couple dozen of gang members worked very hard to get the area ready for the night. Lights, stereos, the spin-table, and especially the drugs were vital for this Rave to be a success. And Willow would do absolutely anything to make this night perfect. He didn't want anything, or anybody to stand in his way of having a great night.

The sound of tires screeching against the pavement and heart-throbbing Heavy Metal could be heard just outside of the warehouse. 

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Christian and the rest of his band, Creation, came pouring out of an average sized white van. Christian, the Drummer, and the Pianist went to unload the equipment while the Guitarist went to confront the man standing outside the warehouse. Christian looked over his shoulder keeping an eye on their Guitarist, Samuel. He couldn't make much out of the conversation, due to the blaring music coming out of their van, but what he could piece together didn't sound like good news for either parties.

Christian slipped his hands into his tight leather pants as he made his way over to the two men; trying to get a better idea of what's happening. Under the blaring music he could hear Samuel and the stranger bickering over who get's the warehouse. Christian butts into the conversation, "What are you talking about? We booked this place for tonight."

Peering over his shoulder at the band he beckons for them. Obviously trying to get some backup if anything unexpected happens. The rest of the band came towards him almost immediately.

Without waiting for a response Samuel stormed into the warehouse and began tearing down lights and ripping out wires from the electrical outlets.

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Sitting on the stage, sipping whiskey from his flask like a maniac while he converses with a multitude of rather large thugs, Chance notices the crew of long-haired individuals causing a ruckus. He taps the shoulder of one of them, and points towards the van as it pulls up. The sound of the van's loud music thundering throughout the near-empty warehouse attracts the attention of everyone setting up. The sounds of confused people echoed, "Who is that?".

Chance hops off of the stage with his buddies, and strides over to the van slowly.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"



Chance walks to the one band member, supposedly the guitarist, and delivers a devastating punch right into his face. "Take you and your long-haired garage band back to the 80's!"


The music pumping as he speaks. He stands in the small crowd of people, and awaits a contender. His cracks his neck and takes one last sip of his whiskey. "You afraid of your nails breakin'? Or your tight leather pants ripping?", he laughs. "You are all a joke...".

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Christian takes a step back as Samuel falls to the ground. He brushes back his long, luscious hair and rolls up the sleeves on his unbuttoned flanal shirt. Christian isn't a fighter. Everybody who has ever spoken to Christian knows that. He doesn't dress like one though. Unbuttoned shirt, showing off his chest, leather pants, long hair. Everything about him screamed bad news, but Christian hasn't thrown a punch at anyone in his life and that was all about to change. 

Christian steps forwards and in the first time in forever, without the morale boost from an audience he becomes his stage persona Dizzy. The wild, untamed beast. He notices the two 'thugs' clothing and knows instantly they listen to Hip-Hop music. He thrusts his fist into the air and yells, "Long live Rock and Roll!"

He runs into the warehouse and starts ripping down lights, and destroying equipment while his band mates try the best to hold off Chance and Willow. After ripping down a few expensive stage lights he finds himself in a sticky situation. He was being confronted by a larger man who has clearly seen more action than him based on the scars on his face. Christian raises his fists and prepares himself for the craziest night of his life.

Christian swings heavily at the man's side and to his surprise it lands. His fist pounding against he man's muscular exterior. So caught up in the moment Christian doesn't realize the man's gigantic head is being slammed against his own and falls flat on his behind. He scours around the immediate area for makeshift weapons and grabs a shard of glass from one of the stage lights. He hops on to his feet and drives it into the man's thigh before leaping off the stage and dashing towards his friends who are also caught up in the heat of battle. He moves in closer to Samuel, and decides to take on Chance with his friend. Fist raised, sleeves rolled, and motivated by the blaring music still coming from their van.

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Chance grasps the glass cup with the remnants of whiskey still gathered at the bottom. He looks between the two men, and sports a sly smile.

He takes three quick steps forward, and smashes the whiskey glass on the head of Christian. Shattered glass and a bit of whiskey fly in all areas and fall to the floor. In the corner of his eyes, he sees Samuel attempt to get back onto his feet, and help his friend. Chance laughs, "I suggest you posers leave this little warehouse.".

Chance kicks the glass on the floor into the face of Samuel as he raises his head off of the ground. He takes two steps back, and salutes the two metal-heads before turning around, and walking to sit back on the stage.

Two large men clad in all black, from their hats stand up from the stage, remove their long golden chains, and walk over to the two rockers, cracking their knuckles as they walk. One turns his hat backwards and looks to Christian, "Why don't ya'll just leave, we already scrapped you, and that junky van is the next thing to be scrapped if ya'll don't split."


Chances shakes his head and laughs as he watches the scene from the stage.

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Christian stumbles backwards and falls on to his butt shortly after Chance smashed the glass into his face. He lightly presses the palms of his hands against his face to check for any blood. His eyes remained untouched by the hazardous shards of glass, luckily nothing else was scratched up too badly. Using the sleeves of his flanal shirt he wipes off the blood smeared across his face.

Just as Christian pulled together the strength required to push himself up he saw Samuel fall unconscious just a few feet in front of him. Seeing Samuel fall limp was terrifying to Christian; it was almost surreal. Seeing someone so alive and ready one moment, then fall to the ground as if he was a corpse. And suddenly time slowed, everything seemed darker and grey.

Looking around the warehouse all he could see is chaos. Punches, kicks and equipment being thrown left and right. This was no way to settle an argument like this but Samuel as always rushes to conclusions. And once the first punch had been thrown there was no point in trying to end it. They always tell you as a child to finish what you've started, and with that thought in his mind Christian pushes himself back on to his feet.

He looks over his shoulders and cringes as he sees the thugs destroying their band equipment; this was absolutely unacceptable. Christian holds his fists in front of his face and shuffles towards Chance. Using a punch to the side of Chance's head as a distraction, he raises his right leg and slams his foot against Chance's groin. Hopefully stunning him for a short moment.

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Chance pulls a large pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket while he sits on the stage, giggling to himself. He didn't even notice Christian shuffling towards him. He lit his cigarette with a beat-up looking red lighter, and before he could take the first drag, he felt an excruciating pain in his groin.

Chance slowly looked downwards, to see that he had indeed, been kicking directly in the crotch...The two large men turn around and a collective of "Oooooooooh"'s could be heard. One of the men made a disgusted face and turned to Christian, "Why you gotta hit a man in his man parts, dude? That's the worst...".

His eyes widen, and his cig drops from his mouth. He felt like a 400 pound man had just jumped on him, he was completely out of breath. Chance falls backwards, grasps his crotch with two hands, and begins to roll around on the stage. He knew how ridiculous he must look, but the pain was controlling him. As he rolled around, he thought to himself how he was going to get back at the punk who just stomped his groin out, but to avail. Finally regaining his breath, as he huffs and puffs, he manages to get a few words out, "What the...hell was...that...?!"


He continues to roll around on the stage, still stunned from the pain.

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The faint sound of a running, broken muffler can be heard, followed by the screech of tires. A jet-black Holiday Rambler rolls up to warehouse, vibrating from the sheer volume of the music within. The doors of the bus open, and one-by-one, the talent behind the band, "The Martyr" pour out of the vehicle. First, the guitarist, Aric, then the bassist, Federik, the pianist Jesper, Alek, the vocalist, and then a very bulky man, dawning long blonde hair, and an overgrown beard walked out, a beer in his hand, it was the drummer, Markus.

Alek decided not to unload all of the equipment just yet, he wanted to check with Christian before he did anything, and by the looks of things, he wouldn't be talking to Christian just yet...

Once the band was all out, they all noticed the brawl that was going on inside the warehouse, Alek looked to them, "Well my friends, by the looks of things, we need to help our brothers out!". Alek slid out of his leather jacket, and tossed it into the bus, before slowly walking into the warehouse.

"Getting the party started without us here, are you?", He hollered at Christian.