17588/What's this wire do

What's this wire do
Date of Scene:	07 April 2024
Location:	Financial District
Synopsis:	Bumbling fools run into the Blood Spider. A new path is picked. But the touch of the underworld, never leaves a life. Vengeance is sworn.
Cast of Characters:	Wilson Fisk, Kaine Parker

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Wilson Fisk has posed:
Mid-Night. Down in the distract of the money, business it is quiet so late. Most good people and the wealthy, not here for the market has closed. The smell of money still lingers in the air, you can tell by the bright neon low-rider pulling up slowly to a building with three men sitting in it smoking a joint, passing it back and forth.

"Yeah man, first job for the big man. Get your game faces on boys." One of them with long blond hair, and one of those faces that was made for film, flicks his joint down leaping out of the lowrider, smashing it under his converse.

The other two members of the crew, one is a young black kid wearing a ski mask, dark clothing, and a pair of combat boots opens the door heading out of it, without gloves of course. It's not snowing why would he need them, as he spits out his own joints crushing it under his heel as well.

The final dude is a fat man, with his hand in a large KFC bucket, wiping the slime of the greese all over his shirt, dressed in jeans shorts and a spiderman shirt that does not hide anything of his belly and belly button lumbers out of the car nodding as he gnaws on one of the bones. The crew was ready to prove themselves.

Kaine Parker has posed:
Blood Spider lingers on the rooftop of the area. Maybe all of the galavanting in Gotham makes him miss the old days. They were easier. They were lush. They were decadent. But they are nightmare inducing. The consciousness is a fickle thing, especially when someone grows into one. Lots of regret over the past comes hurdling forward. Ties break and you're left rebelling against your old life and who you once were.

The right choice is not the glamorous one. It's far from the easiest. It's the one that sets said conscious free. Allows one to rest at night.

That doesn't mean there's not a longing for the good parts of the easy days. So, the lush districts do get a peek on by Blood Spider, an unlikely source.

So, it's curious when a lowrider starts to creep into this part of town. It just screams "bas taste" in a place that would take those two words to heart. And that's why the lowrider's occupants have his undivided attention. For now, he hangs back. Can't bust someone for a crime if they don't commit it first.

Wilson Fisk has posed:
The big guy walks over to the door of one of the buildings standing there with that loud crunch of the bone, as he nods slowly. "Dis der one, he told us to go in right?" He waves that bone now with a crack down the center of it right at the door, with a nod of his head. Stands there bone bobbing up and down in his mouth, hands are resting on his hips.

The model walks over to the doors to peer into the glass, with a little chuckle. "Yeah this is the one, Buzzer get that alarm down." He directs those words at the black man in the car, he seems to be the leader given he is standing right in front of the glass door leading into the building. Above the sign reads, Invest with Ralph.

The man in the ski mask walks over now with a tool kit, moving to the right side of the building, opening the panel now. "On it." Well is he really on it, as he stares at the wires, debating which one to cut and he snips one, the building is screaming out the alarm, and a massive shudder coming down with a loud bang to block the door. It seems that was the wrong wire, they are freaking out now.

Kaine Parker has posed:
The second he catches "Get that alarm down," that's enough for Blood to swing across to the building across. Then he'll lower down the wall slowly until he's holding himself agaisnt it. He's staying behind the group. A few options go through his mind how he wants to do this. A moment later, Blood Spider picks his option.

Whoever the straggler is, Blood Spider will do a "Thwp!" The motion is loud, he yanks the man back to the wall he's on. "Thwp!" "Thwp!" "Thwp!" the man's affixed to the wall. When everyone's looking at him, Blood Spider "Crack!" the gentleman with a back elbow looking at the group. The guy's out cold, and probably bloody now. Blood just speaks firmly, "I'm not the funny one." Too many times people confuse him and that other spider. The spider that quips. Blood -isn't- that guy.

Wilson Fisk has posed:
The one to take the blow is the big guy, wham bam and attached to the wall with a look of both hero worship and well rage mixed into one as he looks over at the Blood Spider. Hanging from the wall, with those webs. He is down for the count, as he tries to struggle free making himself more wrapped up in the webbing, till he gives up the good fight. That chicken bone is cracked on the pavement.

The model pulls out a fancy looking pistol, gold plated as he cocks it back aiming right at the blood spider, he is about to fire. Making those sense tingle, and there is a second tingle from around the corner, as the sound of a shotty racking can be heard as that dude in the ski mask whips around the corner, ready to blast the spider as well. It is the American dream fancy guns and a target.

Kaine Parker has posed:
Blood has a plan until those senses get a tingling. "Ca-chck!" solves the problem for him. "THWNK!" An orb launches toward the Model with the Gold Gun. It's an entire web-cartrigdge's worth of webbing. It's a risk-reward move. If he connects, someone is cacooned in webbing. If he misses, Blood out an entire cartridge of webbing. Either way, the Model has to work on defense.

The second the orb launches Blood jumps into the air down a back flip. Shotguns spread wide, so he's trying to go more upward than outward. Something that might allow himself to web Mister Shotgun while in motion.

"Really? A golden gun? How much more cliche can you get? Don't tell me the car has hydrolics, too?" Idiots. That's what Blood thinks of this little group.

"Who do you low lifes work for?" Blood asks just willing to press. He wants to land behind the shotgun guy because, if the webbing misses, then Blood can engage in combat. If he hits, then blood can work on restraining this guy.

Wilson Fisk has posed:
The webbing find it's way, it is true and webbing them both it seems this is not a skilled crew. Yes the car has Hydrolics, the men are down for the count now webbed against the wall easily enough. "We don't know man, it's our first job for this dude. He dropped off a usb stick for us, like it's been too many hands you know. The word on the street is his name is the Kingpin, that he wants new blood to work for him man, that all I got." The model is speaking quickly, the words are laced with fear for the man before him, as he gulps that golden gun is hits the ground dropped from his hand, going off a stray bullet is flying through the air hitting the brick wall across the street.

Kaine Parker has posed:
Blood works on webbing up the man with the shotgun. "Kingpin, eh?" His attention focused on his current target. Once he secures, Blood goes toward the model. "I've heard of the guy. Not too scary," Blood just bluffs on this one. The thing about Kingpin isn't the physical power he wields. It's the connections. And right now, Blood knows he kicked a hornet's nest. The only thing he doesn't know is how active this nest is.

"Well, his standards really fell if he recruited you lot." Then Blood grabs the golden gun. Quick hands work on the thing. Getting familiar with the weight, how it handles and the model would know this guy knows how to use the gun. Pointing it at the model, point blank.

"Do you want to know why this is a waste of money? Because the outside doesn't matter. Know what does? The bullet inside. That's what does the work. Want to be flashy, do something with the bullet," he looks at the model. "Because right now you're not seeing the gold of this gun. You're just seeing the barrel and the black hole, right?"

Blood then whips his hand away. "Clck," and then the clip falls to the groud. "You see why this is a waste of money," Scarlet says turning the gun around in his hand with practiced motions. Now, the handle faces the model. Light taps of the handle rap against the model's forehead, "See?Gotta waste your money on better things."

Then he starts to move from the model, "I'm not going to call the cops on you. So, you got two options. Either bail out, or the webbing dissolves in two or three hours. I would -highly- suggest a new life choice. I may not be as nice next time," and then he looks at the group.

He then points the gun toward the sky and squeezes off a round. The gun barks with the one bullet in the chamber. "We'll see if luck is on your side boys, because others -might- call the police now," and then Blood drops the gun. Then he "Thwps" off toward the rooftops.

Wilson Fisk has posed:
The model is scared, enough to spoil as he looks at his own gun from that new direction. His mouthing is trying to gulp on the air of the blood spider's words. Hearing them it seems to click, that light bulb moment, a new path before him. Yeah, this dude is righteous and right, this is not the right place for them. He would walk a new path, they all would, they got lucky no cops right.

They are lucky on the second front the cops never show, allowing the would be robbers to slink home into the day light, when the webs are dissolved. On the walk they are going to work for the Models, who name is Jimmy Bradforth's father's grocery store, they had been turning it down for years. They are on cloud 9, ready to go legit.

A test had been failed that night, three that wanted to move into the shadows. Three that wanted to belong to the world of money, sin, power had failed the first test. These type of things only end in one way, they had touched the underworld and well it always wants it's price of blood or cash. Given the job was botched, these three young men are found two weeks later floating in the Hudson, mangled bodies, never even making it to the first day of work. It is buried in the back of the paper, labeled just listed there as odd bodies, there is no real digging into it given they are known criminals.

Kaine Parker has posed:
Weeks later, Kaine Parker is reading a paper in the cheap place he calls home (for now). Right now, he's unsure where to go. Gotham City could be a place he could be himself. Let Spider-Man and Scarlet call NYC home and let himself grow elsewhere. Then an article buried to the back catches his eye.

"Jimmy Bradford" is his name and he deserved better. Jimmy got out. Sadly, that's the thing about the undworld, just because you get out doesn't mean it lets you leave. He deserved so much better.

It may be lost on him, the parrallels he can draw upon himself. Anger, confusion and other emotions bubble and cloud his judgement. All Blood Spider knows is moving will have to wait.

"Jimmy Bradford" is going to be name Kingpin won't forget, Kaine will make sure of that.