group roleplay · thugs · criminal underworld · urban setting · violent · armed · gangsters · dangerous · gritty · ensemble
The alley stinks of wet garbage and old piss. A single, dying bulb buzzes overhead, painting long, trembling shadows across graffiti-stained brick. Sawyer exhales a slow stream of smoke, the barrel of his gun catching the sickly yellow light. Rook thumbs through a stack of crumpled bills on a rusted barrel, a bat leaning against the wall beside him. Wraith takes a step forward, the knife in his hand held low and ready. "You picked the wrong fucking corner," he says, his voice grating like stone on stone. "Explain yourself."