FUCKHEAD!: A No More Heroes™ RP - Neo Plastic Model
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				Title: <strong>FUCKHEAD!: A No More Heroes™ RP - Neo Plastic Model</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 13:28:01</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://wiki.urbandead.com/images/9/99/Nightclub-theme.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><em>The Japanese style drinking hole "bar plastic model" has top of the line sake. Drink too much and expect big trouble - Santa Destroy Guide (Entry now outdated)<br><br>Neo Plastic Model, previously known as Bar Plastic Model, is the one of the local bars in Santa Destroy. It has always been known for it's sake and continues to serve the best sake in town, despite it's change from a Japanese style bar to an American night club. Before it's rebuilding, Randall Lovikov, one of Travis Touchdown's mentors, could always be found drinking. Here, Lovikov would pass techniques on to Touchdown from his memories, drilling the techniques into him in the form of a ruthless. <br><br>Three years after Touchdown topped the UAA for the first time, the Mafia gunned down Lovikov during one of his regular drinking routines. Shortly after this the bar was shut down. Only with Sylvia's rise to power and her will to change the shit hole that was Santa Destroy was the bar rebuilt. Now, it stands as one of the most popular and stylish night clubs in all of Santa Destroy, having become a sort of hang out for some assassins and their ilk.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: FUCKHEAD!: A No More Heroes™ RP - Neo Plastic Model</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>26-07-2012, 05:02:50</strong>
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				From the crowded streets of Santa Destroy to the towering buildings that stand beside them, the evil and scum of this city has spread uncontrollably in the city known as an assassin’s paradise. Attracted to Destroy by the new freedoms that Travis’s absence (as well as the re-established UAA’s open arms to such a crowd), new assassins from around the globe gathered in this capital of kill (if you will) to join the ranks of the United Association of Assassins, led by the one and only Syliva Christel. Now reaching 100 assassins, the UAA is stronger than ever.<br><br>But the UAA isn’t the only thing that changed. Santa Destroy itself has been completely remodeled into a tourist resort, complete with casinos and high class hotels. Only a few remnants of the old Santa Destroy remain, but are largely overlooked by the new, more impressive attractions. Buildings and businesses like the Burger Suplex, Bear Hug Studio, and the Steak Shack have all been replaced&nbsp; by newer and bigger businesses that, not only provide better services, but are also much better and bringing in LBs.<br><br>One of the most popular of these new services would be the recently established Neo Plastic Model, a bar and “night club” that is open to the public 24/7. Once known as the Bar Plastic Model, the once old-fashioned and worn-out hub as become the #1 hotspot for the city’s assassins, thugs, and occasional celebrity. Every day (and night) assassins gather at the Model to have a good drink, share their battle stories, or hook up with a fine chick (or guy, whatever one’s preference is) before heading out to their next assignment. This is a place where the assassin’s treat the day like it’s their last. And what better place to find a certain someone with a bounty on their head then here?<br>---<br>Even though the sun had arisen and dispelled the night, the party inside the Neo Plastic Bar continued to live. The loud techno music could be clearly felt outside the building and the lights continued to flicker through the tinted windows. And while there were plenty of cars and motorcycles parked outside, not a single soul was seen walking the sidewalks or parking lot outside. Everyone was either inside the bar partying and drinking, or steering clear of the area.<br><br>A long, white, low riding motorcycle drove up to the curb of the square in which Neo Plastic Model stood. The slim figure driving the machine stepped dismounted the bike in a slow but suspicious fashion. Wearing a black hood that hid her head and torso from view, the only kind of distinguishing feature of the figure was the skinny bare legs sticking out of the cloak, making it obvious that the figure was a woman. Light strands of blonde hair stood out from inside the hood, but no other part of her face was shown.<br><br>The figure walked into the square and its alley, where the entrance to the Neo Plastic Model was. Standing in front of the doors was a large man in a black suit; about 7 feet tall and painfully plain. As the figure approached the door the guard noticed her and turned his gaze upon her. He turned towards her and stood firm. The man’s towering height and large bulk made the cloaked figure look very puny in comparison.<br><br>“Do you have a pass?” He asked in a violent voice, in an obvious attempt to sound intimidating. <br><br>The figure smirked inside her hood. She didn’t utter a single word to the man, but instead readied her weapon inside her cloak. She kept her head down and out of the guard’s view, but a single golden pony tail fell out of the hood as she slowly began to get into a battle position. The guard became impatient and, oblivious to the figure readying an attack, snapped at her.<br><br>“Hey bitch! If you ain’t got a pass, then why don’t you just-” the guard was silenced when a single blue energy blade shot out of the cloak and impaled the guard in the gut. The guard bent down in pain and moaned loudly. “W-what the fuck!?” he said weakly, trying to back away from the figure. But the figure persisted, walking closely towards the guard and sticking the blade further into the guard’s body. She then pushed him away, only to kick his head upwards. Using a nearby wall, the figure jumped off the wall and into the air, catching the guard in a standing headscissor hold. She then threw the guard’s head towards the Plastic Model’s entrance, causing him to collide with the doors and ultimately burst through them.<br><br>The guard’s sudden entrance alerted the partiers inside, who briefly stopped their activities to investigate what had just happened at the entrance. (Of course, while loud, disrupting noises and fights were common in the bar, it wasn’t every day that someone had the nerve to mess with the guard at the front entrance) While the guard lay broken on the two equally broken doors, the cloaked figure walked into the bar with her arm outstretched, holding the long handled beam katana used against the pitiful guard. No one knew who she was, but she looked ready for a fight. And of course, the patrons liked that kind of thing. They were all rearing for a fight, and fighting amongst themselves was so dull. Why not kill some fresh meat that just so happened to have crashed their party?<br><br>One by one they got up, drawing their weapons. It was a hundred against one, but the hooded figure did not back down. Instead, she held out the beam katana in front of her and, by twisting the hilt with her other hand, extended a second blade from the hilt.&nbsp; She was just as ready for a fight as all of these jokers were.<br><br>“Come and get some.” The cloaked figure said in a seductive tone, before charging at the crowd herself.<br>---<br>The bloodbath that the cloaked figure caused in her wake was left unheard from the third floor of the Plastic Model. In his own private room filled with hot, cosplaying girls serving his every whim, 75th ranked assassin Haruto69 lounged on a large purple couch with two girls dressed up as anime characters under each arm. His eyes were fixated on the large, plasma screen TV hung up on the wall across the room, where the unreleased <em>Pure White Lover Bizarre Jelly 5: The Movie</em> was being played. He was the perfect example of a stereotypical otaku; an overweight asian with thick rimmed glasses, shoulder-length black hair, a powder blue button down shirt (with pocket protector),&nbsp; dull green cargo shorts (that barely reach down to the top of his knees), and plain sneakers with white high socks. But what he was most recognized for was his dirty, perverted grin that appeared whenever he laid eyes on a pretty girl he would like to fuck. He was a disgusting man, with no shame and no regard for human dignity. He was a dirty and competitive fighter, using his misguided female followers to maim and kill his adversaries, and used them to carry him up the ranks of the UAA. Of course, his femme fatales were strong enough to handle themselves in a fight, and rumor has it that no one has ever seen Haruto69’s true power in combat. It remains to be seen if he truly is the next best otaku assassin, or just a fat, dirty degenerate who hides behind his cosplaying assassins and reaps all the benefits of their hard work.<br><br>And so he sat on his couch, watching his anime with a girl under each arm, while enjoying the services his cosplaying servants bestowed him. The shrieks and battle cries down below on the lower floors fell on deaf ears in Haruto69’s private room, with the only sounds coming from his TV or the girls that were serving him.<br><br>Suddenly, one of the thugs from downstairs burst into Haruto69’s room, with his horror-stricken face and clothes splattered with blood. The man was out of breath and obviously stressed, and his voice came out in a loud, pitiful squeak.&nbsp; “S-sir Haruto!!! An assassin has broken into the bar and started killing everyone! S-she’s headed this way and-”<br><br>The thug was silenced when a blue beam was impaled through his chest. Blood flowed wildly from the wound like water through a fire hose, and painted the floor and far wall with a nice shade of crimson red. The thug fell to his knees when the blade was withdrawn, and soon collapsed to the floor in a simple but helpless manner. His killer was all that remained at the doorway, hiding behind a blood drenched cloak. The woman in the room seemed to gasp or back away from the sight, but Haruto69 was unfazed. His beady little eyes did not leave the TV screen, nor did his body flinch from the sudden intrusion. <br><br>“What is it now?” Haruto69 whined in a sleazy, sneaky voice. “Another hopeful who thinks he can kill me and take my rank as the 75th assassin of the UAA? If that’s the case, you better turn back now! I have better things to do than kill a delusional assassin who thinks they’re good enough to kill me!” <br><br>The cloaked figure relaxed her posture and walked into the room calmly. “I think you’re mistaken.” She said in a heavy English accent. “I’m not here for your rank, or <em>any</em> UAA business for that matter.” The figure pointed her beam katana at Haruto6. “I’m just here for the price on your head. There’s a lot of generous women who are willing to cash in the dough if you were to suddenly ‘kick the bucket’, and I just so happen to need a little more money right now. No hard feelings, just trying to make a living.”<br><br>Haruto69 laughed. “Oh, so you’re saying that some feminist whores want me dead for a few sexual harassment charges? Ha ! For a second there you got me worried that I actually had a fight on my hands! Pieces of shit like you come around from time to time, but you’re delusional if you think you’ll be able to kill a UAA ranked assassin!” He turned around in his seat and pointed his fat finger at the cloaked one. “Girls, battle formation! Whoever delivers the finishing blow to this bitch gets a special present from daddy!”<br><br>All of the girls in the room, save for the two on the couch, quickly drew their weapons hidden within their clothing (most which were creatively implemented into their outfits) and charged at the figure at an alarming speed. One by one they flew at her, but the cloaked figure simply did away with them with the skillful and fluid motion of her blades. She twirled her weapon like she was dancing, calmly moving her body in sync with her katana.&nbsp; One by one the girls fell, managing only to tear at the figures cloak, making the cloak loosen and open. The figure was now standing in a pool of blood, with a dozen of motionless bodies piled up behind her.<br><br>“Don’t get me wrong. I’m not some feminist whose here to avenge those girls you’ve defiled. I’m only here for one thing.” She pointed her weapon at Haruto69 once again. “The price on your head! And don’t make me repeat myself again.”<br><br>Haruto69 shot up from his couch. His cocky attitude had suddenly become one of anger and, strangely, fascination. “M-my henchwomen! How… How did you cut them down so easily!? They were all trained assassins! This…” His fists clenched tightly together, and his muscles tensed. The aura around him seemed to darken, “Just who are you?”<br><br>The figure seemed to smirk beneath her cloak. “Me?” she giggled. “I am the No More Heroine, The Crownless Princess. The girl who has felled hundreds in her path for love.” The assassin clenched her cloak and with one strong tug ripped it entirely from her body, exposing her true identity. “The Angelic Sword, the one who fights in the name of Santa Destroy’s greatest assassin! Travis the Great’s Number One Fan, Kimmy Howell!”<br><br>There was a long silence after Kimmy’s speech. While Kimmy stood boldly in front of her adversary, both Haruto69 and his two remaining henchwomen stood confounded by the dramatic speech. <br><br>“Wait a minute… Hey, wait! I know you!” Haruto69 yelled, breaking the silence. “You’re that Travis Touchdown cosplayer who everyone is talking about! The one who’s been hunting down other assassins!”<br><br>Kimmy giggled girlishly again. “Yup! That’s me! I’ve been working really hard, you know. Keeping the peace ‘n all while Travis the Great is away…”<br><br>Haruto69 grunted. “‘Travis the <em>Great</em>’, eh? I’m not sure if you’ve heard missy, but I’m the top otaku assassin now!” Haruto69 spread his chubby legs and straightened his back, which appeared to be some kind of battle stance. “That washed up piece of shit ain’t got nothing on me! His time has passed, and now I’ve taken his place! Haruto69, the greatest otaku assassin that ever lived!!!”<br><br>Kimmy retaliated by holding her beam katana out in front of her, and got into a battle position of her own. “You can troll Travis the Great all you want, but that won’t change anything! I’m still going to kill you, and believe me, I’m more than capable of taking on a Travis wannabe like you.” <br><br>Haruto69 smirked. He snapped his fingers at his remaining henchwomen on the couch. “Asuka, Rei, it’s show time.”<br><br>The two girls suddenly sprang to life, jumping into the air and (after an intense transformation sequence (use your imagination, folks)) transforming into two large guns, one resembling a mini gun and the other resembling a laser cannon. The two guns landed perfectly on Haruto69’s shoulders. “Last chance to run, little girl!”<br><br>Kimmy smirked at the comment. “C’mon, let’s fight already! The anticipation of decapitating that fat head of yours is killing me!”<br><br>“You’re going to regret saying that!” Haruto69 yelled as he aimed his guns at Kimmy. “Time to teach you a lesson!”<br><br>---<br>-Some time later-<br>Haruto69 crashed through the windows of the top story of Neo Plastic Model and into the brisk morning air before falling to the pavement, screaming all the way down. He landed on his back, creating a small crater beneath him. The assassin was moaning in pain, covered in wounds and blood that was no one’s but his own. His body twitched and his breathing was weak. He had obviously lost the battle.<br><br>Not long after Haruto69 crashed to the pavement, Kimmy leapt out of the now broken window and landed softly on Haruto69’s stomach. She quickly positioned the end of her blade slightly above her adversary’s throat, causing Haruto69 to burst into a panic. His body twitched frantically but he could not move his limbs, as his body was too broken to make use of his arms or legs.<br><br>“W-w-wait! P-please!” he pleaded pathetically to Kimmy. “Don’t kill me! I’ll… I’ll give you whatever you want! You want money? Manga? Anime? I got things that no one else has! Things that any otaku would dream of!!! Y-you could give them to your boyfriend… Or keep them yourself! Yes, you would like that, right!?”<br><br>“Sorry, not interested.” Kimmy said, as she moved the point of her blade closer to Haruto69’s throat. “But I’ll be glad to take those things out of your hands once you’re dead. They’ll be perfect homecoming gifts for Travis the Great once he breaks out of prison.”<br><br>Haruto69 became even more pathetically panicked, realizing that there was no way out. “Y-you’re crazy… You’re crazy! Travis is never coming back! Syliva said so! She said he’s done! He’s-”<br><br>Kimmy stabbed Haruto69 in the throat before he could finish his speech. Blood spewed upward from his fat neck and showered the area around the body like rain. Kimmy moved her blade upward and through Haruto69’s head, finishing him off for good. <br><br>“You should have never trusted that bitch Sylvia!” Kimmy said as she stepped off the lifeless body. “She’ll ruin your life, just like she did to my idol!” Turning off her beam katana, Kimmy began to walk away from the body and towards the parking lot. Before she exited the premises, she said one last thing to Haruto69. “Next time I see that bitch, I’m going to do the same thing to her as I did to her…”<br><br>“I’m going to kill that bitch, and avenge Travis the Great!”<br>
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