Continuing the Legacy

[Bacharth]

OOC: ((I got permission from Sargun to rp in Louisiana.))

It was only supposed to be a small, local obituary. It would make the simple minded folk think he was dead, but those with both halves of their brain would think he's still alive, thanks to the vague wording of the article.

Vince Sixx, Civil Rights Activist, Dies in New Orleans at the age of 65.

In truth, he died of a tumor on his heart. It's what happened to most of the people who were left alive by the Oslo disaster. The article didn't say anything about his death though, and his body was to be cremated and his ashes put in a small wooden Phoenix statue. Nobody would see the body, and there would be no death report, just some ashes sealed tightly in a statuette in some third rate pawn shop.

19 years ago

Vince Sixx had fallen in love with a hippie woman by the name of Danielle Bullerman. Together, they had a child to be named after their favorite writer, Johnathan Beauregard. He would have the name Beauregard, but keep his father's name of Vincent.

The newspaper company was very slow that day. Vincent Beauregard sat in the lounge, his elbow firmly pressed against the armrest and his face firmly resting on his palm, looking rather bored.

"Next!" The lady at the front desk looked like she was hated in the workplace. Large red glasses, huge wrinkly face, a smile that looked like the forced it on every day. She looked like a modern day spinster. Vince looked around to hope someone would be going to her so he could have the good looking asian lady in the next stall. But, he grimaced, got up, and walked over to the lady, a simple piece of paper in hand.

She gave him a look up and down, scowling probably at the fact that he looked like some loser off the street. It was Vince's look, though: a vietnam era army jacket, dark aviator sunglasses, long curly hair, white shirt, and dirty blue jeans. "How can I help you, sir."

"Yes, I'd like you to run an obituary please, it's on a hero of mine, Vince Sixx." Hero, father, important figure, same difference.

"Oh really, well read it off to me and I'll put it in."

He picked up the paper and started reading, "Vince Sixx died yesterday on May 22nd, 2009. He will be missed by his wife, supporters, and countrymen in the caucasus."

She stopped typing after he was done, but still had her hands on the keyboard. She looked at him expectantly, "That's it?"

"Yeah, it is."

"Nothing else? No cause or time of death?"

"Nope."

"Well, I'll send this in, it'll be in tomorrow's paper."

"Thanks," Vince said as he walked out. He got into his car and called his friend to meet him at a junkyard.

[Subtleknifewielder]

OOC: Noce start...

I would've given ya permission to do this in my country. I may dislike you IC, but OOC I actually like ya, or at least your RP's...

[Sargun II]

Nathan dragged his head out of bed and went through his morning routine without much thought. He scrubbed his sun-bleached hair for almost ten minutes without realizing it, but didn't make up for it. He was on leave for the next two weeks courtesy of the car crash his wife got into. She'd be out in two weeks perfectly fine, but the hospital doesn't allow him in except for three hours at night because of that one scuffle with those security guards.

In any case, he still checked up with Barksdale and everything was a-okay. The pilot (hey, I like pilots) put on a pair of shorts - who sleeps in pants? - and slipped outside into the afternoon light.

RING RING RING HOLY !@#$ I'M A PHONE AND I'M RINGING RING RING RING

"Mmh?"

...

"Mmk." He hopped in the Humvee that he won in an auction a few years ago and rattled down the broken streets to the junkyard.

[Subtleknifewielder]

RING RING RING HOLY !@#$ I'M A PHONE AND I'M RINGING RING RING RING

OOC: Heh heh, I seriously LOL'ed.