Post by Blokus on Jul 9, 2017 3:56:41 GMT
"I knew I couldn't trust Borage..." A man ran through a large stretch of dark alley ways. "He... probably drove off... when the alarm sounded." He assured himself as he gasped for air. The man propped himself against the brick wall to the left of himself, taking a break from his escape to catch his breath. As his breathing returned to normal the sound of the sirens that had been following him came and went, and he knew he had escaped.
"I can't believe that actually worked!" The man spoke to himself, before grabbing his full of newly acquired treasure. "And now that Borage is gone I get all of the earnings to myself!" He walked down the alley, while humming a merry little tune to himself.
"I can't believe I let him get away from me like that..." Blokus thought to himself as he circled around a small complex. "I could've sworn he went this way..." Blokus thought to himself as he descended to the top of one of the buildings. "Alright Blokus, you can do this. You just gotta sense his Ki! Okay... concentrate..."
The man continued his stroll down the alley. He had already escaped capture at the hands of the cops, he really didn't have a reason to be running anymore. He didn't really pay attention to where he was headed, and as a result, he almost walked into a wall.
"Woooooah, okay... gotta be more careful there." He chuckled to himself. He surveyed what was in front of him, and concluded it was a dead end. The man turned around to see... a man in costume?
"I FINALLY FOUND YOU, CRIMINAL SCUM!" Blokus boomed, making the thief jump in fright. "Oh man, this is gonna end up killing my throat..." Blokus thought to himself as the thief turned to face him.
"Oh no, you're wunna those homeless cooks ain't ya?" The man asked Blokus, as he lowered his bag. "But even if ya ain't, you seem to know what I did, and I can't really have that." The man pulled a knife from his pocket, and pointed it straight at Blokus. "So don't be a hero, move outta the way before I cut a new hole in ya."
"DON'T BE A HERO? DON'T BE A HERO?" Blokus laughed heartily. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO?" He grinned to the best of his ability.
"I'm talking to a guy that's kinda old for dress up. Now move outta my way."
"I CAN'T DO THAT. IT'S MY DUTY TO MAKE SURE YOU ARE BROUGHT TO JUSTICE!" Blokus explained, eyeing the knife in the man's hand. "I'm gonna end up losing my life for this city, and I'm not even that well known as a hero..." Blokus thought.
"Well I guess you aren't very good at your job then." The man gripped his knife, taking a swing at Blokus. Blokus jumped to the side, his feet sliding against the dirt o the ground. The man caught himself before he fell to the ground, and turned to take another swing. Blokus jumped back, moving his fists into the same position he would for boxing. When he landed he lunged forward, landing an uppercut on the thief's chin, which caused him to flinch.
"AGH! You made me bite my tongue!" The man swiped his knife upward, barely missing Blokus' chin. Blokus leaned back, dodging the knife, before throwing out a jab at the man's face. The impact landed, and the thief started to fall back. Blokus grabbed him by his shirt collar, and threw him over his shoulder.
"Alright, I should probably get these to the police." Blokus mumbled, as he grabbed the bag of stolen goods. Blokus positioned the criminal over his shoulder, and took off in the direction of the long gone police cars.
"I can't believe that actually worked!" The man spoke to himself, before grabbing his full of newly acquired treasure. "And now that Borage is gone I get all of the earnings to myself!" He walked down the alley, while humming a merry little tune to himself.
"I can't believe I let him get away from me like that..." Blokus thought to himself as he circled around a small complex. "I could've sworn he went this way..." Blokus thought to himself as he descended to the top of one of the buildings. "Alright Blokus, you can do this. You just gotta sense his Ki! Okay... concentrate..."
The man continued his stroll down the alley. He had already escaped capture at the hands of the cops, he really didn't have a reason to be running anymore. He didn't really pay attention to where he was headed, and as a result, he almost walked into a wall.
"Woooooah, okay... gotta be more careful there." He chuckled to himself. He surveyed what was in front of him, and concluded it was a dead end. The man turned around to see... a man in costume?
"I FINALLY FOUND YOU, CRIMINAL SCUM!" Blokus boomed, making the thief jump in fright. "Oh man, this is gonna end up killing my throat..." Blokus thought to himself as the thief turned to face him.
"Oh no, you're wunna those homeless cooks ain't ya?" The man asked Blokus, as he lowered his bag. "But even if ya ain't, you seem to know what I did, and I can't really have that." The man pulled a knife from his pocket, and pointed it straight at Blokus. "So don't be a hero, move outta the way before I cut a new hole in ya."
"DON'T BE A HERO? DON'T BE A HERO?" Blokus laughed heartily. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO?" He grinned to the best of his ability.
"I'm talking to a guy that's kinda old for dress up. Now move outta my way."
"I CAN'T DO THAT. IT'S MY DUTY TO MAKE SURE YOU ARE BROUGHT TO JUSTICE!" Blokus explained, eyeing the knife in the man's hand. "I'm gonna end up losing my life for this city, and I'm not even that well known as a hero..." Blokus thought.
"Well I guess you aren't very good at your job then." The man gripped his knife, taking a swing at Blokus. Blokus jumped to the side, his feet sliding against the dirt o the ground. The man caught himself before he fell to the ground, and turned to take another swing. Blokus jumped back, moving his fists into the same position he would for boxing. When he landed he lunged forward, landing an uppercut on the thief's chin, which caused him to flinch.
"AGH! You made me bite my tongue!" The man swiped his knife upward, barely missing Blokus' chin. Blokus leaned back, dodging the knife, before throwing out a jab at the man's face. The impact landed, and the thief started to fall back. Blokus grabbed him by his shirt collar, and threw him over his shoulder.
"Alright, I should probably get these to the police." Blokus mumbled, as he grabbed the bag of stolen goods. Blokus positioned the criminal over his shoulder, and took off in the direction of the long gone police cars.