GTA IV: London

[gta4bear]

hey peeps! this is my first ever story, ive just wrote a brief first chapter. it will evolve alot more but i dont have alot of time on my hands at the moment but will write ALOT more later on today and post it. just thought i would get this posted for you guys to read and hopefull reply with your thoughts. thx.

 

GTA IV: London

February 12th 2007

22:14

 

Chapter 1: Charlie is a nice guy!

 

A Silver BMW sport travelled down a quiet double carriageway road just outside the centre of London, Jackson Marx the driver sat casually in the drivers seat, with his brown hair recently shaved so only the tips protruded from the top of his head, dressed in a smart business suit without the tie and the top three buttons undone, covered in a ankle length long brown trench coat. With one hand on the steering wheel while the other now again raising to his lips so he could take a long drag from his cigarette.

 

He drove along at a steady pace of fifty miles per hour now and again passing the other motorists on the road at this time of night. Some old school jazz music spilling from his radio he tapped the steering wheel with his fingers. Just as he wound his drivers side window to throw his finished cigarette away a phone began to ring. Jackson left the window down and reached into his pocket, removing a small silver mobile phone as he did. He placed it into a hands free slot next to his radio.

 

“Jackson”, his voice simple and straight to the point as he answered. “Jackson, the Hedge and Hound, Charlie is there now go meet him.” An older voice replied. “Sure thing Boss.” “Make sure he gets home ok Jackson?” A slight smile came over Jackson’s face before replying “Ok Boss.” There was a slight pause before the man on the other end of the phone replied. “And Jackson…” “Yea Boss?” “Cut the boss bulls*** out will you.”

 

Jackson chuckled to himself as he hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket without replying.

 

He put his foot down on the throttle and the BMW sped along the road heading to the Hedge and Hound pub, time to meet Charlie again. Charlie was a nice guy. What a shame…

 

[Coral_City]

I'm liking it so far, short and descriptive. No clear criticism as of yet. Let's see what happens to Charlie

[Oxidizer]

Very well written! Great start, I'll definitely be reading more.

[gta4bear]

hey guys, thanks alot for you comments they are much apreciated. heres chapter 2 a bit longer and hopefully to your liking chapter 3 will be up later today!

 

Chapter 2: F***ing Chickens!

 

A slight cold wind blows through the air as a silent dark road lays there as if frozen in time. This quite back street lonely of people, the only thing that shows life is a old English pub on the corner the road connecting with another. Above the front door the sign "Hedge and Hound Pub" over the top of the entrance. It's not very busy and slightly run down. The sound of laughing fills the air along with distance traffic finally making its sound known; it’s a typical English night, cold and damp. Old used up benches sit outside the pub as a couple of large balding men step out of the entrance and stagger away up the road and out of view, obviously slightly intoxicated; before the wheel of a grey BMW pulls up outside the pub. After a brief moment the door opens and Jackson Marx steps out on to the pavement. He brushes himself down while looking over the pub, then lighting another cigarette sucking long and hard on it and walking in through the entrance.

 

Inside the pub a few men reside at the bar, the floor is old and cracked slightly covered in saw dust. Jackson walk in through a single door directly opposite the bar. In the distance some young men maybe 20 or 21 are playing on a gambling machine. A group of large leather coat wearing rough looking men sit to the right of them, this group of men stop to stare at Jackson as he takes a drag on his cigarette looking around the pub. As he looks over his left shoulder he sticks his hand up in a waving gesture towards a older man sitting in the corner looking very drunk before moving towards the bar.

 

Two men mid fifty’s sit at the bar talking, Jackson walks up between them, doubting his half smoked cigarette in an ash tray in front of him. Both the men stop talking and stare up at Jackson. The first man, fairly long grey hair combed backwards dressed in a cardigan and trousers takes a quick sip of his pint of banks’s before speaking to Jackson, as he does slightly slurring his words “Heeeyyy... Tony, how's it goin buddy?" Jackson smiling coyly plants one hand on the bar before tapping the friendly man on the shoulder as he speaks. “"Not too bad Steve, nothing to tell... Same old same old."

 

The old man chuckles to himself. Again taking another sip of his drink when the other man, balding with a cap on but dressed the same as the other man he piped up in the same drunkenness “HAHA… You got any ladies lined up for tonight Tone? HEHE I bet you have” At this point the bar man, again an older balding man walks into view so he is standing on the right side of the man sitting to Jackson's right joining in the conversation but before he can speak Jackson replies with slight laughter “Not tonight Pete… An if I did I wouldn’t tell you, you old dog”.

 

The whole group of four men laugh heartedly before the bar man speaks to Jackson "Hey Tony, how’s the job hunting going?" Jackson smiles slightly before replying "Funny you should say that Gray... I should be finding out about a new job tomorrow" Graham the bar man taps Jackson on the cheek "That's great Tony... Wa'dall it be?" Jackson points to his favourite drink behind the counter. "Hit me up with a JD an coke please Gray." As he speaks the old fella Steve climbs up from his stool "Hell I gotta use the john" stumbling off towards the toilets.

 

The bar man walks out off to get Jackson's drink and at the same time the first man gets from his stool and leaves for the toilet also leaving Jackson to stand at the bar by himself, however moments later another man from the left walks up to the bar only to stand right next to Jackson. This man is tall, rugged looking, younger than Jackson late 20's at the most. He is dressed in jeans, t-shirt and a leather top with short blonde hair with fairly good looks. He has a cigarette in his mouth and he leans over the bar while taking a drag of his cigarette, he speaks to Jackson in a cocky voice while staring at his smoke leaving his mouth "Looking kinda sharp there...” Pausing before finishing his sentence he looks up at Jackson in the eyes “Tony!"

 

Jackson doesn’t respond straight away instead while still staring forwards and not looking at the other man he calmly lights up another cigarette, his third in a short amount of time. He then leans in to the man so they are both leaning on the bar and faces him before he talks "You know me Tyson... Never go half arsed." The man now known as Tyson scoffs slightly changing his voice to a serious manner "So how is the work goin? I hear on the grapevine you haven’t had a new job in about three months now."

 

"Well you know Tyson... A jobs a job an when it has to be done, it has to be done right." Tyson smirks at Jacksons comments, getting slightly agitated with his calm manner "So when is your next job lined up for?" Jackson turns, leaning his back against the bar he again waves to the man in the corner who drunkedly waves back while trying to take a gulp of his beer but with most of it missing his mouth "Tomorrow hopefully... But for now I’m just here for a drink with Charlie."

 

Tyson looks over towards Charlie, slightly laughing with a sarcastic tone he says "He looks a bit worse for wear!" Jackson turns back to Tyson staring at him "He will be okay in the morning." Tyson moves back and doubts his cigarette in the ash tray "You will have to let me know Jackson." Jackson leans back onto the bar waiting for his drink as Tyson begins to walk off Jackson says quietly "I’m sure you will find out tomorrow." Tyson stops briefly, slightly staring over his right shoulder but then carries on walking and sits back down with another man in a far corner of the room.

 

The bar man returns with Jackson’s drink, Jackson reaches into his pocket removing a five pound note he hands it to the barman “Keep the change” “Thanks Tony” Jackson then moves away from the bar towards Charlie. He places his drink down on the table but Charlie doesn’t even notice he is there until Jackson actually sits down next to him.

 

Charlie looks at Jackson, taking him a few seconds to recognize who it actually is even though he has waved to him twice, Charlie begins to speak and he is very drunk “Heeeyyy Tonnyy, hoow are you my friend? Jackson lights up another cigarette before speaking “Im good Charlie… how ar-“ Charlie isn’t really listening and cuts Jackson off in mid sentence with a slightly shouting drunken slur “You know what pisses me off Tony… F***in Chickens!” Charlie takes a big gulp of beer, Jackson looks a little puzzled but chuckles to his friends comments “Chickens?” Charlie drunkenly waves his hands in the air, one containing a point glass as if it makes his words sound more meaningfull “Yea… Chickens, f***in layin there all *hic* day dropping eggs *hic* out o’ there arse’s an then expectin us to eat them… Makes me sick *hic*”

 

Charlie takes a big gulp of beer some of it dribbling down his chin. Jackson takes a sip of his drink looking slightly amused. “How’s the wife?” ask’s Jackson, Charlie stops waving his hands, leans into Jackson and stares at him “How long have I known you Tony?” “About thre-“ Again Charlie drunkenly interrupts Jackson “About three months right?” It was a rhetorical question, Charlie wasn’t waiting for an answer because he was already carrying on “… Yea… Well let me tell you a secret…” Charlie takes another big gulp of beer. “My wife is a B***H” Mostly spitting his sentence towards Jackson, Jackson stands up without saying a word, pulling the buttons closed on his coat he finishes his drink and motions for Charlie to get up “Come on Charlie… You’re drunk, I’m taking you home.” Charlie drunkenly mumbles something incoherent as Jackson helps him to his feet.

 

Time for you to go to sleep Charlie…

Edited April 27, 2007 by gta4bear