Post by Kurt Owens on Jul 11, 2017 11:52:57 GMT -6
July 4th 2017
Independence Day is commonly associated with fireworks, parades, barbecues, carnivals, fairs, picnics, concerts, baseball games, family reunions, and political speeches and ceremonies, in addition to various other public and private events celebrating the history, government, and traditions of the United States. Tonight is different though, the sky is falling down with large cold droplets of rain and the sounds of thunder crackling over the city landscape can be heard for miles as cabs, Ubers and pedestrians all rushed the streets trying to get to their locations for the festivities of the evening. Kurt Owens though, it has a different feel for him.
Eight Months earlier, Kurt ,his wife, and their two children were in New York's Central Park for an afternoon picnic when they witnessed a Mafia underworld execution by the infamous Gotti family; a snitch had been hanged from a tree. Seeking to eliminate all witnesses, the Gotti crime family murdered anyone who witnessed the shooting on the spot, including Kurt’s wife Kristina and their children Aurora and Oliver. Kurt survived barely from the gunshot wounds to his chest. So to say this holiday of spending time with family and friends cooking out and having a great summer bar-b-que felt shitty for Owens would be an understatement. Owens is a former U.S. Marine Captain with tours all over the Middle East and other war torn countries. He felt pride as a American, but after the loss of his family all he felt was anguish and an unrelenting desire to take down whoever stood in his path.
Owens slowly makes his way down the street in a long black trench coat, raining pulsating off his shaved head as he struggles to keep lit one of the few things that kept him sane, a cigarette. The embers spark with each flick of the ash he makes quickly washing away with the rain. He approaches a corner family owned dive bar, the sounds of glee and happiness echo through the streets with each time the door is opened as people walk in and out. He grunts under his breath and flicks the remaining cigarette into the street, as he reached for the door handle, ripping it open as quickly as possible causing three people sitting close to the door to whip their heads around like a startled animal. He stood there a moment before slowly ascending into the bar. He looks around slowly scanning the room for anyone looking to start a fight with him. Once he assessed the situation he slowly took his place at the far left bar stool in the corner placing his coat on the seat next to him to make sure no one could bother him. He looks up slowly as the bar tender approached him.
-Linda the Bartender-
Happy 4th of July Kurt, what’ll it be?
Kurt shoots her a look at could cut through the strongest of metals. Linda could sense his displeasure and nodded slowly realizing what she said and how that could have affected Kurt. He take a deep breathe trying to remember what his court appointed therapist Dr. Post taught him about taking a deep breath and counting backwards from five to help relax his mind. He gains his composure back and speaks softly.
-KO-
A Budweiser and 3 fingers of Jameson, please.
Linda smiled and nodded in approval.
-Linda the Bartender-
Coming right up.
Linda reached under the counter, the sounds of bottles in the cooler below her can be heard clinking as he grabbed his beer. She pops the top of the beer bottle and hands it to Kurt while reaching pouring with the other hand. Both bottle and shot sit in front of the man as he looks up and smiles with delight of the over pour she gave him.
-KO-
…Thanks…
Kurt slams down the shot of whiskey without even a slight hint of effectiveness and chases it with a long sip of his beer before he places the bottle back down less than half way of its original contents. He reaches into his pants pocket and flips money on the bar and stands up. Linda looks at him puzzled as he works his way towards the coat rack. Kurt stops a moment looking at the couple adoring looking at one another in the corner booth before letting out a deep soul shaking sigh. He grabs his coat and flings it onto his body and reaches for the door before he is stopped by Linda the bartender’s voice.
-Linda the Bartender-
Kurt, why you leaving so soon? You barely finished your drink hun...
Kurt looks over his left shoulder barely turning his head around. He spoke loud enough that Linda and the rest of the bar could hear him faintly.
-KO-
EWC has some asses that need to pay a price…
He flings open the Bar’s door, lights another smoke and stepped into the pouring rain. He was coming for EWC, whether they liked it or not….
Independence Day is commonly associated with fireworks, parades, barbecues, carnivals, fairs, picnics, concerts, baseball games, family reunions, and political speeches and ceremonies, in addition to various other public and private events celebrating the history, government, and traditions of the United States. Tonight is different though, the sky is falling down with large cold droplets of rain and the sounds of thunder crackling over the city landscape can be heard for miles as cabs, Ubers and pedestrians all rushed the streets trying to get to their locations for the festivities of the evening. Kurt Owens though, it has a different feel for him.
Eight Months earlier, Kurt ,his wife, and their two children were in New York's Central Park for an afternoon picnic when they witnessed a Mafia underworld execution by the infamous Gotti family; a snitch had been hanged from a tree. Seeking to eliminate all witnesses, the Gotti crime family murdered anyone who witnessed the shooting on the spot, including Kurt’s wife Kristina and their children Aurora and Oliver. Kurt survived barely from the gunshot wounds to his chest. So to say this holiday of spending time with family and friends cooking out and having a great summer bar-b-que felt shitty for Owens would be an understatement. Owens is a former U.S. Marine Captain with tours all over the Middle East and other war torn countries. He felt pride as a American, but after the loss of his family all he felt was anguish and an unrelenting desire to take down whoever stood in his path.
Owens slowly makes his way down the street in a long black trench coat, raining pulsating off his shaved head as he struggles to keep lit one of the few things that kept him sane, a cigarette. The embers spark with each flick of the ash he makes quickly washing away with the rain. He approaches a corner family owned dive bar, the sounds of glee and happiness echo through the streets with each time the door is opened as people walk in and out. He grunts under his breath and flicks the remaining cigarette into the street, as he reached for the door handle, ripping it open as quickly as possible causing three people sitting close to the door to whip their heads around like a startled animal. He stood there a moment before slowly ascending into the bar. He looks around slowly scanning the room for anyone looking to start a fight with him. Once he assessed the situation he slowly took his place at the far left bar stool in the corner placing his coat on the seat next to him to make sure no one could bother him. He looks up slowly as the bar tender approached him.
-Linda the Bartender-
Happy 4th of July Kurt, what’ll it be?
Kurt shoots her a look at could cut through the strongest of metals. Linda could sense his displeasure and nodded slowly realizing what she said and how that could have affected Kurt. He take a deep breathe trying to remember what his court appointed therapist Dr. Post taught him about taking a deep breath and counting backwards from five to help relax his mind. He gains his composure back and speaks softly.
-KO-
A Budweiser and 3 fingers of Jameson, please.
Linda smiled and nodded in approval.
-Linda the Bartender-
Coming right up.
Linda reached under the counter, the sounds of bottles in the cooler below her can be heard clinking as he grabbed his beer. She pops the top of the beer bottle and hands it to Kurt while reaching pouring with the other hand. Both bottle and shot sit in front of the man as he looks up and smiles with delight of the over pour she gave him.
-KO-
…Thanks…
Kurt slams down the shot of whiskey without even a slight hint of effectiveness and chases it with a long sip of his beer before he places the bottle back down less than half way of its original contents. He reaches into his pants pocket and flips money on the bar and stands up. Linda looks at him puzzled as he works his way towards the coat rack. Kurt stops a moment looking at the couple adoring looking at one another in the corner booth before letting out a deep soul shaking sigh. He grabs his coat and flings it onto his body and reaches for the door before he is stopped by Linda the bartender’s voice.
-Linda the Bartender-
Kurt, why you leaving so soon? You barely finished your drink hun...
Kurt looks over his left shoulder barely turning his head around. He spoke loud enough that Linda and the rest of the bar could hear him faintly.
-KO-
EWC has some asses that need to pay a price…
He flings open the Bar’s door, lights another smoke and stepped into the pouring rain. He was coming for EWC, whether they liked it or not….