Novel & Cerita 21 Chump Street Characters

Spencer helps me out of his truck, taking my hand in his and leads us inside. The building itself has no signs or any type of clue that would tell what this place is. At least not any that I could find. Once inside we are greeted by a black haired man who's probably is his forties if I had to guess. "Welcome to Chunk It! Is it just the two of you today?" The man asks in a surprisingly deep voice.

Bent down, and from the pool of blood at the yellow-toothed gambler's feet I picked up the black chip. I wiped the blood off it with the hem of the jacket. Then I lifted my head to Dante. "Mr. Castellano. Paid in full." I held the chip up between us. "This chip—can I take it to the cage for cash. Now."

Charlie says yes, so he simply nods and turns around, "See you later, Sir." "Hm," Charlie mutters, making me feel a lot better about him doing that to me. That little mean 'hm' he does. We both stare at the guy walking away in silence, then wait as Chloe stomps her way to us. I move out of her way, but before walking inside, she points a long nail right at my face.

Remi did not look fine and dry heaved after realising he woke up in a coffin. When Charlie woke up, Zen thought he would be screaming too. The Gambler woke up with a start in his coffin but did not start screaming like Remi. Instead, he fired his coin bullets with powerful finger flicks in Father Clarence’s direction with the deadliest glare Zen never knew the teen had in him. Thankfully, NPCs were indestructible, and the clergyman calmly reassured Charlie he was safe under the protection of the gods in the chapel as if Charlie did not try to kill him three seconds ago.

“The scunt owes me.” Stump literally went airborne. He landed with a thud against the tile. An “Oomph” followed when the other man landed on top of him. How many football players can you get in a compact kitchen? I found out when multiple legs, not caring that they trampled me, piled in from two directions. Even with numerous sets of bulging arms, they struggled to hold my irate savior back once they had him on his feet. “He’s drunk, Mac. Let it go.”

As Bucktooth landed on his rump, he started screaming into the dojo, "Help! We have a troublemaker!" "What?!" "A troublemaker?! "On opening day?!" Four burly men in doboks strode up to Frank right then, blocking his path. "Kid, don't you know who owns this place? Are you really so bored that you'd cause trouble here?" One of them was bald, and he shoved at Frank's chest, only to stumble backward while Frank did not budge at all. Even as the bald man was left stunned, Frank bellowed, "Get me Chaz Graves!"

Gripping the handle of the Glock, he pushed open the teal door. The man standing in the middle of the apartment made Chance think of a bad porn from the seventies. Mid-thirties with greasy hair and what could only be described as a porn mustache. He had a beer gut covered by a stained grey Steelers shirt. His ripped jeans were also stained, and the shoes were worn bare. Steelers. Of all the teams, why the Steelers? In Chance’s opinion, it just made him a little worse. Before the man looked up, Chance knew who it was. John Erik Custard. Owner of Tuscan Place. Rumored pimp. All around sleezeball.

"Do you want to lose your job?" Butler Pleb trembled as he moved towards Chloe, imploring her to leave. "Madam Chloe, please," he begged, gesturing towards the door. Chloe scowled deeply, crossed her arms, and stubbornly declared, "I'm not going anywhere." Charlie Sr.'s face darkened with anger as he snorted dismissively. "Pleb, you're not a capable butler. I'll have to call the company to replace you." Upon hearing this, Butler Pleb's eyes flared with rage. Meanwhile, Charlie Sr. strode purposefully towards the staircase.

I’m in the middle of frying the mince when I hear the doorbell. “I’ll get it,” Charlie calls, and she disappears down the hallway. I suspect it’s a parcel, maybe with some books I’ve ordered, although it’s late for the delivery guy. I add some tomato paste and the chili I’ve already chopped, hearing voices at the door. Then it closes, and I look up, expecting to see Charlie standing there holding a heavy cardboard box. Instead, I see Kip, standing there hesitantly, hands in the pockets of his jeans. He’s wearing a gray sweater over a white tee, and he looks tired, but he gives me a small smile.

Me : Morning mah Chipo's mom : My daughter how are you Me : Am fine , how is everything here Chipo's mom : All good Me : Mom said she found someone cheap who can connect taps for you Chipo's mom : That's great , at least Chiko is around ,am sure he can help with the money Me : When did he arrive ? Chipo's mom : Earlier this morning dear Chikomborero is Chipo's big brother , the one l have a crush on . I walked inside the house where l found the three idiots (Chiko , Chipo and Chido) playing cards . He even looks more handsome now .