blood in, blood out

  Name's Johnny. I run with the Saints. JOHNNY GAT of SAINTS ROW indie. crime roleplay. adult content. dark themes.  

[johnnygat]

       a slightly selective roleplay blog for JOHNNY GAT from SAINTS ROW

       low to medium  activity.    under co. & revamp’d  dec ‘22.

themes:  crime,  violence,  gang activity, et al

          likes to plot, but not necessary. let’s have fun.

LINKS:     about.     rules.    carrd coming soon maybe.

[log4]

Please, allow me. [kills everyone in the room in seconds]

[vinkumakkara]

one of the funniest goddamn things in sr1 and sr2 to this day is pouring one out for your homies to resurrect them when they die. it is genuinely absolutely fucking ridiculous, srtt could never reach this level of comedy despite trying so freaking desperately

[eulerami-art]

American studios seriously need to learn how to draw/model Asians. Especially people that aren’t Chinese or Japanese. Johnny never looked good in any game in my opinion. He was alright in SR1, but after that he was white as a sheet and his face was seriously warped. Here’s how I’d make him (and age him) in SR2.

[nya27]

Aftermath

[v41entine]

“I was about to leave without you.” ⚜️ Saints Row (2006) - Decisions, Decisions

[sugich]

Carlos~

[fiishes]

Who doesn’t love that early 2000s hair 

[vinkumakkara]

Visit Original Link

“So the other day Aisha’s giving me shit ‘cause “I don’t do anything nice for her”. Can you believe that? I mean I pay for her every time we go out. So I’m like, “What the hell are you talking about? I picked up the check at the firing range!” Then she goes on and on, dinner this, flowers that… fucking bullshit, right?

… Yeah, thanks for your advice, man. You’re a big help.”

[vinkumakkara]

Visit Original Link

some of Johnny’s finest from 3rd Street Vice Kings

[vinkumakkara]

Visit Original Link

“Yeah, well, it ain’t gonna do them much good… people bleed just as well in the dark.”

[ragerermare]

I can't sleep at night again and spend time drawing my favorite characters.

[drowning-jn]

가끔 너무 그리워 나애사랑아.......

[miasmat]

perpetually confused murder man after 10 years of searching i finally found a way to play sr1 on pc (and this shit is more stable than sr2 steam port lmao)

[johnnygat]

@alphateamsfinest​

While murdering the man who had been giving her lip was an option to some, it wasn’t to any sane person or anyone who wanted to keep their fucking job. An awkward laugh- fuck she’s not really good at this part, plays it off like its a joke and not something she knows he’s more than capable of. She manages to at least steer him out of the bullpen and towards the back. They head up the stairs and then out to the roof- she doesn’t bother to put the brick there that the rest of them do when they sneak out to smoke, she can get in either way-before she turns around.

“I’m happy as shit to see you but- what in the fuck were you thinking!” Jill barely stops the laugh that gets out, moves to lean back against the railing. “Also- I thought you were in with Dad?”

  “Oh,  like you didn’t wanna fuckin’ blow that guy’s head off?”  Following her lead with an accusatory finger remaining pointed at a man handcuffed,  bound to the police station’s back of house seating area.  Johnny didn’t lower his voice to spare him the ridicule,  and he was not self aware enough to be bothered by RPD’s goons in blue trying to make heads or tails of this brash-mouthed stranger making threads in their lobby.  Jill is wise enough to shepherd him where his words cannot rile anyone else up,  and he goes along without thinking twice about it.

   He laments the stairs with a sharp,  “Can’t you motherfuckers afford an elevator?”  taking them slower than he ought to.

    With no other outlet for all these violent urges,  Johnny meets the brick with a kick in passing,  letting it ring out against the door before joining Jill on the rooftop rendezvous. 

   “Tch.  You can’t call anybody now?”  Johnny turned her question right around on her,  the heat of a challenge just on the tip of his tongue,  but she might know it as that typical obstitinate way of talking.  “They couldn’t book me cuz the witnesses wouldn’t come forward to help their little bullshit case on me.  Lawyers are all talk,  if they’d just start swingin’ a bat around they’d win a helluva lot more.

    “But forget all that.  You’re a cop now?”  Behind the sharp angles of his shades,  Johnny’s eyes become incredulous.  “What the fuck is that about?”

[johnnygat]

Gimme half your sandwich I'm hungry.

"Fuck you. You can have the shitty salad part though." Proceeds to dismantle said sandwich, putting the mayo-wet lettuce and other vegetable toppings directly into her hand.

[johnnygat]

Tosses him a bag from freckle bitches

   The cheap, grease sodden paper bag crumples in his fist. From behind the gun in his other hand, he looks over at Shaundi. “What? Is it my birthday?” More likely, she was paying up for some long-forgotten debt that was owed.