Grand Theft Gastin (For Vivian)

Standing outside a liquor store was the notorious Clyde T. Gastin, a young man who had fallen from grace itself and now had absolutely nothing to lose with his family and friends gone from his life, Clyde has hit an all time low. His life was nothing all over again. A Fall from Grace Indeed for the once proud and confident Texan who had reduced himself into a shell of a man, back to being the alcoholic he always was. He could not fight his fate to die this way.

So on the streets of Kyoto he sat alone on a nearby curb, drinking his troubles away with a bottle of whiskey, hoping the bottle would kill him because he didn't have the guts to off himself with the revolver he carried in his trenchcoat. He held the damn thing to his head all day, fully loaded, but he just didn't have the heart to kill himself yet. He was meant to atone for his sins on earth until the very end it seemed.

But Why Delay It?

Clyde had nothing to lose anymore. He had driven the love of his life away, lost his friends, his family, he had nothing, absolutely no one. He just wanted the pain to stop and he didn't know how. So he looked up and saw the liquor store right in front of him, he licked his lips at the sight before wiping a tear away from his eyes, standing up on his wobbly legs before he dropped the bottle, letting it smash below him.

He wore misery on his face, along with a White T-Shirt, Blue Jeans, a Brown Trenchcoat, Cowboy Hat and Brown Cowboy Boots. He then grabbed a Bandanna from his pocket and fastened it around his face to conceal his identity. If he survived this, he was going to get something out of it. Liquor Money.

"Just like old times... Momma Forgive Me..." He'd say before he charged into the liquor store with his [url=http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090127005429/fallout/images/archive/1/17/20101202225712!.44_magnum_revolver_%28Fallout_3%29.png:l71dypdr]Revolver[/url:l71dypdr] raised up high towards the cashier of the liquor store.

"Oi! Give me the Money, Goddammit!!!" Clyde would let out as he held his gun in the man's face, not wanting to kill him, but he wanted the money. The Clerk with a panic, screaming some Japanese that Clyde didn't understand before he opened the register and handed all the money to Clyde, who would in turn stuff it all in his coat.

"Ari Got Toe!" The Texan would let out with a grin under his bandana before he took the gun away from the man's face and proceeded to run out of the store, gun in hand and sprint down the alley way where he hoped he'd get away.

Clyde didn't know how much Yen he was carrying, nor did he really care. He only thought about running and getting away down that alley as fast as he could before he heard that horrible sound of a gunshot not far off from behind him. Clyde's heart skipped a beat as he heard that sound, he thought he had been shot again. He had been shot already once before and couldn't deny he was afraid even though part of him was seeking Death itself.

"You ain't takin' me alive, friend!!!" Clyde would howl out while running, turning his gun on the officer before firing a shot towards her without aiming much. It wouldn't hit her, but he hoped it would stop her from getting a good shot on him as he neared a fence.

If she didn't hit his leg, Clyde would jump at the fence and climb over it before jumping off and continuing to run down the alley.

"...Four Shots Left... Goddammit..." Clyde muttered to himself after discharging another round towards Camille as he dashed his way down the alleyway, he wasn't trying to kill nobody with this little stunt, but he had to keep himself alive against that damn cop.

He turned himself away from her to keep on running at full speed, not even noticing that Camille had taken a short cut down the alleyway. Completely unaware that she was a good 50 steps behind him. Clyde wasn't about to turn back and check now that he saw another chain link fence in his way.

Clyde jumped at the fence immediately once in range, trying to climb up as quick as he could before Camille caught him.