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Post by citizenmike on Aug 3, 2009 6:51:09 GMT -5
Warning: The Following Roleplay Is Pure And Utter Nonsense. Reader Discretion is Advised. The Players: Lain, Mr. Bistre (Johnny) , Mr. Sangria (Trace) , Mr. Cerulean (Kiel) , Mr. Razzmatazz (Tommy Tyrant) , Mr. Sunglow (Daemon) , and finally, Mr. Magenta (Arqus) The Plan: Mr. Bistre held the crowd along with Mr. Sunglow and Mr. Magenta, while Mr. Sangria and Cerulean would go up to the second floor and take the Golden Womb of Sheena Easton from the vault.
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Post by childofthehunt on Aug 3, 2009 7:01:21 GMT -5
Upon entering the building, Mr. Magenta walked around confidently. He held his head high, scanning the place with his lazy, but beautiful blue eyes.
Immediately, the women noticed the handsome stranger in the suit.
"Prepare to be dazzled." Bremmen mumbled under his breath with a wicked smile.
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Post by Trace on Aug 3, 2009 13:14:19 GMT -5
Mr. Sangria spent the first few seconds scanning the room, looking for any and all possible escape routes if they needed a quick get-away. Trace spotted the steps to the second floor, which is where their target was. Just down to the others to take care of the crowd before himself and Cerulean could make their move.
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Post by cyansky on Aug 4, 2009 13:26:05 GMT -5
Kiel gazed at their surrounding as it walked beside Sangria, a confidant smile on its face. It didn't know how to get around the building, but it had Sangria's assistance and the right equipment for dispatching the guards, and if it did get its hands on the womb, it knew where to go and what to do, but if they wanted to avoid the police's handcuffs, they had to act, and act fast.
It turned to Sangria.
"Ready?"
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Post by Trace on Aug 5, 2009 4:38:45 GMT -5
"Ready?"
Mr. Sangria subtly checked that his personal pistol was loaded, before holstering it, hidden by his suit.
"Of course. Lets do this."
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Post by cyansky on Aug 5, 2009 11:50:42 GMT -5
Kiel grinned at Sangria. This was going to be fun indeed. Risky with a chance of goign horribly wrong, but suitable entertainment after a period of boredom. It loved adventure, but it had absolutely no intention of getting itself killed, captured or incapacitated.
And it meant it.
Seriously.
Even if things went horribly wrong (which Kiel had factored in as a possibility, as any good adventurer would). This may be a ridiculous job, but Kiel intended to do it in a professional manner. It was for Syl, which was more than enough of a reason for Kiel to do whatever it took to survive.
"That's the spirit," said Kiel confidantly. "Lead the way, Sangria."
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Post by childofthehunt on Aug 13, 2009 10:49:50 GMT -5
"Excuse me, excuse me." Bremmen called the crowd's attention, clapping his hand.
When they all turned to look at him, he was holding out a paper bill. A dazzling grin plastered on his beautiful face.
"Can anyone break this bill for me? I wanted to get myself a soda over there." He informed, nodding towards the soda machine.
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Post by Trace on Aug 13, 2009 10:54:10 GMT -5
Trace waited for the Magenta's distraction before looking at Cerulean.
"Come on, we need to be quick and indiscreet." he said, walking quickly to the stairs while everyone was still looking at Magenta. He was hoping that they could get the target before a firefight or a hostage situation ensued.
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Post by childofthehunt on Aug 13, 2009 11:04:30 GMT -5
Majority of the crowd were woman. Seeing Bremmen, and his deliriously good looks, they all came running towards him, waving their coin purses and wallets.
In an instant a crowd gathered infront of Mr.Magenta.
"How much do you need?"
"I have enough here for 10 sodas for you!"
"I'll give you the cash, just go out with me!"
"How much? How much is it? Tell me!"
The women were going crazy. Bremmen was liking the attention. He turned his head towards Mr.Sangria and nodded, as if to tell them to start the hiest.
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Post by cyansky on Aug 13, 2009 11:09:22 GMT -5
"Excellant, Magenta," said Kiel quietly, as it looked at him showing off his beauty for distraction purposes.
Vain pricks, thought Kiel, although surprisingly useful. Humans are so superficial it might count as a flaw, and a predictabel one at that. But... maybe I should take that back... I do not want to be a hypocrite. Back in the past, I had Asarek use a tactic like that in one of my hiests.
It turned to Sangria, grinning. Indiscreet? thought Kiel, watch your words, penis on stilts. Do you want to let everyone else in on what we're doing?!
Kiel followed behind Sangria, its grin now reduced a confident smile.
"I'm right behind you."
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Post by childofthehunt on Aug 13, 2009 11:34:50 GMT -5
Bremmen raised his hand higher, with the bill stuck between his pointing and middle finger. The women were trying to grab it from him. He was now completely surrounded. He was surprised when he noticed that a few men were also present in the crowd, shouting "We wanna help you too angel!"
"No! I'll help him!"
"Let me help you with your soda!"
"Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!"
They were pressing against him, as they tried to snatch the bill out of his hand. Bremmen was blushing furiously, loving every second of it.
"Easy everyone."
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Post by citizenmike on Aug 15, 2009 12:40:19 GMT -5
Bistre walked up to Mr. Magenta and whispered, "What the hell are you doing, man? The last thing we need is attention and you're dazzling the place up like a Cher-impersonator in Vegas!".
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Post by childofthehunt on Aug 15, 2009 13:17:13 GMT -5
Bremmen looked away from his adoring public and gave Mr.Bistre an evil look.
"At least it's actually working." He said though clenched teeth. "And didn't the fag with the rat for a pet said we need to distract them?"
Bremmen waved at the crowd. They all sighed and screamed like a couple of Jonas Brother's fanatics.
"They all seem to be pretty distracted to me."
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Post by Trace on Aug 15, 2009 15:12:29 GMT -5
Trace made his way up the stairs, making sure not to draw any attention to himself. At the top of the stairs he quickly scoped the room, making sure there were no guards present. Sadly, guards were the least of their problem. The room was wall to wall safes, none of them looking any different from the others.
"Okay, which one is it?"
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Post by cyansky on Aug 15, 2009 16:11:56 GMT -5
Kiel followed Trace, unnoticed and ignored. Not that it minded. Kiel wasn't too fond of attention, especially negative attention. This is for you, Syl, it thought, all for you.
Kiel blinked and snapped ack to reality as Sangria spoke.
"Okay, which one is it?"
It shrugged at Trace's question, looking around at all of the safes. They were big, plain, and uniform, all having some form of identification on them in the form of letters and numbers on top of them.
Its smile persisted as it spoke.
"Isn't it obvious, Sangria? No guards, no security personal, no fancy laser guns, no machine constructs, no guard dogs, no booby traps around here and tons and tons of safes, all with their own form of identification! Probably meant for the use of the bank's... other customers. If we know humans like we do, they tend to like guarding their extremely valuable stuff with flashy high tech equipment and highly trained personel. Perhaps we should look elsewhere..."
It then began to walk ahead, as it grinned back at him.
"Unless you think that they're trying to trick us by having us waste time by ripping apart all of these safes and leaving us wide open to the law enforcement, thus exposing us and giving the police enough of an excuse to shoot us. Nice, hmm? So what do you want to do, Sangria? Clock's ticking. Security cameras are..."
At that moment, winds blew around the area. Wind blades appeared, but only for a split second. Soon, under their influence, all of security cameras fell down. Wind blades appeared, so as they crashed to the ground, they shattered into a million pieces, destroying the memory within. More winds blew, scattering the pieces everywhere in all the nooks and crannies of the bank. If detectives wanted the cameras, they would be searching forever for all the pieces. And there would be no memory in them to help them in determining who did it.
"Well, I spoke too soon," said Kiel, still grinning. "There goes the evidence."
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