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[IC] Bourbon & Glock (Heist RP)

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[IC] Bourbon & Glock (Heist RP)

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Re: [IC] Bourbon & Glock (Heist RP)

Post by Rick » Sun Jun 03, 2018 1:44 am

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Bright lights, expensive champagne, loud music. These were the things that Elsie was used to. Growing bored of. Also things that Humphrey never let her do. But Humphrey was dead--heart attack, probably. She could still feel the weight of his fragile old body on top of her as it laid limp after seven and a half minutes of passion (she had been counting). But that had been six months, twelve mediation sessions, four arguments with his children - who were not much younger than her - ago. Sure, the pre-nup made her a millionaire anyways. But she wanted more. Humphrey, for as much as she had to put up with--and bad sex was nothing to put up with-- was worth so much more than what she was about to walk away with.

She took another hit of her overly sweet champagne. Fuck, she was so bored.

The white of her dress was too pure, the diamond on her left ring finger shown too bright.

There was a ding from her cellphone.

“Heard about your patient, my condolences. Happen to be in town, wanna grab a drink, Nurse?”

Marcos sipped his diet coke as he re-read the text he had just sent to his old accomplice. He leaned his back against the door of his rented black Mercedes and looked across the parking lot to the McDonalds he had walked out of. Years ago they both had gotten a bite to eat there and then come back hours later to rob the place for fun. This caused Marcos to reminisce about the good old days, he loved to romanticize his past. Back then they would run cons on the local rich kids, seeing how far they could get them to pay for jewelry, bags, clothing, trips to Europe, and most importantly, drugs. It was a game to them, making their characters more extravagant and ridiculous each time to see who would crack first. Like all good things though, it had to come to an end. Both wanted different things out of life.

Marcos always felt Elsie wanted to be part of the wealthy elite, boss around some poolside servant to refill her wine glass while vacationing in the French Riviera. Marcos didn’t want any of that, he wanted to keep having fun, to be the greatest professional criminal the world had ever seen. This game had its own rules though, and it wasn’t for the weak or undisciplined. He had been burned in New York, and now he was here, on the gold coast, seeing if his favorite accessory in crime still remembered him.

Marcos took another sip of his coke and sent another text.

“Do you accept walk ins?”

Well, well, Well. The beat flowed easily from one song to the next. She crossed her long legs, took another sip, emptying the glass, smiling at the light from her phone. Vette nudged her friend, unaware of her past but knowing she was hiding something behind the coy smile that played on Elsie’s lips. “What are you smiling about? Good news from the kids I hope?”

Elsie snorted, flicking two fingers towards the bottle boy; a signal to change from the (expensive) sugar drink to her real drink of choice--the heady full flavor of a nice straight bourbon. Not quite on the level expected of a socialite, but then again, she had been living a lie for almost six years. Maybe it was time to find herself again. “My lawyers would hardly text me at one in the morning if we were finally over this stupid legal drama.” her voice was light and so were her fingers as she moved them quickly to respond to her old friend.

“There’s a premium on late night visits.” she paused for a moment, biting her lip before adding, “and a dress code.”

Marcos followed a passing patrol car with his eyes, the red and blue sirens washing the dark downtown avenue in patriotic colors as a homeless man stumbled out of the MacDonald’s.

“God bless America,” Marcos whispered to himself as his phone buzzed with a new message.

Marcos was a both anxious and excited as he placed his thumb on the fingerprint reader on his phone, reaching out to Elsie had been a long shot, the pampered life style might have changed her. What if she didn’t want to play this game anymore? What if she had become comfortable? All his fears were quickly set aside once he read her texts, it was classic Elsie. Marcos couldn’t hold back a grin as he replied.

“I’ll take that as a yes. So, same dress code as always? Socks, shoes, and a bottle of Daniels?”
Marcos being Marcos couldn’t help but to send one last text.

“Make sure you’re wearing your nurse outfit, and let the club know I’m coming.”

Marcos took one last sip of his diet coke before tossing it in the trash like it was the winning shot before the buzzer rang.
“Kobe!”
Marcos got into his Mercedes and pulled out of the parking lot and into the dimly lit LA streets.

Elsie relished the sting of bourbon as it slid down her throat. Her phone buzzed again. Vette kept talking. Marcos always seemed to have perfect timing. There was only one reason he was reaching out and Elsie welcomed the distraction. She didn’t respond to his last text and she made no move to add him to any list. If there was one thing she could say she missed about their old friendship, it was the little games they played.

“--and that’s when I told him that if he wanted to stick that in me, he’d have to pay me double. Like, god. I’m an escort, not a fool.”

Elsie furrowed her brow at her younger friend and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. There was a certain quality that the Puerto Rican spitfire lacked that would never see her reach the level of success Elsie had. Although Elsie had to give it to her, Vette dreamed of the whole Pretty Woman ending. Elsie just did it for the laughs and the quick cash. Although Humphrey was nice enough, had she known about the kids she probably wouldn’t have picked him. Funny how they called her a witch, seductress, pretty young thing who couldn’t really love an old man, when they were nowhere to be found in his darkest nights.

She swirled the three cubes of ice around once, twice, stopping midway through the third swish before bringing the perfect amber liquid to the tip of her tongue. She remembered late nights, just like this one, only with slightly less people and slightly worse whiskey. Celebration of a job pulled off with only one or two close calls. They had met under one of those close calls, she, newly eighteen and finally off the hook for running away from foster parent after foster parent. He, slightly older, his story yet unknown to her. He offered her a swig out of a brown paper bag, and then another after the initial coughing fit ran out. She opened up to him, boasted about charming her way through a robbery--she had never used a gun and often times the people had no idea they were being played. Picked a pocket or two just by batting her eyes. He seemed intrigued, offered her a cigarette from his gold case. And then he offered her the world.

Marcos quietly sat inside his car, looking across the street at the private club where Elsie waited for him. He had been here before, with her, when they had worked the rich Chinese students studying medicine at USC. Those kids had been used to Chinese luxury, but the idea of drinking with the elite of Los Angeles had proven to be too enticing, especially with Marcos and Elsie working their charm. Now Marcos had to figure out how to get inside, he hadn’t failed to notice that Elsie hadn’t responded to his texts after he sent the last one. This was a game; he was sure of it.

Marcos reached into his pocket and pulled out a thin gold cigarette case, masterfully opening it with only one hand. He pulled out one cigarette, placed it on his lips, shut the case close, and put it back in his pocket. Marcos didn’t light the cigarette; he was trying to quit but it was a habit of his to smoke before starting a job. Holding the cigarette in his mouth helped him focus, which he was trying to do while he watched the front door to the club spin around and around as film industry producers, directors, and reality TV stars made their way out with their entourages. That was his way in, he just had to wait for the right group to casually slip in with to gain entrance.

A gaggle of young women with cowboy hats and designer bags, definitely not them. The next group to walk in were bankers and trust fund brokers, a crowd he wouldn’t be able to stand for more than a minute.

“Third time’s the charm,” Marcos opened the door to his car and quickly caught up to a group of twenty something guys who clearly had been drinking and had that look of “I live off of daddy’s money” that made con men salivate.

“Havin’ a wild night, eh, bruv?” Marcos put on his best British street accent and approached the group with elegant swagger.

Before the leader of the group could respond Marcos pulled out his gold cigarette case, opened it in one fluid motion like he had practiced, and offered the boy one.

“Don’t look so bait, son, just offerin’ you to bun a joint, I ain’t no five-oh, as you Americans like to say,” Marcos motioned for the boy to take one with a charming smile on his face.

“I’m half Irish, you know, I’m not just American,” the clearly Polish descendant blurted out as he reached for and got one of the cigarettes, Marcos immediately closing the case shut so the others wouldn’t get one. This pleased the group leader, which was Marcos’ goal, to get his mark to see him as an equal and his friends as less than.

“So, what you lads up to? I’m just visitin’, well, not really visitin’, I’m workin’ on a film over in the Warner Brothers lot, you know of it?” Marcos asked them like it was possible for anyone who lived in LA to not know where the Warner Brothers lot was located.

She had waited for what felt like an eternity. The scent of excitement was heavy in the air after years of being pushed into a polite, docile corner. She ran a perfectly manicured finger through her hair and kept her eyes locked on the club entrance. She’d give Marcos a few more minutes, it was an easy club to get into, if you played your cards right. And if she remembered, he did pretty well at the tables.

“You working on a movie?!” One of the members from the entourage excitedly asked, but Marcos ignored him, he would wait until the group leader asked him the same question.

“So,” the kid was trying to play cool, lighting up his smoke and taking a long drag,” you working on a movie, anything we might have heard about?”

That was it, the one and only challenge the kid would offer and Marcos was ready for it.

“Ah, I don’t know,” Marcos took the cigarette off his mouth and twirled it in his hand,” You lads ever heard of Guy Ritchie? He’s directing the ‘movie’.”

“Dude, get out of here, really?”

“Guy Ritchie? No way, he’s awesome!”

“Dude, dude, I fookin’ love Snatch, best fookin’ movie I have ever seen…”

Everyone turned to look at the last guy to speak, his friends clearly embarrassed by his slip into the weakest British accent they had ever heard, Marcos feigning annoyance at the sacrilege of his character’s accent.

“Well, lads, I was about to go in here and blag me a couple of drinks, if you fancy joinin’ me,” Marcos tossed the cigarette he had been fiddling with to the side, pleased to see the heads of every one of the kids turn to look at it as it hit the curb.

Marcos had them on the palm of his hands.

“Oh, yeah, sure, man, we were just going in ourselves.”

“Sounds like a plan, then, lads, after you,” Marcos extended his arm, indicating for the group to go in, then Marcos followed along behind them.

There she was, sitting in one of the tables near the bar, looking absolutely magnificent. Marcos smirked, she was a natural, one would think she had been born into wealth.

“Going to head to the little lad’s room, if that’s alright, you boys make yourselves at home, going to the pool bar, ey?” No one had mentioned the pool bar, but Marcos expertly put that idea into their heads, now they wouldn’t interrupt him while he spoke to Elsie.

“Sounds good, man, we will see you there!?”

Marcos didn’t bother responding or heading to the restroom, he simply made his way over to Elsie, taking the seat next to Vette while calling the waiter over.

“She’ll have another one of those,” Marcos pointed at Vette’s drink, “and I’ll have a whisky, neat, put it on her tab,” Marcos signaled towards Elsie before making himself comfortable.

“So, ladies, night treating you well?”

She’d been watching him since the moment he walked in, all swagger and sway. She said nothing as he ordered his drinks but Vette sat wide eyed and slack jawed at the man beside her. Elsie leaned back, all boredom and smirked. “You make friends fast.” She moved her head in the direction of the bachelor party frat boy group Marcos had picked to walk in with. “And what makes you so sure I have a tab?”

Vette’s eyes darted back and forth before she found her voice. “Wait. Wait, wait. You know him?” She threw an equally well manicured thumb in Marcos direction. Her body turned to him, the blush of her cheeks making her freckles pop. “You’re cute,” to Marcos, to Elsie, eyes kept locked on Marcos, “How do you always find the cutest guys.” she was turning on her escort charm and Elsie didn’t stop her. Vette ran a finger along the lapel of his jacket, touch light, wrists limp, giggling at nothing. This time Elsie didn’t bother holding back the roll of her eyes. She took another hit of her bourbon. This was one of those moments where Vette could have used that lacking quality, or the ability to read her mark.

Marcos grinned, that wide shark like grin of his when he found someone attempting to work him over.

“Well, aren’t you friendly,” Marcos gracefully brought his hand up to Vette’s chin and looked into her eyes, studying them.

“Is this one of yours, Sissy? I didn’t know you had your own crew...she has potential, just needs someone to guide her, properly.”

The waiter came around with the drinks, with precise movement he took the empty glasses and placed Marcos’ and Vette’s drinks in front of them, giving his audience a fine twirl as he left. Marcos picked up his glass, looking right at Elsie through it.

“Honestly, I would have been very surprised if you didn’t have a tab, Sissy, wouldn’t fit with the current character you have going,” Marcos took a sip from his whisky and let it slowly roll down his throat, enjoying every drop of it.

Marcos studied Elsie; was this a character? Or was this who Elsie always wanted to be? She still liked playing little games, like they used to, but what was a silly game compared to what he really came here for. What was a game compared to grand larceny in the first degree?

Vette’s eyes somehow got bigger than they already were at the sound of the nickname falling off Marcos lips as if the past 6 years hadn’t happened. “Oh. Em. Gee. Elsie Jean I wouldn't have guessed you--”

Elsie shot her a look to shut her up, “Marcos this is Vette. And Vette’s going now. Oh, listen to that, isn’t that your favorite song? Why don’t you go work your magic and find someone to help me pay of this supposed tab of mine.” Marcos only used that name when he wanted to annoy her, so clearly he wanted to talk. Well, texting her out of the blue was the first clue, this was just the icing on the cake. And Elsie really hated cake. Vette pouted, literally pouted, then stuck her tongue out at Elsie, then turned the charm back to Marcos.

She slid off the lounge couch with something like defiance, then turned to Marcos “It was a pleasure to meet you Marcos, you should come find me on the dance floor later if this one takes her claws off of you.”

She sauntered off through the ropes. Elsie didn’t watch her leave. Her eyes hadn’t left Marcos since he sat down. She finished off the bourbon, held her glass out for another. She bent over, draped her arms on her knees, placed a fist under her chin. “As much as I like a good surprise, Hun, what are you doing on this side of the tracks?”

Marcos extended his left arm and rested it on the head of the lounge couch, he still held his drink with his other hand. Theatrics. Games. Lies. Those were the tools of his trade, but he didn’t want to play games, not with Elsie, not right now. Marcos had played his games in New York, he had thought himself the smartest guy in the room, and all that got him was betrayal. Elsie had been there since the beginning, or the closest anyone had ever been to knowing Marcos before he had turned into the man he was today. He remembered how she used to look at him with those eyes of hers, the fire, the trust…

Marcos sighed, gulped his drink, and smacked it down on the table, hissing as the liquor burned its way down.

“I...I wanted to see you, if you can believe that, we didn’t exactly leave off on a great note since last time, and, more importantly, I wanted to ask you if you were finally ready to do what we always talked about, running our own crew,” Marcos didn’t look away from her gaze, which didn’t betray what was going on in her mind.

This wasn’t the naive and young Elsie of old, this one was a hunter. Sissy reminded Marcos of a lioness, it was in the way she carried herself now. Marcos didn’t know if he liked her better now or how she was before. Only time would tell.

Well, well, well. She leaned back, accepting the fresh glass of bourbon on ice. Crossed one arm over the other and took another hit of her drink. She had hoped the gesture would hide the sparkle in her eyes at the prospect of getting back into the real game. It wasn’t that she couldn’t believe he was here, what she couldn’t believe was his timing. She took in a deep breath and held it for three heartbeats. She wasn’t exactly happy about the way they had left things. It didn’t seem that long ago, but ‘Sissy’ was the epitome of Cyndi Lauper’s philosophy of girls just wanting to have fun, and the prospect of a lot of money and zero jail time. He hadn’t exactly walked away free from guilt either.

“How do you catch a moonbeam in your hand?” she finally let out, punctuating the question with another sip of her drink and a smile on her lips.

Marcos laughed. He couldn’t hold it in. He remembered those nights when they’d get to their safe house, drunk on adrenaline and high on success, only for Elsie to want to watch the Sound of Music.

“She is gentle, she is wild, she is a riddle, she is...a child. A moonbeam indeed.”

Marcos reached over to Elsie, like he was about to take her hand, then quickly reached for her drink. He sipped it, let it wash over his tongue before gulping it down.

“Am I going to have to work my charm on you? Is this what this is? I have to convince you that being a bored housewife doesn’t suit you?” Marcos didn’t want to play games, but Elsie had a way of making it irresistible not to.

Mock shock and then, “Well, at the very least you’re going to have to buy me another drink. On your own tab this time.”

“Fine, but I got to say, of all the things I thought would bother you, putting a drink on your tab was the last one...actually, to be honest, it didn’t make it on the list. You have become a real penny pincher in your excess wealth, Sissy,” Marcos called the waiter over once again, but this time handed him a fat stack of bills.

“Bring us the bottle of whatever she was having and two clean glasses, guy, keep the rest for yourself.”

Elsie snorted, crossing her arms but forcing herself to look more relaxed than she felt at the moment. “I only do charity for publicity these days, Marcos. Once you reach the top, you find out the only way to stay there is to not throw money around like it grows on trees.” She shifted and then, “In any case, I’m not a bored housewife, I’m a socialite with a lot of responsibilities.”

“Are you trying to convince me,” Marcos took another sip of Elsie’s drink for dramatic effect,” or yourself?”

“I don’t have to convince anyone of anything, Marcos. I’m just informing you that I have too much money and too many other things going on in my life to be playing heist games with you. It was fun while it lasted, but hate to break it to you, Sissy grew up.”

Was she angry? Marcos never knew when to stop, getting what he wanted from her would be just a little bit harder with her pissed off.

“Did you, Elsie? Did you ever grow up? We had nothing except each other back then, what do we have now? Honestly, what the hell do we have. I lost everything in New York, and you,” now Marcos was getting heated,” in an ocean of rich dick heads and the only friend you have is that girl, who, by the way, I will be getting her number before I finish this up.”

Marcos rubbed his temples, this wasn’t going the way he had hoped, but he knew he couldn’t be surprised at Elsie snapping at him. He deserved it, even if he would never admit it.

“Alright, Elsie, if this is how you want it. I decided on my drive back to LA that I would be more honest, so here goes,” Marcos reached into his jacket breast pocket and pulled out his phone.

Marcos fiddled with it for a moment and then slid it across the table to Elsie. “Widow gets nothing!” read the headline to an LA Times article.

“So, can we talk now?”

She stopped breathing for a moment, she wasn’t sure how long. But the bottle showed up and she poured herself a double shot. Who cared if the bourbon snobs out there would balk at her shooting Bulleit Rye whiskey like it was some well swill. She could have been honest from the get go, but she really was bored. “First of all, five million is hardly nothing.” She poured another two fingers and sipped it this time. “Secondly, what happened to you in New York had nothing to do with me and everything to do with your impulse problem.” Another gulp. “And thirdly, I practically have the rest of the money in the bag. Just, wrapped up in some legal issues with some bratty kids. I don’t need your judgement.” she finished her glass and poured another, no point in keeping up the act. “Also, Vette’s basically a low brow escort. You won’t even need her number.”

“Even better, this is seriously taking most of my energy anyway, an easy lay is what I need,” Marcos reached for the bottle and poured himself a healthy amount of bourbon,” now, I’m going to take the end of that little tirade as my cue, so here’s my pitch,” Marcos took a deep gulp of the bourbon, completely ignoring the fact he was starting to get a buzz,” You’re right, Elsie, five million is not nothing, but let’s be honest with ourselves for a moment, if we can, what are you going to do with it? Invest it? Ha! You certainly can’t keep living like this,” Marcos sat up right and extended both hands as he looked around the club,” I don’t think you want this story to end with you moving to Pasadena and living off a fixed income for the rest of your life.”

Marcos slunk back on the couch,” Let’s use it, Elsie, let’s use it for what we always talked about doing, all those nights we spent dreaming about pulling our own heists, making all that money for ourselves! And i’m not just talking about banks or jewelry stores, we could go international!”

Marcos stood and walked over to Elsie, sitting next to her, his eyes wide with amazement, lost in his perfect fantasy,” We could steal the Mona Lisa and dine in Paris, we can take the Emperor’s seal in China and dance in Hong Kong, this world can be ours, Elsie, and we finally have the means to achieve it, why be a socialite when you could be queen, why limit yourself to this, when we could have so much more?”

“You’re drunk, Marcos,” but he wasn’t wrong. Why else would she have made an old fragile man her mark if she didn’t expect to continue on in a few years? He could always read her, and she used to be able to read him. They worked well together because they couldn’t bullshit one another. She couldn’t let the embarrassment of one failed job take that away from her. She sighed, and sipped the rest of her glass. “Fine. What else have I got to lose?”

Marcos smiled, That, He thought to himself, is how you catch a moon beam with your hands.
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Re: [IC] Bourbon & Glock (Heist RP)

Post by Aurelia Courville » Fri Jun 22, 2018 11:57 pm

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Marcos tapped his foot impatiently as he waited in the biggest office of an abandoned warehouse building recently purchased by his partner in crime, Elsie Jean van der Hoek. The entire place was large open spaces and cold slabs of concrete walls. In other words, it was perfect. The process to find the right building for Elsie’s and Marcos’ latest criminal venture had taken a few months; they had to ensure it was located in an area with low police presence, almost no pedestrians, and lots of roads in case one had to make a quick getaway. Then there was the small issue of setting up shell companies and looking up deceased individuals who wouldn’t mind if their names were borrowed for some minor fraud and identity theft. If things went sideways, they had to make sure none of this lead the police back to Elsie or Marcos.

Now they had moved on to the next part of their plan, recruiting a capable crew. Elsie was supposed to arrive half an hour earlier than the scheduled meeting, but she was running late. Marcos wanted to go over their plan - for the tenth time - but the girl loved being fashionably late.

“Good news everyone.” High heels clicked on concrete as Elsie flung the door open and walked towards the only person in the room at the moment. So what if whoever he had scheduled this meeting for was meant to be there in ten minutes. She had had to plan the perfect outfit (a Natalea Asymmetrical open-back dress in black, long sleeves and a thick belt with three perfectly gold plated leopards faced out; Saks Fifth Avenue was having a sale) and schedule a contractor to cover up the hideous walls of their new found warehouse. She’d already started on her office in the loft in theory, but what was the point of spending as much money as she did on an empty space?

Marcos didn’t look happy. She paused her news to tilt her head and move her sunglasses down off her face with a pout. “Oh, don’t give me that look. The interview isn’t scheduled for another ten minutes, and when have you known thieves to be punctual?”

Marcos clenched his jaw; sure, Elsie looked fabulous, but she didn’t exactly have the wealth she did before her patient kicked the bucket. They were working on a limited budget, and while five million was a big budget, heists tended to fall on the expensive side of financial ventures. He couldn’t say anything about her expenditures either, she’d eat him alive.

Marcos simply raised both his in the air, ”I haven’t said anything, guilty conscience?” he could see Elsie was about to start so Marcos waved her off and got up and off Elsie’s chair.

“Take your seat, we don’t have time and we need to discuss a strategy here, this guy is a veteran and we need him to help us form a crew,” Marcos walked to the otherside of the desk and took a sat on a smaller, cheaper seat.

Elsie pressed her lips in a tight line at his quip about her feeling guilty. Far from it. She felt fantastic. An end of an era. And there was nothing Marcos could say to her today to take that away. She did, however, stick her tongue out at his back as she took her seat and he switched to his.

“We need him, but we can’t let him walk out of here with more than 15% of whatever take we get from jobs,” Marcos rubbed his hands together excitedly, after months of work they were finally getting to the interesting part of running a criminal organization, ”Should we...should we come up with a name? For us, for our little organization?”

She placed sunglasses folded on the table neatly and settled into her seat, legs crossed at the ankle. Her hands folded neatly on the table as she listened. “Sure. Whatever gets me a quicker return on my investment.” she might have been the “money guy” but she didn’t have a head for business. “I’ll soften him, you handle the hard stuff. And as for the name…” she brought her hands up as if writing a banner in the air, “I’m glad you asked, I was thinking the ‘Phantom Syndicate.’” She smiled at her own joke. “It’s good, right?”

Marcos took out his gold cigarette case and spun it around with his left hand, settling into a more laid back posture on his chair.

“The Phantom Syndicate,” Marcos repeated the name, almost as if he was testing it out, seeing the effects the name had once said aloud, grinning,” yeah, I think it’s best we table this discussion for another time, don’t get me wrong, I think it’s a great name, i’ll just add it to the maybe list,” Marcos gave his best sauve smile but he knew Elsie would see it for the shit eating grin that is was.

Marcos opened his case and took out a single cigarette, running it just under his nostrils as he took in the cigarette stimulating and full scent. Merely a taste to control his desire to smoke one right then and there; but that wasn’t the real reason. Marcos liked to think he had an iron will, if he decided he wasn’t going to smoke anymore, then nothing could make him break that decision. He kept the case on him at all times as a reminder that any other man or woman would have cracked by now, but not him, no, Marcos didn’t break. Not just anyone could start a successful criminal enterprise, but he would, because he was Marcos. He tapped twice on Elsie’s desk with his knuckles as he stood.


“I heard his car, he’s here, let's go start a criminal empire,” Marcos said to Elsie with a grin that hid the fact if he was serious or not; It was one thing to have a heist crew, it was a whole 'nother ball game to have a "criminal empire".

The warehouse was exactly right where it was supposed to be, in the middle of an old industrial park that hadn’t seen much use lately. Neil Blair parked his Subaru in the attached lot, checking his watch as he shut the door. A little early, but really. What else was he going to do all day? (And, not that he’d admit it, he was a little nervous about this meeting. It had been almost a decade since his last big job now.)

He even felt a little underdressed, despite this being nothing like a regular job interview. Briefly he wondered if he should have maybe gone for at least business casual, before dismissing the thought as too little too late. He was here already, after all, and it’s not like his SUV could be waved off as a passing car, considering, you know, the lack of those.

So, trepidation be damned, he squared his shoulders and walked in to his appointment. It didn’t take long for him to yet again regret his choice of slacks and the henley Hailey had gotten him last Father’s Day. “I wasn’t aware this was a formal affair…” he stated, managing to keep any hint of nerves from his voice.

“Neil!” Marcos walked towards the veteran thief with his hand outstretched and a giant grin on his face, he was glad to see his old friend once again,” glad you could make it! Please take a seat, take a seat, this is my business partner, Elsie,” Marcos pulled out a chair for Neil to sit on,” and as you know, this is Neil Blair, Elsie.” she nodded her reply.

Marcos sat on the edge of Elsie’s desk and crossed his arms, giving his full attention to Neil,” So, old timer, did you bring those files I asked you to?” Marcos had texted Neil days ago to prepare dossiers on what he believed where a group of young, talented individuals looking for a great opportunity in the criminal underworld. Neil took out a packet of folders held together by string twine and handed them to Marcos.

Marcos took the pack of dossiers hungrily and laid them out on Elsie’s desk. This was very much like opening a christmas gift for Marcos, each dossier represented an individual that could potentially join his little escapade and lead him towards eternal glory. A bit dramatic, but that was how Marcos truly felt, he would become a legend in the world of thieves. His hand carefully ran through a few of them, opening up the folders and inspecting them. Some had photographs, others police sketches of the individuals. Marcos was curious as to how Neil got those, something he would have to remember to ask him at another time.

“Excellent, excellent, i’m already liking most of these...Neil, like always, you produce fantastic work.”

Elsie reached for one of the folders herself, perusing slowly but not actually taking in any of the words. Her eyes scanned over the picture in the corner and then flitted to the name, “Johanna.” Pretty name for a pretty girl, she could do with that. “Have you worked with all of these people, Mr. Blair?” picking up another, glancing at the picture before wincing and tossing it back in the pile and picking up a third.

“I have,” Neil answered simply, hands half in his pockets now. “Mostly on one off things, a few for a longer period. You can trust each and everyone to do whatever the job is.” He smiled a bit, feeling more at ease the more time passed, like pulling on an old favorite jacket. This was going to be fun.

“Alright...alright, alright, alright,” Marcos couldn’t help but smile, his plan, his dream, was finally becoming a reality,” Let’s go over some of these, Neil, and as you know, we are willing to offer you double your usual fee for consultation purposes, let me go get us some drinks to celebrate!”
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Re: [IC] Bourbon & Glock (Heist RP)

Post by Palacia » Fri Jun 22, 2018 11:59 pm

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Sunrays gently danced on the cheap plastic tables of Dino’s diner, coming through windows that had not been washed in weeks, bathing the interior in natural light. The owner of the place liked to keep the lights off during the day, to save money, he would say, and it was one of the things Marcos liked about this particular diner. It felt stuck in the early nineties, with hand painted advertisements promoting the Christmas specials even if they were currently in the middle of June. There was even a public phone near the bathroom, but Marcos was pretty sure it didn’t work anymore. At this point it was almost an art piece, a reminder to those who recognized it that time waited for no one, and a passing curiosity to those born after its heyday. Marcos studied the phone booth, eyeing the markings and scratches it had accumulated over the years.

That’s what happens when you stay in the game for too long, Marcos thought to himself, it tears you down.

“Here you go, sweetheart, scrambled eggs, sausage links, and hashbrowns, do you want that coffee refiled?” A plump, latina waitress beamed at him as she stood near the edge of the plastic table, her soft, doughy hand resting on her hip.

“A refill would be fantastic, Ana,” Marcos smiled at Ana as he pushed his coffee cup closer to her while he ran his fingers over the frame of his glock that was tucked into his black jeans.

Marcos kept looking out the grimey windows, waiting for two individuals he would soon have to trust with his life. Thieves weren’t exactly known for being loyal, let alone trustworthy, but these two came highly recommended by Blair. That was enough for Marcos, he trusted that man and his word. Marcos began to dig in to his eggs, pouring a healthy amount of ketchup on them and the hash brown.

“No sense in letting this get cold.”

A diner, a rather open place to discuss business. But that was the employer’s choice, well potential employer. They had yet to meet and hammer out just how lucrative an enterprise this was going to be, though at the very least he was pretty sure it wasn’t a sting operation. Blair wouldn’t do business with someone without knowing they were on the up and up, but he was armed. Concealed in his jacket, a Kel-Tec P-11, he’d prefer something with more kick but concealment was a requirement when operation so openly. He was rather overdressed, but it suited his sense of style, and resisted the notion people in his line of work all looked like hobos or some military surplus reject.

Opening the door noting that once you saw one American diner, you’d pretty much saw them all. He also quickly took at look at his potential employer, eating, so this was going to be as informal as he expected from the choice of locale. Might as well play to the part that was expected, he moved to the counter, might as well order before sitting down, save the waitress time and effort.

“I assume you make tea? If so, two sugars and a splash of milk. If not, cup of boiled water shall suffice.”

It might be the British in him, but he learned a long time ago when working in America, never go out without a teabag or two. The American fascination with coffee, ever so tiresome, couldn’t they just enjoy a good cuppa?

“To eat, sausages, bacon, eggs over hard, beans, mushrooms, and a couple of rounds of toast.”

He doubted they did the rest of what made an Ulster Fry, heck even the rest of britain found the usage of soda and potato bread odd. Never mind the misnomer of the vegetable roll, but it’ll suffice. The beans were risky, but he was sure he could manage not spilling them.

“I’ll be sitting over there, with my friend who started without me.”

Sean didn’t leave a lot of room for conversation, as his tipping came down to how good the food was not how much they talked. Leaving the waitress to deal with his order, he moved opposite his potential employer.

“Couldn’t wait till I arrived?”

Playing along with the notion they were friends meeting, he had been around the game too long to not act like someone was always watching. Might be a bit paranoid, but his line of work lead to that sort of thinking.

Marcos smiled as he chewed on his eggs, reaching out and firmly shaking Sean’s hand.

Marcos gulped, wiped his mouth and waved his hand over his plate of food,” If you are going to truly enjoy a greasy spoon’s classic egg breakfast, you really need to eat it while it’s hot, otherwise you start to taste the cheap quality, but now that you are here, let’s talk shop, shall we?” Marcos took a sip of his coffee, taking this opportunity to scour the diner for any intrusive eyes and ears.

“Now, John, I understand you are a freelance contractor, and in our business, who isn’t, but this particular...endeavour my partner and I are planning to embark on will be for more than one job. We are planning on gathering a team of experts in our field to carry out various tasks, and you, well, you come highly recommended for your hands on approach. Now, our team will take on select opportunities with surgical precision, these are big contracts, so your fee will be met...and doubled,” Marcos leaned back and rested against the plastic booth, resting his left arm over the top edge.

The soft ring of the door bell alerted the staff and other patrons to another customer. Rina was by no means an imposing presence, and if not for the jingle of the doorbell her presence may not have been noted at all. Her hair was a mess, uncombed and frizzy, one side look almost like it had once been home to braids, but they’d long since fallen apart leaving only a few loose groupings in their stead. She shuffled over to the front counter and waved the waitress over, “ Could you, um, if it isn’t too much to ask. . . make me a plate of french toast and, um, some, um, apple pie?”

Beneath the sparsely and ill grouped bangs Rina could see the waitresses questioning eyes, the expressions flowing across her face. Puzzlement, acceptance, thoughts of a remark, the underlying kindness that seemed to almost overflow from the woman. Rina’s eyes watched each movement as a predator would watch prey.

“Don’t worry about it sweety, we’ll have it right up in a second, with a bit extra apple pie on the house, oh, would you like anything to drink with that?” Ana bubbled back.

“Oh thank you so muchhh!” Rina was laying it on thick, almost enjoying it a bit too much, “ uhmn, do you happen to have some black tea?”

“We sure do sweety,”

“If it’s not too much to ask then, a cup of tea then.”

The facade dropped and Rina walked over to the group of two men and motioned with her hand for Marcos to scoot over. Without waiting she sat down, “ You had a job for me?”

Marcos scooted over with a smile then looked at Rina up and down. The girl had attitude, which was a quality Marcos enjoyed in other people, but not always.

“Riley, I’m so glad you could make it! Right to business, eh? You haven’t changed much,” Marcos kept the facade of this little booth being friends, a label most people would forget about, including their faces, because to everyone else this was nothing out of the ordinary.

She give only a small nod in response, she’d had relations with Marcos before, he knew her game.

“As I was telling John here, me and my business associate are looking to form a highly skilled team of experts that will undertake lucrative contracts, your general fee will me matched and doubled, so long as you understand that this is not a one off job, we are looking to keep both of you on retainer,” Marcos smiled that smile of his, the one that showed the universe that it revolved around him.

“These aren’t exactly your run of the mill contracts, but with a team of experts and professionals, we feel, we know, we can execute them successfully, would either of you be interested in that?”

Sean’s eyes rolled a bit, what was it with Americans getting his name wrong? Hardly a difficult name to get right, and there were even a few famous ones to get the name out there. Though his focus was on this other one, someone who was also being hired. The dropping of their facade with the waitress did not go unnoticed, someone to keep an eye on. But then everyone involved in this enterprise would require him to be vigilant, as it only took one of them to get too greedy to put them all at risk.

“I was getting tired of run of the mill, and anything for a buddy.”

Buddy, well that was an outright lie. But he still wanted to maintain the illusion of what was being discussed, though if he had a buddy it would be money. And that was something he had done quite a fair bit of anything for, so for someone who wasn’t a born liar it was true enough for him.

“So I’m in, so to speak.”

It was such a cliché line that he was tempted to put his face into his own palms, but instead opted for a shrug.

“Excellent!” Marcos proclaimed as he bit off a piece of sausage,” As you know, John, you will be our security expert on this little enterprise, and be in charge of security analysis for any contract we take up as well as crowd control for the bigger events,” Marcos turned to face Riley and tapped the table twice with his knuckles,” What about you, Riley? We need a contract negotiator like yourself to go in and charm our clients, double your usual fee, that sound good?”

Her eyes lit up, for the first time she spoke “double?” She paused a good long while, perhaps in contemplation, perhaps merely to placate her facade. “ I have one request in addition, I desire my sweet tooth to be satisfied, also a hotel with an oven would be pleasant, I expect that shouldn’t be too challenging for you and your friend right? Rico,” her tone stone cold.

“Ha, well, those are some interesting...requests, Riley, but i’m sure we can accommodate you,” Marcos looked at Sean, who Marcos thought looked...bored? indifferent?

A real professional, Marcos thought to himself, just the kind of man you want watching your back when things go sideways. Rina was a bit odd, but Neil had recommended her and Marcos trusted him. Sure, most of Neil’s recommendations had proven to be a bit offbeat, or peculiar as Elsie had put it, but they were all very skilled, and most importantly, hungry for money.


“Well, it would appear we are now in business,” Marcos reached into his pocket and pulled out two black cards with white lettering, the address of the warehouse, and handed one to each,” Friday afternoon, be there, we will discuss the job and the take, as for now….here she is!,” Ana the waitress waddled over to the table with a large smile on her face and two plates of food,” Let’s eat!”
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Re: [IC] Bourbon & Glock (Heist RP)

Post by BrookeDi » Sat Jun 23, 2018 12:02 am

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Marcos had decided on a pair of white slacks and a baby blue polo with matching brown loafers and belt. He had an unlit cigarette in his mouth as he looked at the golf ball that was currently tee’d up for a swing. His ray ban aviators blocked off the harsh sun rays of this June afternoon, but heat was still affecting his game. Marocs was finding it hard to focus as his mind kept wandering to just how hot it was. He snapped his fingers at one of the servants that stood at the ready for any of the club members who needed assistance.

“Listen closely, because I am very particular about my drinks, I want one ice cold lemonade, and this is important, I don’t want it to be too sweet, just right, okay?” Marcos placed one hand on the kid’s shoulder, lowering his aviators slightly so Marcos could make eye contact,” and one whole bottle of whisky, whatever is the most expensive stuff you have, that should cover both of us, right?” Marcos turned to look at Elsie who was currently sitting in a lounge chair as they waited for Johanna and Jadyn, two new potential recruits for the crew.

Marcos tapped the club servant on the shoulder and sent his on his way. He had decided to have the meeting at the golf range at one of the clubs that Elsie was a member to, taking advantage of her status to enjoy a lazy afternoon drinking and failing to get any distance with his swings.

“I swear, this fucking game hates me.”

“No one actually likes golf, you do know that, right?” Elsie oversized, cat eye glasses--rose gold to match the shade of pink of her halter topped sundress-- shown the reflection of the screen of her phone. She was checking the gossip blogs, making sure that her name remained relatively close to the top and under the right headings. Marcos may have caught her unawares but she refused to let anyone else get the best of her because she was being careless.

“Plenty of people like golf, woman, but personally, I don’t,” Marcos gently brought up his iron up to the golf ball, running a swing through his head,” This is one of those things I do for us, all these rich fuckers love golf, at some point we are going to have to play and play well,” Marcos swung hard, his body twisting as the golf ball harshly flew to the right and hit a wall.

“God damn it! Where the hell is that kid, how long does it take to get a drink?” Marcos threw his iron on the floor and made his way to Elsie, taking a seat beside her,” and where the hell are those two? They should have been here by now.”

She snorted, turning her phone down and setting it on the table. She pushed her glasses to the top of her head so she could look at him, squinting just a bit and crossed her legs over turned up knees “Since when do you care so much about time? Golf is meant to relax you, you know. That’s why old, rich white fucks play it.” she hesitated for a moment. “Honestly, he’s probably gossiping to the other boys about the late Mrs. Van der Hoek not drinking her usual Gin spritzer with someone who looks like a dressed up pool boy.”

“Does it excite you when teenage boys whisper about you? Turning into a cougar in your...advanced age, Sissy?” She rolled her eyes in response.

A slight breeze ruffled through Jo’s hair as she rode on the small golf-cart she had commandeered. “Wonderful day isn’t it?” she asked, her voice lilting at the end. She looked over at the driver beside her and gave a small smile before turning to look where the path was heading once more.He looked nervous, obviously young and new at his job. This is going to be interesting, she thought to herself as they approached a pair on the driving range.

The club assistant had found her near the entrance to the club house, a glass of lemonade and a bottle of whiskey in a cloth-lined beverage cart. Her wedges had made merry clicks as she strode over to him and he stopped his forward progress as she approached. “Hello, do you have any idea where I might find the driving range?” The servant glanced at her quickly--she was dressed as though she had been to a golf course before, a short golf skirt, a primly tucked in polo, small wedges, and a golfing bag with clubs peeking out at the end over one shoulder. Confusion misted across his features, but he smiled all the same.

“I’m actually on my way there right now, I can show you if you’d like,” he replied. “My name is John, and you are?” Jo smiled and shifted her bag in mock discomfort.

“Johanna, but please, feel free to call me Jo.”

He began to walk and blabber on about something, was it the recent sports game? She controlled her irritation and kept her expression pleasant and engaged. God, I don’t want to walk the whole damned way. Taking the turn of the hallway, and the slight step-up to another level as an excuse, she made a slight pitiful sound and stumbled, dropping her bag against the wall. Looking back, the assistant stopped the beverage cart and hurried over. “Are you okay, miss?” He looked concerned--good.

With a small and shaky laugh, she blushed. “I just didn’t expect it to be such a long walk I guess, and got thrown a little off balance.” Suggest a golf cart, dammit.

“I can get us a cart,” he replied eagerly, unaware of the ice slowly melting in the lemonade glass.

“That would be so kind of you, thank you,” Jo said with a thankful smile on her face. He had been quick about his work, and soon pulled up to the french doors just at the end of the hallway with a clean cart.

“Here let me help you,” he said taking her arm in his, whilst packing her bag on his beverage cart and wheeling it out with some difficulty using only his free hand. “The steps here can be tricky.”

So now they were speeding across the greens, the glass of lemonade resting in Jo’s hand. “You sure that the other guest won’t mind that I pilfered his lemonade?” she asked innocently taking a sip.

“No, he seemed cool. I’ll just drop off his liquor and make an excuse about the lemonade, and then show you around the course” John replied, looking not entirely convinced. As they pulled up to range seven where two people were were milling about, he added, “Oh that’s him.” Jo let out a small laugh.

“I don’t think he’ll mind,” she said connecting the location to the message Marcos had relayed to her previously. “I’m here to visit them after all.” John raised an eyebrow and looked mildly disappointed, but said nothing as he hurriedly unpacked the cart, brought Marcos his bottle of whisky, and set Jo’s bag of clubs near where Elsie was lounging. Jo moved gracefully off of her seat and raised her glass towards Marcos and Elsie in greeting before taking a sip.

“So nice to meet you,” she said, her voice ringing with mischief. “I do hope you don’t mind, I was just dying for a drink.”

Marcos’ eyes narrowed behind his aviators as he watched Johanna step off the golf cart with his lemonade. He ran his tongue over his dry lips, considering if it would have been acceptable for him to walk up to the potential recruit and just take away his ice cold glass of sweet lemon water.

“Haha, not at all, Miss. Engel,” Marcos clenched his jaw and stood, making his way over to Johanna while giving the club waiter the death stare.

Marcos shook her hand and pointed her towards the table next to Elsie’s lounge chair.

“Please take a seat, we are just waiting for one more person and we can get started,” Marcos opened the bottle of whiskey and poured three drinks, handing a glass to Elsie and Johanna.

Jadyn had been to a country club only once before, but all she had seen was the linens and the underneath of a food cart and the kitchen. She had no clue there was a dress code, but she’d sort of expected the turn down at the door. Members only. Right. They hadn’t bought it at the door that she was interested in applying for a club membership and had been hoping for a tour; the presumption that she couldn’t afford it was rude--true, but rude. Who knew if the job would even be worth the effort she was going to have to put in just to have this first meeting.

She certainly hoped it would.

Despite showing up early, she was going to be running behind to get in. Having spotted a JC Penny nearby, Jadyn took a detour to the store and emerged fifteen minutes later with a pale blue women's golf polo and white golf skirt. Her long hair had pulled up and under a golfing hat. Now, at least, she looked the part. When she returned back to the club, she didn't have to worry about figuring out how to get past the whats-her-face at the front door, and instead fell in line with a group of Stepford Wives gossiping about some women with her cabana boy. No one bothered to stop them as they went through the door, and once they were inside, she split from the group, eyeing the rest of the interior with a raised brow. Why did rich people have to be so damn pretentious?

Feeling uncomfortable in her new preppy clothes, she ditched the hat and let her hair fall back down past her shoulders. "Excuse me," she approached the hostess standing idly near the club restaurant.

"We don't open for another..." the woman paused to glance at her watch, "... two minutes, ma'am." She said in a tired voice.

Jadyn offered her a thin smile. "Great. Pay a lot of money to eat in here, and you can't let people in two minutes early?" She shook her head, "I just need directions to the driving range?"

The woman, whose name tag read Emily, pointed a lazy finger toward one of the sets of french doors. "Out that way, take a left, you can't miss it."

"You've been super helpful!" Jadyn chirped, sarcastically. As she turned her back on the staff member, she rolled her eyes and followed the directions she was given. It was a long walk, but she ultimately made it to the driving range with sweat beading on the back of her neck. Charming. Once there it was a simple matter of finding Range Seven. She approached just as the only male of the group was offering a seat to one of the other women. "That would be me, I believe." She announced, pushing her sunglasses on top of her head.

Marcos perked up at the arrival of the last recruit, smiling and waving her over. That smile quickly faded when he noticed she too had a blue polo and a white skirt. What the hell was happening here, Marcos thought, was Elsie playing a joke on him? Did she contact these two in private and asked them to dress like he did in an attempt to make them all look like her help? Marcos looked at Elsie as he took his seat, pouring another shot of whiskey for the newcomer.

“I don’t like to discuss business sober, so please,” Marcos indicated for them to all drink their shot before they started discussing their parts in the Outfit.

This would be the last time Jadyn took a job that was meeting in a country club. It was weird being surrounded by so many pod people, and now she looked like the rest of them. Gratefully, she took her shot and waited until someone else had brought the dark liquid to their lips before tossing her own back.

“I thought you’d never suggest it,” Jo replied, taking the shot glass in hand and sipping it delicately, instead of opting to down it in one gulp. She wanted to preserve the facade of being a light-weight; it was an interesting tactic, but an advantage to her all the same. Looking levelly at the newcomer for the first time, she choked on her whisky and put the half-drunk shot down on the table with a dull clink. “Is this some sort of trick?” she demanded, looking at the other woman’s features--her features reflected in a perfect, albeit less refined, imitation.

Her shot downed, Jadyn’s eyes flicked up to meet a pair of similarly green orbs. It was like looking in a mirror--a fun house mirror that turned her into a prepped up, bored housewife looking woman. Any minute now this woman was going to be asking for the manager.

“Listen, Marcos, I’m not one to be played. Who is your boss? Or is it you orchestrating this? Because I’m not going to sit here and be made of fool of. If you’re quite done with your little joke,” she said waving a hand towards Jadyn, “I demand to speak with whoever is in charge,” Jo continued, crossing her arms, her charming facade slipping to show a fiery personality underneath.

Ding, ding, ding. There it is. Jadyn thought with a roll of her eyes. So predictable, that haircut says it all. “I don’t know who you’re calling a joke, princess.” Her eyes swept over her doppleganger, “I knew you’d be making pretentious demands soon enough,” Those delicate hands had never seen a hard day’s work.

Marcos had just finished downing his whiskey shot when Johanna decided to add a little suburban drama into their meeting. To be fair, Marcos had not been paying all that much attention to Jo or Jadyn when they had arrived, his mind had been entertaining golf strategies, but now he could see that both women looked incredibly similar.

“What? Trick? My boss?” Marcos stood, his chair being pushed back suddenly and violently,” Listen, listen, I don’t know what this is,” Marcos pointed at Jo and Jadyn,” but you need to sit down and relax, we are professionals here, Miss Engel, i’m not about to start playing games with potential business partners...now, are you two twins? Elsie, did you know about this?” Marcos turned and snapped his fingers at Elsie who shrugged back at him, wondering why he hadn’t noticed the visual similarity between both women when Neil had been going over potential recruits.

Had it been the haircuts? The outdated pictures? Whatever it was, these two clearly looked alike and one of them cared far too much and the other could care less. This was far more drama than Marcos was used to.

“Let’s take another drink and settle down, we have business to discuss,” Marcos poured another round of drinks and called Elsie to come sit with them.

Elsie stood up and moved from lounge to chair, pink dress fluttered in a slight breeze around her thighs as she sat down. She smiled small. She hadn’t planned this but she reveled in exactly this kind of drama these days. “Honestly, I couldn’t have planned anything quite so….reality tv. You know I like my games with a bit more risk and a better pay off. Hence,” she raised her hand, second shot in hand as if to include the entire golf facility in on it, “why we’re all here today.” she took the shot. “The cute matchy matchy thing is just a bonus.”

It was freaking her out that looking at the other woman was like looking at a poorly made replica, but she could play it cool. She shrugged, taking a seat, “Doesn’t matter much to me, I’m just here for the job.” She had a feeling though, that Miss Uptight would have more to say about the matter. Jadyn’s features twisted into a frown as they were referred to as ‘matchy matchy’. Gross.

A significant measure of self-control was employed as Jo gritted her teeth and glared across at Jadyn. Whoever this cheap copy was could keep her opinions to herself. It was almost as if she could read the disdain on her face. Heat built up under Jo’s collar as she went over the situation in her mind. Picking up her glass, she took a careful sip of the now diluted lemonade, set it on the counter, and cleared her throat delicately before speaking.

And just like that, any indication of displeasure was wiped from her countenance. This was her forte, and she wouldn’t have some nobody who obviously had no social tact nor any—Jo took another deep breath and shot a winning smile towards both Marcos and Elsie. “My apologies for misjudging the situation. Please, proceed,” she said in a bell-like tone. Looking down she un-clenched her hands from under the table and laid them over one another, the half-moon cuts still stinging on her palms.

Marcos brow had furrowed for the entire show the “twins” had put on. Out of all the interviews with potential recruits he had had so far, this one had been the most interesting. The way Jo had done a complete 180 on her emotions was a thing to behold. Sure, it might make most normal people think of her as a sociopath, but to Marcos it showed true talent and that is what he was after. He looked at Jadyn from behind his aviators, studying her. Was she really this calm or was it an act? She wasn’t a con artist, that’s not what Neil had said when he recommended her, but it was certainly a plus that she could remain in control of her emotions. In their line of work restraint and discipline were the gold standard.

“Alright, alright, let me go over my pitch before I forget it, ahem, my associate and I,” Marcos pointed at Elsie with his thumb, who offered a small wave,” are looking to form a crew of experts of varying skills and abilities to take on certain jobs that most would consider too risky. You two might be relatively new players into the world of...high asset acquisitions, but you were recommended by an expert in the field. We are willing to meet your regular fee...and double it. But before you accept, you need to understand this is not a one and done type of deal, we plan to work multiple jobs, that, of course, means more money for you...so, what do you think?” Marcos gave them a few seconds to let his words sink in, reaching for the whiskey and pouring another shot for himself, but he didn’t drink it, he would wait until they both said yes.

Jadyn considered the offer. She never really stuck with a team long term, but this would be bigger money than the jobs she normally did. It had the potential to work… if it wasn’t working out, she figured she could always bail on the team if it wasn’t a good fit. She shrugged a shoulder, ignoring the carbon copy sitting near her. “Sure,” a hand went through her hair. “I’m in.” Beside, if Golf Barbie over there joined, there was an advantage to the two of them looking alike.

“Fantastic,” Marcos grinned and passed a shot to Jadyn, as well as a back card with white lettering, the address to the warehouse Elsie had bought,” be there Friday afternoon,” Marcos turned to look at Jo, another card held between his fingers,” so, what’s it going to be?”

Since the woman across from her had so politely replied first, Jo wasted no time in further contemplation before replying, “But of course I’m in.” It wasn’t the money that appealed—she had a trust fund for that. The prospect though of being with a team that would work multiple jobs… now that was an appealing cure for boredom.

Marcos handed the black card to Jo and downed his shot, sucking his teeth as the ember liquid warmed his throat,” alright, ladies, it’s a beautiful day, we have just become business partners, and we have this range for another hour, let’s celebrate!” Marcos called over the pimple scarred teen over once again and asked him to bring a charcuterie platter and a large pitcher of lemonade.

“Put it on her tab,” Marcos motioned to Elsie as he sent the kid away.
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Re: [IC] Bourbon & Glock (Heist RP)

Post by Rick » Fri Jun 29, 2018 4:47 am

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Marcos raised his feet and rested them on the theater chair directly in front of him as he waited for the potential recruits Blair had recommended to arrive. Isa Bell and Sam Evans were supposed to be a gifted hackers, something his crew desperately needed in this day and age. They required talented minds to hide their presence from cameras, drones, hell, even cellphone towers. These days the police could track them down simply by checking what cellphones were active in an area, they would need consultant that could keep them ahead of the authorities. Marcos sipped from his large cup of soda and popped a few popcorn into his mouth. He had scheduled the interview at the New Beverly theater in the middle of the day, ensuring Marcos and the two hackers would have the entire room to themselves while the original Italian Job played on the silver screen.

Sam was late. He hated being late. Late was definitely not the first impression he wanted to make for this particular meeting. Now, to add insult to injury, the damn woman behind the counter didn’t want to sell him tickets to the show because it had already started, “I keep telling you, I’m meeting someone in there! They’ll be waiting for me for fucks sake!” He said, barely stopping himself from shouting.

“I’m sorry sir, but policy states that we cannot sell tickets for a show after the movie starts. It causes too much disruption for the other viewers.”

Sam huffed, “Fine!” His eyes roved over the list of shows and times on the wall behind her, “Give me a ticket for Deadpool 2 instead.”

“Sure, do you have your ID with you?”

“Oh for fucks-, here!” Sam rolled his eyes whilst he fished out his ID and thrusted it under the woman’s nose, “Happy now?”

The doors of the theater opened themselves, revealing the bright light of the outside world. Isa crept in, shoulders squared and popping her bubble gum loudly. She strutted confidently over to the only other man sitting in the theater, whom she guessed was Marcos. He was just a dark figure, with his feet up and arms laid on top of the two chairs next to him. Isa absentmindedly fluffed her mass of curls that adorned her head. She felt butterflies in her stomach- a sign of anxiety and excitement. She couldn’t show that emotion, however. You gotta stay professional.

Taking a deep breath, Isa quickened her step towards Marcos. She thought for a second on how to sit down... confidently. How the heck do you do it? How do you even sit down? Oh god if she over thought this she would just fall over. Shaking the idea out of her head like they were cobwebs, she tried her best to simply sit. She placed herself in the seat one over to Marcos, just to be safe. He could be a creep or something. Isa popped her gum one last time, just to assert dominance as much as she could, and said “You got some popcorn?”

It was a rather obvious answer, but she went for it anyways. She hadn’t had lunch yet and she was hungry enough to consider reaching over a chair and grabbing some popcorn. Marcos didn’t take his eyes off the screen, but handed the popcorn over to Isa.

“You missed the beginning of the movie,” Marcos informed Isa as he studied every frame of the film.

Marcos had a thing for movies, particularly heists movies, ever since he was a kid. He fell in love with Reservoir Dogs when he was eight, his dad had rented it one night and they watched it together while his mom was at her sister’s house. He had found the violence disturbing at first, but he had enjoyed the chaos of it all. Plus it helped that he was allowed to watch a grown-up movie with just his dad. Mr. Pink and Mr. White had left an impression on young Marcos, he had found it funny that Mr. Pink called himself a professional. The idea that one could be a professional criminal was a strange concept to Marcos, but one that he would often think about in his formative years. He had appreciated Mr. White’s code and honor, even in a world of thieves, the man cared about his word.

Marcos turned to look at Isa, illuminated by the constantly shifting light of the film. She was young and had that look of indifference kids her age found fashionable.

“So, Isa, are you ready for the big leagues?” Marcos asked her with a big grin plastered on his face, it was a serious question and an attempt at ribbing at the same time.

With those words, Isa felt a giddy energy run through her body. Ready? She had been born for this. She couldn’t help the grin that slowly spread across her face, matching Marcos’. She turned to look at him, the shadows of his face bending with the film. He wasn’t so awful looking, Isa quickly realized. Getting a good look at that, albeit slightly punchable, very smug, face made her realize this was it.

“Now or never, I guess”, she said shrugging her shoulders and laughing breathily. Now or never was kinda her thing, she said it when she left school, when she left home, and when she left ADT. One day, she’d leave the heist world too, but today she was stepping into it.

Turning her attention back to the movie, she frowned slightly.

“The Italian Job? Really? I like Le Cercle Rouge is wayyy better”, she said matter-of-factly. “It’s much more...” she waved her hands around, pausing to pop some popcorn in her mouth. “French? I dunno, like.. More poetic and shit”

She turned, shifting her body this time, to look at Marcos once more. “Do you like these kinds of movies or is it just a coincidence, because I don’t know which would more funny”, she snickered.

Marcos raised an eyebrow at Isa’s question, turning to look at the screen, stretching his hand over to Isa’s lap where she had placed the bucket of popcorn, grabbing a handful of the popped kernels. He munched on them as he thought over his answer; why would him liking these movies be funny? Was this hacker humor? Marcos took a sip of soda and turned back to face Isa.

“You’re weird, you know that? But in a good way.”

The woman issued his ticket with no more comments and Sam hurried past into the screen area. He looked around furtively and instead of going into the theatre showing Deadpool, he slipped in to the one he was meant to be in as of nearly 15 minutes ago now. Taking a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the light he quickly made his way to the row of seats below where Marcos and Isa sat and took the seat that was positioned closest to central. “Sorry I’m late.” He muttered, not bothering to share his excuses.

Before Isa could answer Sam had barged in, apologized, and taken his seat. Marcos smiled once again, Sam was apologetic, that meant he was interested in the job and didn’t want to make a bad first impression. Sure, he should have arrived early if he cared about not being rude, but programmers were an odd bunch, Marcos didn’t think it was fair to hold them up to the same level of etiquette most normal people lived by.

“No need to apologize, Sam! You arrived just when you needed to. Now, you two are some of the most talented hackers and programmers working in Los Angeles, me and my associate are gathering a crew to work high value jobs in the city and surrounding municipalities, we are interested in your skills and are ready to offer twice your going rate to keep you as exclusive retainers, how does that sound?” Marcos sipped his soda loudly as he looked at each one of them.

Sam twisted his hands in his lap, a nervous habit he had gotten when he had nothing to do with his hands. He much preferred to be sat in front of a steering wheel or a keyboard. Having his hands idle made him twitchy. He ran the offer through his head and thought quickly. He had no going rate at the minute, unless you could count the money he got for doing odd jobs here and there. Nevertheless, it appeared that Marcos was offering some serious cash and he could do with the money.

“Sounds good to me.” He leaned over the back of the seat and swiped a handful of the popcorn, popped one piece in to his mouth and proceeded to fidget with the rest, shredding them to nothing more than crumbs and allowing the mess to fall to the floor.

Raising an eyebrow at the slowly growing pile of popcorn on the eye, Isa huffed.

“How do you plan on paying that fee?” she said sceptically. Double? How were they going to pay her $140 an hour? On top everyone else involved, that was a lot of money. Were they really dealing with that much money? Isa leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. Suddenly remembering the gum in her mouth, she started chewing slowly again. She had asked for a job with more money, and she guessed she got what she asked for. She rolled the word double around in her mind over and over again, not quite believing it. She could maybe afford her apartment in LA for once. She wouldn’t have to worry about that anymore. What would she do with double the money she made at ADT?

“If you can do a downpayment, I’m in,” she said finally. This was it holy shit. She had finally said yes.

“Money will not be an issue,” Marcos brought his legs down from the headrest of the seat in front of him,” He took out two black cards from his chest pocket and handed one to each of the two programmers,” arrive at this location on Friday, I will explain everything else there, for now, have a pleasant evening,” Marcos stood, shook each one’s hand and left the theater just as Croker recruited Peach in the Italian Job.
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Re: [IC] Bourbon & Glock (Heist RP)

Post by Georgeanna » Sat Jul 21, 2018 1:48 am

A black Mercedes roared down the street, nearly leaving marks on the perfectly paved road. With a flick of her hand, the driver started blaring music and before she knew it, she was on the freeway, zooming past the slower cars with reckless abandon. Sky flew above her, the street zipped underneath her, all set to the music of city traffic and some overplayed pop song on the radio.

Jo looked in her rearview mirror as she made yet another aggressive lane change, and smiled slightly when the car behind her honked angrily. She waved a perfectly manicured hand at them, as if they had merely been trying to get her attention, and turned the wheel to dart off the freeway at the nearest exit. This was her stop anyway. As she drove down the crowded city streets she saw warehouse after warehouse raise up before her. They weren’t impressive, and she raised an eyebrow at the giant buildings. As she neared her destination, she pulled into the turn lane and paused for a moment, looking at the building on her left.

Double-checking the card that Marcos had given her, slightly hoping that she had gotten the address wrong, Jo sighed loudly and pulled into the parking lot. She felt the change in the pavement, uneven gravel passing beneath her tires as she drove by the unimposing, rusted gate. The woman quickly parked, checking her lipstick in the mirror embedded in her sunvisor and scrunching her hair the slightest bit to give it some texture. She hadn’t chosen to dress especially ostentatiously, opting for some tailored pants and a low-cut top rather than the outfit she had originally picked out, but she felt satisfied with who she saw looking back at her in the mirror. Winking at her reflection, she stepped out of the car and sauntered over to the building.

The closer she got the more suspicious she became--old habits didn’t seem to fade. She squinted up at the windows above her through her sunglasses and then peered back down at the open doorway in front of her. Hesitating for the briefest of moments, she sauntered in, very much on guard lest she be taken by surprise by someone in the shadows. Placing her sunglasses on top of her head, she looked around, taking in the vacant warehouse--well, vacant aside from a whiteboard, a table, and some chairs. Seeing no alternative, she slinked forward to the chairs and perched delicately on the edge of one, not too close to the whiteboard as to seem eager, but not too far as to seem disinterested. Once again, Jo smiled, pleased with herself. Hopefully, she wouldn’t have to wait for too long.
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Re: [IC] Bourbon & Glock (Heist RP)

Post by BrookeDi » Sat Jul 21, 2018 2:09 am

"... and then aliens exploded from the sky," the voice on the other line continued.

"Mhm. That's nice."

"You're not even listening to me," Complained the woman.

"I'm not," Jadyn agreed. "I don't have to; you've already told me the same story six, no seven, times now. I already know how it ends."

"You don't have to be a dick about it." Jadyn paused in putting on her leather jacket--thankfully there would be no golf skirts today.

"No, I probably don't, but--"

She's cut off before she can continue, "You don't always realize you're doing it, you don't mean to be, blah blah blah. I know."

"To be fair, I did listen to the story the first five times."

"So you tuned out on the sixth?" The pout was gone, and Jadyn could hear a smile on the other line; there was a smile threatening her features as well.

"Something like that. Listen, I do have to go, though." There would not be a repeat of being late like last time. "I'll call you later." There was an affirmative noise on the phone and Jadyn went to hit the phone.

"You know, if you drove a car like a normal person, you could talk and drive at the same time."

She pretended to consider it for a moment, then shook her head. "Nah." And that was that: call ended. No "goodbye," "see you later," or "have a nice day." Once she was off the phone, Jadyn palmed her face and glanced around the shitty apartment, ensuring she had everything she needed. Her cell phone and keys were resting on the small table next to the door. Her wallet was zipped securely into the inside of her jacket, and her long hair was pulled back into a neat braid. She was nervous. Hard to say if it was about the job and what this could mean for her if it went well, or if it had to do with seeing the Stepford Thief again. It was unnerving, finding so many similarities in a complete stranger.

Without a backward glance, Jadyn grabbed the phone and keys and headed out the door, slamming it shut behind her so it would close all the way. She wrestled with the lock for two minutes before it finally eased into place, and then she jogged the rest of the way to her bike. Twenty minutes later she was driving through the warehouse district of downtown L.A., eyes scanning the buildings as she searched for the address she'd forced herself to memorize. The first thing she noticed was how run-down the building was. It made for a good cover, and she hoped that it didn't indicate that Marcus didn't have the money to pay for her services.

The second thing she noticed was the too clean, too shiny Mercedes sitting in the parking lot. A childish urge tempted her to kick a bunch of dirt on the vehicle, but she resisted. "Because that doesn't call attention at all." She sighed, glared at the car, and wandered into the warehouse. The door was open, and inside it was cleaner than she expected. Tables, chairs, and whiteboards greeted her, and she felt the usual sense of excitement that came from starting a new job. This was it. She took a seat toward the middle of their grouping, never mind that it put her near Miss Ask-for-the-manager. She was particular about not sitting too close to the whiteboard, and not too far away; lessons ingrained from her school days. She studiously ignored the other woman, pulling out her phone instead.
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Re: [IC] Bourbon & Glock (Heist RP)

Post by Rick » Sat Jul 21, 2018 6:57 am

Marcos studied himself in front of the full length mirror for the tenth time, he couldn’t decide on the blazer he would wear that day. After an excruciating hour eliminating some of his best blazers, Marcos had whittled it down to his two favorites; the navy blue one with lapels that were a darker shade of blue, and his deep blue blazer, that went really well with his silver steel blue wayfarer sun glasses. Decisions, decisions…mornings were always the hardest part of the day for Marcos, deciding what to wear was a titanic effort that could last for hours when he wasn’t trying to go for a look, but an idea. Marcos had to represent success, effortless charm, and leadership. He had to present himself as what the future of The Outfit could be; riches beyond your wildest dreams. Once he walked down to the first floor of the warehouse that Elsie had bought, he had to show his new crew that their ascension to the life of the 1% had already begun, they were winners and nothing could stop them.

Marcos took a few steps back from the mirror while wearing the deep blue blazer and the steel blue wayfarer sun glasses. Yes, Marcos thought, this will do nicely. He ran his fingers through his hair to give it texture, then smiled and winked at his reflection. This was the first day of the rest of his life, from here on out he was the thief king he was always destined to be. Marcos took a deep breath, exhaled, then went and picked up a few boxes that had been stacked on top of each other. He went out the door of the small room that Marcos was using as a walk in closet and made his way downstairs, to the first floor of the warehouse. As he made his way down the smooth concrete steps Marcos could hear chair being scrapped against the floor. Some people where already here, that was good, Marcos hated waiting. Once on the first floor Marcos made a right down the hallway then came entered the cavernous first floor of the warehouse.

Marcos spotted jo and Jade, the first to arrive, already sitting down.

“Ah, the twins got here first!” Marcos ignored the looks of disapproval at the nickname, instead focusing on placing the boxes on the table.

The mastermind began unpacking a smorgasbord of files, pictures, blueprints, paper clips, and the occasional chess piece. Then he began to place some of the files on the board and others on the table. After a few minutes a map of Fresno, California was on the whiteboard with various photos and blueprints.


“Here it is ladies, our first job, the Central Valley Community Bank and the Fresno First Bank of Fresno, California,” Marcos took a few steps back and looked at his work with pride, in a few weeks his crew would be popping champagne and celebrating their first successful job.
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Re: [IC] Bourbon & Glock (Heist RP)

Post by Darkblade » Sun Jul 22, 2018 12:19 am

Sean had been watching the meeting place for hours, as it was in his nature to be guarded with his personal safety. As much as their potential employer seemed genuine, it was still wise to act with caution. Of course if it was an elaborate trap, a certain someone would be getting a visit they’d regret. He had surveyed the grounds of the warehouse district, giving him ample information should it be required for an escape. As others turned up and just entered, he had to smirk, seemed they were a fair bit less cautious than he was. He then noted the potential employer, well at this point might as well just call him his employer as he was going to accept the job. Double pay wasn’t something he could easily just leave on the table, and the opportunity to see what would be worthy of such a fee. Well that was the real reason Sean got out of bed that morning, for he lived for the challenge.

Well that made it time to actually go inside, discarding need for stealth. Well that and a few pieces of clothing he’d worn over his suit, as it looked a bit fancy for the area. Which would’ve only drawn attention while he was snooping, so had opted to wear more apt clothing over it. Which were now replacing his jacket in the bottom of a trash bag, now carried with less care than they had been and promptly dumped into a bin. He had no more use for such clothes, and they’d be easily replaced should he find a need to look like a warehouse worker again. He lit up a cigar as he walked into the warehouse, he had few vices, but Erin Go Bragh certainly fit that bill. He had to ponder if they were just a symptom of nostalgia for the old days, and the troubles. In any case he inhaled, dragging the Irish whiskey infused smoke into his lungs. Recalling the first time he took a drag, and nearly coughed up a lung. Now he could go through a box of them if he didn’t have anything better to do, another reason to keep busy.

It would seem their employer was presenting the job already, could’ve waited, as he was pretty sure there was still a few people to turn up. Though it was likely to take them only a few moments to get the gist of what they were to end up plotting. His glances moving to the people first, then the room itself, and finally the information on their job. Bank heists, well there was a certain level of challenge in those, but not exactly the sort he was expecting. But it was a job anyway, and he was going to be earning double so more than compensated.

“I assume we’re not just waltzing in and asking for a withdrawal?”

That would be the quick and dirty method, also the one that brings a lot of heat on them. No point getting paid if you can’t spend it, and cops tend to have a long memory on such things. Also if that was the case, he’d expect to see more people like himself involved, as firepower and people able to use it was the nature of such a cash grab. But no, there was a swindler from the look of him during the double interview. These others didn’t look the sort either to have the skill set to pull off a raid, so the employer was going for a different method. Which intrigued him, as he certainly didn’t need his face on any wanted posters, not with all the effort he went to keeping it unseen. He moved behind a chair, and raised right leg over the back of it and sat down in one motion. He’d seen the move in a sci fi show, bugged him ever since he’d noticed it, but replicating it himself was fun.

“And please tell me, there aren’t any clown masks involved. Very Tacky.”

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Re: [IC] Bourbon & Glock (Heist RP)

Post by Rembrandt » Mon Jul 23, 2018 4:07 am

Isa had set an alarm for 6 am, but she woke up at 11 am. Her hair was even more of a mess that it usually was (she liked a controlled mess; this was NOT) and her face was extra puffy. She ended up laying on her phone for half an hour, and after realizing it was nearly noon she decided she should probably roll out of bed. Isa slapped on some make-up and threw on a white shirt, her favorite pair of mom jeans and a black leather jacket and walked out of the door.

Recalling her time at her job, Isa remembered how much she hated waking up at 6 every morning and putting on professional clothes. She was still young and she wanted to be free. She liked this freelancing shit 10x more. No boring, professional atmosphere and desk jobs. This job would be so much more exciting and quite honestly she was excited to meet the other types of people interested in this kind of stuff.

Upon walking out the door, she realized that she lived quite a ways away from the safehouse. She had just enough money for an uber, but that would leave her with about $10 less than she had planned for groceries. Oh well, who needed food anyways? SHe didn't NEED her 3 bottles of kombucha, or maybe she could cut out the salt and vinegar chips. Isa would cross that bridge when it came.

Ordering her Uber Carpool and making sure it stopped a couple of blocks away from the safehouse, Isa decided to create the types of characters she would meet today. Would they be mean and blunt, or straight up druggies looking for quick cash to get some heroin? The whole group will definitely be the conniving type, and she had already met the nerdy one. Would there be a rich, bored and righteous widow who was only there for the money? What about the father looking out for his daughter? Oh, and she KNEW there would be a weird, wiccan type who like predicted the future and shit.

Isa's thoughts were interrupted by the uber driver calling looking for the pick-up location, and after some back and forth she hopped in the 2007 Toyota Corolla.

It took about 20 minutes to get to the spot she chose, and another 15 minutes to walk. 12:15, she was late, damn. That seemed to be Isa's specialty, even though it made her beyond anxious. It left a bad impression, but it helped her "I don't care" aesthetic. She waltzed in the building she was instructed to enter, wishing there was a door for her to slam or something. Chewing her gum, Isa scanned the room and the people in it. This would be pretty interesting.
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Re: [IC] Bourbon & Glock (Heist RP)

Post by Fireynay » Mon Jul 23, 2018 6:29 am

All Sam could hear was the tapping of his fingers as the flew across his laptop keyboard. His battered old Honda Civic had been parked several blocks away from the particular warehouse they were meeting at for the past few hours, he wasn't leaving anything to chance this time, he would not be late. He was also cautious. He was parked in a busier area of the warehouse district in a parking lot that covered several of the surrounding buildings and saw a fair amount of coming and going. He had also been careful to park in a spot not covered by the single camera.

He had spent the last couple of days since his meeting with Marcos doing as much research in to his new line of work as possible, always being careful to keep his searches encrypted. This was the first time he had considered anything like this and the last thing he wanted was to look stupid in front of everyone else. He had no doubts he could get the job done though.

His fingers stopped their tapping movements as he reached a convenient stopping point in the latest rabbit hole he had ventured down and he stretched as much as he could in his seat. His back gave a satisfying crack at almost the exact moment his eyes found the clock in the car, "Shit!" So much for not being late. He'd been so absorbed by his research that he'd lost track of the time and the meeting was starting right now, with him still several minutes drive away.

He slammed the lid of his laptop closed and thew it haphazardly onto the back seat whilst using his other hand to turn the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life and he wasted no time putting it into gear and pulling out of the parking lot. As soon as he was clear of the entrance and the security camera he put his foot down and sped down the streets. The further he got in to the warehouse district, the more derelict the buildings became and the more bland too. There were less signs of life as he approached his destination, although it didn't seem to be completely abandoned.

The car screeched in to the parking lot, narrowly missing the rusted gates, just in time for him to see someone else disappear through the doorway. At least he wasn't the only one to be late, but he really needed to sort himself out. He was supposed to be the one that was always on time. He pulled in to the first empty space closest to the door and reached around to grab his laptop, only to curse again when he realised his driving had caused it to slide over to the opposite side of the car, just beyond his reach. He wasted several more valuable seconds racing around the car to grab it, then dashed over to the door, using his free hand to lock his car as he went.

He burst in to the room looking surprisingly well put together in his black jeans and button down shirt, he probably would have pulled it off if it wasn't for the look of panic in his eyes and the, "Sorry I'm late," that burst from his lips almost immediately after he entered. He just barely held back from adding the word 'again' to the sentence, but it was painfully obvious he had cut himself off and anyone with half a brain cell could probably work it out. "Have I missed much?" He asked again, then quickly took a seat trying to avoid any more attention being directed towards him.
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Re: [IC] Bourbon & Glock (Heist RP)

Post by Aurelia Courville » Tue Jul 31, 2018 3:06 am

“What is taking them so long?” Vette checked her phone for the fifth time that morning, jiggling her leg impatiently under the too short pencil skirt she had paired with an equally too tight blazer. This was her courtroom attire. Elsie was just comforted with the fact that they wouldn’t be running into any prosecutors looking for an easy prostitution case. She sighed.

“I’m not sure. David said he thought the kids were up to something that could stall any reopening of the will indefinitely, so it was important that I be here today.” She looked at her own watch, pearl encrusted band with a ring of diamonds around the face, and furrowed her eyebrows. “Unfortunately I already scheduled something else that I thought I’d be a little late to but at this rate, it looks like I’m going to miss it entirely.” she let out a groan of frustration. Not like she needed to be at the meeting with the rest of the crew, she had been the sounding board of ideas Marcos enthusiastically shared with her already, but she hadn’t met some of the rest of the people he’d picked up after those first couple of meetings and she was just as involved in the process as he was.

It hadn’t helped that he kept spending her money on things and if she didn’t get the whole new addition to Humphrey’s will recognized, she was going to be out of money quicker than one could snap their fingers and say "declined at Dolce & Gabbana.”

Marcos was keen to the idea of great risk wielding great reward, but Elsie was a bit more cautious. She’d never not had a safety net to fall back on. Her marriage to Humphrey was meant to be the last big con. And while this new crew was scratching an itch in her she had thought she’d already gotten rid of, she was still anxious.

“I don’t like it when you get that look on your face.” Vette had turned to face her, placing her hand on her friends shoulder, lime green nails clashing horribly with the aubergine of her jumpsuit. Earth tones were the colours of a mourning widow. A curl had escaped her loose ponytail, she swooped it behind her ear with a swift motion.

“It’s just nerves.” she said quickly then stood. “Look, there’s David.” Her lawyer seemed to be saving her from more than just what he was getting paid for, she smiled, thankful to change the subject. “Good morning David, you remember my friend Vette?”

David was a balding, chubby, perpetually sweaty Jewish attorney, but he was one of the best. And Elsie always hired the best. He nodded when he got closer to reach out his hand to shake Vette’s before turning his attention back to Elsie. “I’m sorry to bring you all the way out here this early for nothing. Teddy, Humphrey’s oldest,” he said the last for Vette’s benefit, Elsie knew Teddy all too well. “He’s trying to get you on edge and catch you off guard. He’s not the first son with a young stepmother to try and play these mind games. It may actually be a last ditch effort on his part because you’ve not given an excuse for the court to not see your side and award you the money Mr. Van der Hoek promised you.”

“I loved him, David. What am I meant to be doing other than mourning the loss of the love of my life?” somewhere in her speech she had omitted the “one of.” She was great at the con, she had lots of genuine loves in her life.

“Of course, of course.” David put his hands up in surrender. He was well versed in the game as well. “It may take a couple more months but we may have them on the ropes. Just,” he eyed Vette--almost unnoticed to anyone else--continue to stay out of trouble and you’ll be just fine and very rich by the end of the year.” Vette didn’t hide it well, and Elsie was well aware of what he was referring to, but what made the moist beginnings of sweat bead up around her hairline was the meeting she was missing and just how much risk she was taking.

“There won’t be an issue.”

She wasn’t as late as she had thought she’d be, even with the expected L.A. traffic. Vette had tagged along after finding out that Elsie was meeting Marcos and she couldn’t shake her. He’d be a bit miffed, and she was sure some of the crew would be weary of the stranger in their midst. Never one to come to a party empty handed, after being told that it was a business meeting of sorts, Vette had made them stop to pick up an assortment of donuts and croissants.

Elise was still anticipating a stern lecture about the delicate nature of starting a crew and blah blah blah, but for everything else Vette did loudly, a good escort knew how to keep illegal things quiet.
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Re: [IC] Bourbon & Glock (Heist RP)

Post by Rick » Sat Aug 04, 2018 4:25 am

Marcos ran a single finger over a piece of tape, ensuring the photo it was holding up would remain in place. It was a picture of the Central Valley Community Bank, a two story building on the north east side of Fresno. It was located on one of those shopping centers that was little more than a glorified strip mall, in a section of town that was flat, boring, and hot. Nothing happened there, and if his crew did everything right, no one would notice that a heist had occurred right under the town’s nose. Marcos cracked a smile as the final piece to his tapestry had been put up; days of research, and a few paid off clerks in the town’s city hall for the copies of the banks blueprints, had led to the biggest and boldest heist plan Marcos had ever assembled. It even rivaled the jewelry store robbery back in New York. The fact that the robbery had been a failure didn’t seem to faze Marcos, he wasn’t one to wallow in the past.
The sound of shoes clicking against the cracked cement floors made Marcos turn just as Sean took his seat.

“Ah, Mr. MacNamara, you arrived just in time, so what do you think?” Marcos pointed to the whiteboard behind him.

“I assume we’re not just waltzing in and asking for a withdrawal?”

“Haha! You assume correctly, Mr. MacNamara, I was never really the type for asking, I’m more of a take sorta guy,” Marcos grinned then walked over to the whiteboard.

“And please tell me, there aren’t any clown masks involved. Very Tacky.”

“No, not at all, our team composition was designed for extraction with minimal amount of interaction with civilians, our job is to go in unseen and unnoticed. You, Mr. MacNamara, are more of a backup plan that I hope we won’t have to use, if everything goes right this should be easy money for you, now, let me run somethings by you three-“Just as Marcos was about to get into the finer details of the job Isa Bell walked in and stood in the back, scanning the room and popping her gum.

“Ms. Bell, please, take a seat, you arrived just at the nick of ti-“ Now Sam walked in, flustered and with a look of embarrassment on his red face.


"Sorry I'm late,” Sam offered, "Have I missed much?"

“Ha ha, not at all, Sam, like I was telling Ms’ Bell, we were just about to get started-“

Marcos clenched his jaw as he saw the incredibly fashionable Vette walk into the warehouse as if she owned the place, holding a box of donuts in her delicate hands, Elsie trailing behind with a bored look on her perfect face.

Marcos looked at Elsie, confusion, anger, and hunger all flashing across his eyes, but since he was wearing sunglasses all Elsie saw was Marcos starring in her direction, she waved at him and then took a seat. Vette, on the other hand, walked right up to him, smiled, and opened the box of donuts.

“Elsie told me you looove sour cream donuts, so I got you a chocolate one and I got myself a strawberry one,” She smiled a perfect smile; it was friendly, welcoming, playful.

Marcos found himself lost in the smile, absentmindedly reaching for the dark chocolate sour cream donut.

“Okay!” Vette turned on a dime and began to offer every member of the crew present a donut, refusing to move until everyone took one.

“Elsie, you and Vette arrived just in time,” Marcos took an angry bite of the donut and placed it on the table. It was good, really good, the dark chocolate balanced out the sweetness of the donut while also adding the right amount of moisture to keep it from being too dry.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen, there is one more member of our little crew who hasn’t arrived yet, but I’ve already gone over the plan with him, so now it’s your turn,” Marcos pointed to both banks on the whiteboard,” These two banks will be our job, we will split into two teams and enter each location at the same time.”

Marcos cracked his neck and went into business mode.

“The Central Valley Community Bank is located on the north east edge of Fresno, on a business area, so there will be relatively low foot traffic at night. Now, looking at this place from the outside might make one thing this is a one story building, but thanks to a tip off, we know there is a secret stairwell leading to a lower level were the bank holds high value items for storage while they are being moved from one safe to another. Next Friday a painting will be stored there that one of my contacts will be able to sell for an incredibly healthy sum,” Marcos walked over to the table and picked up a few stickers, heading back to the white board.

“Both jobs will have to be handled during the night, can’t exactly have us walk into an off limits area in bright daylight, let alone head straight through the door with a prized painting, this also saves us from dealing with civilians, the only real problems we need to deal with are cameras, a security system, a lone security guard, and a few doors that might need lock picking.” Marcos put a few stickers on the picture of the bank, some were cameras, one was a the face of a cartoon cop smiling, and the last sticker was a painting,” I want the twins on this job. Johanna, we need information on the security system and the guard, get to know him, his schedule, and try to get as much information as you can about the security system.”
Marcos turned to the other twin,” Jadyn, you will be the one to pick lock the doors, head into the lower floor and retrieve that painting for us, sound good?”

“Ms. Bell, I will need you to learn about this security system and how to bring it down, as well as the security cameras, so take a drive with Johanna and check out the bank, see what you can gather.”
“Group B will hit up the other bank, the First Bank of Fresno, this one is on the west side of town and we will need to crack into a safe to collect our prize, that will be done by our other member who isn’t here yet, but we still need to get him into the actual bank, that’s were you come in, Sam, same as Ms. Bell I need you to head out there and case the place. I need to know camera locations, security systems, and the best getaway route since you will be doubling as our getaway driver, that means you need to get two getaway cars, one for each job.”

“Now,” Marcos took another bite of his donut, taking his time as he chewed, then turned to Sean,” Mr. MacNamara, this place has two security guards at night that need to be taken care of, we have two confidence women with us, we can either try to distract them or get them away from the bank, but just in case I would like a plan from yourself on a way to subdue these two without serious injury, I will be accompanying group B as this will prove slightly more difficult, group A should be able to get in and out relatively quickly, now, any thoughts? plans? Does everyone understand their tasks?”

Marcos took another bite of his donut, looking towards Elsie,” You couldn’t bring some coffee, or at least a gallon of milk?”
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Re: [IC] Bourbon & Glock (Heist RP)

Post by wadjet » Sat Aug 04, 2018 7:00 am

“That’s alright, I’ve got you covered.” Stepping into the room, juggling a number of disposable coffee cups, was the aforementioned final member of the crew and resident safecracker, Neil Blair. A slight smirk graced his features as he waltzed right up and set one cup right in front of Marcos, giving him a salacious wink as he did. “Just the way you like it, dear,” he drawled, a teasing glint in his eyes.

“Hopefully I remembered everyone else’s orders too,” he continued as he started passing out cups of various hot beverages to the crew. “Glad to see I was right to not bring snacks, too.”

He paused slightly when he got to Vette, having not expected her. But quickly offered her his own cup with a warm smile. “I hope black coffee is alright; I wasn’t expecting yet another lovely lady here tonight, not that I’m complaining.”

Once his arms were empty finally, he stepped to the side and crossed his arms. He didn’t mind the lack of coffee for himself, the thrill of the job was a boost enough. God, he’d missed all this. His nerves had settled into the familiar buzz, confidence returning in force.

“Sorry, I interrupted audience participation, didn’t I?” Neil glanced around again at everyone. “Not that I think anyone here is going to have any problems. Some of the best of the best we’ve got here, after all, and with you and Elsie in charge, no way this could go bad.” He gave an easy grin, radiating confidence, even as he bent down and knocked on an old pallet on the ground. “Knock on wood,” he added with another wink, giving off the idea it was just a little joke.
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Re: [IC] Bourbon & Glock (Heist RP)

Post by Darkblade » Sun Aug 05, 2018 10:52 pm

“So killing is off the list, I think I’ve a few ideas.”

BZ gas was his first thought, it was probably the safest incapacitating agent he could recall off hand. Also had the added benefit of it’s symptoms coinciding with certain drugs, which would make it less likely to be an indicator of foul play on their part. If anything people might even assume the guards were involved in the heist, which would further hamper the ability of the authorities to track down the true culprits. Of course the problem was, BZ gas was going to be very hard to get a hold of. Well expensive, due to the fact the likes of the US destroyed their stockpiles back in the late eighties.

He took a drag from his cigar as considered other methods, with the right set up they could introduce any number of incapacitating agents into the systems of the guards. Tainted food, water, plenty of options to work with. A lot of those drugs weren’t likely to require him to make any inquiries in the black market that could be tracked back to them.

“Getting an incapacitating agent into their system seems the easiest way, tainting consumables or an orderless gas could do the job.”

He looked at the plans of the building, it wasn’t like he needed to have all the answers right away. But it was in his nature to have a plan of attack, even if it was a plan to creating his plan.

“Actually would be wiser to have both methods on hand, as it would only take one guard to not drink from a tainted water cooler to ruin things.”

That and all these methods had a certain limiting factor, humans all processed drugs at different rates. Took around three hours for a gas like BZ to work at maximum, and lasted around a day to a week in the system. Roofies could wear off within hours, and things like tasers left marks. Would also mean they’d need gas masks, which would at least help prevent them from being identified should the hacker have a problem taking down the cameras before they had to enter the building.

“Though with the women already going to be on site, I suppose they could slip them a roofie and buy us a few hours. I’d prefer something longer lasting and without the tell tale symptoms, but then people will notice we’ve robbed the place when they find their safe empty.”

Taking another puff, he thought about it. Simpler would likely serve them better than the complicated process of optimal disperal of various airborn agents. Or calculating the right doses, as some agents were tempermental, and could kill if the target absorbed too much of it.
“I’d also have to look into less subtle weaponry, just in case. Rubber bullets aren’t overly safe, regardless of their status as a non lethal round. Tasers leave tell tale burn marks, mace doesn’t have stopping power, and have the chance of causing fatalities. Tear gas might be useful to have on hand, to facilitate egress if things go tits up.”

Though if things truly went tits up he’d be dropping non lethal, as dead people don’t tell tales. But right now it was planning the heist itself, not the contingencies. Even if it was his nature to do that at the same time, but the others might have ideas to float around and plan around.

“Those are my initial thoughts, well the ones worth focusing on anyway.”

He looked at the others, the other thoughts were born around the lack of people he could likely rely upon should constructive violence be required. But then in his line of work, he never had opportunity to truly rely on anyone else. Even if it might’ve been nice to know there was another gun out there, as he wasn’t one to assume there was such a thing as easy money.

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Re: [IC] Bourbon & Glock (Heist RP)

Post by Aurelia Courville » Thu Aug 09, 2018 12:19 am

“Just keep out of trouble…” David's words echoed in her mind over the words Marcos was saying through a mouthful of dark chocolate cream until

“You couldn't bring some coffee or at least a gallon of milk?”

Elsie's eyes narrowed hard “I'm not your mother.” It snapped out of her mouth with a venom less sweet than normal. Nerves getting the best of her, even she had to take in a surprised gasp of shocked air.. Her reputation of charm and grace was saved by Neil, the tension at the base of neck disappeared. She mentally exhaled.

Vette had taken the cup, sipping what Elsie knew was a too-bitter-for-Vette coffee through a genuine smile. For all of Vette’s effervescence, overly bright, clearly-a-prostitute appearance, she was good at what she did. “Aw hun, such a gentleman.” batting at the air with her free hand, she stood a little and bent over the table to slid the box with one last pastry towards him, the move overly exaggerated to somehow also accentuated her breast. Elsie managed to keep from rolling her eyes. These were the difference between she and Vette that Elsie knew were what would keep Vette from marrying up, and help Elsie become one of the wealthiest women in North America.

“No way this could go wrong.” famous last words. Elsie could feel the tension coming back with a vengeance.

“Vette and I will make an excuse to go round to the bank to scout guards during peak business time to see how many we could possibly be dealing with.” she got the words out, fully believing in their ability but still unable to shake that overly cautious feeling.Vette had placed the cup back on the table and was fluffing up the oversized lace flower on the choker around her neck, looked up and smiled as if remembering where she was. “As for slipping roofies,” she made a point of looking at everyone’s assorted donuts. “I’m sure we can work something out.”
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Re: [IC] Bourbon & Glock (Heist RP)

Post by Georgeanna » Mon Aug 13, 2018 4:37 pm

Any calm that Jo had stockpiled since last seeing her disappointing, there was no other descriptor for her really, doppelganger flew out the window as their leader walked in, calling attention yet again to their similarities. Gritting her teeth, the woman held her tongue, instead opting to adopt a pleased expression. You can be as irritated as you want, but you will not let your temper slip again, she chastised herself as she took a quick breath. Years and years of social-maneuvering made her response drip with sincerity, convincing and sugar-coated. Easy as exhaling.

“Of course, my dear. I wouldn’t be late for such a meeting.”

Slowly, and then seemingly all at once, everyone filed in. It was Jo’s stern belief that a socialite had to know who they were engaging with before making a scene, and that idea guided her to keep her mouth shut. Instead, the woman decided to lean back in her seat, crossing one leg over the other lazily while she listened to all of them greet one another in their own ways and then move to talk about the actual job.

A bank heist, the heiress thought to herself. How quaint. But she couldn’t help but be attracted to the idea. There was that custom Ferrari that she couldn’t bring herself to spend money on. Maybe if she had some extra play money, it might be worth it. Jo grinned--hell, even if this plan went in the trash she’d still buy the damn car. Win either way. At least this way would be a little more fun.

The phantom sound of car engines stole her attention as the others chatted. It wasn’t until a woman who had entered with Elsie offered her a donut that she snapped back to the present. Looking down at the fried dough, Jo wrinkled her nose the slightest bit.

“While donuts are great, I think I’ll pass. Thank you, though.”

Luckily, the confectionaries snapped the red-head out of her daydream long enough for her to realize that Marcos was addressing the group as a whole. The grifter listened, narrowed her eyes at some of the details, but did not interrupt. She considered the options, the strategy and something seemed off.

Blinking she found a cup being handed to her, suddenly. Lifting the cup to her lips, she took a small sip before returning to her contemplations. ...in and out relatively quickly... She didn’t quite doubt that; stealing a painting being stored for eventual movement seemed like an easy enough job. But only one security guard for an entire bank that had a secret underground basement seemed unlikely.

“Not that Group B’s part of the job isn't important, but if I may interrupt,” she interceded, momentarily glad she didn’t take a pastry as Elsie glanced at all the donuts, “Are you really telling me that an entire bank, with a ‘secret,’ underground basement for prized possessions is only guarded by one security guard at night, a few measly cameras, and a security system? I don’t mean to undermine your intel, and I’m sure your informants are very trustworthy, but doesn’t that strike you as odd? It really doesn't matter how good a security system is if you have no one to respond right away. Sure, one publicly known night guard I could believe because I would think that a secret basement merits at least the possibility of a second or third secret guard. I have the same sort of feeling about First Bank of Fresno too if I’m being honest, though having two night security guards seems more legitimate.”

Jo took another sip, one of her rings glinting in the dull light filtering in the warehouse, her mind continuing to spin. “But maybe I can figure that out for myself when I go have a little chat with the one we know about. If I’m wrong, I’m wrong, but I’d rather not get arrested unnecessarily because we’re underestimating these banks."
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Re: [IC] Bourbon & Glock (Heist RP)

Post by BrookeDi » Tue Aug 21, 2018 2:07 am

Jade frowned slight disapproval at the term 'twins.' This isn't Parent Trap where she was going to discover her long lost twin.

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She said nothing, only watched as Marcos began to set up and the others began to file into the warehouse. She took a maple glazed donut as it was offered, setting the donut on a napkin in front of her. She was more concerned with their job than with eating at the moment. That would come later. She'd hate to have a thought to share or a question to answer, only to find her mouth filled with pastry. The cup of coffee, too, was set off to the side. Some of the faces she vaguely recognized, but most of them were strangers. She was uncomfortable sharing a job this big with a bunch of people she didn't know. As Marcos began handing out jobs, it became clear what each of their skills are, but it still didn't provide her with any sense of ease.

It would be so easy for one (or more) of them, to screw it up for all of them in one way or another; purposeful, or not. The fact that both jobs were requiring one getaway was also unsettling, but no one else seemed to oppose to the idea.

At his question, Jadyn nodded; she could get in and out with a painting easy enough. She was distracted by the idea that it would be that simple for a painting that great care had been taken in hiding it in a secret basement. She was about to contemplate the idea when Elsie mentioned something about roofies, and it was easy enough to see the look she gave all of the donuts that had been passed around. With a disappointed sigh, the young woman pushed aside the pastry. She'll have to buy breakfast later. The look-a-like actually voiced the thought before Jade had fully formed what about the whole thing made her uncomfortable. She hated to admit, but she agreed with Jo. "I think Malibu Barbie is right," she spoke up. "There's no way they would go through all that security without additional measures in place."

A successful job absolutely came before her pride, even in this instance.
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Re: [IC] Bourbon & Glock (Heist RP)

Post by Palacia » Fri Aug 31, 2018 10:23 pm

Late. She was completely and utterly late, even she’d realized how late she was. Rina wasn’t the type to be timely, but rarely she was this late to something like this. Contracter folk tended to get jumpy and rather trigger happy to the untimely, but fortunately.. Well she wasn’t sure if it was lady luck guiding her hand or her drabby charming personality. Not that it mattered at this moment, her footsteps hurried. Hurrying inside her pace shifted, gate transformed and the underwhelming atmosphere of a mothball draped her form. Taking a moment to frizzle her hair and smear a bit of her eyeliner her form continued to shift into it’s bedraggled normal self, large round glass found their home on her soft nose and widened her coppery green eyes a touch. Something about her was alarmingly attractive, but the overt physical appearance lacked all semblance of grace. She let out a soft sigh and drew into the noisy room and eyed her follow conspirators.

‘Meh,” was her single thought as she found her way to a small chair and took a quiet seat. Her focus went immediately to Marcos, keying into his minutiae, she clicked her tongue softly realizing at this point she was hopelessly lost. Having caught the tail end of a few questions, but without context she found her thoughts lost and jumbled. She mouthed a quick “the fuck” and cleared her throat rather meekly.

“Ehh…. uhhmnn…..ahhhhh, Sorry for being late, but could you uhhh readdress my part in this remarkable plan? I missed it unfortunately, I was putting on my makeup you see.” Her meek voice barely carried in the room, but it wasn’t inaudible. She scratched her head, a feigned nervous tick.
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