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Post by Lex on Apr 16, 2005 18:14:09 GMT -5
OOC-I'll go ahead and put first post.
Demon strolled into the warehouse, swinging the painting carelessly by her side. She looked at the others who were in the warehouse, all of whom worked for X before setting the painting against various other works of art. She flung herself over the back of the couch, bouncing onto the cushions on the other side.
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Post by Little Nightling on Apr 16, 2005 18:16:28 GMT -5
OOC you have to be human right?
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Post by Lex on Apr 16, 2005 18:18:37 GMT -5
OOC-No not nececarily. But your character has to look human and act like one. But they can have abilities and stuff.
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Post by Little Nightling on Apr 16, 2005 18:20:42 GMT -5
OOC kk ^^
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Post by Ryuuza on Apr 16, 2005 19:00:05 GMT -5
"So where'd you get it from." The large man said, sitting down on his chair and taking deep draws from a lengthy cuban cigar. "Well, you know I always keep my contacts hidden, incase you're a man from the law, or a greedy man, it's the best way, really." The precious jewel was immaculate, no scratches or marks. "Keep that damn dog away from that!" The large man shouted, pointing to a german shepard that was contrantly straining at his chain, aiming for the jewel. "I believe we have a deal?" The younger man said, his voice brimming with charisma and confidence, his eyes looking at the man intently from behind his sunglasses. "I believe we do..." A laptop was opened. "Start the transfer..." Immediantly, the young man was half a million pounds richer. "Thank you for your time." The young man said, swaggering out the room. A few moments silence before it was broke by the dog. It had broke the chain and was charging for the jewel. The confusion between the large man trying to shoot the thing and the guards trying to stop him let the dog grab the jewel in it's teeth. The man leaped form his chair, clutching at the jewel and kicking the dog aside. When he looked at it, the jewel was seeming to dissolve. In a small moment of understanding, the man licked the jewel. "...It's salt... Get him back here now!!!"
Opening the hotel entrance casually, winking at the female valet and stepping into a motorbike. He sped off, satisfaction absolute.
Name: N/A Codename: The Wolf Age: 20 Appearance: Suave and dashing, not letting the crimes he commits get in the way of his fashion sense. Always wearing an expensive suit where avalible, kitting out in high tech stealth suits for the more risky operations. Bio: A prodigy of a master thief, who is noe missing presumed dead. The Wolf slips in and out of puplic events, stealing and conning people out of money. His work pays off, sometime finding work from people who would like something money can't buy, or money wouldn't buy.
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Post by bywho on Apr 16, 2005 19:13:09 GMT -5
Name:Keith Boneheim Nickname:Rob Age:17 Race:Human Occupation:Gunman/assasin/theif Appearance:His hair is spiked up* and is completely black. He wears a black cloak that makes him very inimidating, which works perfectly with his short temper. He has three scars just over his upper lip, and below his nose. Two are parrallel and the other one is perpendicular to the others, running straight down to his chin. Attitude:He is normal nice, but is sarcastic if you push him. If annoyed to great extent, he will draw his gun and put a large hole in the head of his annoyer. Sometimes when he is thinking he keeps to himself, and others he does nothing but talk. His gun is sleek, carrying nine shots. He keeps eighty bullets in a sash that crawls down his body, and also ten more in his cloak in various pockets. He has a flip blade in a pocket in the very front of his coat, just out of veiw that he uses for his assination missions. He also has a pair of black gloves that blend perfectly in with his long sleeved black shirt, black pants, and cloak. His cloak is hooded, making theiving easy for him. Strength:He is very swift with his gun. Wealness:His short attitude gets bad remarks from his friends, and he won't hesitate to kill anybody that pisses him off. BIO:He was born in a small town, with very few wepons. He tok a particular liking to a certain pistol when he was three, and stole it at ten. He accidently shot his dad with it, and his mother exiled him from his family. He wandered about, stealing for money and serving as a hitman. He still wonders, not knowing where he will go. He got a flip blade from a theft mission, but killed the person that had hired him in liking of the knife. He robbed plenty of ammunition of this man, and snatched a black cloak. He earned the nickname Rob after this little casualty. He then continued on his journey in search of something to do.
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Post by Lex on Apr 16, 2005 19:16:51 GMT -5
Demon lifted a pistol off of the nearby crate that served as an end table as a rather hefty man came into the warehouse. She stood up, and walked over by the paintings. The man stopped in front of the painting that had just recently been stolen. "How much for it Dez?" He asked after a moment.
"Wasn't that hard to get. So I'll give you a bargin. Quarter of a million." She responded as she loaded the pistol.
The heavy man coughed as he loosened his tie slightly, "Ten thousand."
"Fifteen." Demon smirked, "I'm not going any lower Mac."
"Yes. Of course." The man pulled out his checkbook and filled it out. After a moment he handed her the check.
"Is it good?" Demon had long since learned to always make sure the check was valid.
"Of course." The man reasured her. Demon nodded as she handed him the painting. "Pleasure as always doing buisness with you Dez." Demon watched as he turned and made his way out.
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Post by bywho on Apr 16, 2005 19:20:39 GMT -5
Rob sat in the corner, fiddling with his pistol. "You could've weasled way more than that out of him," he muttered to Demon. He had difficulty snapping the barrel down. "Anybody have a bottle of oil?" He called out, seeing the imense rust piling up. That was probably the reason it took two shots to kill that guard last night. After a bottle of oil was handed to him, he began to drizzle small amounts on it. Great affects appeared. It was so much easier to open it now. He slipped it in his coat and lost himself in thought.
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Post by Lex on Apr 16, 2005 19:29:29 GMT -5
"Like I don't know that." She took her place on the couch again, laying the pistol back onto the crate. Demon examined the check for a moment and placed it in her pocket. "I'm bored. Anyone know what we're sposed to do tonight?" She seldom paid attention to X's goons in the mornings when they arrived to assign jobs and announced what the nightly heist would be.
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Post by Ryuuza on Apr 16, 2005 19:34:10 GMT -5
"Fore!" He shouted as he launched another golf ball off his penthouse flat. One of his accociates had just climbed up the stairs onto the roof. "You know, I am pretty sure the pro golfer will notice his clubs were stolen. "Well, serves him right for leaving them out in the open..." Another spectacular shot and he retreated back into his flat. "We have a job for you, and this one pays good." The Wolf looked intrigued. "Tell me more..."
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