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Post by dere on Jul 15, 2016 22:36:23 GMT
A new skyline, a new job... His gaze slowly pans across the cityscape laid out before him. Brilliant, dazzling dots of blue, white and yellow pepper the skyscrapers littered around, rising from the ground like ominous pillars. helicopters circle around in the sky like buzzards, waiting to close in on their prey, which just so happened to be the man observing them. He cracked a smile, and slowly got back up to his feet. He straightened his hat and collar while walking to the edge of the roof that he was perched on.
No time for rest... let's kick it. Not wasting any more time, he jumps off of the building, throwing his arms behind him with his eyes focused sharply in front of him as he sails into the dark streets below.
JoJo's Bizarre RP presents He is lost from sight for a moment. Then, A second later, he reappears on top of a shorter building not too far away. He breaks into a sprint across the building, leaping off the edge when he came onto it, disappearing and reappearing on top of a roof not too far away from that one. He continues his run for quite some ways, blending into the patches of shadow between the lights of the city, remaining unnoticed by anyone. Finally, he leaps off the last in a line of tall buildings, disappearing from view.
KINO Films
He reappears on top of a wide, three story concrete building. The sign in front describes it as the centre de curiosité. A helicopter flies above the place, shining a blinding spotlight down on the roof. He hides from the spotlight behind a wide vent rising up from the ground, and waits until the helicopter moves on before he makes his move. He jumps into the vent, moving quickly through until he is deposited until he comes into a dimly lit room filled with exhibits on a variety of objects, such as the bones of ancient animals and priceless pieces of art. The guard patrolling the room turned around his head, thinking he had heard a sound. However, nothing seemed to be in the room with him, so he blamed his nerves.
and Fallen Angel Productions
Hiding behind a saber tooth tiger skeleton, he listens closely to the guard, waiting for him to turn around and walk the other way. He blinks to another exhibit, then another, then moves into a dark hallway. He peers across a corner, notices a security camera panning across the room in the corner next to a door, then reappears right below it, outside of it's view. He waits for the camera to move to a position where he can move next to the door, and he inserts a lockpick into the door, unlocking it quickly.
Directed by Hideo Kojima
He closes the door behind him, and smiles as he turns around. His prize awaited him... But, his smile quickly fades away as he hears... footsteps?
SMOOTH CRIMINALS
An interesting ad ran in many newspapers across the world. Most took it as some sort of joke, but not everyone...
To all those interested in infiltration, heists, and general thievery. To all those with a distrust of bigwigs, billionaires, politicians and the elite. To all those with special skills that you would like to share with the world: Please, call the number below. If we find you satisfactory, we will provide you everything you could ever wish for.
XXX-XXXX-XXX
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Post by dad on Jul 15, 2016 23:23:10 GMT
It was late. Very late. The night had almost gotten tired of its continuous presence on Earth, as the moon kept reflecting light towards it. Most people were already asleep at this time and it was too dark and cold for even the most savage of party animals to keep staying outside. Not even beggars or unsavory folk could be seen in the streets. Everyone had retreated to someplace to call home.
Inside a closed subway a young man with his head wrapped in a black cloak was lying on the floor, covered in a sheet of old newspapers. He appeared to be sleeping, noisily snoring as his body shook in the cold. His moment of rest would however soon be interrupted, and his life would change forever.
"Gimme a quarter." He'd hear someone say in the subway. A tall, skinny man was talking to a much older person with a brown jacket, threatening him with a knife. "Nah, gimme your wallet, dumbass!"
The man covered in newspapers opened his eyes, but did not make a move. He kept observing the scene and after looking closely, he noticed that two other men were next to the one with the knife, standing right behind the man with the jacket, presumably to block his escape.
"I-I need this money to buy my medicine! P-Please! Just let me go!" He'd plead, but the one with the knife just snickered as he lightly licked the blade of his weapon.
"Man, I love it when they start pleading. You know how much I care about your problems, man? I don't give a shit. Now, gimme your money, or me and my friends are gonna have to make you squeal..." He cackled, his friends smiling along as the old man would remain petrified.
Suddenly, the knife would fall from the man's hand and his friends would hear loud footsteps, before seeing his friend just lie on the floor disorientated, a nimble black figure next to him.
"Run! Run!" The figure screamed, pushing the other two thugs aside and letting the old man escape.
"W-What the hell?! Who the fuck do you think you are?!" One of the thugs screamed, raising his fist in anger as the figure turned towards him, allowing himself to be seen in a much clearer light. He appeared to be wearing some sort of traditional cloth from Japanese warriors, like ninjas in the movies. His face even resembled that of a shadowy ninja, covered in black cloak along with a metal mask-like apparatus.
Starring Hiro Yamamoto as Hiro Yamamoto
"You dogs! Have you no honor, assaulting a weak old man like that?! Truly despicable, you American thugs are!" Hiro shouted with a thick Japanese accent.
"Man, who the fuck is this guy? Fucking ninja turtle with no turtle?" A thug exclaimed. "Man, he dresses worse than my granny!"
"Alright, that's enough!" The skinny man from before said, standing up and dusting off dirt from his clothes. The other two thugs remained silent as he approached Hiro, revealing his status as leader of the group. "Alright, ninja boy. You let that guy escape and we can't do anything about that, so we're taking your money instead!" He threatened with a grin, revealing another knife in his pocket and pointing it at the ninja, but Hiro simply stood still, staring the thug down.
"....Uh? You're just standing there? Gimme your money!" He shouted, before Hiro sneezed on his hand, causing him to instinctively step back. "Gross!"
"NINJA!" Hiro screamed as he punched the thug in the gut and then proceed to kick his leg, causing him to lose his balance and fall.
"You motherfucker!" Both thugs screamed in unison, attempting to rush Hiro down. Hiro simply jumped above them, leaving them disorientated as they never expected someone to be able to jump so high.
"YEAAAAART!" He shouted, making a quick dash towards one of the thugs before delivering a powerful jumping kick to him, literally sending him flying towards the opposite side of the room. The last thug started quivering with fear, sweat trickling from his face as he raised his hand, as if trying to surrender. Hiro gave him an unsettling look, as if it was one of bloodlust. He then dashed towards him, his fists already ready to strike.
"NINJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-" Hiro screamed before stopping his punch at the last second, confusing the thug who quickly took this opportunity to run away, terrified of his foe. "....And never come back!"
Hiro then sighed, slowly walking back to his pile of newspapers. "How long have I been visiting the various continents since my journey had started? Has it been a year? Two years? All this time and yet I have found not even one single trace of what I'm looking for. I truly am the dishonor of my clan, going around like some rabid dog, just occasionally dealing blows to the small fry criminals whenever I encounter them. My clan was right about not getting involved into other people's matters, maybe I should have done the same a while ago..." He thought, lying on the pile and trying to sleep again, not feeling even an ounce of satisfaction from the deed he had just done. "If only I had something to start out with. A clue that will bring me closer to my objective..." And in that moment luck struck, as he noticed an ominous message in one of the papers surrounding him.
"Huh, a thief advert? America really is the state of progress, even for criminal dogs! But wait, against politicians and corporate scumbags? I've dealt with their kind before occasionally during my travels. Despicable, they are. This is...intriguing. Perhaps they are merely trying to preserve justice in the areas under control of these rich people? That is truly honorable, then, but what interests me is their knowledge regarding stolen artifacts. Perhaps they have seen it, my greatest desire." Hiro quickly stood up, taking the paper and quickly heading outside of the subway without being seeing by anyone. He headed to a payphone and took out his wallet, before opening it and seeing a fly fly out. He was broke.
"No! I won't let the greed of payphone constructors to lead me astray!" He thought, quickly stepping into the shadows and heading next to a nearby hotdog vendor, throwing a shuriken at one of the condiments on the stand, causing a ketchupy mess.
"Aaaah! What the hell?!" The vendor screamed as Hiro snuck up on him.
"Ninja pickpocket!" Hiro stole a nickel from him. Enough for one call. He then left, not before feeling a bit of regret due to his actions. "I am sorry, I really am, but the destiny of my clan depends on me."
He then headed towards the payphone and called the number, quickly saying "Hello? I saw your ad on the newspaper a while ago" in case they answered.
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Post by hellohello on Jul 15, 2016 23:46:59 GMT
A sleek blue car rolls up to an urban filling station. The driver gets out and hands a few pounds to the gas jockey for a refill and a window wipe before heading into the station.
STARRING
"Mind ringing this up for me?"
"Oh, yeah, sure thing." Simon had been standing in the almost unreasonably long line for about five minutes before he got to the counter. What kind of gas station is this busy? "Oh, and a pack of lucky strikes please.", the cashier nodded and turned around to grab the cigarettes. Simon's eyes wandered a little to the newspaper open on the counter that the clerk had been reading. Beneath the usual Brexit drama was a small, almost intentionally nondescript ad. The first line of the ad caught his eye, and he began to turn the paper around when he heard the clerk say, "Hey, mate, ya wanna read it ya gotta buy it.", Simon grumbled and threw a pound on the counter before grabbing his things and leaving. Now outside, he leaned against the wall of the station and lit a cigarette, flipping to the ad in the newspaper. He read and reread it a few times before throwing his cigarette on the ground, stamping it out, and walking back over to his car. Simon could tell that the gas jockey did a shitty job cleaning his windshield, but no matter. These things can't be helped. He got in his car and pulled out his phone. Sibonakaliso Helms
AS
"Uh, yeah, heard you were lookin' for some volunteers?"
Sibonakaliso 'Shaka' Helms
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Post by Al Freakster the Big Cheese on Jul 15, 2016 23:49:48 GMT
In a strange house, assembled like a poorly-made constructor, lived a strange man. In his home one could find many strange, disconnected things. A pair of golden toothbrushes, a simple pen, menu from a high-class restaraunt, a basket full of kittens. The kittens had a little insignia on their collars: "MR". Suddenly there was a bang. And another one. And yet another one. Then, the door to the house was busted open. A group of men in black suits entered, bearing the same insignia on their jackets. They were wrecking the stuff around the house, trying to find something. The Leader led the group to the second of three floors. One of them pointed at the basket and shouted: "They are here!" The rest of the group came to the basket. The kittens started to mew loudly, with an obvious scare in their voice. Then, a voice rang out. "Wow, your jolly lot finally found me! Well, too bad you are not going to get those kittens back. They came with me, and are mine by right!" In the doorstep stood a man, dressed in black shirt and pants, with grey overcoat loosely hung on him. The man had a very magnificent mustache. However, none of the group could see a monocle, located right by his left eye. They pointed their weapons on him. Focused on im and him only, they didn't see the kittens running away. "Now, you see, you lost those kittens, right? You didn't even feed the poor things properly. There is no need for all those rich cat food. No wonder they hate your lot. And you bunch of idiots didn't even have a proper guard for them! Now, frankly, i could go on and on about it, but... You lost them again, right now. What a damn [Reckless Abandon]." Suddenly, the ceiling above the whole room the trespassers were in went down, crushing them to swift death. "Wow. What a bunch of sitting ducks." Starring:
Ludvig JacksonAsLudvig "Cool Cat" Jackson
He took out his notebook and wrote: "Cat room on floor 2 unusuable, mafia accident." Then, he went down the stairs. Looking around at the destruction, he sighed.
Goddamit, my house is a wreck. Well, gotta start again. After 4 fucking houses destroyed! And all for a different reason. Oh, it is going to be such a hassle talking with those realtors... Good thing I got insurance.
Walking down to the kitchen, he started to cook some bacon. Little meows could be heard all over the kitchen, as kittens started to eat chicken heads laid out in their bowls. Ludvig ate slowly, thinking out where to get another location for a house. Then suddenly, a newspaper flew into the opened window and hit him on the head. Child laughter was heard outside. Grumbling, Ludvig got the newspaper from the floor and started to read it.
WHY IS EVERYTHING IN GERMAAAAAAN? These idiots messed with my subscription again... Huh? What's that?
Ludvig read through the advert.
"Thievery? Sounds like a good adventure. Fuck it, I will call. BUT! First, need to get the kittens to pet shop.May someone pick those little guys up."
Ludvig got up. He ran upstairs. In a few minutes, he was back, with another basket. Leading kittens into it, he walked outside. In an hour, he was back.
"Why would I leave my phone at home? Ah, nevermind."
Ludvig called the number. After a few seconds, he was connected.
"Hello? I was reading your advert. I am very interested. How do I reach you?"
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Post by BlueRose on Jul 16, 2016 0:22:59 GMT
The afternoon summer sun was beating down onto a rather small town in rural New Zealand. The towns citizens were going about their business, neighbors conversing amongst themselves, children playing in the local parks, the local stores, bustling with activities. But alas, there is one exception. On the towns border, there was a large, hulking man who hadn't woken up.
STARRING MAKO ALAWA AS "THE ROAD WARRIOR" *Ring Ring*"Ah, shit!..." The man mumbled under his breath. *Ring Ring*Maybe they'll just hang up... *Ring Ring*
" *sigh*, guess that's not happening, hnng!" Mako struggled to role out of bed, the sounds of wrappers crinkling and beer bottles being knocked around echoed throughout the rustic trailer. He stumbled over to the nuclear ground zero which was either originally a counter or a cardboard box, he had forgotten at this point and picked up the phone and began to speak in a low, gravely tone. "Alawa Auto Body - Whaddya need? -- No, we don't do refunds -- Sir, calm down, if you bring it in tomorrow, I would be hap- -- Sir, I don't see what my mother has to do with thi-" Mako jerked the phone away from his ear, as the man at the other end began to speak in a volume that was actually impressive. Mako pressed the phone back to his head after the yelling had subsided only to realize that the other man had hung up. *BANG*
"The fuck..." The large man walked out of the trailer only to see that the paper was delivered to him by mistake, the force of the paper boys throw being more than enough to dent the cheap scrap metal that the door had been replaced with.
"Ah, well, I ain't gotta pay for it" Mako took the paper into his trailer and pulled at an old drawstring, slowly but surely the lightbulb affixed to the ceiling of Mako's humble abode flickered to life accompanied by the buzzing of a faulty electrical current "Lets see what bullshit's happening today..." Mako mumbled to himself as he flipped through the help wanted adds, hoping to find some oddjobs he could do on the side when he saw something that took him off guard, an advertisement for thieves wanted with promises of unfathomable rewards, Mako produced cigarette and zippo lighter from his coat and smiled to himself.
"Ah hell, why not, I am already a thief anyway, lets take this up a notch.
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Post by MoeSenpai on Jul 16, 2016 0:54:04 GMT
The first thing Julia did after waking up was making toast and brewing coffee. She looked at the TV and then back to her notes. She wrote some stuff about the moderator she noticed. - His eyes are red - Has a coffee stain on his shirt - His glasses are black - Probably wears XL - Is 1,78m tall - His zipper is open She looked at the screen again, hoping to find something else noteworthy. Suddenly she heard a metallic sound from the direction of her door. "Seems like the newspaper is here" Julia put the cup and her toast to the side to have more space on the table. She then leaned back and stretched her arms. "Word Up." Her Stand appeared behind her, putting an arm on its hip and the other on the table. Julia took another sip from her coffee and looked at the TV again. When she looked on the table again, words and pictures were imprinted on it. "Let's see what happened today." She took out a notepad and pen and started to make notes. - A bank was robbed - Some famous person is marrying-Something is going on in the middle east"Nothing really interesting, huh?" Julia's eyes continued to wander over her table. After a while she stumbled upon a bizarre advertise. "Is this a joke? Who would ever believe an as like this. This is either a joke or a scam." Julia took another sip from her coffee, only to notice that it was empty already. With a sigh she stood up and went to the kitchen. On her way there she saw a picture of her brother Peter on the wall. She suddenly remembered the stories her brother always used to tell her. He was a professional thief and participated in many heists. Julia wished many times to join him, but he always refused to take her with him. Maybe this would be the perfect chance to show him what she was made of. She chuckled because of this thought and went back to the living room. She cleared her table with one swing of her arm. But Julia hesitated to erase the advertisement. *What if this is a legit advertisement? Maybe they are really searching for people. It could be fun. And if my brothers stories are true, I would meet many new people and travel trough many countries. Well... I think calling them wouldn't hurt, would it? worst case scenario would be a hefty sum at the end of the month* Starring
Julia noted the the telephone number and pulled out her phone.
Julia Fox as Julia "Novel" Fox
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Post by Silver on Jul 16, 2016 1:05:47 GMT
The night was young, yet one light in a home on a small New York street was on. The man in this house was odd, the neighbours swore that two men lived in the house, yet there was only one at any time, and even stranger still, they only saw each othe men at different times of the day. Tonight was special for the man who lived on the quiet street in the noisy city of New York, for tonight he was looking for employment as a thief or, if need be, an assassin. This man was... Jack HydeStarring AsJack "Doc" HydeOn this night Jack had found a very interesting advertisement, one that invited rogues of all sorts to have a bit of fun. Wonderful, I haven't seen anything this odd in a while! the man thought, wondering when he should pursue this offer.
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Post by ToledoJones on Jul 16, 2016 5:28:56 GMT
It was your average night at Satisfaction, a two star club in an up-and-coming neighborhood. The place was packed floor-to-ceiling with trust-fund kids, sleazy businessmen and underaged partygoers with good fake I.D.s. The music was loud, designed specifically to pierce the ear drums and the spinning lights were aimed directly at eye level. And as usual, there were two popular activities: dancing, a fancy word for committing sexual assault on the dance floor, and drinking. Roleen would partake in the latter, but would also be responsible for a third (and far less) popular activity. She was a master of slight of hand, or so she claimed, and choose to entertain drunken masses.
Starring Roleen Stone... She leaned with her back against bar, gesturing widely to the small crowd of faces that had gathered in semi-circle around her. The bartenders had no reason to care, she was not popular enough to clog up the whole bar with spectators and she was buying drinks for those that participated in her show."Me next! Me next!" An annoying-looking drunk girl had hobbled up to Roleen and yelled in her face.Roleen stepped aside so that she and the girl were the middle of the group. "Step right up, sweetheart." Roleen began, glancing the girl up and down. "Let's do things a little differently this time... I've done enough of the usual drunken girl items: their lipsticks, their high heels - even a purse or two!" She chuckled a bit. The girl was fairly young, barely legal. Noticing the lack of a bra under the girl's loose shirt, Roleen hatched a scheme. "Tsk, tsk, little lady you should know better than to wear such a loose shirt with no bra. Somebody might get a free show." To punctuate her sentence, Roleen flourished her hands in front of the poor girl wildly. When Roleen's hands fell her to her side, her victim's breasts fell free with no shirt to support them. She quickly covered herself and gave a little shriek. The very observant may have noticed a new tattoo appear on Roleen's body, but the drunken crowd did not notice anything new on her heavily inked skin and were likely too distracted by the nearby softcore porn.The crowd went wild, whether for Roleen's talents or for her lovely assistant's she was not sure. Though, she had an idea. "Alright, alright. We've had enough fun." Roleen clapped her hands together. When she pulled them apart, she pulled the shirt with them. She handed the shirt back to its owner. Roleen turned to the nearest bartender. "Alright, get the chick with nice rack anything she wants. On me, Leslie Smith." "Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" A large man, big enough to be the club's bouncer, had pushed his way into the crowd. "You think you can just use my tab?! You think I won't hit a girl!?"As "The Painted Lady"
"Whoa, whoa now there, big fella." Roleen responded, putting her hands up as a gesture of placation. "I got a better solution than you getting your ass handed to you by a lady. I'll do my slight of hand trick and if you can guess how I do it - I'll pay you back double what I charged to your tab. And as a gesture of faith I'll let you pick what I have to make disappear. Anything at all." She gave a wink, more for her audience's benefit than her would-be assailant's.
Leslie grumbled. He gave an angry look, "Fine, girl. Show me what you can do. Make that..." He looked around the room for a moment. "That bar stool. Make it disappear." He thought he had her for sure. Roleen sidled up to the bar stool. "This?!" She said in mock incredulity. "You want me to make this disappear?" She grabbed the stool and placed in front of the bar. "No problem!" She turned her back to the audience, blocking the bar stool from view. She brought her hands up slowly and then slammed them down onto the stool. She stepped aside to reveal that the stool was, in fact, gone. "So, got any clues? No? I guess I win our little wager. Barkeep, get the man a drink... on himself! Hah!"Leslie looked as though his whole world had crashed down upon him. "No... no..." He muttered. "Not possible! You cheated! The bartenders are in on this!" He made a lunge across the bar. The barkeep ducked. Well, I didn't want it to come to this. She brought her hands up as if to strike Leslie barehanded, and brought them down. The bar stool reappeared in her hands as she brought them down; it shattered over the man's back. He went limp. The crowd quickly dispersed after that event. Roleen grabbed a nearby newspaper and began to sop up Leslie's blood from the counter. She read an interesting add from the paper as she absentmindedly cleaned. Doesn't sound too bad... I could probably stand to find a new scene. Management won't be too happy with this, also the cops. She ripped the add out of the paper and walked out of the club. She squinted in the darkness outside, trying to read the number on the paper. Christ, how much did I have to drink? These numbers all look like X's.
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Post by Skarlet on Jul 16, 2016 5:52:19 GMT
In a rundown apartment, a young man has rice cooking in a pot. He is shuffling through the drawer for something, clattering the silverware until he finds a pair of tongs. He takes the tongs and walks over to the counter were a phone sits by a newspaper shred. The young man of brown skin reaches for a pencil and pushes the buttons on the phone. Once the phone starts ringing he picks it up with the tongs which have now turned into solid gold. He holds the phone up to his ear with the tongs. "Hello?" Starring: Ishmael Mehndi as Ishmael "Djinn" Mehndi
"I'm calling about your advertisement in the paper? I am hoping this is not an entrapment, if there is an opportunity where I can make money I would jump at the chance. Your ad mentions special skills, well I've certainly got a special skill." Ishmael turned to quickly remove his pot of rice from the heat, making sure to grab the handle with a rag.
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Post by All fiction on Jul 16, 2016 6:40:19 GMT
A man walked down the street, taking his time to in the window of each store. To an observer he might appear as a window shopper, or just someone looking to find a way to kill time. Every so often he'd turn around, looking with his hands in a rectangle, like a photographer looking for a good shot. Eventually he stopped, this was what he was looking for. A small jewelry store on the corner of an intersection. A quick look around confirmed his suspicions. Plenty of cameras, in the store and on the traffic lights. "Perfect" The authorities would be baffled, the next morning every camera was broken, even those in the nearby stores. All in the same way, the wires frayed, the lenses cracked. Even stranger was the last image each one recorded, a man in a gold mask walking up to each of them, making a finger gun, then it went black.
Starring Victor Durant as Victor "Smoke" DurantVictor sat in his favorite bar, enjoying a beer to celebrate his latest self promotion while reading the paper. He was searching for an article about his heist when he came across and interesting ad. The number was already dialed before he even reached the door of the bar. "Showtime"
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Post by BamHam on Jul 16, 2016 8:47:25 GMT
It was a peaceful night in Minnesota. The sky was as clear as day, and most citizens were asleep. The only person who was still awake was a lone guard in a jewelry shop. Filled with caffeine, flashlight in his hand and a confident smile on his face, this guard was sure that no robber would get these jewels tonight. That is, until he heard a crash. "Wh-whose there? Identify yourself!" The guard started to walk slowly towards the location of the sound, knowing that he didn't have a weapon to fight the robber. As he arrived at the scene, he noticed that a window was broken. Before he was able to rationalize the situation, the sirens started blaring. It became very clear that this was a robbery The guard ran back to the jewelry as fast as he could, but by the time he arrived there, the jewelry were already gone. "How the hell did this happen?! I didn't even see anyone go past me!" As the guard was panicking over the situation, a short man with plain-looking clothing was walking away from the jewelry shop, counting the jewelry he just stole. "Damn. Can't these people have something worthwhile to steal for once!? Tch, I can get maybe around 700 dollars with these."
STARRING MILES CUNNINGHAM AS MILES "LONE WOLF" CUNNINGHAM
As Miles was walking back to his apartment, He noticed a newspaper on the ground. "Nice, a copy today's newspaper. I wonder what's the haps..." As he flipped through the pages, he noticed a strange ad detailing about some kind of a thieving organisation. "Jackpot." Miles then took out his stolen cellphone, and called the number. "I heard that you were recruiting thieves. Tell me more about it."
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Post by Zacos on Jul 16, 2016 10:01:05 GMT
STARRING ”Now now, nobody needs to get hurt, right gentlemen?" He backed out a bit, but then realized Gary had his back against a wall in every meaning of the phrase. The three men were approaching him slowly but surely, just fast enough for it to be noticed by him. ”Tell me one reason for us not to completely crush every part of your body right here, right now” ”I was only trying to do a harmless prank?” ”You had already done it. Besides, it wouldn’t have been so harmless if it had worked due to it resulting in you taking a couple o' hundred pounds from me.” Gary got a bit startled. "Well... Uh... I've got nothing. Guess im screwed, heh?" The man, sligthly taller than Gary and quite muscular, grunted with a stone-cold expression. Then a playing card flew at the men. GARY JULES ”Shitshitshitahitshitshit!” Gary pushed people aside as he ran through a crowd with the men behind him, about 10-15 metres away. *How the hell did they realize that i used Mad World?* Gary thought. Suddenly he took out a deck of playing cards, dropping a 9 of clubs while doing it. Suddenly the men ran right past him, bumping into him a bit, and headed towards the next corner. ”Amateurs", Gary mumbled as he rearranged the deck. AS Then he walked to a tiny café to his left. ”One latte, please” *Well, i cant hide here forever so i suppose its time to leave London* He grabbed a newspaper, quickly glancing through it. ”Your latte, Mr.” ”Thank…” Gary stopped mid-sentence as he saw a peculiar ad. The waitress giggled a bit when he started digging an old Nokia 3310 from his pocket. Gary chuckled a bit as well. ”Shut up, its an amazing device and you know it” GARY ”BLACKJACK” JULES
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Cuckold
Deithwen Addan yn Carn aep Morvudd
"If you are lonely when you're alone, you are in bad company."
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Post by Maester of Evil on Jul 17, 2016 23:31:23 GMT
Venice, A humble Ristorante in the Piazza San MarcoA regal looking figure lounges in the open-air section of the Ristorante. He sips casually at a latte whilst skimming through the local newspaper, his eyes and face obfuscated by his sunglasses and hat. "Boring, boring, boring.... This city has lost its appeal, sad to say. It would seem I must seek new challenges; but where?" Suddenly his eyes glance over a peculiar ad in the paper; a sly smile creeps across his face. "Well well Fabian, seems you found just what you were looking for." Finishing up his cappuccino and sending off the waitress with a wink and some loose change, the illusive man strides confidently out of the cafe into the main square of the Piazza San Marco....Starring Fabian de Lourdes, Marquis de la Jonquiére...Half a dozen black cars squeal into the square, men practically rolling out of them as they pull to a stop. By the time they've surrounded the mysterious man over a score of black clad thugs and enforcers are brandishing bats, fists and other instruments of violence... all pointed at him. "The Cosa Nostra. How annoying...." A short, surly looking man whose airs marked him as the leading Capo strode towards Fabian, a cigar hanging loosely from his mouth. "Don Torielli is displeased with you Signore. He offered you hospitality and how did you repay him? By dishonouring his daughter in his bed before making off with the Family jewels... now you're gonna tell us where they are. And don't worry your pretty little head.... cause were gonna break your bones regardless of if you tell us, then we're gonna dump your sorry carcass in the Adriatic. Fatto?" The lot of them had a good laugh at that comment, but suddenly their laughter died off.... almost as though they couldn't here it.....As "Le Fantôme"The flash of steel was all the assembled thugs saw before their target began. With precision strikes and speed these common thugs had never seen before the man slash and carved his way through the Cosa Nostra soldiers; he had killed six by the time the others ran in fear at the realization that they weren't dealing with any normal man... but Il Demone.
Fabian wiped his blade off one of the fallen thugs shirts before departing; he had the luxury of time as the other people walking throughout the Piazza would see the massacre only a little early than if they heard it. "It will not prove difficult to change my appearance until things are safer... and by then I don't doubt Le Fantôme will have plenty of work coming his way. But first...." Fabian swung a right and made his way to a nearby payoff, quickly dealing up the number in the paper....
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Post by chrome on Jul 18, 2016 3:29:21 GMT
Walking down an alleyway in London usually wasn't the greatest idea; but they both knew that this was how they made money to eat, looking for loose change. The occasional Ten or Twenty pounds laying about, usually sticky with some substance they would rather not know. However, the only threat in alleyways isn't sticky cash or garbage. The two men were taken by surprise as they heard a voice from directly in front of them, deep, the intention to threaten them. "Oi! give me your fuckin' wallet!" He yelled, stepping out of the shadows of the alley.
STARING... Charley Coffee
The Braver of the two men would step forward, the other slinking backwards out of fear. The thug would make his way forward, he looked like a typical thug; fairly fit, bad tattoos he got for dirt cheep, and lastly, knife in hand. The thug was quick to pull out his butterfly knife in a show of spinning steel. "Are you deaf or something!?" He screamed at the man in the red and black striped shirt, Charley. Charley eyed his blade, before looking the man in the face and grabbing his shirt, and pulling him forward and into his forehead with incredible force. The thug simply fell forward, a surprised look plastered on his face as his nose was slammed into Charley's forehead. The failed robber fell backwards, holding his bleeding, broken nose in his hands. The second man, the one who had accompanied Charley cowered in fear, nose running with snot and eyes watering. Charley looked down at the man and rubbed his head, it ached from his attack, but that still didn't stop him from kicking the man in the guts, knocking the wind out of him as he crumpled into a messy, bloody heap on the alley floor. Charley walked back to his companion, his face a stern scowl. He placed his hand on the crying mans shoulder. "You're a disgrace." He said, his hand beginning to fuse with his doppelgangers.
AS Charley Coffee
the now fully fused Charley would walk forward and sigh at the man. "I guess he must have deserved it..." He said reaching down for the mans bloated back pocket, pulling out the black leather wallet. Opening it up revealed a combined total of two hundred pounds, and a slip of paper. 'Thieves wanted' The paper had said, a phone number written below the message. Charley simply walked out of the alleyway to buy some lunch, and give this mysterious phone number a call.
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Post by BlacKnightZero on Jul 18, 2016 3:34:32 GMT
It was the middle of the day. The streets were crowded, lots of people just walking by. One of these unlucky souls were going to be the target for Chris Colionne's next pickpocket. He was standing by an alley, trying to look inconspicuous as he searched for someone who looked like they had a lot of cash on them. A couple yards away, Chris saw him. Some important looking dude, nice clothes, talking on his phone. This had to be guy, it was too perfect. Chris started to walk forward as he got ready to work his magic. He bumped into the rich guy, making it seem like an accident, and kept walking forward. The guy probably won't notice for a while, but Chris discreetly lifted his wallet. "Heh, sucker..." Chris muttered under his breath, celebrating his victory. CHRIS COLIONNE as... CHRIS "SNATCH" COLIONNE
A couple hours later, Chris was back at his home. It was an old run-down apartment that was lightly furnished. Most of the furniture was stolen anyway, so it's not like he had to pay that much for it. The place wasn't perfect, but it worked for him. It could be a little more presentable, but nobody ever comes to visit, so he doesn't bother.
Chris sat down at his couch and picked up the newspaper. "I wonder what's new today..." He looked through it. There were some interesting stories, not much that would get him any money though. "Ah, god dammit!" He was frustrated at the lack of business. He's been getting low on money because there haven't been many big opportunities to steal things. And from the looks of things, it was still going slow. Or so he thought...
Continuing to read the paper, Chris found a peculiar ad a little further down. It was addressed to thieves like him, a demographic he wouldn't expect to be addressed in a newspaper. "'Everything I could ever wish for'...?" Chris thought about it for a second. It was pretty odd, but who was he to deny a big opportunity to steal things? This might even be the big break that gets him famous. "Well, I guess I'll give it a try then." He picked up a nearby phone and dialed the number on the ad.
"...So I hear you're looking for thieves, huh?"
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