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| Those Were the Days; Chris & Abe // Michael | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 19 2010, 01:25 AM (136 Views) | |
| Ammy | May 19 2010, 01:25 AM Post #1 |
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"Bonnie to Clyde, this is Bonnie to Clyde: commence phase," the walkie-talkie spat static with each press of the button. Chris looked into the speaker, waiting for an answer. None came. She gripped it tightly, and pressed the button with a little more fervour. "Clyde, do you read?" A short sputter of static, then, "I read! Sorry, I got distracted~" She sighed, and grinned with relief, touching the little black box to her head. A few deep breaths, she could do this. It was only a little operation, something he wanted in return for what he'd given them. The moral implications of robbing a bank might damn her, but that didn't matter. Better to be damned than be killed at a mere sixteen. Though, if something went wrong... No. She couldn't think of those things. They would do this, they would succeed, he'd get the money, and she would go back to doing the theatre. Abraham, too. Maybe somewhere deep down she knew that was a lie, but she couldn't face that reality, not yet. Chris stuffed the walkie-talkie into her coat, and adjusted her scarf so it was swathed around her neck. They could do this, it just took a little luck. She had reviewed the plan a million times over in her head, gone through every situation and consequence. If she was arrested, if he was arrested, if the bank was bankrupt. They could do this, she could do this. She strode from the ladies bathroom, following the crowd leaving the metro. She'd memorised the streets surrounding the bank, recorded possible escape routes. Just to be safe. She could do this. There was no need to fight or stand out, blending into the crowd as they mindlessly made their way through the streets. Stopping at every stop sign, clutching her cloche hat to her head in an attempt to protect it from flying off in Chicago's iconic wind. She was no different than any other citizen, only... she bowed her head, staring at the pavement, only they weren't thinking what she was thinking. Leonardo had insisted she had the natural talent for this sort of thing, that he needed the money. If she had taken issue with it, after what Abraham had said to those men, they would both not be here. Chris shook her head, pushing the door to the bank open. A sense of dread swelled within her, suddenly growing cold. She couldn't do this, could she do this? She was just a kid, earlier in the morning she'd vomited at the thought of robbing the bank, how the hell did he think she could do this? At least there weren't many people here to witness this, she thought with a look around the bank. It was mid-morning. Nine o' clock, last she checked. She looked from end to end, spotting a familiar purple-haired young man. They met eyes, but quickly looked away. Maybe he was ashamed as him. For a moment she dared to meet his gaze again, lifting her chin and hoping her message would translate. Had he done the job? A flicker of a smile passed over his face, and he bowed his head. Guess that meant it was about time to start. Stepping into the bank, she attempted casual civilian behaviour, getting slowly into position. She cracked her knuckles, and with one hand reached into her coat. There was a moment's pause, when all the world stopped and Chris thought a thousand things at once. Was this right? Could she stop now-- what would happen to her? What would happen to Abe? Her hand tightened around the handle of the gun. How had it come to this? Where had she gone wrong? She bit down on her lip. Here goes nothing. "Nobody move!" Her voice rang out clearly in the quiet of the bank. She pointed the gun at the head of Abraham. The whole room froze. There were no heroes in here, she thought. Come on, someone stop her. She dared them with her eyes, but received nothing but trembles at the sight of the gun in her hand, and how relieved it was them not staring down the barrel. She saw it all, and it made her sick. This... this was really her, wasn't it? Swallowing a lump in her throat, she said, "Alright, listen up. When I say the word you're going to open up the vault, and my friend here'll put the money in here." She whipped out a large bag, shaking it open. She saw Abraham flinch, looking to the ground. Chris frowned and faltered before her brow set. "Well, I'm waiting!" she snapped. When had it come to this? she thought bitterly, as they opened the bank and just let him start shoving the money into the bag. Even if it was an act, she never in her life thought she would be pointing a gun at her best friend. Even if it was an act, she couldn't pretend like that frightened look on his face didn't break her heart. "That's it..." Abraham announced, another wince. He was pretty good at this. "Every penny that account had." She smiled, albeit painfully. "Good," she said, swinging the bag over her shoulder. This felt like the money Leonardo wanted, he'd asked for a certain account. A siren sounded as she began to retreat from the bank. Commence phase two. |
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| Sephiramy | May 27 2010, 02:56 PM Post #2 |
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Boy, what a night Michael had just had. Him and a few of his co-workers had just finished up a hard case they had been working on for nearly an entire year. So it had called time for a celebration. So Michael and about seven other officers decided to go out and have a good time at the strip club. There they had all gotten rather drunk, received a few lap dances (if not more) and meet a few young girls who were looking for a good time. Michael had been generous enough to the the youngest of the bunch. Her name was Georgette and she was only nineteen years old, but legal thankfully otherwise he would have been at a loss on what to do. So being the unselfish man that he was Michael took Georgette back to a motel to have some more fun which lasted late into the night. It was now morning and Michael had to be at work here within the hour. So after waking up and getting dressed Michael left Georgette behind in the motel without even so much as a goodbye or a thank you. He did pay for the room though. Such a gentleman Michael was, especially since he was feeling like crap. Although one could expect to feel like so after spending an entire night partying and then some. Michael needed some coffee and quick. He couldn't show up at work feeling and looking extremely exhausted. After enjoying about two cups of coffee, a bagel and two banana nut muffins Michael felt a little better. All he needed now was a cup of coffee to go and he'd be set for the next few hours. So after paying for one more cup of coffee, in a to-go cup of course, Michael left and began walking down the street. It was still rather early so not many people were found walking along the sidewalk. It was nice really to have it almost completely to himself. No having to dodge other human bodies.. if only life could be so easy every day all day. On his way to the office Michael ended up walking past a bank. It was a fairly new bank, one that Michael had considered going to himself someday. So as he walked past the door he decided to stop for a moment and take a peek inside through the window. As he did so Michael spotted a figure holding a gun at someone's head. Backing up Michael began to rub his eyes hoping that it was just his head playing tricks on him, but as he looked back through the window he noticed the figure was still there and still pointing the gun. Crap! Why did all the good things happen when he was off the clock? That didn't matter though. Right now Michael needed to call the office and report what he had just seen. Quickly, so he wouldn't be spotted from the inside, Michael ran over to the front door and began to dial the number to the station. Luckily an officer he knew had answered. "Berry man," Michael began, his voice calm and cool, "there's a robbery going on at the Chicago Community Bank on 1110 W. 35th Street. Get your asses down here now!" Michael ended the phone call and made sure to stand there and guard the door. It would be best for right now until back up arrived. That way he could make sure no one else entered the building. It didn't take long until Michael heard the sirens of the police cars and once they finally parked Michael took another peek inside. Shit he cursed mentally as he noticed that the figure, or figures now, were taking off. They were headed for the back of the bank. There was no time for Michael to alert any of his friends so instead he took off by himself around the corner of the bank all by himself. "Hey!" he yelled out once he spotted the two bodies. He then lifted his hands in the air so the robber knew he wasn't armed, "just let the man go and I'll let you go, okay?" All that mattered right now was getting the innocent hostage away from the not so innocent. |
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| Ammy | Jun 2 2010, 09:25 PM Post #3 |
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So far things were going off without a hitch. How long this victory streak would last, only time could tell. Lady Luck hadn't exactly been kind to Chris lately, exactly why she wound up like this in the first place. The boss had apparently seen something in her though, she couldn't help but wonder what. A washed-out actress didn't exactly scream professional bank robber, but he wasn't the type of guy you questioned. She was afraid of what would happen if she did. So here she was, all because she couldn't ask a few god damned questions. The bag was heavy in her arms, this was when Abe would come in handy, but unfortunately it would look a little suspicious if the hostage asked to hold her bags. Chivalry only stretched so far before it got ridiculous. Holding the bags of the woman (seemingly) threatening you might be taking it a bit too far. Chris bit down on her lip, arms flexed as she hefted the bag up. At this rate she'd have to drag the thing out, whoever knew cash could be so heavy? Or maybe it was her guilt, as corny as that sounded. The next part of the plan relied solely on Abraham, she was taking a back seat for this. It could go one of two ways. At least it played to his strengths, acting always came naturally to him. She didn't doubt there wasn't a person in the place who didn't pity the poor kid with a gun to his head. Sirens. Time to beat it, Chris. She turned to go, almost ready to take the gun from Abraham's head, when some hero barged into the bank. Good news for humanity and heroism, bad news for her. He might do something stupid. "Hey! Just let the man go and I'll let you go, okay?" the man said. He had to be in his late twenties, early thirties. Men his age all looked the same to Chris. She scoffed. His logic was a little flawed, who was the one with the gun here? Sure, she wasn't planning on using it, but how could he know that? Unless he could see that she hadn't spilled blood before, and see past this stupid tough girl façade she was putting up for the sake of a show. "I..." she gulped, feeling her throat close up. Dangit Chris, pull it together! This guy really knew how to mess up a girls' plans, and she had known him for all of a few seconds. Taking a breath, she said, "Don't push me, I know how to use this." Probably sounding like the kid she was. Before Chris really knew what she was doing, she pulled the trigger, aiming it just to the side of the man. It fired, sailing through the air. Her stomach lurched, feeling suddenly like throwing up. Had she just...? And maybe it had... She had to go. The weight of the bag no longer an issue, Chris took off. She pushed past the man, taking a back exit she had scoped out before. Abraham knew what to do, if things got out of hand. She hoped. |
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| Sephiramy | Aug 11 2010, 09:49 PM Post #4 |
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The first thing Michael did upon entering the building, besides calling out to the culprit of course with high hopes of stopping or distracting them, was assess the area. There were a few customers laying flat with their faces hidden from sight, terrified no doubt, along with a few bank marketers as well. Quickly he took an estimated guess of about twenty-two people in total that were in plain sight. Michael had to remember this for the report later. Last but not least and probably the most important was getting a description of the culprit and the hostage. First up was the robber. She, or so Michael assumed due to the person's body shape, was of average height and a bit on the skinny side. She was wearing a jacket and a scarf which covered her face from the nose down. Damn. Her eyes were large and blue and her hair.. at least from what he could see from under the hat was pink. A bit strange. Perhaps it was a wig? It was extremely hard to tell due to her disguse but Michael had to say she looked to be under eighteen at least. Next was the hostage. He was male, or at least Michael hoped, standing at about the same height as the robber however his eyes were green. Something was a bit odd however. Michael had a hard time deciding wether or not he saw fear in the young man's eyes. One second he could see it but the next they seemed to twinkle? It must be exciting for the teenage boy though. Maye he had never seen such action before and didn't quiet know how to react. The last thing Michael noticed was the boys hair. It was blue. What in the world was up with all these strange colors for hair? Perhaps it was the new thing now-a-days in school. Once Michael was sure he had a mental description of the surrounding area and the people involved he turned his full attention back to the young girl who was now threatening to shot off the gun. "You don't want to do that," Michael said with a steady voice while slowly walking closer, "your so young. You don't want to hurt anybody do you?" He had been mistaken though for not a moment later the gun went off and the bullet dug deep into Michael's bicep. Due to the pain a deep roar escaped from his lips filling the air. His opposite hand then shot up to cover the new wound. There was no time to call in an ambulance however, for the robber shoved past him and took off running. Almost instantly forgetting about being shot in the arm, Michael spun around and quickly chased after the girl. He had to get her before she shot anyone else with the weapon. Michael no longer cared about the money she was stealing because now anyone's life could be in danger. |
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