laughing straight to the bank !

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laughin' straight to the bank

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---Call me crazy, but I’ve wanted to do a bank heist thread for so long. I’m not really into stifling anyone’s creative freedoms so as long as you can come up with at least 200 words a post I say that you should join. The heist will take place at a small, local bank near a Chicago suburb but a crew of robbers that have recently received media coverage. There should be at least four of the robbers and everyone else should be inside of the bank. What’s going on outside can be manipulated by all of us and used to push the thread forward when we need it. Now, the only thing that I really recommend is that your character is not absolutely relaxed about this whole thing. I want it to be a high intensity hostage situation. We’re going to need a hero, someone in hysterics, the teller etc.

---So play with me, chyea? To enter, just post this at the beginning of your opening post. Feel free to play multiple characters:
Character Name, Age
--- trait, trait, trait

The Cast:
Donovan Stewart, 29 (robber)
---anxious, malleable, rash

Leonard Gunn, 32 (robber)
--- impatient, aggressive, focused

Stella Jenkins, 21 (customer)
--- hysterical, easily frightened, childish




If it weren’t for the sheer desperation, he wouldn’t have been doing something like this. Well, who would perform a crime if they didn’t need to? That is, aside from the privileged youths of society that could afford things, but stole them for the adrenaline rush – those brats. He shook anxiously, ringing a rolled up his newspaper between his hands as he strolled directly towards the bank doors. All he had to do was cross the street. Everyone else was inside and in moments they would be in and out with thousands of dollars nestled comfortably in their pockets. The strategy was crystal clear and seemed easy enough: enter a small town, rob a small bank, and get lost in a big city. What could go wrong? When alerted, the authorities had an average response time of fifteen minutes seeing as the primary offices were located deep in residential areas. There was always the chance of a spare cop roaming near the square, but he couldn’t bring himself to dwell on what could go wrong. He was a pessimist as is. Avoiding eye contact with everyone he passed, Donovan jogged softly across the street, his black pants and matching t-shirt soaking in the heat of the early morning sun. For the rest of these guys this may have been child’s play, but he was new to the team, heaving been picked up three weeks prior. It was explained to him that an earlier partner had bailed out without excuse; Donny took that to mean that he was now dead – but he’d never know the truth.

A strong gust of cool air greeted him at the doors as if to carry away his bad nerves. With a nod towards his partners, Donovan cast his gaze towards the floor and meandered slowly into the center of the bank. He inhaled and in one swift motion dropped the newspaper, pulled a ski mask from his back pocket and pulled it over his short, black hair. People watched him inquisitively, but it wasn’t until he revealed the hand gun in the back of his trousers that they finally got the picture. “I’m sorry to announce ladies and gentlemen, but this is a hold up.” Despite his worry, this message was delivered with a sustainable amount of confidence, as if he knew what he was going.

---- okay, so I hope this was a decent enough beginning to draw some of you guys in.

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[Dr. Soda]

Leonard Gunn, 32 (robber)
--- impatient, aggressive, focused

This was the big day! The heist. Leonard had always loved heist-days, they either went all according to plan with no casualties- which was fine and all, just an easy day- but then there were the days when things went unexpectedly. Which were even better in Leonard's opinion. Casualties or no- anything that sent adrenilne coursing through those veins was enough to get Leonard happy, even trigger-happy. Killing obviously wasn't below the older gentleman as he kept his distance from the rest of the crowd in the bank, already set up on his post. He felt the holster under his dark sweeter and tapped the table-top he was leaning against, impatient. As always.

where is he?? The man thought in aggravation, turning his green gaze toward the entrance subtly, wondering if letting this new kid take point was the best idea. Sure he wasn't the boss, so he couldn't make that call. (last guy who did nearly got his ear cut off), but still- who took this long to enter a building? They could have been done and out by now with all the cash! However, just before Leo could get any more impatient, he saw Donovan, or more accurately 'the kid' to Leo, and felt a jolt of something or another. Fear? Anxiety? Excitment? Yes, it had to be the third choice. And as soon as he saw the kid give the signal, he too dashed off (unnoticed) behind the corner of a near-by wall and slipped on his own ski-mask, before also dispatching his hand-gun.

When he heard the kid give the order, he nearly lost his head. what the hell was that??? Who says their sorry in the middle of a- Oh, what the actual..-
"YOU HEARD EM' KIDDIES!" Leo boomed, more sheer force than confidence etched in his tones than the other, before stepping out with his gun held automatically out-ward, pointing at the nearest pedestrian. "That means you sweet-cakes!" He grinned secretly under the mask, before taking a few steps forward, making sure his side was safe as he went- he wasn't going to be blind-sided like last time! Boss had said 'no casualties' if they could help it on this one, but of course, he didn't say if 'the people' could help it- so. Better watch out.

[✫ DIA]

Stella Jenkins, 21 (customer)
--- hysterical, easily frightened, childish

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Stella - cc22cc


"Thanks! That sounds absolutely perfect. Uhm, yes. I'd like to transfer five hundred dollars into my savings account?" Young, fashionable and naive Stella Jenkins babbled to the teller, while her bluetooth hung from her ear, as her friend Melanie squealed, yelled and shrieked on the other end. "Melly, shut up a minute. I'm speaking to the teller," she spoke to the air, as the teller stifled a laugh. As the teller told her what was in her savings, and what was in her checking account, the young woman smiled and nodded. "That's perfect. Uhm, is there anyway I can ask you to put two hundred into my checking account?" Stella flipped her long brown hair over one shoulder, exposing the tiny music note tattoo on the side of her neck. Granted, it was hidden behind her hair most of the time, but when she showed off, she enjoyed it when people told her she looked good with it.

As the teller put in the money, she glanced around at the rest of the customers in the bank. Stella was a person watcher, no doubt about it. The only thing was, she was only a person watcher so she could see what was popular with the higher class crowd, a crowd Stella ached for since she turned nineteen. She was popular at the bar crowd with her clubbing clothes and the like, but as far as business went, Stella was a nobody. She turned back around to the teller as he told her what she now had in her accounts. "Great. Thanks so much," but before she could turn and leave, someone - a man - announced that it was a hold up. Immediately, Stella wrenched the bluetooth from her ear and bit the corner of her lip, her body beginning to shake. She knew what a hold up was, and she knew what he was. A robber. Stella screamed softly when the second robber pointed the gun at the person next to her, then covered her mouth with her hands, crushing her bluetooth at her chin.

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Was that alright? He wanted to cough a little bit into his hand, unsure of how to follow up and half waiting for a response. Then again on second thought, measurement didn’t seem to met the criteria for this particular scenario. They’d given him a gun, told him the single and gave him a time, but he’d given him a sample harangue. Leave it to Donovan to stress over the trivalties of a robbery while he stood in the middle of a bank with gun in his hand and a ski mask clung to his features.

Following the example set by the rest of the team, mainly Leonard whom he found himself constantly trying to prove his worth to, Donovan pointed his gun towards towards actual customers instead of merely it in the air. “Put all of your hands in front of you, Bluetooth on the ground! If you make a move that I think is suspicious, I will shoot you.” He began to stride forward and placed the barrel directly between a brunette’s eyes. “Let me repeat, I will shoot you.” As the other two of their crew went around the bank putting everyone on their knees and kicking their bags from reach, Don set his sights on the tellers – they were the wild cards. Anywhere behind their tall mahogany desk there could be some sort of hidden security measure and that was all they needed to be triggered to send this plan whirling down the tubes. He felt eradicated from the mundane world he was resided as the power of the trigger infected his blood.

They were already in a bank, with guns and hostages, nothing could go right from here. He shot aimlessly at the wall behind the bank’s workers, their screams bouncing further than his bullets. “Warning shot!” he belted. For a split moment he found his mind straying to what led banks to abandon the think glass that once sat behind, but that was the corporate world, wasn’t it? Always making sacrifices to cut costs. Donovan looked to Leonardo for approval before he rushed the back of the counter. The cotton fabric of his shirt began to stick to his chest as sweat rolled down the back of his neck. What he couldn't get was why weren't they pulling out the money yet. He didn't want to stand here all day holding a gun to this people. He just wanted the money and then to make an escape - it was as if they didn't understand what was going on and how to behave.

[Dr. Soda]

Leonard - Green

Leo didn't miss a beat, he followed up his threatening demand with a swift one-handed shove and grab of a lady's phone she had out, texting no doubt. They'd have to watch that! Grabbing the device and flinging it across the room toward an empty part of the pale room, the burly man pointed the gun toward the ground, signaling for the group of now-hostages (what? he liked to spice things up) to line up on the ground. "Nice and easy, on the ground, put those hands where I can see them." He instructed, glancing up briefly to see Donovan make his debut gun-threat. This made the man smirk slightly. Well now, he was learning!

don't have to say everything you do though. ruins the effect Well, he was still learning. Leonard turned his attention swiftly back to the group of people he had all ready lined up and walked slowly around to make sure none of them tried anything. "Hey!" He growled, bringing his hand out to snatch a phone someone had in their hand, "No phones. No cops. You'r-" Before he could say anymore, he heard a clear siren outside. "Shit! Hurry it up kid! We got company...." He kicked his feet in frustration as he looked to see a police cruiser pull up in a rush. He signaled for one of his boys to send the message to the cops while he kept point where he was.

"Money. Now!" he shouted, looking back toward the younger robber, angered that he wasn't getting those dimwit workers doing their job! Leonard was getting impatient now, and when that happened, things didn't turn out good for the company involved. Someone was going to lose a toe soon. Gripping the gun, the older man dropped back to aim it at the girl who dropped the blue-tooth before. The cold metal pressed firm against the woman's skull, digging further in as time passed- that money needed to be bagged now.

"This is the police, come out with your hands now! We will use force if necessary!" An amplified voice called from outside the glass-doors, more cars were pulling up and time was running thin...

[CaptainPella]

Phoebe Jackman, 25 (customer)
--- sarcastic, genius, stubborn
~ color = orange

Holding her hand on her head she waited in line. Currently she was very annoyed as she waited for the woman in front of her to finish. She had held off going to the bank till now and officially regretted it. Getting a phone call she answered it as she heard her brother on the other side. Sighing she said in a still very irritated tone "Is there a problem, because I swear if a have to spend another dollar on your out of work butt." He chuckled on the other side obviously liking that her could still get his sister this annoyed. but he stopped and said in the upmost serious tone "Oh don't you worry I have a job." A surprised look appeared on her face not actually believing him but she knew he could not see her face. So with a cheery voice "Really, so your moving out?" But when he begin to hesitate she knew that this was not a stable job. Rolling her eyes she said "Oh never mind I got to go." Hanging up before he could say another word she walked up to the teller. With a smile on her face she asked him how much she had in her checking account. She sighed with relief to know that she had not been drained by her brother. But she still had a slightly worried look on her face. So she said "Okay then I will put a hundred in there just in case." As the teller nodded she looked around and down at her phone. Texting her was now her best friend Jasey, which she was happy about.

As the teller put in the money she texted Jasey, telling her about her brother and such. But she knew that she had heard it before but Jasey did not mind listening again. Finally after a few more minutes of waiting and Jasey telling her that she needed to kick her brother out she told the teller that she would like to transfer 50 dollars to her brothers account. Which he had given access to her, again the teller nodded and after more minutes of wait and ignoring her brothers call twice she smile to the teller and waved bye. Barely getting out the door she turned as a woman shooter robbers. Her mouth hung almost wide open as he watched the same woman get threatened by the robbers. She got down on the ground a listened to the robbers. But her already irritated nature made her a little stubborn. Rolling her eyes she wondered how this of all things could happen to her on one of her worst days. Pulling her knees up to her chest she watched the robbers her eyes narrowed in frustration.

Matthew Miller, 30 (Teller)
--- annoying, thinker, kind
~ color = red

When Matt got into work today the least he would expect was it to be this busy. But what did he expect people wanted to get their money and he helped them. As the day passed by he helped a few people and then two women. After that he was ready to close down and have his lunch break. But he barely got to the back when a girl shouted the oddest thing robbers. Was someone playing the bank or something, because he had never heard anyone shout that in this bank in a while. He laughed it off and was about to go into the back when he heard gun shots. Running back to the station all of the customers were on the floor already submissive to the robbers. While the teller next to him began putting the money into the bag, he wanted to stop her. But he knew that he probably would get shot if he tried. He stood there looking dumbfounded and not knowing what to do other then watch helplessly. The teller next to him that was bagging the money finished and handed him to bag as if saying she ran out on her side. Blinking he began bagging the rest of the money where he was.