Post by Mokokos on Dec 1, 2006 1:14:52 GMT -5
ooc; I apologize in advance for god-moding >.< Damnit, I'm horrible at this kind of stuff... Oh well, I think it kind of sets the mood for the rest of the rest of the RP... I hope that it's a good mood...
ic; The light breeze went unnoticed by a man standing on the rooftops overlooking the 4th National Bank. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He puffed out a few circles of smoke, then resumed his analysis of the scene below. It was quiet. Good. He had never much liked noise.
The man looked at his watch. 30 seconds. He took another puff of his cigarette. Why did time always move slower when you were waiting? He looked at his watch again. 10 seconds. He threw his cigarette down to the ground and smothered it with his shoe. One more time, he looked back at the bank below.
Time ran out. Suddenly the front doors of the bank opened, and 3 people walked calmly out of the bank. If he hadn't known any better, he would have assumed they were regular people. Of course, a keen observer may also have noted that they were the only people who had come out of the bank in the last 5 minutes, despite the numerous amount of people going in.
There were two men and a women. The men both had backpacks on. They walked up to a black, nondescript car and stepped in. The car drove off. No one on the street took any notice of the events that had just transpired. But they would soon. Very soon.
As if on cue, an alarm sounded inside the bank. He turned around and walked through the rooftop entry door. His job was finished. For now.
1 Month earlier...
The table in the middle of the room was well lit, but not much else. Six people sat around the table. No one talked. If you could have seen their faces, you would have known that the tension in the air was high.
A man of medium build entered the room and sat down. His face also remained hidden.
"This will only last a few minutes," The new man said. His voice was not deep, but it seemed to come from every direction. "I don't know any of you very well. Randoms, if you will. But not quite. Your expertise and success have led you here. All of you have reputations that precede you. You are, to put it simply, the best of the worst." He let out a short chuckle, but cut it short.
"We are here to form a gang, of sorts. A dedication to the delicacy that is crime. We are looked down upon by the rest of society, but our work is difficult and time consuming, often more so than people in the upper echelon of society."
He paused for a moment and looked around the room. The darkness was such that he couldn't see any of the people faces at all, and posture didn't tell him much either. What they didn't realize was that that also told him something else: They were experienced. They were confident. They knew how to keep secrets. All valuable assets.
Suddenly, he pulled of his hood and threw his head under the light, making himself visible for everyone too see.
"This will be a place of trust. I trust you all, before I even know you. Fully trust. If you say you can, you can. If say you say you can't, you can't. I hope you can reciprocate the feeling." He started to pull his head out of the light, but stopped and thrust it back in. "Our group name is Sin City. And you can call me Shade."
-----
The table and the room had remained the same, albeit there being a slight bit more dust. Also, there was quite a bit more light. Enough to light all 7 faces around the table. The room was obviously jovial.
Shade stood up at one end. He had a small smile on his face, which was slightly unusual. "Yet another success. I don't know how you guys do it."
"Dashing good looks?" Richard said with a grin.
"Definitely not yours," Shade said jokingly. "Anyways, I've got good news. Well you guys were having your little party, I got a phone call from an old friend. Apparently, there's a job opening at Fort Knox."
Everyone turned and looked at Line. She sighed.
"Damn, and I was just getting used to the EI..." Line said glumly.
ic; The light breeze went unnoticed by a man standing on the rooftops overlooking the 4th National Bank. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He puffed out a few circles of smoke, then resumed his analysis of the scene below. It was quiet. Good. He had never much liked noise.
The man looked at his watch. 30 seconds. He took another puff of his cigarette. Why did time always move slower when you were waiting? He looked at his watch again. 10 seconds. He threw his cigarette down to the ground and smothered it with his shoe. One more time, he looked back at the bank below.
Time ran out. Suddenly the front doors of the bank opened, and 3 people walked calmly out of the bank. If he hadn't known any better, he would have assumed they were regular people. Of course, a keen observer may also have noted that they were the only people who had come out of the bank in the last 5 minutes, despite the numerous amount of people going in.
There were two men and a women. The men both had backpacks on. They walked up to a black, nondescript car and stepped in. The car drove off. No one on the street took any notice of the events that had just transpired. But they would soon. Very soon.
As if on cue, an alarm sounded inside the bank. He turned around and walked through the rooftop entry door. His job was finished. For now.
1 Month earlier...
The table in the middle of the room was well lit, but not much else. Six people sat around the table. No one talked. If you could have seen their faces, you would have known that the tension in the air was high.
A man of medium build entered the room and sat down. His face also remained hidden.
"This will only last a few minutes," The new man said. His voice was not deep, but it seemed to come from every direction. "I don't know any of you very well. Randoms, if you will. But not quite. Your expertise and success have led you here. All of you have reputations that precede you. You are, to put it simply, the best of the worst." He let out a short chuckle, but cut it short.
"We are here to form a gang, of sorts. A dedication to the delicacy that is crime. We are looked down upon by the rest of society, but our work is difficult and time consuming, often more so than people in the upper echelon of society."
He paused for a moment and looked around the room. The darkness was such that he couldn't see any of the people faces at all, and posture didn't tell him much either. What they didn't realize was that that also told him something else: They were experienced. They were confident. They knew how to keep secrets. All valuable assets.
Suddenly, he pulled of his hood and threw his head under the light, making himself visible for everyone too see.
"This will be a place of trust. I trust you all, before I even know you. Fully trust. If you say you can, you can. If say you say you can't, you can't. I hope you can reciprocate the feeling." He started to pull his head out of the light, but stopped and thrust it back in. "Our group name is Sin City. And you can call me Shade."
-----
The table and the room had remained the same, albeit there being a slight bit more dust. Also, there was quite a bit more light. Enough to light all 7 faces around the table. The room was obviously jovial.
Shade stood up at one end. He had a small smile on his face, which was slightly unusual. "Yet another success. I don't know how you guys do it."
"Dashing good looks?" Richard said with a grin.
"Definitely not yours," Shade said jokingly. "Anyways, I've got good news. Well you guys were having your little party, I got a phone call from an old friend. Apparently, there's a job opening at Fort Knox."
Everyone turned and looked at Line. She sighed.
"Damn, and I was just getting used to the EI..." Line said glumly.