Duplex
Hatchling
Either you die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
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Post by Duplex on Apr 2, 2013 19:19:16 GMT -5
Duplex pulled her sweater over her shirt and utility belt, a cap over her bright red hair. Putting her game face on, the woman her small apartment with quick steps. The streets were dark and deserted as she made her way across town. Her heist was going to g off without a hitch, she was sure. She paused briefly to give a dollar to a homeless man before continuing on to the museum, whistling a short tune.
After an hour she was standing across the street from the museum. She crept to a side alley, pulling her mask down over her face as she went. "Go time." From her belt she pulled out a small device into the key box. Holding a small flashlight in her mouth, she punched in a code on her device, and a light glew green. With a chuckle she eased the door open
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Post by Locke on Apr 2, 2013 20:19:57 GMT -5
"Thank you," The homeless man croaked, the stench of alcohol permeating every inch of him. He snatched up the dollar greedily and shoved it into the confines of his grubby coat. He offered her a toothless smile to express his appreciation. He watched as she ran off into the dark. Locke smiled as he pushed himself up from his street corner. "There's one," he muttered, dropping his charade and strolling towards the museum. Locke hated museum heist. They were too cliche and trying to fence the prize always proved to be a problem. Locke made an exception this time though. Rumor had it that at least seven thieves other than himself were going after this artifact. The Con-artist couldn't pass up a chance to rob not one, but seven people of their prize.
Locke made his way towards the museum and stopped a few blocks away. He discarded his costume and began rummaging around under a dumpster before pulling out a black dry cleaning bag. He quickly switched into his guard uniform and donned a few prosthetic. A false chin applied skillfully, a deep scar that left his right cheek puckered inward, and a pair of blue contacts. That coupled with the fact that his red hair was dyed brown made him look completely unlike himself. He whistled the same song that the woman had been as he waltzed toward a side door and wrapped on it lightly.
"Jones, you're late." The intercom next to the door buzzed. Locke rubbed the back of his head, his cap grasped in his other hand.
"Sorry, Rich, the old lady was on me about something or other. You know how it is." Locke replied in a Brooklyn accent. A laugh came from the intercom followed by a buzz.
"Yeah, I now. C'mon in, don't tell Dalton that I let you in after close though. He'd kill me." Jones, or rather Locke, pretended to zip his mouth as he entered the building and made his way to the monitor room. Gaining a job as a guard had been easy. A new identity, false references, and some phony paper work was all it had taken. Locke had retained the guise of Jones for a week, casing the museum and keeping an eye out for his competition. Tonight look like it would be the night though. He began whistling again as he opened the door and took a seat next to Rich.
"Got a good feeling about tonight, Rich." he said with a toothy grin.
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Duplex
Hatchling
Either you die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
Posts: 81
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Post by Duplex on Apr 2, 2013 20:33:46 GMT -5
The woman clung to the shadows like a ghost, not evening breathing a she made her way down the hall. She had been baffling local police for years as a hobby; never leaving a finger print, and when they replayed footage of her jobs all they heard was her tune. In the shadows Duplex quickly shed her clothes (another mystery to the authorities) and her skin shimmered for a moment and when she left te shadows she was all but invisible. Her last upgrade allowed her skin to reflect light waves, creating the perfect disguise.
Confident, she strolled down the middle of the hall, avoiding trip lasers with her infrared vision. And there it was: the crowns of the long lost King and Queen of some forgotten country. She didn't really care for their history, she only wanted the gems. She contorted herself through the lasers until she was in front of the crowns. She glanced out the window, seeing another thief after her prize. She hesitated a moment before retracing her steps and retreating to the shadows once more.
Sure enough the man swung from the tree, smashing trough the window without class, setting off every alarm. Duple snorted, wondering if he even had a plan. The man smashed the pedestal, stowing the crowns--case and all--in his duffel bag.
The woman started to count the seconds in her head.
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Damen
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Post by Damen on Apr 12, 2013 19:43:24 GMT -5
down the street walked a man with a no smile just bumed he had just lost his home and job and girlfriend in the same day and to make it worse she went with his best friend so now he had no one he was a bum he walked around looking for help wanted signs and what not but to be honest he needed a hotel and warm meal he didn't look like much or like hed be help to anyone "
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Duplex
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Either you die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
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Post by Duplex on Apr 12, 2013 20:03:12 GMT -5
It wasn't long before security stormed in the room. Cursing under her breath Duplex inched along the wall as the idiot was cuffed and brought to the ground. Keeping invisible she dove from the broken window, rolling to her knees. In the rush of things she knocked into some poor fool, taking him to the ground. "Shit! Sorry!"
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Damen
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Post by Damen on Apr 12, 2013 20:07:15 GMT -5
the were inches from each others face he blinked"its ok just buy me flowers next time"he eased up helping her and notice a hole lot of cop cars around the"
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Duplex
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Either you die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
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Post by Duplex on Apr 12, 2013 20:14:09 GMT -5
Duplex quickly twirled him around, taking his jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders. "Sure thing." She surveyed the scene, the schmuck being led into the back of a cop car. It'd be too late for her to swipe the crowns, and her lip twitched in annoyance. "Unless..." She looked back at the young man. "Hey could you make a distraction?"
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Damen
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Post by Damen on Apr 12, 2013 20:17:20 GMT -5
he wasent sure how or what she ment but a cop came u to him he thought on his feet the best to his ability and the cop spoke"hey kid and lady what are yall doin" damen spoke next"were goining on a date she is my wife"he made up and the cop then instantly looked at her finger
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Duplex
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Either you die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
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Post by Duplex on Apr 12, 2013 20:21:21 GMT -5
Duplex shot him a confused look then punched the cop in the face, grabbing his gun from the holster. She shot a few rounds into the air then handed the gun to Damen. "I'll be right back. Don't die." With that she sprinted back into the museum
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Damen
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Post by Damen on Apr 12, 2013 20:25:27 GMT -5
he took cover from all the bullets firening at him unsure what to do he droped the gun and stood up walking toward them and stuck his hands up got shot in the arm before he could say anything he took cover and he saw his own blood and begain to freak out a lil a smile touched his lips frustration had hit its peek he stood up and walked toward them has all there guns were tossed from there hands "lets play pigs"he turned into a lunatic
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Duplex
Hatchling
Either you die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
Posts: 81
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Post by Duplex on Apr 12, 2013 20:31:33 GMT -5
Duplex quickly made her way to the showroom again, but her prize was missing. "What?" She looked around, changing her eyesight to see the last few minutes from the room's cameras. One of the security guards had taken them to some other location for safekeeping. Frustrated she heard the gunshots from the streets and she peeked out at the scene. Damen had somehow disarmed every cop and was going crazy on anyone who stepped up to him. She touched the collar of his jacket, thinking. "Maybe I will get those flowers." She jumped from the window again landing in front of Damen. "Let's go!" Duplex hooked an arm around his chest and jumped with all her strength, landing on a roof down the block. They weren't out of the woods yet, however. "Do you live close by?"
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Damen
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Post by Damen on Apr 12, 2013 20:36:07 GMT -5
he chuckled losen his mind and grabed her and flew lifting them up with his power and landed infront of a hotel "here is the place for the night "he passed out on her shoulder from blood loss and had blood comen out his nose his power hurts him"
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Duplex
Hatchling
Either you die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
Posts: 81
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Post by Duplex on Apr 12, 2013 20:50:12 GMT -5
Duplex looked at him, assessing his injuries. "Okay. This is the place for the night." When she checked his jacket pockets she found a room key, and then the corresponding door. She laid his body on the bed, taking off his shirt to get at his arm. "At least you didn't die..." She set to work wrapping his gunshot and other injuries. "But you banged yourself up pretty bad."
Making sure she had the key and Damen wasn't going to die, she left the room, closing the door quietly behind her.
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Damen
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Post by Damen on Apr 13, 2013 6:13:12 GMT -5
he had a supirsing muscular body covered with scars and a odd tattoe on his hand he felt dizzy has his eyes started to open he saw the wound on his arm and thought great wasent a dream he sighed and set up easily thanking im so fucked alone and wanted and no ideal on how to do anything"
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Duplex
Hatchling
Either you die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
Posts: 81
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Post by Duplex on Apr 13, 2013 6:24:05 GMT -5
Just then Duplex came back into the room with a small shopping bag and some flowers. She jumped onto the bed next to Damen with a pearly smile, tousling his hair as she handed him the flowers. "Well good morning sleepy head."
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