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@ Sheriff @ Czech - I'm going to bring Baylen and Lancaster back to Thomas' apartment so they can get going on the heist. Czech if you post first you can start bringing them back.
Baylen exhaled deeply as Yolanda spoke her last words. He realized he was letting someone else affect his emotions and he made a mental note to keep himself in check. Letting other people dictate your emotions was a path for failure in life. He shook his head, uncrossing his arms and finally smiling softly. "You're right. It's just a stupid game and we don't really know each other. Thanks for playing though. I'm sure I'll see you around right?" He gave her nod and then turned and looked around the beach. The air was starting to get chilly and he wasn't feeling ready to soak himself in the cold waters just yet. His previous excitement had simmered and he was simply looking to relax now, just stop moving or thinking and simply chill. A flicker of light caught his eye and he looked over to the Bon Fire being built by a few people. The time of day was approaching where everyone would soon fully enjoy the large Bon Fire on the beach, the winds already coming through chillier than before. A chill rushed down Baylen's spine, his skin fluttering as the cold air washed over. He was wishing he had brought his sweater with him. After scanning the crowds for Gwen he looked back to the Bon Fire. It seemed to be a nice place to warm up, sit down and relax. He began walking towards the growing fire, his face showing his mental exhaustion. His mind raced as he thought about his parents and the frustrations he had with them. After a moment of being lost in his thoughts Baylen looked up as he neared the Bon Fire and caught sight of a girl helping build the fire. He stopped abruptly and looked carefully. When her face moved and the wind brushed back her hair he saw her face and confirmed for him it was indeed Gwen. He tilted his head a bit, smiling softly, and watching her. Her hair was blowing ever so slightly in the wind with the light of the fire behind her creating a glow around her silhouette that intrigued him. Without waiting another moment, his perfect shot before him, he pulled out his camera, steadied it and zoomed in appropriately, capturing just Gwen and the fire behind her, the ocean just beyond. He clicked his camera and took the shot, his first picture of his trip. He pulled back the camera and stood there staring for a moment. There it was again, the calming feeling he gave her earlier. He reflexively inhaled deeply and exhaled softly, some of the built of tension beginning to melt away.
Hey Sheriff sorry about that. I guess I didn't see Demaro go directly to Baylen so I thought you were waiting for me to finish with Lancaster. I know Czech has been a bit busy lately so should I bring Baylen back to the bar to speak with Demaro or should I assume Demaro drove to the warehouse to meet Baylen?
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"I don't have a vice. I don't drink and I don't do drugs. They rot your brain," She looked pointedly at him. "So sorry to disappoint."
A true frown crossed Baylen's face after Yolanda said this. "Yeah, that's a bummer to hear." he said simply and a bit softly. He had given up on her and was getting increasingly annoyed with how hard this was to get one simple fucking thing for himself to get through another camp force fed by his parents as a diversion to make him forget how little they really cared for him. A dark, sullen look crossed his face as he thought of them. Why did they even bothering having a kid in the first place when they had their company as their kid to nourish and grow? As Baylen let his thoughts wander, as they often did, Yolanda continued as she gave her statements.
"I'm from South Africa. I can speak Afrikaans. I once broke a man's nose."
Baylen was bored of this game, over probing Yolanda, ready to escape this camp hell hole or at least cloud his mind so he wouldn't have to think about anything else. As soon as she was done he answered. "You have two commonalities in your statements, you are South African and you speak a South African language. I highly doubt you have one without the other so my guess is that you have not broken a man's nose and that is your lie." He paused for a moment, arms now crossed across his chest. "And it's a good thing your life is so perfect that you don't need a vice to get through it, so congratulations" he said in a harsher tone.
A true frown crossed Baylen's face after Yolanda said this. "Yeah, that's a bummer to hear." he said simply and a bit softly. He had given up on her and was getting increasingly annoyed with how hard this was to get one simple fucking thing for himself to get through another camp force fed by his parents as a diversion to make him forget how little they really cared for him. A dark, sullen look crossed his face as he thought of them. Why did they even bothering having a kid in the first place when they had their company as their kid to nourish and grow? As Baylen let his thoughts wander, as they often did, Yolanda continued as she gave her statements.
"I'm from South Africa. I can speak Afrikaans. I once broke a man's nose."
Baylen was bored of this game, over probing Yolanda, ready to escape this camp hell hole or at least cloud his mind so he wouldn't have to think about anything else. As soon as she was done he answered. "You have two commonalities in your statements, you are South African and you speak a South African language. I highly doubt you have one without the other so my guess is that you have not broken a man's nose and that is your lie." He paused for a moment, arms now crossed across his chest. "And it's a good thing your life is so perfect that you don't need a vice to get through it, so congratulations" he said in a harsher tone.
Welcome aboard Partisan. Czech and I will reach out to you so you can connect with the Swindler's story line!
"You're a fucking bad liar," Yolanda commented abruptly.
Baylen raised his eyebrows in surprise at her comment. He was a good liar to his parents and teachers but perhaps she was better at seeing through him. He didn't care whether she got his statements right or not. He simply needed to start the right conversation. "You got me. You're right, sort of. Alcohol isn't my vice of choice. But I do drink a lot when my parents decide to fucking ignore me for weeks on end, which is often" he said in a rather bitter tone. "But if it were easier to get my hands on weed I would be smoking it every day. Unfortunately my dad's full size bar doesn't stock any marijuana. But alcohol is the next best thing. I don't touch the chemical shit." He looked at her intently. "So what about you, what's your vice? You seem to know a lot about them as you rattled off your list there."
Baylen raised his eyebrows in surprise at her comment. He was a good liar to his parents and teachers but perhaps she was better at seeing through him. He didn't care whether she got his statements right or not. He simply needed to start the right conversation. "You got me. You're right, sort of. Alcohol isn't my vice of choice. But I do drink a lot when my parents decide to fucking ignore me for weeks on end, which is often" he said in a rather bitter tone. "But if it were easier to get my hands on weed I would be smoking it every day. Unfortunately my dad's full size bar doesn't stock any marijuana. But alcohol is the next best thing. I don't touch the chemical shit." He looked at her intently. "So what about you, what's your vice? You seem to know a lot about them as you rattled off your list there."
It seems all nine spots have been reserved. If there are any open let me know and I'll make a CS tomorrow. I'm down to play any role.
I'm reading up to see if this is indeed as good as I thought it might be! Will post CS after I get caught up and have interest
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