Blox

Crown in Embers (A Gang Rp)

Baylen - Thomas' Apt - Danielle/Thomas/Demaro/Lancaster

Baylen took note of how Danielle reacted when he stepped so close to her. Hopefully he made her uncomfortable enough to realize he was serious with how he felt. But Thomas apparently didn't like how close he got either, as he was quick to defend her. Although Danielle remained calm during the instigation, this only fueled his anger. As far as he knew she was acting the part but had never played the part and her first test was a heist that could do them all in.

When Thomas spoke, Baylen kept his mouth shut as hard as it was. Thomas was still his boss and what he said would go, no matter how much Baylen might vocalize himself. He hated this stubborn side of Thomas. He was a border line dictator. He internally agreed that Danielle did seem to make sense for their hostage. And he wasn't going to offer up Charlie. Baylen was glaring back at Danielle, Demaro standing behind her with a look that made it clear he was ready to fight Baylen if he tried anything stupid. His attention was quickly pulled away though when Thomas slammed his hands on the table. He looked back to him, eyes narrowed.

"If you have a problem with my methods, you can address me or you can leave - But don't you dare" Thomas slapped the table. "Don't you dare take it out on other members of the gang." Thomas looked sternly at Baylen and spoke in a threatening voice. "Now: are you in this, or are you out?"

Baylen couldn't help but finish the last thought on his mind. He had a lot of respect for Thomas but when he was put in a corner he spoke his mind and would always fight back. "Oh, so she's a member of the gang now huh? Fine then. I'm in." He turned to Danielle. "Well welcome aboard sugar and enjoy the ride. Hopefully you won't get hurt with the big boys because that would be a shame, wouldn't it?" He glared down at her. He could feel his anger clouding his mind and creating terribly tempting thoughts of getting rid of her himself. He looked to Thomas then back to Danielle. He walked right up to her where his chest would meet with hers if she didn't step back and looked down on her, before moving aside and back towards Lanny who was drinking his beer. He needed something to relax him. Hell he wanted to get fucked up at this point, anything to dissipate the rage coursing through his mind, anything to make his mind shut down and forget. He grabbed a beer and turned to Lancaster, popping the lid off. "Thanks for the back up" he said sarcastically in a bitter tone, taking a sip of his drink. He knew Lanny probably wouldn't have stepped in, it's not his nature, but he secretly hoped he would. He might of come across as arrogant and aggressive but he stood by his point that Danielle was a risk not worth having. Maybe he could prove that to Thomas some day...if something were to happen on 'accident'.

Baylen drank his beer, showing his submission to Thomas as he leaned against the wall on the other side of the room next to Lancaster, waiting to begin the bank heist.

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Jason had been off the grid working privately for the last couple years. He mostly received job requests from government officials that kept in contact with him but careful not to keep too close of ties. To them Jason was a hirable hound dog but the risk of getting too close kept them from fostering any further relationships. Jason understood this dynamic. He was a smart man, despite looking like a brainless boxer, and he complied with their requests. Ever exchange was completed with the most discreet fashion and his payments were given by an informant from the government official. Even his close friends, when he worked in the military and CIA, didn't allow him to call them by their names. The deal was he had to remain distant and minimize the risk of them being associated with him. As long as he got paid he was fine with the arrangement. Unfortunately, lately for reasons unknown, he had not been contacted for work as much, the requests tapering down to the point where he was going to have to get a real job to survive. He wasn't sure what happened to cause the disconnect as he completed his jobs on time and to their satisfaction. His last job he completed just 6 months ago, after having not heard from anyone for the past 8 months. He had money saved up but he couldn't continue to live with a job that paid every 8 months, even if it was solid hard cash.

Jason stood in front of the door with Hermes upon it and hesitated. He though back to last night and his encounter with Booker....

Last Night: 10:00pm at the popular bar a few miles in to the heart of the city.
Jason was lingering in the bar at the far side of the table, getting ready to complete his job. He wore dark jeans, a dark shirt, a warm yet flexible jacket and black leather gloves. He sipped on his whiskey as he watched a man from the corner of his eyes down at the far end of the bar. The bar was crowded with rowdy people having a good time, the music blaring even louder. It was an atmosphere where he could complete his work rather undetected. A balding man in a brown coat sat at the bar sipping a drink by himself. Daniel Ferrer, CEO of a large company that, with the information he was given to him, Jason came to find out had been doing some insider trading with their stock market. His job was to get Daniel to confess and give his passcodes to him. He had locked the VP out of several fund accounts where he seemed to be filtering the company's money to his secret Swedish accounts off shore. I'm sure Mr. Ferrer was getting ready to ditch the company with his money and hot babe and set off to his vacation home while the company went down for his intentional illegal acts.

Jason stood and walked towards Daniel, coming up behind him as he placed a hand on his shoulder and sat down next to him. "Hey buddy, good to see you again." he turned to look at him with a smile, Daniel's face turning white with surprised and pain. Under the edge of the bar Jason's hand gripped Daniel's thigh tightly, squeezing his hand against his flesh and digging in his fingers. It was clear he wanted him to play along. Daniel stuttered but regained his composure, making the bar tender none the wiser. But before Jason could begin his time with Daniel they were interrupted by another man. He had walked over and stood on Daniel's other side. Jason could see his hand moving towards Daniel. This was not his friend but another man, like himself, pretending to be. Did his job really get double booked?? He would not let this low-life take his job, one he had been waiting months for! Jason didn't skip a beet and turned to Daniel. "Danny it looks like you've had one too many drinks buddy." He grabbed Daniel, confused and too scared to fight the guys surrounding him, and lifted him up against his chest. To some it might look like a hug but Jason put pressure on just the right spot and placed Daniel in to an unconscious state. He held his limp body "Let's get you home then" Jason said as he began to take Daniel towards the back. The stranger seemed to be a professional as he played along. Jason watched Booker carefully as he carried Daniel out of the bar through the back, Booker following behind, eyes glinting and ready to move. Once the three of them were in the back alley way, Jason dropped Daniel's unconscious body with less care then before and turned to Booker. He was going to confront him verbally when Booker slammed his fist full force in to his jaw and proceeded to grab his arm, twisting it behind his back as he rammed Jason forward in to the brick wall ahead. Jason's head hit the wall hard, blood trailing from the cut placed above his brow where his skin split. Jason growled and dropped down at Booker's feet, knocking them out as he swung his leg and jamming his elbow down in to his rib cage.

After about thirty minutes of back and forth sparing, both Jason and Booker stood before each other breathing heavily. They seemed to be an equal match in both their physical prowess and fighting skills. Jason's edge on strength was matched with Booker's extra swift and speed. After they realized their fighting could continue for a long time Booker simply asked Jason what he was doing with Danielle Ferrer. From there they came to an understanding that Jason was sent for something completely different than Booker as Booker was looking to steal a flash drive from him. Daniel groaned as he started to wake up. Jason moved over to him and grabbed the front of his coat, lifting him roughly to his feet and slamming his back against the wall. He reached in to his pocket and began looking for the drive. When Daniel began to weakly protest Jason slammed his hand in to the man's face and broke his nose. Daniel cried out weakly, going limp as Jason held him up on his feet. A weak corporate man out to screw other people...very typical and he had no sympathy. Jason dug in to his other pocket then pulled out a small flash drive that had been tucked inside the man's inner lining of his jacket. He turned to Booker and tossed it to him. "Here you go." He then turned his attention back to Daniel. Booker watched as Jason gave Daniel a few more bruises and cuts to cry about before he caved in with the information needed. When he hesitated to give the passcode Jason rammed his knee between his legs. Daniel didn't even make a sound. His mouth widened as he grabbed himself. Jason stepped back as he fell to the floor. He set his boot on top of his head. "You're going to write the accurate passcode down or I'm going to continue...you're choice." Jason lifted his boot and crouched down to face Daniel. He pulled out his phone and gave it to him, the screen ready to take down letters and numbers. "Do it" he growled in to his ear. Daniel hesitated, his whole life about to be ruined. Jason raised his arm, fist closed and ready to barrel down in to his face, when Daniel cried out, raising his shaking hands. "OK, ok, wait! I'll do it, just please leave me alone." He then, with trembling hands, took Jason's phone and gave him the passcodes. Jason stood up and glared down at him. "I know where you're wife and kids live. You say a word and they're next." He then rammed his boot in to his rib cage and turned to leave. He stopped when he saw Booker still standing there, watching the whole thing. He hadn't realized he had remained for the show. Booker didn't say much. He extended a business card and offered him a job, as Jason could remember. Apparently something he did had impressed him. Jason didn't respond but took Booker's card anyway. He quickly turned and left the alley, disappearing quickly in to the night.

Jason now stood before the door with Hermes upon it. He had been standing there for a few moments still deciding last minute if this was something he really wanted to do. Booker did mention money and steady jobs and this, above anything else, intrigued him. Inhaling deeply he raised his hand and knocked hard on the door Booker had directed him to. His cut above his eye had a small band aid over it, a reminder of the damn good fighter Booker was. He was impressed by him as well and, having been in the Marines and CIA for many years, he secretly craved having a leader to respond to again.

The Uknown Island [Blox]

Shay glanced to the side to see Marcus with another woman hauling a large man out. She watched as they made their way slowly but surely across the sand to the tree she had been resting at. That seemedbto be their new meeting point. The fumes of the plane were becoming overwhelming and they needed to leave fast. Shay gave a small outward cry of surprise when Matt released the dead woman and she came crashing down with as sickening thud. She hasn't been paying attention but realized now Matt was secure enough for her to continue cutting him free. She continued to slice away at the belt, Ben at her side to help balance Matt when he swung free. With a snap of the last thread gravity yanked hard on Matt's overturned body and he would swiftly fall down from his chair and left dangling. She would imagine that the relief of the blood falling away from his head would be so welcomed. She did gymnastics as a kid and hated the feeling of being upside down with the pressure building around her, her face.Ben moved his satchel to his side and, with an inhale from the pain it brought, he raised his arms to help steady Matt. "There's a spot here on the floor if you can make it. I can help you get the angle for the jump." He offered, hands placed on either sides of Matt's legs now.

Shay took a staggered step, favoring her ankle. "We need to go guys, it isn't safe in this plane." She gave a cough as more fumes seeped in too the plane. "There are a few others on the beach now. They're meeting at a tree by the entrance to the forest line." She wasn't going to leave without them but she was getting anxious rto get ass far from the plane as possible.

Jack's n groans had fallen silent for a moment. Now his groans returned with body movement. He slowly blinked open his eyes, confused and dazed. He moved his legs to try and sit up and cried out as pain shot from his side to the middle of his back and down his leg. He turned and tried lifting part of his shirt, already seeing a map of massive bruises that no doubt covered a large portion of his body from the debris that fell on him. "Lacey?" He called out softly, turning his head the other way for a better look of the area. "Lacey where are you?!" He called again in a louder more frantic tone.

Shay heard a crackling sound at the back of the plane. "Uh guys. We need to go now!" She said urgentally and with fear in her voice. The plane was about to blow.

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Avanhelsing said
Accepted!!! I think I know how they met if you want. Since Booker was originally a bruiser in the first iteration of this rp, I kept a bit of his fighting skills for him as the leader. Maybe they got into a fight and neither won but Booker then offered him the job?

Yeah that sounds good. Want to pm details of when/ where or is that not quite relevant?

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Let me know if accepted and I'll post

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Name: Jason Steele

Age: 28

Description or Pic:

5'9", 185lbs, light brown hair, blue eyes

Mask Picture:

Wears the white gloves and a hat, either baseball cap or beanie.

Skills/ Weapons: Skilled in take down and defense with his bare hands, Jiu Jitsu and Krav Maga. Skilled marksman and owns two glocks. Has a 6 inch blade strapped to his ankle under his pant leg. Despite his muscular state he is swift and stealthy. He has a strong photographic memory.

History: Born in a dysfunctional family, Jason enlisted in the army when he was 16 with a fake ID. It was his first and best chance to escape his alcoholic and severely abusive father as well as his bipolar mother. His parents didn't care that he left home and never sought after him. The Marines was where Jason enlisted, knowing this would give him sanctuary from his family and learn valuable tools for life. Jason worked hard to stay fit but his physique was partly due to genetics. Although he had a young face he knew how to act older and managed to keep his secrete of enlisting underage. He excelled through the ranks and by age 21 he was leading his team on a top classified infiltration mission. Unfortunately information was leaked and their team was ambushed, Jason being the only one to survive. All 13 of his men and women were killed in front of him, some dying instantly some dying slowly. In effort to help his team, rather than hiding for safety, Jason was picked up as a POW and was severely tortured for a year before he was rescued. Not once did he release any of the information he had. After being rescued and given treatment for his mental well being, at the age of 23 he was offered a position in the CIA as an active agent. Assuring his doctors he was mentally stable he was given permission and took the job. His physical wounds healed in time, scars criss crossing all over his back, down this arms, across his chest. A deep scar ran from his left brow down over his eye and across his cheerkbone, a deep wound that narrowly lost his eye entirely. His scarred skin is mostly covered in tattoos, a way to hide his past. Unfortunately his photographic memory has not allowed him to forget. PTSD haunts him every day but he hid it well, even the anxiety attacks. During one of his missions when working with the CIA for 3 years, he was found out by one of the people he was pursuing and his then fiancé was taken, held hostage, tortured and killed. The event was the tipping point from the culmination of his torterous past and Jason snapped. After blindly and successfully seeking revenge Jason spoiled the mission. Using the last of his connections he eventually was a free man but was also a civilian again. Lost, alone, left to his own thoughts, his emotional state turned in to an unstable pendulum and the darkness he fought so hard for so many years over took him. For the last two years he has been living with his new identity, Jason Steele, and doing various private mercenary jobs. Until now with this new opportunity.

Other: Jason is a quiet individual who tends to think before he speaks. But when his mental state is unstable, he has panic/anxiety attacks or symptoms of PTSD he is unpredictable.

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I can be a bruiser, I'll write up a CS and wait for approval

The Uknown Island [Blox]

Oh no problem :)

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Can I play the role of the one who gets his hands dirty and does the torturing and killing, the dirty work, because he's got mental issues that don't restrict him ethically?

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Interested in this. Perhaps I can play the one who does the physical dirty work part as he's got some issues that allow him ethical to go that far?