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.:: Crime & Devilry ::.

Jason Locke

"You'll won't be able to hit the target head on," Eric explained. With dark brown hair that flowed to his shoulders and a scruffy beard that decorated his face, Eric looked like a tall, slender patchouli aficionado. Dressed in dark jeans and a buttoned up collared maroon shirt, he was a fairly unintimidating individual but his reputation certainly preceded him. He dealt with the all sorts of the city's scum and they all respected him as being an untouchable source of income. If there was a job, he was the one who made it happen and also the one who picked the team to do it.

His blue spectacled eyes looked intently at a short, plump man who could easily be mistaken for a human hedgehog. The latter had enough body hair that outer clothing was strictly worn out of societal expectations. He could survive the winter in his birthday suit without issue. The two of them were looking at a collection of pictures that were scattered over the felt of an unused pool table in the middle of a dark, hazy bar where there were no walk-in patrons. The Alibi was a bar for Yeojin's seedy individuals, providing a place for them to network and consort. "The glass is going to make it one of the toughest grabs anyone has ever been tasked with pulling."

"What glass?" Jason entered the room in a half jog, raising two fingers to the bartender across the room, greeting her. "What did I miss?" Eric looked up to the young man, his face looking stern. The furball with him grimaced as Jason approached, clearly not happy to see him. Jason's approach slowed to a walk and eventually halted completely as he scanned the table and glimpsed over all the pictures, his eyes zoning in on one of a decorative hour glass. "What's that?"

"You missed your deadline," Eric answered, annoyance in his voice. "And that is no longer any of your business. I don't work with amateurs and if you can't even get to a briefing on time, why would I trust you with a job of this caliber? You snooze, you lose, Locke. I'll call you when I get something else." The corner of Furball's mouth raised into a crooked smile as he clearly relished in Jason's humiliation. Eric turned his attention back to him and placed a burner phone on the table. "Wait for my call and we'll hit the finer details," he continued, ignoring Jason's presence completely.

"C'mon, man, I got hung up. What's the job? You're not seriously going to pick the Tasmanian Devil over me, are you?" Jason looked at Eric with a sense of confusion and slight disbelief, nearly scoffing at the possibility. Eric's eyes were answer enough; he shot Jason a look that wordlessly said You fucked up and this is what happens. After a beat, Jason switched tactics. "Eric, you know I need the money, bud, and you know I'm equipped to do the job better than this asshole... (No offense)." At that, Furball took a leading step, his mouth curled in a snarl as he looked nearly ready to swing on him. Before it could get much further, Eric placed his hand on Furball's chest, calling for him to cease.

"Locke, you're probably right," Eric digressed before giving Furball a crooked shrug, "But this operation needs to be executed meticulously and-"

"Okay, great!" Jason shouted with glee as he extended his palm toward the burner phone on the table. With a force of will, the phone leapt from the felt and into his hand... and then out of his hand... and then bobbled in the air as Jason performed an awkward, clumsy juggling act in his efforts to catch and secure the device. Finally, he managed to wrap his fingers around it. He held it up with glee as if it were a trophy. "Call me with the details!" Eric just looked on, finding himself impressed, dumbfounded and embarrassed all at the same time. Jason gave one more wave to the bartender before jogging back out toward the exit, jumping into the air and clicking his heels before shoving past the front door and into the street.

Furball slowly turned his head to look at Eric, who could only give another shrug. "Go magic that phone back out of his hand and we'll talk," was all the consolation he was willing to give as he walked back toward the bar. Though he'd never let Jason see it, he couldn't help but smirk.

.:: Crime & Devilry ::.

Jason Locke

"Jason."

The voice was like soft bells chiming. Everything was soft and warm. He didn't want to move.

"Jason!"

It was getting louder, closer. He began to feel pressure. Something was wrong.

"JASON! He's here! You've got to go!"

Jason's eyes bolted open. He found himself staring at a young woman's face with a ceiling fan orbiting in the background. He sat up, his heart beginning to pound quickly as he surveyed the area, trying to recall what mess he just got himself into. He found himself on a bed in the corner of a small white room, his clothes laying in a pile on the floor, a young woman clad in panties and an oversized shirt standing there with a look of panic on her face. She looked familiar, but her name was escaping his memory. As he was putting this all together, he replayed the last words she said in his mind. He's here... Oh shit! He's here! Jason didn't even know who He was, but when a girl wakes you up and announced that, you really only need one guess.

Jason pushed himself off the bed and started trying to put on his clothes as quickly as possible. He shoved his stubbly face through the neck of his t-shirt before hopping on one leg, trying to get his pants on. He wasn't remarkably tall, but no one would accuse him of being very short, either. He was built enough that he could throw a good punch, but he was in no shape to be a street fighter. Confrontations with boyfriends was something to be avoided entirely.

As he got his legs situated, he heard stomping coming from the other side of the bedroom door. He was coming. Jason looked around for means of escape. There was one window by the bed, but he remembered needing to take an elevator to get here. He was going to have to learn to fly for that to be a viable option. There was a closet, but that hiding place never worked out. He looked back to the bedroom door and could see the shadows of feet coming through the bottom.

Out of time and options, Jason threw himself to the wall just behind the door as the knob turned and it opened up. He held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut, hidden by the door itself as the man entered the room. The girl, Justine... Jennifer... something with a J... She greeted the man with dramatic excitement, using skills that befitting a seasoned thespian to keep her significant other distracted. As Jason edged around the door, about to make a dash for it, he realized his shoes were still at the foot of the bed. He ran both hands through his short cropped brown hair as he tried to figure out the move here.

"How was work, baby?" Jolene... Jessica....? asked. The big lug sauntered over to her and gave a hug. She tried to hold him in longer than what was typical, keeping his back to Jason as she watched him, shooting figurative lasers from her eyes, hoping he would take the hint and leave while she had her man distracted, but he couldn't just abandon his shoes. They were his only pair. With a look of panic, he pointed at them, giving off an exaggerated worried face to try and wordlessly explain the predicament. Julie's face went red, her demeanor rigid as she silently snarled and pointed with her head toward the door.

The boyfriend pulled away from the hug. "Same shit, different day. How about you," he asked Jane as he took a step back and stretched. Jason was out of options and nearly out of time. A sudden sense of composure fell over him. He reached out with his hand toward the shoes and extended his will. At first, the shoelaces themselves gave a little wiggle. Jason closed his hand into a fist, took a slow, quiet breath, and tried again.

Jason had some power in him. It was untrained, unrefined, and ultimately wasted on him, but he had it. With a second, more focused attempt, he tried to pull the shoes toward him, hoping they would move without catching Boyfriend's eye.

"Oh, just another day," Jasmine said, a nervous tone in her voice. Finally, Jason just forced the command. PULL! Immediately, both shoes went airborne, speeding in his direction to the point that he got nervous and ducked. With twin THUNKs, the two shoes embedded themselves into the apartment drywall just behind him. Jason looked on in horror as Boyfriend turned around looking livid as his eyes fell upon this barefooted intruder.

"Joy, what the fuck is this?!" JOY! That was it! Jason had to make a move. He turned around, pulled the shoes from the wall, taking them both in one hand while the other was pointed, palm out, at the boyfriend. More precisely, the boyfriend's junk.

PUSH came the command of will. What was once a look of anger on the boyfriend's face became a visage of concern and fright as Jason's spell took effect. The boyfriend's knees went weak and he erupted with gasps and labored coughs. Jason quickly gave Joy a two finger solute before dashing out of the room and quickly out of the apartment. His feet slapped on the tiled ground as he made his way to the elevator, pressing the call button mercilessly until the doors finally separated and allowed him access. Once inside, he performed the same feat on the botton that made the doors close back up. As soon as he felt the elevator move, he sighed deeply with relief and began putting on his shoes.

The night was young and this was just the start. He'd have to call Eric soon. Jason had already taken care of his pleasure, it was time to take care of his business. Hopefully his handler had a job for him. With his shoes laced, Jason stood tall as the elevator doors opened up to the apartment lobby where the urban nightlife could be seen out the glass windows and double-doors ahead. Jason thought to himself, I love this city.

X-Men: The New Era

Drake “D” Edwards

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Location: Avalon

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”Please tell me you brought your flask.” Drake pulled out his flask and handed it over with a wink.

"You wait here. I'm gonna see if there's another way in," he instructed as he began walking off toward the side of the building. There had to be another door. You can't have a place like this without multiple exits. As his feet patted out a rhythm, he felt his adrenaline waning. The little bit of sleep he got did him some good, but it obviously wasn't enough to make up for all the sleep he didn't get.

As he came to a handleless door, he tried pushing his fingers into the edge of it to pull it open. No luck. He knocked on it, instead. Maybe someone would hear it and just let him in. As he stood there waiting, he tried to fight back a yawn and lost. The music, the vibe inside... It'll pick me up, he told himself, hoping it was true. After a few moments, he abandoned the door and continued walking, turning towards the back of the building now. He walked passed a parked white Cadillac Escalade. The licence plate said STGNM2. Just as he did, a door a few yards ahead opened up as a waitress came out. Drake changed his pace to a jog.

"Hold up!" he called out with a smile. "Please, don't let the door shut!" The waitress looked at him with mild annoyance. In black slacks and a white long sleeve button up with a name tag clipped on, she looked more suited for a restaurant rather than a night club. The look on her face gave away the fact that she was tired and really didn't want to be working right now.

"Entrance is on the other side," she informed as one hand held the door and the other searched her own pockets. "Shit," she said sharply, looking down as if something had suddenly gone very wrong.

"I know, but the line is ridiculous. You mind if I just... you know..." He gave a few exaggerated nods toward the open door, obviously hinting that he wanted in.

"I'll make you a deal," she started. "I left my cigarettes inside. Let me bum a cig and you're in." Drake's face lit up as he pulled a pack out of his shirt pocket and retrieved two, giving both of them over as an extra thank you.

"Thank you, uh..."

"Becky," she said, finishing his sentence and introducing herself.

"Thanks Becky. See you in there, huh?" With a smile and a wink, he took the open door and opened it a little wider as he stepped through. The music was blaring and the lights were low. Time to get the night started.

Werewolf: Party Game for Devious People

Gonna go ahead and call this abandoned, which is a shame as all it would have taken to succeed is participation.

May try this again in a while.

.:: Crime & Devilry ::.

Reserved for upcoming RP between myself and @c3p-0h. No need to apply.

So Yeojin, Frankie is hanging, Knights of a police force. Potential Dragons. Anything else you want to know before starting?

Greetings

Hola! "Free" or "Casual" may be your best bet, then. Enjoy!

The Vampire princes

Me
Dark Hair
Really Strong vampire

I'm in

X-Men: The New Era

Drake “D” Edwards

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Location: Ashford Institute for the Gifted > Sally's Dorm
Interactions/Mentions:@BoyMom69035

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The blink of an eye might as well have been an eternity. Drake didn't sleep long, but the rest was amazing. Total blackness, no dreams, no encounters, just the glorious nothingness of unconsciousness. Slowly his eyes began to flutter open as he found himself in a familiar room, concealed under the covers of Sally's bed.

He turned toward the night stand where he had placed his phone. He grabbed it, hit one of the buttons and grimaced when the light blasted his face, displaying the time. It wasn't long before they would need to leave. Drake looked at his discarded clothes and then lifted the covers to inspect his own body. A shower and a new outfit would definitely be in order.

He left Sally to her own preparations, eager to see her again very shortly. THey had agreed to meet outside. Once he got himself spruced up, he looked into his closet and picked something that looked comfortable before grabbing his keys, wallet and other essentials and heading out to see Veronica. Sally somehow beat him to the parking lot. Drake took a moment to take her in. Her outfit left him a little short of breath for the moment. He took her by the hand and introduced her to the other lady in his life.

Drake mounted Veronica and gave her life as Sally hopped on behind him, squeezing him tight. WIth a rumble, they took off into the night. It wasn't long before they arrived in the parking lot. Drake killed the ignition, took a breath, and helped Sally down.

"Here we go."

Werewolf: Party Game for Devious People

Everyone still here? lol