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THE LEGEND NEVER DIES
Remind me again where am I taking them?
"I've taken the liberty of renting us office space on the corner of Wells Street and Jackson Boulevard. We're on the fourth floor, that'll be where we meet up and plan," he told Werner, getting in the shotgun seat of his car. "We're posing as a Financial Consultant Firm, so try not to look like assholes when you go through the lobby. Or.. Maybe.. Do look like assholes. Just, rich assholes." Juan smirked and shrugged his shoulders, glancing back at Jim and James. "I'm as clueless as everyone else is about this job, so I'm hoping Alex has all the details ready for when we get there."
Here you go! Sorry I've been absent lately, had one of them real life crisis deals that needed my attention :P
Financial Consultant Firm? Fuck.
Werner wasn’t even sure if he could spell his new “occupation”, let alone act like he knew his shit. Even better, Werner was sure he wasn’t dressed for the part; slim-fitting jeans, high top tennis shoes, and a heavy parka didn’t exactly scream wealth. On top of that, his lean physique, ragged scars, and numerous tattoos further suggested he had no place in an office environment. The mechanic did know, however, the importance of remaining forgettable when working in a city and on the job. In similar past situations, the driver clung onto another member of the crew and let them do the talking, usually Charlotte or James; with Charlotte, everyone’s eyes would lose focus on him and stray to the beauty at his side, and James could easily manage all of the office workers with his smooth accent and intelligence. Jim, well, he was a reliable guy, but not the most… Mild-mannered member of the crew. “What’s happening Bratwurst?” Werner heard as the Scot entered his car, and couldn’t help but chuckle at the greeting. The driver didn’t really know his own ethnic background. His mother didn’t say much about it, and he didn’t know a damn thing about his father, so Werner just stuck with American. But German was as good as any, he supposed. “Not much Jim. Trying not to freeze,” he replied with a slight grin. The mechanic heard a light squeak in the back seat and was going to chalk it up to the leather seats had it not been for the rotten smell that followed. “Agh, come on, I know its a stolen car, but show a little respect,” Werner scolded as he cracked the windows using control panel on the steering wheel, letting in a gust of fresh air. He wasn’t sure why he treated all his stolen cars so gently; they always ended up at a chop shop or in the hands of a crooked used car salesman, sold for a fraction of the car’s worth. Keeping a hot car after a bank robbery was a great way to end up behind bars. Especially when you paint the fucking grim reaper on the hood, Werner thought, his mind turning to Angelo. The kid was a decent driver, sure, but Werner wasn’t sure he had much common sense. It was only a matter of time, Werner figured, before some beat cop recognized the car and hauled the driver off to prison, or worse, pumped a couple rounds into his chest. The mechanic was just glad he wasn’t in Angelos’ car.
Werner knew the exact location Juan mentioned; it was right next to the Fifth Third Bank. He pulled out onto the street and made his way for their new base of operations just as traffic began to clear. The stockbrokers and bankers finally rolled out of bed and got into the office, which was great timing for them; maybe the crew could slip into the office relatively unnoticed. The city still made Werner uneasy. It was so compact, and whereas LA expanded horizontally, the City of Broad Shoulders stretched straight up; the streets were tight, and every skyscraper leaned over you, barely letting in any natural light. He quickly familiarized himself with the area surrounding the office. To the west was the Chicago River and a retractable bridge, two one way roads extended north and south. West was certainly their best option if they needed to escape, leading into the more hectic part of the city.
Juan mentioned he didn’t know the details of the job, but this didn’t concern Werner too much. Juan always took care of them, and as for their mysterious associate Alex, well… He'd been reliable so far. This news, however, didn’t sit well with Jim, who let out a flurry of insults. Werner remained quiet and rolled up the windows and turned the radio on, which started playing “Don’t Stop Me Now,” helping to distort anything those outside the car might hear the Scot scream. As Jim grew louder and louder, Werner adjusted the radio’s volume accordingly. Just as Freddy Mercury was about to inform listeners what to do if they wanted a good time, Jim’s tirade ended and Werner pulled into the office’s parking lot.
“We’re here.”
I was thinking, after the bank heist, perhaps we could start running multiple heists at once from time to time? I.e. smaller jobs, smaller teams. I did that sort of thing in a special forces RP I ran a couple years back, it let characters interact with others a lot better, since they were in a smaller group. It'd be something like: Werner, Juan, and James rob a tech firm, while Mike, Jim, Charlotte and Angelo take on an armored car. Obviously not every time -- I'm interested to see the dynamic that develops from the bank heist, with all members aboard -- but maybe once in a while to shake things up. What do you guys think?
I like this! Something to keep our characters afloat between jobs, and more importantly, keep the RP rolling. As a branch-off of this, I'd like to see the group separated into two squads during later, larger jobs as well. Divide and conquer!
Right. Since you are full you should set it to full. Also what I have found with heist rps is that no matter what you say... You and your freind will always be able to shoot all the police and take minor damge. It goes from realistic rp to anime bullet dodger. I also know that when a normal player describes the police they make them make mistakes. I would recomend having a charecter who will control the police or enamys. Well fairwell people who I have just opened a converstaion with!
I'm pretty confident in everyone's ability to take this RP as seriously as possible while still having fun, so I highly doubt we're going to be "bullet dodging." What you said can really apply for any RP with a significant NPC force really, and I don't think all RPs on this site spiral into power-playing chaos. Also, three words. Suspension of disbelief. Of course, our characters aren't going to take hits constantly or be killed, they're the main characters and they're part of a story which we're telling. I don't think Star Wars would be as great of a story if Hans, Chewbacca, and Luke were all gunned down by stormtroopers after the first encounter. And yeah, we'll probably have the police make mistakes, since they are, you know, human beings in a stressful situation, just like our characters (also prone to mistakes). I doubt we'll have our crew making any massive fuck-ups the first job, but down the line it could be interesting. Point is, this is an RP, not a reality simulator. In the real world, our team would be arrested/killed during or after the first heist they pull. But hey, fiction is fun.
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Well, I am a he not a she...
So, I will have my post up soon.
Agh, I remember making a mental note before posting to say they or s/he, but I was in a rush to get to class. Sorry!
I'm waiting for...I think only Rare has to post(?), before I post.
We're doing a traditional bank robbery, right?
Right and right! Rare is the only player who has yet to post, he mentioned returning to school so that might be the reason for his inactivity. As a student, I know it takes a little while to get back into the swing of things right after a long break. Oh, the pain.
The robbery itself we haven't really touched on, but I believe its just a regular bank robbery, John Dillinger-esque. I think we should start out with them arriving at the bank, scouting everything out, getting information, then time-skipping a few days (so the guards won't recognize them) and robbing the joint. If anyone has any more suggestions or ideas on the pacing, feel free to shout them out!
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Great timing. Just watched the Furious 7 movie :D!
Oooh, haven't caught that one yet! Well, that, and the previous 5 :P The first was great though! Real shame about Paul Walker though, broke my heart hearing about his death.
Whew, post is finally up! I took the liberty of dividing the group up into the two cars until we meet, hope nobody minds. Also, I apologize in advance for the (potentially) annoying attention I'm going to give to cars throughout the RP. I fucking love cars, and I fucking love driving.
On a side note, relationships and posts are awesome! Looking forward to the rest of them.
On a side note, relationships and posts are awesome! Looking forward to the rest of them.
blitz·krieg
(blĭts′krēg′)
n.
A swift, sudden military offensive, usually by combined air and mobile land forces.
Blitz. Werner first heard the word in high school history, in one of the rare moments he gave the instructor his full attention. Short for blitzkrieg, or “lightning warfare”, a military tactic used by Germany’s military forces during their offensive front at the beginning of World War Two. It was characterized by a sudden, rapid motorized attack, giving the opponent no time to react. He couldn’t think of a more fitting nickname for himself when he joined the crew. The strategy applied to the entire group, really. Most of the time, they were in and out, loaded down with cash, before the police had the chance to respond. If something held the bag-men up inside, well, even the slowest response team would make it in time. That's when Werner earned his share.
Perhaps it was fitting, then, that he was driving a car manufactured in the very same country that produced the blitzkrieg doctrine. The 2015 BMW M5 rolled down the broken streets of Chicago’s downtown, the whine of its twin turbo DOHC V8 piston engine barely audible over the roar of the big city as the manual gearbox downshifted into second. If Werner was to design a car for heists, this would be it. Unless you were a car fanatic, nothing stood out about the M5. Silver paint, executive-style body, four doors. It looked like the daily driver of a businessman; before Werner stole the car, it actually was. Hell, it looked like every other BMW on the line, another cookie-cutter German automobile. Cops would look at it and forget they ever saw it. The M5 was all about what was beneath the exterior, the powertrain, chassis, and suspension.
Werner knew it was a sin, driving the car in the slow, heavy morning traffic. He could feel through the gear lever the drivetrain yearning to be pushed to the limits, urging him to slam down the accelerator, shift into third, and scream past every daily commuter. It was moments like these where Werner found it difficult to restrain himself, but he managed. Sitting on top of 575 ponies and only pushing 30 mph for him was the equivalent of trying convince a starving man to take a handful of rice from the bag. He bravely trudged on, thankful he was at least out of the cold for now. The midwestern climate took its toll on the Las Vegas native, his body not nearly as adapted to the weather as his northern companions. The mechanic sat in the M5, heat on full blast, wrapped in a heavy black parka and a with a nasty cold. He’d done work in Chicago before, albeit in the summer, so he knew the roads of the windy city quite well, but he never felt any love for the place. Werner would give anything to be back in warm weather, even if it meant flying halfway across the world, a task he hadn’t undertaken until joining the new crew; that first flight was quite an experience.
Werner banished thoughts of sandy beaches and empty desert roads from his mind and returned to the task at hand. Pick up the gang. Meet Angelo and the others. The congested roads finally cleared enough to allow some amount of speed, but he didn’t dare exceed the speed limit. No sense in getting the police department’s attention before a job even starts. Hell, he was already taking a risk driving the stolen car, even after swapping the plates and the VIN changed. Still, his connections didn’t reach very deep in Chicago, so he was forced to take what he could get his hands on. He finally reached his destination, Trump International Hotel & Tower, right next to the Loop. Werner wasn’t sure if anyone stayed in the monument to excess, but he knew Jim, Juan, and James agreed to meet in the area, while Charlotte, Angelo, and Mike would convene elsewhere and regroup with the rest.
After a minute or two of searching, Werner spotted the three men and pulled to the side of the road and gave them a brief, two-fingered wave, hand still on the leather steering wheel. “Jim. Juan. James,” Werner greeted them each as they entered the car, his voice slightly hoarse. “Where to?”
(blĭts′krēg′)
n.
A swift, sudden military offensive, usually by combined air and mobile land forces.
Blitz. Werner first heard the word in high school history, in one of the rare moments he gave the instructor his full attention. Short for blitzkrieg, or “lightning warfare”, a military tactic used by Germany’s military forces during their offensive front at the beginning of World War Two. It was characterized by a sudden, rapid motorized attack, giving the opponent no time to react. He couldn’t think of a more fitting nickname for himself when he joined the crew. The strategy applied to the entire group, really. Most of the time, they were in and out, loaded down with cash, before the police had the chance to respond. If something held the bag-men up inside, well, even the slowest response team would make it in time. That's when Werner earned his share.
Perhaps it was fitting, then, that he was driving a car manufactured in the very same country that produced the blitzkrieg doctrine. The 2015 BMW M5 rolled down the broken streets of Chicago’s downtown, the whine of its twin turbo DOHC V8 piston engine barely audible over the roar of the big city as the manual gearbox downshifted into second. If Werner was to design a car for heists, this would be it. Unless you were a car fanatic, nothing stood out about the M5. Silver paint, executive-style body, four doors. It looked like the daily driver of a businessman; before Werner stole the car, it actually was. Hell, it looked like every other BMW on the line, another cookie-cutter German automobile. Cops would look at it and forget they ever saw it. The M5 was all about what was beneath the exterior, the powertrain, chassis, and suspension.
Werner knew it was a sin, driving the car in the slow, heavy morning traffic. He could feel through the gear lever the drivetrain yearning to be pushed to the limits, urging him to slam down the accelerator, shift into third, and scream past every daily commuter. It was moments like these where Werner found it difficult to restrain himself, but he managed. Sitting on top of 575 ponies and only pushing 30 mph for him was the equivalent of trying convince a starving man to take a handful of rice from the bag. He bravely trudged on, thankful he was at least out of the cold for now. The midwestern climate took its toll on the Las Vegas native, his body not nearly as adapted to the weather as his northern companions. The mechanic sat in the M5, heat on full blast, wrapped in a heavy black parka and a with a nasty cold. He’d done work in Chicago before, albeit in the summer, so he knew the roads of the windy city quite well, but he never felt any love for the place. Werner would give anything to be back in warm weather, even if it meant flying halfway across the world, a task he hadn’t undertaken until joining the new crew; that first flight was quite an experience.
Werner banished thoughts of sandy beaches and empty desert roads from his mind and returned to the task at hand. Pick up the gang. Meet Angelo and the others. The congested roads finally cleared enough to allow some amount of speed, but he didn’t dare exceed the speed limit. No sense in getting the police department’s attention before a job even starts. Hell, he was already taking a risk driving the stolen car, even after swapping the plates and the VIN changed. Still, his connections didn’t reach very deep in Chicago, so he was forced to take what he could get his hands on. He finally reached his destination, Trump International Hotel & Tower, right next to the Loop. Werner wasn’t sure if anyone stayed in the monument to excess, but he knew Jim, Juan, and James agreed to meet in the area, while Charlotte, Angelo, and Mike would convene elsewhere and regroup with the rest.
After a minute or two of searching, Werner spotted the three men and pulled to the side of the road and gave them a brief, two-fingered wave, hand still on the leather steering wheel. “Jim. Juan. James,” Werner greeted them each as they entered the car, his voice slightly hoarse. “Where to?”
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