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| Robbin' Hoods! (pt. 1?) [Ended]; Attn: Church and then Aguirre! | |
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| Topic Started: Monday, 14. April 2014, 12:24 (1,720 Views) | |
| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Wednesday, 23. April 2014, 03:29 Post #21 |
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"Hnnnghhhh." The name Toran managed to evoke a noticeable amount of annoyance in Aguirre. Yeah, she'd started to find a tolerance for the big dope back around the Christmas party, and the gifts were nice and all, but she couldn't get over how much of a fucking idiot the guy could be. After all, first impressions tended to make a pretty deep gash in strangers, and even while Mac was the one that shot her bo--Sawyer in the foot, the whole situation had been Toran's fault; then again, maybe there was a little bias there... And it wasn't like she had much room to talk, considering that ever since they'd met the Brujah had gone to work accidentally destroying his livelihood in one way or another, but she certainly didn't need anyone else to do that for her. That god damn Nosferatu had a forgiving nature the likes of no person she'd ever met in her life, but Aguirre herself still wished she would have bashed the tech-genius-asshole's head into the cement a few times the night she finally snapped and also snapped his knee. Moving past all that, the woman could certainly appreciate the Robin Hood mentality; she came from a hard-working family too, complete with three brothers, two parents, and more animals than anyone ever needed in one house at any given time. She knew the life of a pick pocket, had been paying her rent via the pockets of British strangers since she arrived in London, and had no intention of relinquishing her hold on a life of thoroughly enjoyable crime. It would help if she didn't end up keeping most of the spoils, but she distributed the wealth fairly evenly--friends, family, the douchebag jar. Douchebag jar, by the way, was in desperate need of filling ten times over. Whatever the two delinquents were going to do, they needed to do it soon enough to make sure the jar didn't disappear all together from a lack of funds. Hell, at the very least Mac could steal everything out of the jar and buy herself more booze--not that she would know it was Aguirre's money. Whatever. She didn't live for the thanks, she just wanted to make it all up to someone. She shook the twisted up look on her face off, taking another painful inhale, then hesitating in her words before managing to spout the first productive idea she'd had in months. "We don't need none of that shit. All we need are a couple swiss army knives, some dark and distinctly baggy clothin', and somethin' to cover our faces with. People'll think we're chavs. Oh, and back packs. Back packs are a must. Even if them yuppie pricks got serveillance, ain't like they're gonna recognize us in fuckin' Reagan masks, right? But whatever, you ain't gotta wear Reagan, I ain't wearin' Reagan. I'd rather find me a good demon mask or some shit. Wouldn't it just be a great big dose of ridiculous if I showed up in a Drrrrracula mask? Bluh, bluh." Thing was, this really was one of her very favorite things to do. Rolling her r's and popping up her arms like the old storybook figure with his cape. "Anywho, you get your shit, I'll get mine, we'll split whatever we can sell, yeah? I say we hit Kensington whenever Mac, uh, vacates the premises so I can go back home and get the rotten tomatoes and cat shit out of my hair." Great thing about filters? She didn't have one anymore. Edited by Aguirre Efrain Maddox, Thursday, 24. April 2014, 03:09.
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| Cid | Wednesday, 23. April 2014, 07:02 Post #22 |
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Agustin wasn't sure, at first, what to make of that sound Aguirre emitted when he mentioned Toran. Then it hit him, with such familiarity. The young man himself had a way of annoying the fuck out of people sometimes, and he was pretty sure he had done as much to the woman with the conquistador name. But it seemed, at least, that he had won her over in the long run... Fits of giggles erupted from the Malkavian when the Brujah launched into her best Bela Lugosi impression. Faux Transylvanian... That was one of his favorite accents, too. Bluh, bluh! "BwAHahah..." Almost too loud, too funny. "Bluh, bluh!" He shot right back at her. "Heeheehehe. Yus. We have to do that, now! They'll call us... The Drrraculah Bahndiits. Or something." He giggled some more, his own impression about as amusing as hers. Then the mention of cat shit threatened to gag the Lunatic. He hated cats. Evil little fuckers. Always plotting, scheming... Thinking they're better than us. Lazy beasts. And their vitae was worse than rodent... "Yeah, anywho. I can whip up a disguise. Some tools. I just want to snag some gadgets, a nice laptop, but jewels and whatnot are worth more. Whatever we find, though, I'm sure there'll be plenty to choose from." "But, you sure you wanna wait on Mac..? Those two are freaks, who knows how long they'll, um, last..." His expression went dead again, white noise filling his headspace instead of dealing straight on again with the scene played out earlier. He might be lucky to not develop PTSD over the whole mishap... "I've got some coin right now. Enough for a motel. We could grab a quick shower each and then find some tools. Go hit the scene the next night..." |
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| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Thursday, 24. April 2014, 04:11 Post #23 |
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The Drrraculah Bahndits. Hell yes, that was the cheesiest thing she'd heard all day and it sounded like gobs of good, clean fun. Then again, so did the thought of walking out of a house with a few thousand quid in assets each--because nobody could deny crime when it paid well and they didn't get caught. Even the dead got a rush out of it when they weren't getting smacked upside the head with a frying pan. Even that never really effected her, although a certain Nosferatu had never let her live it die. "Tools are nice. I used to have some real nice wood workin' tools to keep me busy back in the day... Hopefully we hit somebody crafty." It was confirmed that Agustin was still the master of making situations awkward, so at least nothing had changed there. In fact, the next bit was a double whammy--comments about her roommates stamina and the offer of a motel room all in the short expanse of about thirty seconds. "Hoo, boy--you really oughtta buy me dinner first. Sawyer'd have a damn heart attack, y'know that?" Of course, she knew what he meant, but she couldn't help giving him shit. Plus, a shower sounded amazing right about now. |
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| Cid | Thursday, 24. April 2014, 04:56 Post #24 |
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Agustin really hadn't had his wits in these moments, otherwise he might have been able to avoid the awkward altogether. "I don't have enough for dinner, tho'..." Sounding at first oblivious to the implications. Instead, it hit him with Aguirre's words, once fully absorbed. He stumbled slightly, and whipped back around to point at her with one finger in a sort of flail. Accusingly, as if she had no good reason to misunderstand him so. Of course, she was only messing with him, but the whole thing flustered him enough as is. His face twisted into an innocent grimace. "Th-that's not what I meant- you know what I meant! Damn it all!" Clearly embarrassed, he almost blushed despite his being Kindred. "Like I'm gonna risk Sawyer feeding me my own..." And with that, he would have been pale again. Paler, in fact. As nice as the big Nossie was in general, when he did lose his temper... At certain betrayals, for instance... It must be a sight to behold. "I ain't gonna try nuthin'! You can be damn sure of that..." He finally spat back out in a huff. "Are we gonna do this or not? What's the plan, then?" |
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| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Friday, 25. April 2014, 04:39 Post #25 |
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Haaaaa. What a fucking dork. Aguirre knew Agustin wasn't a saint; none of London's walking dead were, so seeing him stumble about like an offended ten year old was amusing. Not only that, but the amount of time he took to register the jab at him was priceless. Enough to pull a much needed chuckle from the Brujah, eyes glinting for the first time in months over one stupid joke. She was still her own favorite comedian. His fear of Sawyer feeding him his own parts was plenty for Aguirre to believe he had no ill intentions, but she wouldn't hesitate to to reinforce the consequences once try arrived in the oasis that was a motel room with a working, low water pressure shower. "Whatever, man, let's get this ball rollin'. Gonna be a bitch to find a Dracula mask this late at night, we may have to settle for the Queen's ugly mug." |
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| Cid | Friday, 25. April 2014, 05:54 Post #26 |
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Walking on the street side of the concrete, as men are contractually obligated to do, so if a car comes flyin' toward 'em the woman will be shielded by a slightly less squishy masculine sack of meat, Agustin almost stumbled at least twice. Stumble onto the street, that is. But he caught himself, corrected his gait and put his eyes back on course. Careful not to start rollin' them all throughout his clusterfuck skull. Aguirre's chuckle almost sent him into a giggle, too, plus a jape at the Queen, but he consciously kept the moment from becoming an actual moment. Like, bonding and shite over one-sided dorkitude. Best to not let that happen, otherwise the unstable Loon might get weird ideas in his head, after all... "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Let's just get a room for the day. I don't even have to be in the building while you get yerself clean. I'll catch a laundry room and find ya some clothes that don't smell like.... That." He said and pointed at her again, this time teasingly, pinching his nostrils shut with the other. Fuck you, bitch. I may be awkward, but at least I don't smell like a litter box doused in spoiled peanut butter and burnt doll hair. |
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| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Tuesday, 6. May 2014, 02:48 Post #27 |
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"Y'know what, let's fuckin' do it. I've been away from the crime scene too long and I'm real tight on cash since I came back. Ain't even got my Mathilda anymore..." Aguirre patted the area just above the left side of her rib cage were her favorite Colt Commander used to rest, a weight she'd been missing since those awful fucks on Staten Island took her for everything she had (plus some). She didn't see any reason why not, had never had any qualms about taking from people that didn't need all the excessive shit they kept when Aguirre was just happy to build some book shelves out of warehouse pallets and stolen tools. Would have also been nice to have a place to sleep until she could go back home, which she hoped would be soon. And, yeah, Agustin was a sketchy character to have to share a room with--but every motel room came with a cheap recliner, and she'd certainly rather sleep in a chair than on sheets that had seen more bodily fluids than any prostitute on this side of town. "Look, we'll get cleaned up, we'll find our supplies, scope out that house you're talkin' about for a bit. Clean clothes would definitely be a nice change of pace, and I sure ain't got nothin' else to do." aside from avoid certain individuals, which was entirely beside the point. "You go ahead and lead the way." OOC
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| Cid | Tuesday, 6. May 2014, 19:47 Post #28 |
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"Coo' cool..." He said in agreement or whatever with the decision. They're gonna jack so much stuff... There was a lot of damn work to do. Agu wasn't thinkin' casual, he wanted to hit a whole neighborhood in one night, grab as much loot as possible... Then take their time divying it up, keeping whatever, making a mass profit. Dosh to use, for Agu, to make certain things easier... And more fun! "I know a, um... Quiet lil' motel just around the corner, I think. Nice and cheap. I have some stuff stashed nearby, 'bout an hour away, actually. Once we get the room, I'll head off to get my stuff while you get cleaned up. Blah blah blah. Then tomorrow, the day after maybe, we destroy some yuppie's insurance premiums 'n' shit..." And then they were off! To a motel, totes platonic business-partners and whatnot. Even tho', awkwardness was bound to ensue. Such fun! |
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