Dostanuot Loj
08-03-2005, 06:13
OOC: I've been working up to this for a while, and it's still just another step in one whole plot, so, be paitent.
It's an internal struggle, I don;t really need much in terms of aid, but I'd like to maybe find someone willing to RP a few dissenters, only a few though, like groups of a dozen or less. I want to keep this interesting.
WARNING: This RP may contain content of a viloent, graphic, vulgur and/or sexual nature. Read only at your own risk.
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11:30pm, Sunday Night:
"You have GOT to be kidding me!" Jacob nearly screamed at the television, literally throwing his television remote at the screen in anger. The remote fell to the floor after clashing to the screen, the batteries rolling accross the floor.
"Jacob honey, you have to be careful with such a delicate piece of electronics." Jacob's wife Marie, who was eight years younger then him said as she bent down to pick up the battery that had stopped at her feet.
She stood there a moment as Jacob said nothing. It took a few minutes before he turned to look at Marie, who had collected the other battery and was reassembeling the two little cells into the remote. "Marie, this has just not been a good night. I jst saw on the news that." Suddenly the telephone rang, interupting Jacob mid sentence, which only managed to further anger him.
"I'll get it!" Marie said as she walked into the kitchen to answer the phone in there, confident it was one of her freinds calling to talk about shopping or something.
Jacob too was confident that this was the case, until he heard Marie yell from the kitchen, "Jacob, it's Peter, he wants to speak to you."
"I'll take it in here." Jacob yelled back as he picked up the phone next to his chair. "Hello Peter? Yea it's Jacob. You saw it too? Yea, we have to do something about this.."
The conversation went on for over an hour, long after Marie had gone to bed. It was nearly one in the morning when Jacob finally climbed into bed, he and Peter had discussed something so special, so serious, that he was sure he'd never get away with it. But that was what made it so exciting.
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10:00am, Monday Morning:
The blast rocked the street instantly, people ran screaming down the adjacent roads to get away. It hadn't been big, only a grenade really, but it was still big enough to cause panic in the peaceful city.
The grenade blast itself hadn't hurt anyone, just blow the thick wooden doors of the Bank of Sumer branch in the city of Troy right off it's hinges. As the crowds of people in the streets rushed away from the half a dozen armed men worked their way through the crowd, right into the bank.
A firefight ensued, the remaining three gaurds in the bank went down quickly at the suprtior firepower and numbers of the armed men, each of which was carrying a high powered rifle. The men fanned into the bank, tossing their remaining handful of grenades through the teller windows, deatonating behind the thick wooden counters and killing the remaining occupants. The men wern't after the cash, they were after something much bigger.
"Come on Peter" one of them said, motioning to one of the men who was carrying a large rucksack on his back.
"I'm comming. Hold your horses." The man replied as he moved up next to the data storage system, dropping his heavy package next to the main computer.
"Set it Pete, let's get koving." The other man said, urgency in his voice now as sirens began to wail in the distance.
"There, I got it." The one refered to as Pete said, picking his rifle back up and heading for the door.
the group got out of the front of the building, heading dow the street as a small explosion set off in the bank behind them. The explosion wan't very large, only blowing out the remaining windows of the bank, but the blast wasn't designed to destroy the bank, just some contents.
The men turned down a nearby alley and ran, heading away from the wailing sirens that were closing in behing them.
It's an internal struggle, I don;t really need much in terms of aid, but I'd like to maybe find someone willing to RP a few dissenters, only a few though, like groups of a dozen or less. I want to keep this interesting.
WARNING: This RP may contain content of a viloent, graphic, vulgur and/or sexual nature. Read only at your own risk.
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11:30pm, Sunday Night:
"You have GOT to be kidding me!" Jacob nearly screamed at the television, literally throwing his television remote at the screen in anger. The remote fell to the floor after clashing to the screen, the batteries rolling accross the floor.
"Jacob honey, you have to be careful with such a delicate piece of electronics." Jacob's wife Marie, who was eight years younger then him said as she bent down to pick up the battery that had stopped at her feet.
She stood there a moment as Jacob said nothing. It took a few minutes before he turned to look at Marie, who had collected the other battery and was reassembeling the two little cells into the remote. "Marie, this has just not been a good night. I jst saw on the news that." Suddenly the telephone rang, interupting Jacob mid sentence, which only managed to further anger him.
"I'll get it!" Marie said as she walked into the kitchen to answer the phone in there, confident it was one of her freinds calling to talk about shopping or something.
Jacob too was confident that this was the case, until he heard Marie yell from the kitchen, "Jacob, it's Peter, he wants to speak to you."
"I'll take it in here." Jacob yelled back as he picked up the phone next to his chair. "Hello Peter? Yea it's Jacob. You saw it too? Yea, we have to do something about this.."
The conversation went on for over an hour, long after Marie had gone to bed. It was nearly one in the morning when Jacob finally climbed into bed, he and Peter had discussed something so special, so serious, that he was sure he'd never get away with it. But that was what made it so exciting.
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10:00am, Monday Morning:
The blast rocked the street instantly, people ran screaming down the adjacent roads to get away. It hadn't been big, only a grenade really, but it was still big enough to cause panic in the peaceful city.
The grenade blast itself hadn't hurt anyone, just blow the thick wooden doors of the Bank of Sumer branch in the city of Troy right off it's hinges. As the crowds of people in the streets rushed away from the half a dozen armed men worked their way through the crowd, right into the bank.
A firefight ensued, the remaining three gaurds in the bank went down quickly at the suprtior firepower and numbers of the armed men, each of which was carrying a high powered rifle. The men fanned into the bank, tossing their remaining handful of grenades through the teller windows, deatonating behind the thick wooden counters and killing the remaining occupants. The men wern't after the cash, they were after something much bigger.
"Come on Peter" one of them said, motioning to one of the men who was carrying a large rucksack on his back.
"I'm comming. Hold your horses." The man replied as he moved up next to the data storage system, dropping his heavy package next to the main computer.
"Set it Pete, let's get koving." The other man said, urgency in his voice now as sirens began to wail in the distance.
"There, I got it." The one refered to as Pete said, picking his rifle back up and heading for the door.
the group got out of the front of the building, heading dow the street as a small explosion set off in the bank behind them. The explosion wan't very large, only blowing out the remaining windows of the bank, but the blast wasn't designed to destroy the bank, just some contents.
The men turned down a nearby alley and ran, heading away from the wailing sirens that were closing in behing them.