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| Metalline Robin Hood...; Except She's the Poor | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 23 2009, 02:40 AM (294 Views) | |
| Mercury | Nov 23 2009, 02:40 AM Post #1 |
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Time of day: 11:04 PM Place in the time-line: January 15th, Current Year. Today seemed to be a good day. The people in the streets of Las Vegas were plenty, and many of them were also incredibly rich. Any of the other pick pockets in the area were either unsuccessful or nowhere near the strip of casinos that Cessily had found herself down today. Of course, Cessily had to choose her casino areas wisely; many had upped their security ever since a recent upsurge of 'disappearing wallets' had caught the city by storm. The metallic girl could only ever smirk at the thought of a bunch of bureaucratic big-wigs sitting around the table with the mayor of Las Vegas, demanding to know where their wallets had disappeared to. The number had become too many to be a mere 'pick pocket' at fault. Then again, it was not Cessily's fault that the state government men had found themselves at their favorite casinos without their special 'Mutant Detecting' bodyguards (or, for that matter, any bodyguard at all.) This was only a few weeks ago that Cessily had stolen from those men. Had she known at the time that they were all government officials, she might not have stolen from them while they entered or left their favored casinos with some woman on their arm. However, every time she looked back on those moments, she realized that if she had not, she would not have this strange infamous reputation. It was a surprise nowadays that she could even find a place to sneak into, let alone steal peoples' money. But she had found one, the Carnivale, which had one of those lines over the 'E,' in an attempt to make it look more fancy. Clearly their fancy and rich only went past their name, seeing as she could walk into the casino in a large, grey trench coat and a long, deep green fedora covering her features from the world and whatever camera system was around. This almost seemed a little too easy... However, the rest of the hour had been spent picking the pockets of some of the highest rollers in the casino, and her making her getaway with no one alerted to her existence. Why did no one stop her? Was Vegas just that oblivious to everything? The night was young yet, but Cessily knew better than to stay in one location for too long. Someone would most certainly notice their missing wallets and/or money soon enough, and she did not want to be around when that happened. She was soon on the street, trailing behind what seemed to be a small crowd of people. The recent acquisition of valuables had inflated the girl's ego. She had never before tried to hit people up on the streets before. Usually that took a hug, or a knock in the back. Physical contact was hard for her, seeing as she was slightly metallic and usually had a problem blending in to the 'normal' standard that non-powereds seemed to have. But with her inflated ego, she felt like she could try anything. She was on top of the world, at least in spirit. There was no harm in trying. It was not like she could not get away from any cops that might have tried to arrest her. Cuffing liquid mercury was hard to accomplish indeed. The proximity was close between her and the strange man in front of her. Features on the man were not something she was paying all that much attention to (she was also behind him), but she did notice where his pocket was. That pocket looked very full, and the item inside was probably going to be her's in a few moments. Her hand came out of the pocket of her own trench coat, snaking from her wrist to the pocket that was about to be victimized. If anyone was paying attention (and she was pretty sure no one was), they would have seen the hand stretch from her arm and towards the man's pocket, with a good foot or so between her arm and his pocket. Now all she had to do was get into the pocket and take that hopefully wallet out before anything happened... like her getting spotted. That would, of course, be horrible. |
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| Gambit(Matt) | Nov 28 2009, 06:43 PM Post #2 |
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Vegas. It was kind of like the Boardwalk of the criminal world these days. After the war, Las Vegas – a city that had been waning over the last decade or two, was now restored to much of its former glory. Lets face it... when this planet was constantly trying to recover from World War Three while on the verge of World War Four, there wasn't a whole lot of room for Mickey Mouse. By comparison, the world was a shithole, and seeing as Vegas had been a shithole with a coat of varnish on it for years, it hadn't really been affected as much as some of its neighboring cities. And that was exactly the reason why Remy Lebeau was there. Vegas mostly belonged to The Pride now, from what Gator had told him, and it was finally time to let The Pride know that if they kept wanting to work outside Cali, they had to pay the out-of-state taxes. He'd made that point that Guild influence was growing at an alarming rate in New York, and now it was time to drive the message home. Le Diable Blanc wasn't someone to be ignored. He flipped open his cell phone and held down the three key just long enough to activate speed dial. “Mercy, you caught his eye yet?” “Can't believe you're makin me do this.” “For de greater good, chere,” he replied with a grin. There was a snort on the other end, followed by, “Yeah... I got his attention alright. He wants me, but bet you a hundred his bodyguards are gonna wanna do a search on me.” He grinned into the mouthpiece, “As long as they let you keep your toy, you'll do fine. Love you.” Without waiting for a reply, he flipped the cell shut and slid it back in his pocket, shooting another glance to the side, just enough to see a bit of movement out of his peripheral vision. He kept his eyes fixed on the building across the street from where he stood, watching for the inevitable fireworks, and making a point to keep from looking anymore behind him as he stood there. Remy wasn't sure how long he'd been trailed, but it wasn't someone out for his head... if it was, he most likely wouldn't have known until there was an attack. It was probably a pickpocket... and someone with some serious practice since he hadn't noticed anything until just a few moments ago. This wasn't a robbery though... not when the prince of the New Orleans Thieves' Guild was the target. It had just turned into an audition for a job. Besides... he kept all his valuables next to his skin, impossible for any pickpocket to lift... a lesson you learn in street rat 101. |
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| Mercury | Nov 28 2009, 11:50 PM Post #3 |
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Had she known she had stumbled into her very first job interview, Cessily might have dressed up for the occasion. There might not have been such an outlandish hat involved, at least. She was, however, unaware that she was about to pickpocket such a high profile man. Of course she was, her mutation had nothing to do with reading someone's mind, or any enhanced senses. Even if she did get a better look at something other than the man's back, she would not have recognized him. So he had the upper hand. The girl was oblivious to this fact, and would be until the man decided to reveal himself to her... if that point showed itself, anyways. Instead, she was more determined. He seemed not to notice that she was even there. The one casual glance was possibly the only hint she would have received, but she assumed that he was like the others, admiring the fireworks for a moment before going about his random business. Either that or he just had a habit. It did not matter to her simply because he made no mention of her being there and that, to her, meant that she was invisible to him. It did not yet scamper through her mind that he could have possibly had any experience in handling pickpockets. Everyone else was so naive, why should this man have been any different? That was not to say she had not been caught before. Everyone had their blunders, after all. Usually the response to that blunder, however, was to turn around, point at her, and scream loudly for the police (or some other sort of help) while Cessily's metallic wrist was dangling about a foot or so away from the rest of her arm. But that was then. She had to place all her focus on getting her hand into that pocket, not get caught, and shuffle away as nonchalantly (yet quickly) as possible. As her hand slipped into the pocket, she smiled lightly, but something in the back of her head was nagging at her... This is almost too easy... |
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| Gambit(Matt) | Nov 29 2009, 03:25 PM Post #4 |
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With unnatural grace, Remy whirled, a hand slapping against what he expected to be a wrist belonging to a wannabe pick pocket. Instead, his digits closed around something cold and metallic as his eyes immediately trailed up the arm to spot a hint of read among more of the same material he now grasped. A thought immediately struck him as he glanced back down at the reflective surface of the hand in his grasp. Mutant. He looked back up at the arm's owner, his look of bewilderment suddenly replaced with an amused, charming half-smile. He winked at what looked to be a teenage girl and pulled the hand up to his lips to kiss the back of it before dropping it. Now was the moment of truth... she could either run away like a good little street urchin and live to lift a c-note here and there, or she could stay and find out who this strange man was and possibly move on to bigger and better things. Personally, Remy hoped she chose the latter... he was always looking for fresh talent with unusual skills like himself. Placing one foot in front of the other, the Cajun began to stride toward her, reaching into his shirt to pull his wallet from within, flashing it at the young woman with another smile as he approached her. He couldn't help but let a little bit of pride slip into his grin as he showed her the bill fold. “You lookin for dis, chere,” he inquired as soon as he got close enough so he could speak in his rough, husky voice without raising it. Without waiting for a reply, he tossed the wallet toward her; there was only about fifty or sixty dollars in cash in there anyway. “Lemme know when you're tired of workin de streets for the small stuff. Might have some work for a gal like you.” |
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| Mercury | Nov 30 2009, 06:27 AM Post #5 |
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Her heart skipped with fear as she saw the hand about two seconds too late. By the time he had his fingers wrapped around her metallic wrist, she was ready to react. She would have too, if it were not for that wink. It threw her off, and she hated to be thrown off. But she could not find a way to make the sides of her lips pull downwards in her famous 'Kincaid Frown.' Whenever people got close enough to see her face, she would always make it. That way, anyone she did not want around her would just run away in the other direction, screaming about some 'dangerous mutant.' This man was definitely a different breed of man than what she had seen before. It made her stand right where she stood, instead of running away like she usually did. Her hand reflexively slithered back in its place as quickly as it could, something she trained herself to do since she began her stay in Las Vegas. He was almost hypnotizing. Was this some form of mind control? No, she would have known if she was under some mental influence, right? Who was she kidding? She clearly had absolutely no idea whether she was under some mental influence or just completely insane for listening to this man. Before she realized it, however, she found herself fumbling around at a wallet that was thrown at her. Wait, who gave this to her? As she got a good hold on the object, her eyes snapped towards the man suspiciously. Did he just give this to her? Just like that? Her eyes narrowed. What game was he trying to pull with her? He was far from some anti-mutant whack-job. If he was one of those, he would have hit her with some sort of anti-mutant device, or pushed a button to call some sort of anti-mutant robot or whatever it was they were using nowadays. It might have been those incredible eyes. They were just so different, as opposed to the lifeless, pupiless orbs that everyone assumed were her eyes. Maybe he was a mutant too. And an influential one by the looks of it. Possibly on the 'wrong side of the law,' as her father used to say. He was no Mafia man though; his accent was not how she imagined it. She could not place where he was from, but it was not from around these parts. Somewhere that was possibly more east of where they were now. So he was definitely different. Not in these parts, maybe, but from what she had seen in the past. Someone so different that she had no choice but to kill a cat, so to speak... "Where do we go about discussing this 'work'?" she asked, knowing enough to know that he, like other shady 'business' types, would not want to speak about it in the street, lest the prying ears told the boys in blue. |
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| Gambit(Matt) | Jan 8 2010, 05:21 AM Post #6 |
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Remy chewed on her question. She was obviously a mutant, and while Vegas had a much less strict view on mutants' rights to the pursuit of happiness compared to the rest of the good ol' US of A, it wasn't smart for people with obvious physical mutations to be standing out in the streets talking about anything... criminal or innocent. “Would get you a room in the hotel I'm stayin in,” Remy said, careful to make it clear that he wasn't inviting her to his room, “'fraid it's about to get blown up though.” He looked over his shoulder considering. Hayes was smart. Worse... he was a smart telepath. He'd detect Mercy's treachery in time to escape the explosion, but that didn't really bother him. That was meant as more of a message to his wife and the other members of the Pride – don't piss in the Guild's yard. Mercy would be in danger, but his sister in-law/part-time lover could take care of herself... the way she handled the assassins during the Guild war was enough of a demonstration of the more violent talents Remy didn't often see. No... apart from masterminding the entire operation, his part in the plan was to take place in the parking garage across the street... the one not too far from where the pair of them currently stood. “You wanna make five hundred, follow me. You can tell me your story while we walk.” Remy jerked his head toward the enclosure, sliding his hands in his pockets as he turned and slouched away. “ |
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| Mercury | Jan 9 2010, 06:46 AM Post #7 |
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What was this man looking for? He was rather strange, but Cessily did not seem to mind. The girl was not afraid of people finding her; she would just slide off into nonexistence, and roll into another part of the world. However, she was afraid of what he was about to offer. It could not have been much more than a more glorified pickpocketing-wait. Blown up? Cessily's brow rose upwards as she tried to process the information. Who would want to blow up the hotel that they were staying at? She did not ask, however, seeing as it was probably going to reflect poorly on how the next few hours was going to go. She might have been seventeen, and a high school dropout, but she was not stupid. Now he was looking behind him. Was he paranoid? What could he have possibly been paranoid about? Honestly, she probably should have stopped even asking herself questions. It reflected just as poorly. And now he was walking. Wait, he wanted to hear her story? Wait, did she hear five hundred come out of his mouth? Did he mean five hundred dollars? No, he could not have possibly meant that. Clearly, he meant five hundred pennies. Either that, or he was about to kill her for her shiny metal parts and sell her on the black market, and five hundred was used as a ploy to entice her some more. But it was five hundred. Even if it was five hundred pennies, it was more than she could lift off of one person in an hour. Who cared how she was making it? She followed behind as quickly as she could, keeping her fedora over her features and her trenchcoat hiding the rest of them. If anyone had seen the pair of them just now, they had not shown that they had. Vegas was great like that. "What do you wanna know?" she asked curiously. People were strange when they wanted to hear the 'life's story.' Nevermind that she did not have a whole lot to tell. She was a pile of liquid mercury. Her life was boring... |
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| Gambit(Matt) | Feb 7 2010, 03:38 AM Post #8 |
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“How you went from bein a cute lil' redheaded cheerleader,” Remy answered, taking a wild, stereotyping stab at her life before this, “to tryin to steal from me.” His eyes scanned the crowds looking for any sign of suspicious activity as he lead the way to the parking lot next to the hotel he'd been observing. Entering the confines of the garage, his black and crimson eyes began scanning the area looking for a black sedan with the license plate number that Remy had paid good money to acquire. “Where are your parents? What exactly can you do with that metal body of yours? What idiot taught you or are you just new to liftin stuff? You gotta answer questions at any job interview.” And that's exactly what this was. There was only a handful of mutants in the Guild... a growing number, but finding a young, homeless mutant with extremely applicable abilities was like finding gold. Her finding a group of individuals that looked after rejects, castaways, and orphans was one of the luckiest things that could happen to a kid who had no one. It was potentially profitable for the both of them. He just needed to make sure the kid didn't have some gang after her because she owed them money, or a set of parents desperately worrying about their little freak of a daughter. The Guild could deal with both, but he needed to be aware. There it was. Remy picked up his pace slightly as he spotted the sedan in the dimly-lit garage and made his way to a concrete column several feet away, intending on watching the car until its owner showed up. |
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