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| [Graded] CLD2: i need a boat <_<; -to be graded please- | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 28 2012, 05:51 AM (860 Views) | |
| Post #1 Apr 28 2012, 05:51 AM | Tamashi |
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iyana noizu listened and waited he then heard the sound of the boat he was stowing away on ready to set sail. Iyana was about to get all comfortable and sleep when all of a sudden BOOM cannon fire, iyana had no clue as to what is going on and he breaks the barrel he was hiding in and stands on his feet. 5 more cannon shots fired off and all of a sudden a cannon ball blasts right through his face and water starts gushing inside the boat. iyana makes a mad dash for the door and kicks it down and runs to the top of the boat. upon arrival at the top the boat is being raided by some pirates with some pretty heavy balls. there attacking this trading ship at the docks of shell town. iyana ran and dived off the boat onto the docks and ran away from the water so he would not be attacked. he then realized that the marines from before never did calm down and these pirates are gonna attract attention. iyana thinks quick on his feet and realizes... he needs a boat. he would most likely have to buy the boat with his own money since he is already being targeted by some marines. he began running away with his hood up looking inside his money pouch and notices that he does not have enough. Iyana stopped in the middle of the street and saw the marine troops that were looking for him and he dove into a trash can. he looked and counted his money and did not have enough. iyana slowly got out of the trash can and ran with a crowd of people who were evacuating the area so he could avoid the marines. he looked and saw a bank as he was running and realized HE CAN ROB THE BANK FOR MONEY. he pretended to trip and rolled over to behind the bank and began scaling the wall and made it onto the roof. once on the roof he slowly crawled into the ventilation shaft and crawled to where he could look at everybody in secrecy and began charging up his devil fruit waiting for his chance to strike. Edited by Tamashi, Jun 12 2012, 04:06 AM.
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| Post #2 Apr 30 2012, 09:31 PM | Gomi |
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"Mmn..." Camille gave a languid stretch, her eyes shut against the warm summer sun. She let out a faint sigh as she settled back into her seat, her eyes fluttering open to once again regard the half-finished lunch on the table before her. Wasn't this "Shell Town" place supposed to be an important spot for the Marines? Wasn't she a fearsome outlaw? If so, why hadn't any trouble found her yet? She'd come in the hopes of stirring up, well, something, but nothing interesting had found her yet. Even the cannonfire in the background was probably nothing. So, in the end, it was all she could do to stop for lunch at one of the patio restaurants littering what she assumed was the city's business district. That big bank further down the road screamed 'business'. She lifted the grilled sandwich to her mouth and took an idle bite. God, even the food was boring. Leave it to the Marines to suck all the fun out of a place. Part of her wanted to march into that bank and run off with whatever she could get her hands on, but hey -- she wasn't suicidal. So she contented herself instead with calling over a waiter and quietly slipping away as he retrieved the cheque. She made her way toward the bank courtyard in long strides, quietly complimenting herself on the way the crowd parted before her. It must have been her strong and dangerous presence -- although she grudgingly admitted that the giant oar slung across her back might have helped. [Troublenote: Raiko won't be joining up until Iyana reaches the bank.] Edited by Gomi, May 3 2012, 06:03 PM.
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| Post #3 May 1 2012, 08:31 PM | Enlightened Monkey |
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Lieutenant Seeker had been on-task when it had come to the unexpected attack by the inbound ship. With the squad following they'd covered ground pretty quickly in this urban sprawl and made it to one of the main roads, taking a look around. The docks were not that far away but he was more interested in what had been attacked. However, this little investigation was broken off as he saw something that made him quite curious. The morose-looking, brown-haired Lieutenant was pretty sure he'd just seen someone dive into a garbage can just at the corners of his vision. He couldn't be sure, but he waved his men onwards and kept the edge of sight on the area as, sure enough, he saw someone stealthily leave the trash can and then look around. If it hadn't been such a bizarre thing to see not so long after the island had just been under a mini-bombardment. He was split between joining the Marines and tailing this little urchin. Deciding he'd take the unconventional route and just use his entire unit to beat on a street urchin under the heat of battle, Lieutenant Seeker whirled a finger and spun his unit around, pointing at Iyana, crawling into the ventilation shaft. "We need him to commit a crime first. If he doesn't, commit one yourselves and frame him, then set him up with the colors the pirates are using and just set him up as one of the pirates trying to score a little extra. We'll divvy up the cash we get from both the bank and the reward. I don't really feel like doing any real fighting and risking my neck, do you guys?" he asked the others, who laughed and patted him on the shoulders gratefully as they fingered their guns and moved into the bank and waited, hoping Iyana would murder someone so they could go cowboy bucky in this boring old town for once. |
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| Post #4 May 2 2012, 01:42 PM | Tamashi |
| iyana looked around as the bank was closing soon and sure enough it was time for him to get to work everybody was off guard, he also was not aware of the marines. as soon as the people that owned the place had the keys he blasted his devil fruit powers and began crawling through the ventilation shaft basically making a chamber filled with his stench. iyana kicked through the ventilation area on the side where the workers stay so if anybody uses a gun the bullet proof glass will save them. iyana jumped down and pimp smacked the choking girl and grabbed the keys. he cut the wires to the security system and began running downstairs to the vault area. |
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| Post #5 May 2 2012, 10:39 PM | Gomi |
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Something caught Camille's eye as she crossed the courtyard, bringing her brisk pace to a gradual stop. The crew of Marines, small though they were, obviously had something in mind -- she'd spent enough time on the wrong end of rifles like those to recognize an itchy trigger finger when she saw one. For a normal person, this might have elicited some kind of caution, or at least a motivation to be somewhere else. For Camille, though, this meant one thing and one thing only: things were about to get a little less boring. Her ears visibly perked up as she followed the Marine troop inside, hoping to pass herself off as just an interested passerby. For now, at least. Her eyes flitted over the scene in a bid to determine what it was the Marines seemed so ready for. Everyone seemed pretty uneasy, but then again that was natural considering a group of armed soldiers had just marched in. If that was all, then what had them so... "Mm? What's... Ughh..." Camille's unusual heritage had left her with a few things that set her apart from full-blooded humans. Some, like her pointed furred ears and her tail, were pretty obvious to anyone with eyes in their head. There were others, though, that weren't so blatant -- like her sense of smell. Right now, she was really regretting that one. The manifestation of the kid's Devil Fruit powers would still have been faint to anyone without her mixed ancestry, but to her it was just like being up there in the vents at the epicentre of the "blast". She fought to blink the tears from her eyes as she watched a tiny figure disappear from behind the glass, disgust and excitement fighting for dominance. "You there! Hold -- Khh! Khaagh! -- up!" Despite the horrible stench filling her nose, her eyes, and no doubt sinking into her clothes (Ugh. She'd have to wash those later,) a silly grin was plastered to her face. She ran for the teller windows, oar in hand, completely heedless of however the Marines were reacting to this sudden attack -- or what they might do about an apparent civilian running directly through their line of fire. With a cry she brought the oar around at the glass in a powerful swing, aiming to shatter it and follow after the stinking perpetrator. Of course, this'd mean the Marines would have an easy way of following as well, but as far as she cared that only made things more interesting. Edited by Gomi, May 3 2012, 06:02 PM.
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| Post #6 May 3 2012, 03:37 PM | Enlightened Monkey |
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Mickey Snaps had been waiting to bust ass and leave this joint for over an hour, he was supposed to be leaving early, and mamma mia here he was stuck at the bank he was supposed to be robbing today, taking it down from the inside. It'd be hot -- he was working with the other tellers right now, as they began putting away stacks and going over books for the night. Not very long from now, he was going to be leaving this place rich enough to leave Shell Town for good. And then the smell arrived, and didn't really die down. Everyone started by taking discreet looks at one another, little smiles. Farts were always welcomed at the bank, especially the loud ones. Sometimes someone splashed out a gravy leg if they'd had an especially long shift and a high-stress workday and sometimes the odd green apple splatters rattled out of a tellers' butt -- much to the tension-easing amusement of their co-workers. It was a running joke among the tellers. But this was unlike anything any of them had ever experienced. Some were staggering, staring at one another in bewilderment and leaving money unattended as Iyana jumped down just above the youngest employee, a terrified, pregnant brunette. "Please, PLEASE, I'm pregnant, I'm -- no, noooOOOOO--" she screamed as Iyana clapped her down straight across the cheek, even her breath cut short as her head bounced off the edge of one of the metal tables and she fell limp on her side, her glasses skittering across the floor. "You absolute, evil, MONSTER!! WHAT KIND OF SADISTIC BASTARD COULD EVEN THINK OF DOING THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW PSYCHOS THAT -- EVERYBODY, GET HIM!!!" yelled one teller as batons, tasers and a gun appeared. The tellers surrounded Iyana and began patting their weapons, a wad of gum cracking. "We've been waiting for someone to rob this place for over a year now. Thanks, buddy." said the teller as the dozen employees moved in and began punching and kicking at Iyana. Mickey Snaps was so glad Iyana had appeared before he'd tried robbing the bank himself. And then the crowd going at Iyana was suddenly split in distraction as a large crack did a wide spider on the bullet proof glass as Victoria's attack reverberated through the tellers' area, half the group turning to face her now as the rest went after Iyana with all the male hormonic rage that a human being could have activated, the pregnant, petite young female still unmoving on the ground with a small puddle of blood where she'd hit her head on the table. Inside the bank, Lieutenant Seeker ordered his men to wait, unseen but in position, as this interesting and somewhat bewildering scene played itself out before his eyes. Those tellers seemed like they'd been waiting for someone or something else ... |
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| Post #7 May 3 2012, 04:14 PM | Tamashi |
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iyana was running and was halfway towards the steps, iyana heard some yelling and turned his head back behind him and witnessed a huge crowd of men with all kinds of sorted weapons. iyana then shouted, THIS IS A ROBBERY YOU MARINE AFFILIATED EMPLOYEE SCUM. iyana had not a single clue as to what he did as he kept running. while he was halfway there he got cracked in the jaw with a stapler, iyana knew he was losing balance so he jumped to the floor rolled and got back up a little off balance but able to keep stable. the crowd fired off with a gunshot and a tazer shot and a couple more staplers the only reason keeping them from firing all the ammo because they wanted to make sure they hit him when they get closer. iyana got to the door and unlocked it with the key, opened it went inside and then locked it. Iyana then exploaded with another round of his devil fruit he plans to suffocate anybody who manages to get pass the door. he turned and began the decline down the steps. iyana was getting annoyed these marine people are terrible he thought as he was heading down the steps and still producing land slides from his butt. |
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| Post #8 May 3 2012, 04:19 PM | 水Lance |
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'Twas odd, sometimes, how fate worked. At one point, the small ship was drifting along at random, even making it to Reverse Mountain of all places... then it was ejected a little to the side and drifted right back. Much of that particular time had been at night, which the boat's sole resident spent napping. In fact, he spent a lot of time doing precisely that, or otherwise lazing around, quite oblivious to the fact that, well... anyone with any actual knowledge of sea travel would be steering the ship. Thus he ended up on Shell Town in quite the same way as last time: by... ...not crashing this time, only because someone that had been there before remembered that little incident and brought together enough people to stop the ship before it did damage to the docks again. Problem averted, this time, though the 'pilot' deserved a talking to. Maybe another time, one decided, as he had treated some folks to some good food before. So what if the owner had a bounty small enough for nobody to pay much mind to? Of course, there was also the fact that there was a bit of a commotion beginning not overly far away... which the boat's resident, stirred from his nap by the sudden still of the boat, was fairly soon to check out. Only to get a whiff of whatever was inside the place people were slowly starting to surround by the time he himself got there. Indeed... the fox man was not going in there. |
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| Post #9 May 3 2012, 05:36 PM | Gomi |
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Camille recoiled, the impact of her oar against the glass vibrating up through the ancient wood of the oar and up her arms. It was all she could do to grit her teeth against the rattling sensation -- the stench still had her feeling truly off-balance. Bulletproof glass, then. Great. Through half-shut eyes, though, she could see that she'd given as good as she'd taken. The kid seemed to have disappeared, whether down the stairs to the vault or amid the crush of bank staff thirsty for revenge she couldn't say. But there on the floor... Who was that? Was she bleeding!? Outlaw though she was, Camille at least tried to hold herself to certain standards of conduct. If someone had something she wanted, it was hers to take. If someone tried to do her in, she owed it to herself to put a stop to that. But leaving someone who hadn't even been involved lying face-down in a pool of their own blood? That was just unnecessary. The strained-but-cheerful expression had faded from her face, replaced with a fierce look of determination. She shifted her feet over the polished tiles, arranging her arms just-so and flexing her grip around the familiar grain of the improvised weapon she carried. She even forgot about the stench for a second as she brought the oar around this time in an overhead swing, stepping in with her backmost leg to mirror the arc by force of habit. The security glass parted like a stream of water, spreading chunky shards over the shining marble counter. Camille leapt in before the glass had so much as had a chance to settle, crunching harmlessly beneath the tough soles of her boots. It wasn't until she had reached the other side that the full force of the stench returned, taking her off-guard and leaving her swaying woozily where she stood. "Y-you guys..." She began weakly before finding renewed strength in anger. "You idiots!" It came out as a roar this time, fury painted plainly across her face. "This girl's hurt! Are you too busy working out stress on some fucking thief to fucking care!?" She crouched by the fallen girl, her limited medical knowledge telling her to seek a pulse somewhere on the side of her neck. There was a brief, horrible moment when it seemed as if the floor was falling out fron under her... And then, a faint stirring. She was alive, at least. "C'mon, then, girl. This is no place to wake up... Whoah!" Trying her best to lift the girl onto her shoulders, her strength deserted her and pitched her forward onto her hands and knees. Whatever stinkbombs the thief was using, it seemed as if he'd just dumped his whole supply. Her legs shook beneath her as she climbed to her feet, the oar forming an impromptu seat for the unconscious girl while her hands held her legs around the taller woman's back. Fuck that kid. She'd come looking for trouble, and she'd found it, but the time for fun had ended once the girl had collapsed. So she climbed back over the counter, her eyes casting about for anyone who looked like they were willing to help. It was a bit of a mixed blessing that no one even bothered to meet her eye -- after all, it meant that she could do her searching outside. She made her way out the door at a hurried (if wobbly) pace, idly wondering where the Marines she'd followed in had went. The fresh air broke over her like frigid ocean spray. She never thought she'd relish the dusty smell of a city quite so much as she did now. She breathed it in almost hungrily, filling her lungs near to bursting and feeling the strength slowly seeping back into her muscles. While the set of her lips was still quite serious, there was a sparkle in her eye as she threw her head back and barked a command to the crowd: "This girl's in trouble! Find me a doctor!" Edited by Gomi, May 3 2012, 06:49 PM.
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| Post #10 May 4 2012, 03:52 AM | Raiko |
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A gathering crowd. Commotion. Sounds of foot steps as the people continued to gather. A distraction. All of these circumstances which began to pile up were music to sumiko's ears as she looked on from the shadows of a near by building. A mischievous smile formed on her lips as her eyes darted back and forth from person to person, trying to discern a sucker in the bunch. It always brought her such joy when a prime opportunity came to her on a silver platter, giving her an excuse to exercise her honed skills and making a quick beli in the process. Sumiko was born to be a thief, after all. The urge to hurry over there and let her delicate touch do its work was suppressed, she had to make it look casual. Even if they weren't paying attention she didn't want to let her guard down. She casually joined the crowd, a hint of speed wouldn't be too suspicious given peoples curiosity. She took a quick glance to see what was going on, her hand motioning for the back pocket of a seemingly simple male the crowd. Amongst the chatter and shuffle the voice of one in particular carried over the others, calling for a doctor of some sort. While her own curiosity began to peak she needed to finish with her task first. Urururururu, this will be easy. Maybe I'll see whats going on after... She pondered, as her dextrous fingers snagged a wallet. Using her coat to block vision from the man in the off chance he turned her head, she peered into the contents for only a moment, before lifting them to the crowd once more. Tch... another poor person. Dropping the wallet back beneath the man while keeping her eyes trained on the general direction everyone else was watching. |
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| Post #11 May 4 2012, 07:26 AM | Enlightened Monkey |
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"Did you hear that people NO REMORSE!! This sick, twisted kid had the opportunity to apologize, to say SOMETHING to answer for beating the woman bearing an unborn child and he chose to issue the cry of battle GET HIM!! EVERYBODY GET HIM!!" the original ringleader of the assault on Iyana yelled as he leaped over a set of desks, landed in front of Iyana and bossed a backfist straight into his face with a stapler, sending him stumbling back among the desks. The heavy, iron desks were nothing to this man, this adonis of a Bank Teller. With a roar, he smashed one of the ivory/iron desks with his shin and sent it flying, easily battering an entire row out of the way and barely missing Iyana as it actually smashed straight out of the back of the establishment, creating a gaping hole into the street. Two civilians had been killed or injured in the attack outside, but none of the tellers cared. They were too pumped up, too ready for this. The ringleader smacked his head with both his hands as the others attacked an escaping Iyana: none of their attacks hit home though, the wily thief making his escape out the back door. "You all suck. You are all garbage. I swear you all have the worst aim I have ever seen. You are all the worst backup I think I have ever witnessed on this planet. THREE OF YOU ARE WEARING BRASS KNUCKLES!!" he screamed and spat a few wads of spittle in the process at one such brass-knuckles wearing teller. Then, Camille yelling at them finally made it through the fog of battle as they all turned to her for a moment, eyes widening as they remembered where they were at and ogled at the pregnant girl lying on the floor -- very unpeaceful like, too. It was almost traumatizing. The outside had actually fallen into some form of organized chaos as Lieutenant Seeker swung arm around and pointed to the back of the building: advance, take the back way and escape route the criminal had gone. Whoever had struck down that teller was going to get it, but Seeker had had to be positive he knew where all the players in this little situation stood. Now that he believed he had all the info he needed for now him and his dozen-strong unit of daily joes advanced through the spotless, immaculate bank and towards the very messy back areas. The tellers, in the meantime, were struggling literally, through the wall of sheer horror Iyana had created for them after having watched the girl that had chastised them more or less secure her escape. Lieutenant Seeker took a quick look at Camille and nodded. "Brave work, citizen. But we'll take it from here." he said, calling two of his men forwards. He pointed the rest towards the hole in the back that the leader teller had made with his brutal muay thai attack and the Marines rushed towards the rear outdoors. "Everybody FREEZE!! In the name of the World Government, cease your activities where you stand for a moment until we have apprehended the man who committed a robbery against this bank!!" A moment later, nobody was moving but Iyana, any pirates or criminal in the area, and the bank tellers -- with whom the Marines were on-side. The onlookers, meanwhile, were astonished at the scene -- two Marines screaming for a doctor, a pirate farting for all he was worth whilst running at the same time, a bunch of bank tellers with a Freddy Mercury lookalike at the front chasing him and gagging all at once and a really pissed off looking girl watching over the injured girl and a pair of Marines upon whom a very creepy looking man with a stethescope now rushed towards, an eager smile on his face as he wiped a small sheen of sweat off his brow. |
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| Post #12 May 4 2012, 11:32 AM | 水Lance |
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A lot of people, a lot of noise, a lot of smells and sounds... ...this was why Kai didn't particularly care for such populated and crowded areas. To say nothing for the most bothersome thing of all that was the stench lightly radiating from within the bank, which practically made his fur curl. If there were ever times he even somewhat resented his enhanced senses, now was definitely one of them. Wasn't this an interesting event, all things considered. Well, may as well do something, anyway, regardless of the fact that someone told everyone around to 'freeze.' So far as the fox was concerned, that was just a suggestion; one that didn't necessarily apply to him. Thus, onward the arguably most unique member of the crowd walked without much of a care, whether for the Marines or... well, much of anything except certain specific things, really, those 'specific things' being what he was walking toward. That was to say, the woman that seemed to have been injured and the few people around her, despite that his nose scrunched up slightly at the closer proximity of the stench. "Um... ya all right over here? I can grab some food or something, if anyone needs it... should help, at least a little..." he offered when he got there, scratching the back of his head a little. Indeed, food was a high joy and priority for him; if he couldn't offer that to help, there was probably little he could. |
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| Post #13 May 4 2012, 12:27 PM | Gomi |
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Camille wasn't exactly comfortable hanging around a crew of Marines, and normally wouldn't have trusted them with a woman in her ward's condition. All the same, they seemed to know what they were doing for once. At least insofar as they'd got a doctor on the way. The woman let the oar clatter to the ground, crouching down to slip her unconscious burden carefully from her shoulders. She laid the girl's legs out before her in a sitting position, settling onto the ground herself behind the girl to prop her body up. Another minor thing she'd picked up over the course of her life: if someone was bleeding from their head, keep it elevated. While the doctor certainly looked qualified, the pirate lady held her position at the unconscious woman's back, crossing her arms around her waist protectively. She wasn't exactly sure why -- it just seemed like it was a little early to leave her in other hands just yet. Her tail beat against the ground restlessly as she waited for the man to do whatever it was a doctor did in such a situation. An unusual colour moving through the crowd caught her attention. She watched with apparent interest as the blue shape drew closer, resolving itself into a Beastman. The sight was hardly unfamiliar to her -- after all, her own father had been one. His colouration was something she hadn't seen before, though, and she found herself staring rather rudely as the fox approached. Her furred ears pricked up, catching the nervous offer despite her distraction. Her lips curled into a wry smile. "Stick around, cheri. She might want a bite or two when she comes around. Poor girl lost a good bit of blood back there." She was, frankly, impressed that the man had come forward to help while everyone else had stood around gawking. The nature of this help was odd, to say the least, but she supposed it was practical enough -- she knew that she got almost ravenous when she was nursing a wound. "Are you a cook, or just a fast runner? Well, either way. I'm glad someone had the guts to throw their hat in instead of standing there and staring." She cast a short, withering glare back at the crowd before glancing back to check on how the doctor's work was going. Her nose wrinkled as the scent from the bank blew by on the breeze -- or had it really sunk into her clothes in so short a time? Edited by Gomi, May 4 2012, 01:55 PM.
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| Post #14 May 4 2012, 01:58 PM | Tamashi |
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This was a pretty huge bank iyana thought as he finally made it to the vault door. He looked around the room and inspected it, there was a long narrow hallway with no windows and only the vault door. iyana had walked up to it and looked around and found the small emergency keyhole. iyana put the key he had obtained from that marine fledgling and unlocked the vault. As it opened iyana walked inside and man o man was it a beautiful site. the marines had alot of funding going on, iyana let out a whistle similar to when a man finishes checking out a nice beautiful woman. the fault door and the inside of the vault Iyana walked inside taking the keys but what he did forget was to shut and lock the vault door, but he was not really worried about it he had most likely outran those marine fledgings there is no way there catching him now . but there was one key he was worried about on his keyring it said emergency detour which means somewhere in here there is a emergency exit most likely for when this place gets robbed the employers could sneak away and escape. iyana walked over and grabbed a suitcase with wheels on it that carried the money around the vault for organizing and stuffed 1 gold bar and 500,000 beli in the suitcase. as iyana was about to leave he heard some people yelling and screaming this way. DAMN THESE PERSISTENT PEOPLE HE THOUGHT. he hurried up and hid the suitcase in a nook and cranny near the vending machines. he broke the vending machine with some super hot spicy chips and he ate all of them to charge his devil fruit up. he began charging his devil fruit and hid behind the gold bar stacks waiting for the people to come. |
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| Post #15 May 4 2012, 06:17 PM | Enlightened Monkey |
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"Oh. Oh, my. Heh heh heh. Well, you see." said the queebly looking man, eyeing the unconscious teller critically and then smiling at Camille. "This is, sort of awkward, but my second line of work in the medical industry is that of head trauma. Eheh. In fact, I still work for the Marines, you know." he said. "My first line of work simply paid much better." he finished, giving Camille a long wink as he stepped around her and kneeled down, immediately producing a small kit out of his coat pocket. Upon doing so however, he did reveal the hilt of a hunting knife, or perhaps a small sword. "And I would LOVE to acquire some data on those feline traits ... I've been working on a few prototype clones .. ehehe .." he added as he pushed his glasses up and then took out a thick bandange and pressed it to the back of the girls' head, taking out a simple neck splint and carefully putting it around her neck, the four stabilizers and two wraparound pieces keeping her neck straight as he now had both hands free to continue his work, thoroughly emasculated by Kai's appearance. Inside the vault, an alarm began to wail throughout the massive chamber as soon as Iyana put his hands on the paper money and as the doors slowly closed and Iyana finished his preparations the ringleader of the Bank Tellers slid through the closing shock doors of the huge safe. Then he stood. "Just you and me, Stinky!! I'm gonna GET YOU!! DID YOU HEAR THAT GUYS I'M GONNA GET HIM!!" he screamed as he ran at Iyana, his face a mask of angry, male physical exertion as he launched a pictorially beautiful flying knee from over a dozen yards out, smashing into the gold bars and dead-stopping as he landed, the impact of his knee cap on gold bars apparently meaningless. "The smell ..." he said, his eyes watering a little as he almost staggered but then grabbed a pair of gold bars and flung them in a curve through the air at Iyana. |
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