|| The Half-hearted Heist ||

[Lindsey]

L's dark eyes watched carefully as the scene unfolded in front of him. Who in their right mind would rob a god damn music store? But of course the shaking teen, it was a teenager the vampire figured, seventeen tops, was not in his right mind. I mean, a baseball bat? L supposed he could do more damage with his bare hands then this lightweight could do with a slugger like that. The daring adolescent was wearing a ski mask, much to the dismay of Mr. Everett who was hoping for some originality, and baggy clothes that only succeeded in giving the robber look more like a child playing dress up then a hard core criminal. That and the fact that he almost dropped the bat at least twice by his count.

L had been carefully browsing the aisles of the music store, glancing at the names of bands and listening to a few tracks, finding it all rather mundane. Whiny 'emo' bands, bubblegum bimbos, and language so foreign to him as he walked through the hip hop section that it made him feel even more disconnected with the world, if it was possible. Even that crap from the 70's was better then what he had heard so far. Then out of the corner of he eye he saw the youth approaching the small shop, hesitate for a moment, then burst through the shop's door.

Taking a wide swing with the bat and destroying a rack containing various iPod accessories, skins etc. he made his presence known quite quickly. "THIS IS A GOD DAMN HOLD UP. I WANT EVERYTHING IN THE GOD DAMN REGISTER OR I'LL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ALL OF YOU. I-I... I HAVE A GUN TOO!" Despite his scrawny exterior and unsure demeanor, the kid sure had a set of pipes on him. The shop, almost consensually blinked, unsure of what to do. L couldn't help but scoff as one woman, closest to the register, started to shriek. The bald faced lie about the gun was obvious to seemingly no one but L. Even the robber, as L observed, blinked, surprised with the response he was getting from the crowd. There were maybe... seven? people in the shop in total, including L, the bat wielding wannabe and the young girl behind the register, who was clearly in shock.

The kid made a threatening move toward the shrieking woman, who only started to shriek even louder. L could only roll his eyes, and action the robber caught and unnerved him noticeably. The ink hair coloured male was hardly dressed to his usual level of sophistication. In fact, he's just slapped on a wife beater and some jeans. Hardly any essence of authority to him. But he supposed that his stony expression, mixed with, well, his tattoos visibly covering most of his torso and his stature, he left a different impression, quite different from authority. Truth be told, except for his boyish face, he probably looked like HE was the type to be robbing a store.

The tension in the air was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Or beaten down with a baseball bat. Either way.


ooc|| Ppppplease join! =D Feel free to take over random extras I've mentioned, or have one of your characters in the shop too. Sorry that was long. Got a little carried away.

[GiE]

Revuque Aiton had broken out of her factory once again. Well, it was hers, so she technically didnt't brake out of it. She could walk out of it whenever she felt like it. But, thing was she wasn't really allowed to. Cube, Rev and Sev's little 'adviser' made it plain and clear that if they left, something very bad could happen. And, like the kids they were(even if they were in their 30's), the twins left whenever their hearts had the urge.

Today the famous toymaker was finding herself some funky music to listen to. She danced about, listening to the songs in those nifty headphones and poking around at every genre in the world. Or what the store provided. She liked the electronica and polka. She didn't mind screamo either. To Rev, music was music, and she just loved to dance and sing to it.

The orange mynci was sporting some strange clothing, once again. A frilly little pink bikini top covered her breasts. On her arms she had large blue arm warms. Her long, thin fingers were adorned with string rings. She had a black choker around her neck. This time the key she always held with her was on a gold chain and tucked in the bikini top. Looking down from the torso you'd find a green skirt impersonating a tutu. It had tons of frills and lace and could possibly put any 7 year old ballerina to shame. On her tall legs were fuschia and peach colored tights. At her calves were the same warmers that were on arms. Covering her feet today were platform shoes, covered in buttons.

Okay, so she wore the most eccentric and unique things in the world. Can't blame her for liking to dress-up! She poked a song with a yellow painted fake nail for the player to start singing and smiled cheerily when it began to pump into her ears from the headphones. Her lips sparkled with glittery lipstick, but they weren't the only things shining. Her mascara had the little glints of glitter in it. To add to all of her splendid glory, her hair was in huge curls. She wasn't wearing her favorite hat with the smiley at the top and her pretty metallic feather. No, something must have happened to it.

As she bobbed her head to the rock band, she didn't notice what was going on at the front of the store. She was mouthing the words when she turned her head, opening eyes up to reveal violet eyes. They widened when she saw the kid with the bat and everyone getting rigid. She took the headphones off and walked a little closer. No one was talking except for the lady yelling.

Rev finally noticed what was going on and gasped a little loudly. She shook her head back and forth, looking for a place to hid or do whatever she was doing at all. She saw the man standing there as if this was some sort of show. She ran up behind him, accessories softly making noises. She stood there, obviously thinking he was there to protect from whatever danger was to happen. She peeked up from behind, eyes still wide, she watched the scene unfold.

[Lindsey]

L's eyes darted behind him to the jewlery clad girl, making note that his original tally of people in the store was incorrect. His brow quirked up at the sight of the eccentricly dressed woman, but his attention was divereted quickly. The robber was addressing him.

"You." he said, shaking the bat in the direction of L in a threatening manner. "THIS ISN'T a fucking joke."

"Could have fooled me." L mumbled in a bored tone, slight British accent rolling of his tongue.

Wide eyed, the robber looked conflicted for a moment. In stead of responding verbally, he decided to smash yet another display case, sending bits of glass raining on the carpeted floor. The woman continue to shriek kneeling down to shield herself from glass that was no where near her.

L didn't flinch, but merely frowned, eyeballing the kid, which was proving to be difficult as the ski mask was constructing his vision, no doubt it was sweaty wearing it in the late July night's heat. Out of the corner of his eye he did notice the kneeling woman's hand dip in to her purse, beady eyes glancing frantically between the bat and her purse. Cell phone?

"Now, I-I-" the kid stuttered, carfeul not to turn his back to L, yet making his way closer to the register, producing a bag from his sweatershirt pouch. "I want you to put all the cash in the till in this bag."

[Lindsey]

ooc| Anyone wanna take the cashier from me? L and the kid is hard enough. x)

[GiE]

ooc; must I? I really don't like to P:

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Rev looked up at him, looking completely innocent. She blinked when he went back to look at the robber. She watched, her tail flicked a few times this way and that. She was gettingly a little impatient, her attention span was almost equal to that of a squirrel's.

"Bien, cela n'était pas très agréable," She mutter from behind the man with a very thick french accent. She frowned, glaring at the kid as he smashed a display case. She could understand clearly what they were all saying, obviously. She reacted to everything that happened verbally and even physically. She wasn't some foreign lady that had flaunted over here from France. Certainly not.

"Oh cher, oh cher. Je suis si très craintif, monsieur," She then murmured in her native tongue when the child then asked for them to place the money into the bag. She giggled. It was a shrill noise that could plainly catch some looks. She was taking this all in like it was a really bad movie.

[Julia]

ooc:
0: I could be the cashier with mah anthro dog thing, Fritz.

[Lindsey]

ooc| Yeah! Okay! Less work for me! Hurray!

[Julia]

Fritz’s head was flat on the counter, arms folded above her head. She was leaning on the music store’s front desk, a computer next to her on her left, register to the right. This was the 5th time she’d fallen asleep on the job. Luckily her boss only caught her twice, though. Today was just another lucky day.
Fritz was a relatively big partier, but this sudden pass out wasn’t from that. More of just not sleeping much. She never got a good night of sleep. Either because she just couldn’t fall into the slumber or because she just couldn’t keep her mind off of bad thoughts, making her wake up in cold sweats and tears in her eyes.

Her light pink, almost cotton candy colored hair was a tangled mess. Like always, done in two fat pigtails. The ends of her hair curled into slight ringlets, tapping her shoulders. Bangs fell into her one eye, which were a very light brown, with many clear specs of yellow. Her nose was like any other dog nose; slightly wide and triangular. Fritz’s lips were left untouched, but a small cut at the top to show some past memories.
Around the mutt-like female’s neck was a black collar, which had a yellow dog tag hanging from it. You couldn’t see this dog collar, or any features in her face, since she was laying on the table. Under the desk, she wore a very usual outfit for herself. The regular bright yellow t-shirt, some thing she did not like to wear. Fritz had a very unusual liking to be naked, but we wont go into detail about that. Her jeans were plain white, and a black studded belt lay on her freakishly skinny hips. A pair of yellow high top converse were at her feet.

The people she worked with new her troubled with sleeping, and partying, so they didn’t like to bother her much while she slept. If they had a customer, they’d usually step in and help and leave Fritz to her slumber.
A pair of floppy, dog-like ears were stuck ontop of her head, in gray fur to match her whole body. Also, she had light brown spots scattered around her ears, covering her eye-area, around her shoulders, and other random spots. Another dog-like feature was the tail that spayed lazily in back of her, which was skinny and became even skinner at the end, looking like a small, long thread.

The scream from the woman woke her up, but not instantly. She moaned, sitting up and giving a yawn. Ears picked up the sound of shuddering glass, suddenly opening her eyes fully and looked shocked to see the kid in the mask, with the baseball bat.

Now, for Fritz’s whole LSD filled life, she was a very chill and easy going person. She didn’t know how to react to this, but just stood and looked very dumb founded. But once he actually spoke to her, she just…stared blankly at him.
“Huh?” She said, feeling rather unusual because she was taller than the kid. Her eyes blinked a few times, trying to wake up. He did /not/ seem like the kind of person that would beat /her/ with a bat for a little money. Sure, she was a little intimated, and probably would be more if she was awake when he said he also had a gun, but at this moment she did not show it.

[Lindsey]

His nervous eyes glared at the french speaking woman, fumbling with the bat as he pointed it toward her. "Shut it... Frenchie. I'll freaking shoot you all. It's right under my shirt. No jokes." An extremely juvenile phrase, he was groping for words. "Now, you! Pink haired girl. Fill the bag with the cash! Got it? For CHRIST'S SAKE."

L gave a wayward glance at the French woman, picking up on the few words she spoke, getting the jist. He was more then a little rusty. His expression had changed little in the long moments, but now he cupped his hands on his mouth, hiding an amused expression. He even went as far as to casually lean up against the record bin next to him, an air of defiance and maybe arrogance to him. "C'mon kid, who are you kidding? You have a bloody baseball bat! I mean do you honestly think people would fall for that rubbish? I mean-" The vampire had finally piped up, voice carrying through the record store, without a trace of fear from this punk-ass brat. He stopped dead in mid sentence however, eyes fixated not on the robber, but on the woman who had been shrieking only seconds before.

It certainly wasn't a cell phone in her purse. The cold, shiny black metal gleamed and caught his eye.


ooc||

[Julia]

Fritz’s eyes blinked, very shyly and confused. She looked from the French woman, to the rest of the people in the store, to the kid. She’d never been in one of these heists, and for some reason it felt a lot less scary than it was on tv. He seemed like he had no clue why he was doing this, or how to do it. She could of robbed this store better! Even know she wouldn’t… She had enough money to get her by. She didn’t need to rob a store.

She was rather in her own head, thinking about robbing and then that branched off into other things. The mutt let her head lean onto her hand, which was propped up by her elbow on the table. But when she heard “pink haired girl”, the little dream world was over and the freaky reality kicked in. “Um. ‘K.” Fritz responded, taking the bag with one hand, the other grabbing a piece of gum, unwrapping it, and throwing it in her mouth.

But once the man spoke up, she let the bag rest in her lap, listening to him and giving a small laugh, but quickly she let her hands cover over her mouth so the robber couldn’t hear. She still was a little freaked out by the whole thing, so the laugh was muted and her hand hit down hard on the register so the thing would pop out. But nothing happened. She hit it again which caused the drawer to open. She laughed at the very small amount of cash left in the thing.
“You want…like, all of it?” Fritz asked, very childishly, loudly chomping on the gum while leaning over the desk and looking at him, then the bat. She took a glance over at the customers, and noticed that shrieking lady now doing some thing much more interesting. Hm.

“Not much in here, kiddo." Fritz said, rummaging through the mess of dollar bills and some coins with her clawed fingers.

[GiE]

"Frenchie!" She said, then cackled again. she jumped up and down behind her 'protector'. She clapped enthusiastically. "I've never been called that before," She murmured with a childish grin. She was now talking fluently English. Hard to believe, but completely true. Did you expect her to live here without knowing how to speak like the other people inhabiting the country?

"Oh je consens ! Je consens, oui je fais," She then breathed with repeated nods when the man made his little speech. "Cependant, je trouve ce très amusant! Oh, garder allant cher. Ceci est si beaucoup plus amusant qu'est enfermé dans un bâtiment gigantesque de métal!" She then said, her voice raised again in a giddy gesture. Her grin was from ear to ear as she stared. It seemed, when she was separated from her twin sister, Rev was a more calm and reasonable person. Maybe it was when she was in danger. Whatever it was, Revuque wasn't being so... hyper. It looked like she was unfolding now, though, as she jumped about, enjoying the whole thing.

"Pas étonnant que. Je trouverais plus à un magasin de chaussure!" She then mused when the pink haired girl told him there wasn't much in the register. She shook her head, raising her brows.

ooc; ah, that wasnt such a good post