May 1 - GM RP Event - The Bank Heist [closed]

[Amalea]

Her attention was mainly on the hooded men though she was trying to discreetly get her bearings as to where each was and who else was present. Aside from the tellers and manager, she was fairly sure there were only a handful of other customers present. What she was unsure of was whether or not any of them were willing to stand against these jerks or even if they were skilled enough to do so.

The red-head wasn’t overly concerned about them taking her wallet and phone. There was nothing of real consequence in the wallet – just a bit of cash, a bus ticket and some punch cards – and her phone was easily remotely wiped once she could get to a computer. Her only concern was getting out of this mess, preferably in one piece and masked men incapacitated. While she didn’t really want to see anyone get hurt, she had a feeling it was inevitable particularly if people decided to rise up.

Amalea barely flinched at the gunshot; she had become used to the sound from taking part in a number of battles. Hell, she’d even been shot, stabbed, and everything in between. She certainly felt for the poor guy, but aside from hoping he found a way to control the bleeding there wasn’t much she could do without getting seriously hurt. There were too many of the hooded men as well as a large number of uncontrollable variables.

She carefully rose from her prone position as everyone was ordered into the conference room. Being singled out didn’t really faze the red-head given taking out one of them was a bit easier if they were separated. It was the inclusion of the nosy reporter, Mona, which forced her to bite back a groan. She was fairly sure that she wasn’t the woman’s favorite person given her affinity for vampire. The feeling was certainly mutual as the red-head didn’t appreciate the reporter’s apparent distain for vampires. She also didn’t approve of the woman’s methods for getting interviews. She just hoped that she wasn’t on Mona’s list of enemies tonight; she’d didn’t really want to have to fight two different enemies right now.

Without hesitation, she moved towards the vault. There was no reason to give the robbers any reason to resort to violence just yet. Stepping into the vault, she scanned the structure quickly, looking for anything that would be useful for incapacitating one of their captors. While she did have weapons on her person, she wanted to hold them in reserve until needed. She had become quite adept at throwing her faction mates and had the thought that perhaps throwing one of the goons against the vault wall would at least knock them out.

Catching the bag, she began filling it with the banded stacks of bills. It was at this point she really regretted not having to any of the telepathic powers she had come to love. They’d certainly be useful in this situation. Without them, she could only hope that the hostages would be able to coordinate some sort of attack. For now, all she could do was bade her time and hope that the two of them could take out their two minders. Coordinating any sort of attack was going to be an interesting venture.

[Romeo]

The sounds of a gun firing really didn’t get me. Neither did the fact that someone just got shot. The guys aim was piss poor. I would have aimed higher. Obviously he didn’t have the balls to hit that sweet spot at the back of the skull. It is so clean and neat. They always drop like dead weight. Which is exactly what they became when you blow a hole through the space that governs everything for a body to move with the brain’s wishes. I know this not just because of training but because I have applied the technique more than once.

It isn’t going to get me a medal of honor admitting it but it’s no secret that I don’t play by the rules. I am not the only one on the streets sweeping up the trash and sending it down river to save the taxpayers a few bucks to go into community playgrounds instead. It has been a bit of history I built up and really if I was in my job for the right reasons then I would have quit a long time ago. The world is certifiably fucked and the good cops are depressed, drug dependent and overworked and underpaid. It is a thankless job. The ones holding the bank hostage got more going for them at the end of the hour than the rest of us put together. One of the reasons it didn’t break me down any to stuff my badge into a dark crevice and crawl away from it.

I look around and try to figure out just who is really worth counting on to do something. It was a toss up that I didn’t seem to have the patience to deal with. One guy is darting around like he is looking for his lost hamster which could have crawled about anywhere. A chick is distancing herself from the glass walls we are locked in. I have to say she is wise in my book. I don’t doubt on the outside **** is eventually going to be going down. Where is the fun in that though? Dirty Harry never waited for backup. As far as I am concerned I can do my thing and still claim duress after. Who in their right mind with a badge during a holdup pulls out their weapon without notice? Anyone who knows me knows how things like this will turn out.

I am lightning quick and I am excited when I do it. No lie. There is a rush and a half flying through me lighting me up like vegas machine after a jackpot sends the coins flying. I love the scent of fresh fire and here it comes. Mad skill combined with a lethal aim goes into effect sending lead intended for the head of the bankrobber standing around like he has nothing better to do. Let's hope this pans out. If not the guy running around looking for his hanster better think up something damn quick. My vacation is long overdue and I am taking it. Damn I feel so good.

[Doc]

The glass door of conference room was shattered by the shot from Romeo’s pocket pistol, that buried itself in the base of Number Five’s skull. Five’s finger tightened on the trigger of the AR from a cadaveric spasm, causing a spray of gunfire to ricochet across the front of the bank.

kill Figure Five - Succeeded

At the sound of gunfire, and seeing Five drop like a stone, Number Three laid down suppressing fire into the conference room. Unloading a full a magazine in an unrelenting spray, Three only paused long enough to slap another magazine in. After the second magazine was emptied in the room, Three paused and tapped their ear, speaking softly but quickly.

From screams and chaos coming from the conference room, it was clear Three had either killed or injured several of the hostages. Three nodded their head, uttered a soft single syllable and took position behind the counter just outside the conference, and hunkered down. If anyone tried to exit the room, Three would mow them down with unrelenting gunfire.

kill and wound hostages - Succeeded

Megan wounded by suppressing fire Succeeded

Gideon wounded by suppressing fire Succeeded

Romeo wounded by suppressing fire Succeeded

Meanwhile inside the vault, Number One never took his eyes off the females stuffing the bags. His hold on his weapon was no longer slack, it was pulled into a tight tactical hold, aimed at the women. “Keep working.” His voice was flat, and unaffected by the chaos in the other part of the building.

There was a faint whisper of noise that came from Number One’s ear. “Roger that.” He said, while never taking his eyes off the women.

Number Two came into the vault, nodded once at Number One, who spoke. “Zip those bags up and start filling these.” Number Two tossed to more bags to be filled, grabbed the first two bags and exited the vault.

The wail of police sirens can now be heard coming from outside the bank thanks to the automatic fire. Those hostages not killed by the suppressing fire know that the police are on the way. But just as their hopes starts to rise another explosion rocks the bank. This time the explosion can be more clearly felt. There was ominous creaks and groans from the bank’s walls as the explosion died down. Ceiling tiles fell, plaster and sheet rock cracked, the exterior windows cracked.

Big enough hole in the basement wall to squeeze through - Succeeded

At GM’s discretion, players can choose the type of wounds their character received.

[Mona McGee]

Mona stacked the money in the bags as quickly as she could. She kept looking at the red head she knew the woman had skills she had to have given who she ran with. Hopefully the woman wasn’t a total dipshit and could at least read facial expressions. Maybe just maybe they might get out of this alive. Mona was set to turn on the man and take him out when all hell broke loose in the other room. Gunshots rang through the place. Mona turned a whiter shade of pale … Gideon was in there ****.
He was resilient Mona knew but even a paladin couldn’t take to many shots to the head they could still die. She turned and looked at Amalea then back at the goon **** that was guarding them. The other goon came in and gave them more bags and left standing just outside the vault. Mona felt sick to her stomach her hand moved over her stomach slowly. Another explosion rang through the building as the repercussion rang through the building Mona saw her chance she focused her power and recited the chant under her breath power surged from her body Chai Push struck the guy with the gun full force pushing him backwards with no place to go he struck the vault wall hard. Mona didn’t wait She didn’t see where the other guy was she pulled the knife that doubled as a belt buckle out and rushed the guy as the Dark Theurgy chant struck the guy she had just pushed Harming him and taking his blood.

Yanking at the guys gun her knife slashed at the guys throat as the power struck him.

[Megan (DELETED 9014)]

The first shot startled the sorceress into a half-crouch behind the conference table. Her widened gaze flitted across the front of the conference room to make sense of what had just happened, but no sooner did the glass door crumble that the rattle of spastic gunshots followed. It was as if someone had hit the fast-forward button.

It was years of practice that had Megan swiftly hit the floor as soon as **** hit the fan. Canada wasn’t stricken with the same mindless violence the United States was, but the rise in school shootings and terrorist attacks across the southern Great Plains had given rise to mock drills throughout the Canadian educational system. Never had she been in this situation, but instinct drove her as close to the ground as she could go.

There was no time for thought as bullets rained down into the conference room with no regard for anyone inside. Like unsteady dominos, the people closest to what’d been the glass wall plummeted to the ground in a flurry of cries and dark red.

From her prone position behind the table and chairs, Megan covered her head with her interlinked hands until the shooting stopped. Unbeknownst to her that there’d be another round of bullets, she pushed herself onto her knees and crawled to where the bank employee—the one who’d been lying next to her earlier—was slumped in plain sight.

The bloodied name tag read Helen, which was such a trivial detail to notice in the heat of the moment. There were two bullet wounds that she could immediately see, but inspection was cut short as the shooting picked up again. Hooking her hands under the woman’s armpits, the blonde was forced stepped into a half-squat for leverage.

As she dragged Helen behind the chairs and table, a bullet snagged her arm. Letting out a surprised yell as her hold faltered, Megan fell to her knees once again. Hooking her injured arm around the woman’s bloodied torso, she used her opposite hand to move across the ground. Glass debris scratched against the inflexible surface of her rock-hard skin, digging into the softer folds between her fingers. It was merely an inconvenience compared to the bullet firmly lodged in her tensed biceps.

The shooting stopped—but for how long?

Once Helen was down on her back, Megan shrugged off her torn jacket. Bundling the rough fabric, she pressed it to the bank teller’s abdomen and glanced down at her exposed arm. Where the bullet stuck out from her flesh, the skin looked like cracked concrete—pale and greyish. Blood collected beneath the surface, and when she flexed the bullet out, red trickled from the wound. It wasn’t fatal — it would heal. She couldn’t say that much about Helen’s wounds.

Shuffling awkwardly around the woman, Megan glanced around. The smartest thing to do would be tip the table over and create a protective barrier, but the amount of coordination, effort, and time it’d take to do that would be pointless. By the size of the holes in the drywall across from her, those bullets would make quick work of the wood. In any case, someone else would have to figure it out. Her hands were full—

—full of blood. Tossing the saturated jacket to the side, Megan glanced over the makeshift patient she’d adopted. If the woman grasped feebly at her, it went unnoticed.

Before the sorceress could tally up the wounds, another explosion rocked the bank. She fell instinctively forward, elbows slamming into the glass-covered ground opposite Helen’s torso. Her fingers linked across her nape protectively, the glass windows behind her shattering as the ceiling crumbled. The heavy office chairs around the table tumbled to the ground, the armrest of one hitting her square in the occipital bone. The impact left her disorientated but not unconscious. The ringing in her ears was inexorable, and a head-splitting migraine was settling in for the long-run.

“What the ******* ****!”

[Gideon Barnes (DELETED 8781)]

Psalm 127:3-5 Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.

Rolled through his mind as Gideon searched and found a stapler. Just as soon as he had it in his possession, there was the sound of glass breaking and shots being fired as soon as the guard at the door fell face down. He had been at a table, shielded from the waist down, but took a grazed bullet to the left side of his abdomen. As it skidded over the superficial part of Gideon's flesh, his newly acquired item dropped out of his hands and hit the table, as Gideon hit the floor.

People were dropping like flies to the left, right and behind him; some dead, a few hit, but alive. Gideon remained on the ground until the shots were done, then moved to grab his newly found 'weapon.' He propped it open and put the bottom half in his back pocket, keeping low to the ground. A guy next to him moaned in pain, and Gideon put a hand on his shoulder. “Stay down.” Gideon told him; there was no point in anyone trying to be a hero. As in any one human that was just a regular joe blow.

He glanced around to take in the death toll and as Gideon did that, there was another explosion that rocked the building. He lunged to cover the guy next to him, not sure what might happen to the building. When the glass that shattered and **** from the ceiling and side walls had subsided, Gideon once again said quietly to the guy, “Stay put.” It was good advice in his mind, before he looked in the direction of where the first shot came from inside the room. There was a dark haired woman, a blonde and then some older guy, who somehow managed not to get hit in the crossfire of the automatic weapon. He narrowed the old guy out, because he looked as if he were about to croak from the entire scenario. So that left the blonde and the brunette. “Which one of you started the rain of bullets?” His tone didn't hint at his true feelings-which were one of the broads were ******* stupid. But, that was too late now. Instead, Gideon needed to do two things. The first, get to his baby mama, the second keep the heat off the people in this room. “Everyone stay low. Don't do anything. As for the guns blazing broad, I got a plan. Follow my lead.”

Gideon hoped he had pegged the sound of the gun going off right, otherwise this would all be done in vain and it was likely the rest of the people in here would die. But, he wasn't sitting here twiddling his thumbs while he waited to see how Mona panned out. Gideon looked for the dead broad he had seen a few feet away in front of him, then grabbed her by the shoulder and slid her towards him. “I'll distract. You do whatever you need to do from behind. Just make sure what you do, kills him. Only one shot at this.” Gideon slowly stood, with the woman, that, on a day she was alive, was a buck twenty wet. Now? Add on about forty to fifty pounds of dead weight and he was looking at lugging something around that wasn't that much shy of two hundred pounds. But he hoped, God was on the side -and Mona's as Gideon headed with the dead woman shield towards the front of the conference room doors. Well, what remained of them.

[Amalea]

Amalea continued to fill her bag as she glanced at Mona at random times. She didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention from their minder but she needed to find out if the woman was up for dishing out some hell. It certainly seemed like the reporter was up for it; now it was a matter of timing. Choosing the wrong moment or being off in their coordination could have less than desirable results.

The single gunshot followed by the rapid firing of what seemed to be hundreds of rounds would have brought the reality of the situation home if the scene from the lobby hadn’t already done so. Her secret hope was that the single shot had come from the goons, but given the screaming that was impossible. She also knew that there was a very slim chance that everyone in the holding area had escaped unscathed; her one wish was that at least one of these hooded goons had ended up among the casualties.

The red-head wasn’t surprise in the changes in their captors. The subtle sounds of the one in the vault shifting in some fashion; she wasn’t about to chance a glance backwards to see precisely what that shifting entailed. She was more than willing to just assume that they were being watched even more carefully now. Catching Mona’s glance at her then back at their minder, she slightly shook the stack of bills in her hand in an imitation of nodding as she placed them into the bag.

That now hated voice filled the vault for the third time in the short period of time since the shots had rang out. Complying, Amalea zipped her bag before turning to hand it over and catch the new empty bag. She noted that the original minder had indeed shifted and now had his gun trailed on them; the other seemed to be a different goon which gave her hope that one of the others had been incapacitated in the gunfight.

The second explosion definitely shook the building and Amalea was sure there had to be some sort of damage to the building. However, she wasn’t paying attention to anything but her direct surroundings. Sensing a change in the woman beside her, the red-head concentrated on the shadows outside the vault beckoning them to attack the masked goon that had left with the bags. Without pausing, she pulled one of her concealed blades and lunged towards what she hoped was a now injured goon to further incapacitate him.

OOC Note: At the time of the heist, Amalea has all of Prudence’s T2 path powers and T1 bridge powers. She is using Shadowstrike here.

[Romeo]

Usually the return fire is part of the fun. In this case I find it painful as well. It goes without saying as my body is sent back against some hard surface as the bullet sent my direction finds a way to shatter my collar bone and dislodge out of my back. I am used to this by now. One less thing I will need to be billed for when the surgical tools are making things all better. I roll enough to get a view of the direction all the action is coming from. Glass is shattering and raining down with impressive effects. Just what we all could use. A lot less in the way when it comes to wanting the bullets to hit their target.

I am more than ready to finish what I started when the blonde starts playing Florence Nightingale. Sure, I should be showing the concern for those writhing in pain, barely keeping their guts in the holes that are showing nice views of their innards but really that is expecting a little more of me than can be had. I give zero fucks. Pretty sure I never gave one to begin with. Way back I said I was an example of borrowed time and this is here is prime. I have already overstayed my welcome.

The **** going on around me is proof. There is nothing that says it makes sense that I am even there. I didn’t start it. I am just willing to do something about it. I check my weapon and figure only so much will happen with my useless arm. Good thing my dominant side and hand is the one that was spared. I hear a command barked by Hamster hunter and do the obvious. Pop up faster than the gopher in Caddyshack only to be dropped down when the place shakes from an explosion that sends what is left clinging to the walls down to the floor. Karma finds me everytime. Seems there was a chief taking charge. I listen to his suggestion and figure what the hell. He can go first. Sure he can. I see nothing wrong with him taking the lead with the body in front of him and his in front of mine. I know where the hell I am headed. I got a score to settle and that would be with the one I spotted sinking down like they could be mistaken for the desks or chairs being tossed around in the aftermath. That isn’t good enough. Not when I will be in the operating room before the night is over.

“Move now!” Sure he is calling the shots but I sort of call my own. Gun raised I am back to taking skilled aim right at the hooded head and pull the trigger. Another blast of gunfire stimulates me and I am ready for more. “MOVE!”

[Doc]

Number Two had just left the vault when Number felt himself being slammed into the wall of the vault. One barely had time to react when the dark haired female was on him, and stabbing at him with a knife.

Mona McGee Avoid her attack - Failed

They grappled for the his weapon, He attempted to shake himself free of her, but failed.

Mona McGee shake her off - Failed

He wasn’t about to let this female get his gun. Bracing himself against the vault wall, he used it to his advantage to knee her in the groin.

Number Two was standing just outside the vault with the two bags of cash, when he hears the commotion inside vault, He just about to head back when, it was like the shadows came to life and attacked him. He screamed as he felt a searing pain and toppled over. He continued to screaming when he saw his leg had been severed. Blood was pulsing freely from the stub of his thigh.

Amalea shadowstrike -Sever Leg Succeeded

Number Three left his position by the counter, and quickly made his way to see what was going on. “**** Man.. put a tourniquet on it.. Or you will bleed to death! Use your belt!” That was all the advice Three had for Two, because he was busy collecting the bags of cash. It was time they there were out of here. The Cops had already rolled up, time was fleeting. He glanced in the vault to tell One it was time to go, but One was being attack by both females.

Knowing when to hold your ground and when to retreat was a warrior’s best asset. And Three knew it was time for a strategic retreat. Keeping low, and crawling behind the bank counter, Three made it to the basement stairs without being seen by any cops that might be trying to see what was going on inside. He lost no time heading into the basement. Shoving the bags of cash through the hole first, he then wriggled his way through it; leaving the rest of them to fend for themselves.

Three succeeds in getting out of the hole in bank's basement - Succeeded

Meanwhile back in the Vault, One was now being assaulted by the second female, who also had a weapon. One used the Brunette against the Redhead, effectively blocking the redhead from connecting with her blade by using the Brunette as a meat shield. One heard the screaming of Two, he could smell the coppery scent of blood in the air. He knew there would be no help from that quarter. “Three! Get in here…”

Avoid her attack - Succeeded

Number Four was stuck. They were supposed to have more time. Things went south fast! First Five gets taken down.. then Two.. Now One was in trouble. And Four couldn’t move because the cops, by now, had sharp shooters on the roof, if he moved, he would be exposing himself to a line of fire. “Three! I need suppressing Fire!” Four was planning on using the suppressing fire to relocate. “Three.. Sound off!” But there was no return sound off.

Four heard a commotion and then caught movement out of the corner of his mask, turning to see what new hell had presented itself, Four was aghast to see one of the hostages was walking a corpse out of the conference room. “****.. this.” Four bolted for the stairs. He didn’t make it very far, before he was hit by a bullet.

make it to the basements steps without being shot - Failed

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[Mona McGee]

Mona was in a fight for not just her life but the life of her baby The dude ******* kicked her in the groin like she had nuts. Thank god it wasn't her stomach . She sank her teeth into his hand as her fingers holding the knife raked across his eyes. She grabbed his shoulders as the gun went flying and tried to return the favor with a knee to his gonads. She caught his thigh but she didn't let the failure stop her, she didn't let up before he could recover, Monas hand holding the knife came up in a swift arching motion and down into the fuckers chest. She pushed him back off her and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth ... then turned and looked at the Red head. "Well I guess biting does have its uses. " She bent and picked up the gun just in case the ****** wasn't dead yet ... There were still more of them out there to finish off no way was she letting these guys off they were Worse than ******* fangers could ever be.

Mona McGee Other NPCs/Objects Moderate Physically demanding Mona Disarms Goon one Succeeded

Mona McGee Other NPCs/Objects Difficult Physically demanding Return Knee to Goon one groin Failed

Mona McGee Other NPCs/Objects Very difficult Physically demanding Knife to the chest of Number one goon Succeeded