Post by Chara 'Seren' Young on Oct 19, 2019 4:02:12 GMT
Seren breathed, air rattling through the broken gas mask that obscured her face as she did her level best to calm herself. The shears illuminated in the night by the torch she carried snipped the wire before her in half, removing the silent alarm from the occasion. Standing up in the alleyway, the villain closed the small box that had housed the wires, wedging it shut in a way that would obscure the fact that it had been ripped open with tools. Leaving the sheers and crowbar she had used on the ground, their purpose served, she snatched up the duffel bag beside her and slung it over her chest. Unzipping the bag, she looked around carefully to ensure that none of the people still walking around this late at night had paid any special attention to her. Once that was done, it was time to get to work.
From the duffel bag came four items. Two were bandoliers, filled with vials containing a smoky black liquid. Another was a coat, that went over her chest to obscure the bandoliers strapped over it. Finally, a large brown object was pulled and checked over with familiarity. The modified M32 Grenade launcher was essentially her only advantage against the freaks, and she needed to ensure it was in working order. Finding no fault, she nodded and raced around the corner. The night of illuminated by the light of the empty convenience store, and you could tell how the clerk was used to what was about to happen, as with just a look she saw the twitch that signalled the silent alarm. A cruel smirk formed behind Seren’s mask. No such luck, she was afraid.
“Hands where I can see them, NOW!” She screams through the mask, pointing her weapon towards the man, who quickly complied. She pulled a knife from her pocket and placed the launcher on the bench, vaulting over the counter to put it to his neck. “Keys.” She ordered, being rewarded with the jangle of metal clattering onto the floor. Rolling her eyes at the ploy, she elected not to go for them. “Register.” A few buttons later, and it was open. “Quirk.” “W-what?” “You heard me.” She grinned cruelly. “Quirk.” A small gulp came from him later, before his hair began to stand on end. The smile grew, but she didn’t act yet. Arm wrapped around his neck and knife edge just barely biting into the soft skin, she dragged him down with her and snatched up the keys and stuffed them into her pocket, before snatching up the Launcher again and holding it loosely by her side. “Fill the bag with the cash.” She orders, and the man began to rapidly grab and stuff the cash into the duffel bag.
OOC: Villain is robbing a convenience store at near midnight. They are behind the counter and have a knife to the throat of the cashier. The cashier is nearly finished in putting the money in the register into the bag the Villain is carrying. Villain is armed with what seems to be a grenade launcher.
From the duffel bag came four items. Two were bandoliers, filled with vials containing a smoky black liquid. Another was a coat, that went over her chest to obscure the bandoliers strapped over it. Finally, a large brown object was pulled and checked over with familiarity. The modified M32 Grenade launcher was essentially her only advantage against the freaks, and she needed to ensure it was in working order. Finding no fault, she nodded and raced around the corner. The night of illuminated by the light of the empty convenience store, and you could tell how the clerk was used to what was about to happen, as with just a look she saw the twitch that signalled the silent alarm. A cruel smirk formed behind Seren’s mask. No such luck, she was afraid.
“Hands where I can see them, NOW!” She screams through the mask, pointing her weapon towards the man, who quickly complied. She pulled a knife from her pocket and placed the launcher on the bench, vaulting over the counter to put it to his neck. “Keys.” She ordered, being rewarded with the jangle of metal clattering onto the floor. Rolling her eyes at the ploy, she elected not to go for them. “Register.” A few buttons later, and it was open. “Quirk.” “W-what?” “You heard me.” She grinned cruelly. “Quirk.” A small gulp came from him later, before his hair began to stand on end. The smile grew, but she didn’t act yet. Arm wrapped around his neck and knife edge just barely biting into the soft skin, she dragged him down with her and snatched up the keys and stuffed them into her pocket, before snatching up the Launcher again and holding it loosely by her side. “Fill the bag with the cash.” She orders, and the man began to rapidly grab and stuff the cash into the duffel bag.
OOC: Villain is robbing a convenience store at near midnight. They are behind the counter and have a knife to the throat of the cashier. The cashier is nearly finished in putting the money in the register into the bag the Villain is carrying. Villain is armed with what seems to be a grenade launcher.
