The Criminal AU Meme

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THE CRIMINAL AU MEME

Warning: This meme will contain violent content and possible triggers.



HOW TO PLAY:
1) Post a comment below, detailing your character and canon. For best results, DO NOT LEAVE THIS COMMENT BLANK; pick a role, or an AU, or write up a little on what you'd like to explore with your character.
2) Tag around and make magic happen.
3) If you get stuck, use RNG to select from the options below.

THE ROLE.
1) Criminal. (The one who committed the act.)
2) Law enforcement. (Cop, FBI, prison guard.)
3) Witness. (What did you see?)
4) Victim. (Probably not applicable in the case of murder. … Probably.)
5) Lawyer, judge, or paralegal. (Participant in the legal system.)
6) Private security. (Unaffiliated, but with an interest in keeping your client safe. Or in getting your target caught.)
7) Other. (Let your imagination go wild.)

THE CRIME.
1) ROBBERY. The crime of stealing via force or threat or fear.
You need the money. You're desperate. You have the gun, the convenience store is right there, and everything will be better once you've finished the job.

Or maybe you've been hired. Provide a little intimidation, and someone else will take care of all your problems.

Or it's a thrill. Rolling across the country, robbing banks as you go. A Bonnie & Clyde crime spree, and it can only end one way.

2) BURGLARY. Illegal entry into a building for the purposes of committing theft.
Non-violence, for you; you're just going to break in, take this one thing. Maybe a television, to sell for the cash. Maybe some jewelry, a computer.

Or maybe you're a master thief, dangling from a wire into a museum. Sliding through the air ducts of a skyscraper in search of a particular little item.

3) GRAND THEFT AUTO. The criminal act of stealing a motor vehicle.
You know your cars. And you can steal one in under 60 seconds. Better hope you don't get tripped up with one of those newfangled security systems.

4) MURDER. The act of killing another.
He had to die. He had to, and the guilt of knowing where you buried the body, of knowing that the police are coming after you -- it's starting to wear down your sanity.

5) SERIAL MURDER. A crime involving the killing of three or more people over a period of more than a month.
You have a drive to kill. Again, and again. Nothing satisfies it, nothing stops it. Maybe you hate yourself. Maybe you hate the human scum who only exist to go under your knife.

Or maybe you're a professional hit man. You've killed dozens, you know how it goes. It's just business.

6) CONSPIRACY. An agreement between two or more persons to break the law at some time in the future.
Mafia, Yakuza, crime families who keep their operations quiet under pain of death, dishonor, betrayal of the family. You're part of one of these operations, whether as a patriarch or a peon.

7) FRAUD. Intentional deception made for personal gain.
Blackmail. Cover-ups. Insider trading -- the marks of corporate crime. Perhaps you're a CEO who thinks they can do whatever they want. Perhaps your business is on the rocks and you just need a little time to make your golden parachute before you ditch it.

Or maybe you meant to destroy it. Maybe you're a professional con man, and you're stepping away from your latest conquest with plenty of cash in hand.

8) KIDNAPPING. The false imprisonment of another person against their will.
Do you do it for the ransom? For the money? For revenge?

Or is it a hostage situation, with dozens of prisoners, for some sort of political gain?

9) TERRORISM. The systematic use of terror, especially as a means of coercion.
For a religion, for a philosophy. But -- are you a terrorist, or are you a freedom fighter? It might just be a matter of point of view.

10) WILD CARD. For any crime not mentioned above.

Comments

Charlie Stoker ‡ Stoker

[loveyouless]

[preference for murder or serial murderer though i'm willing to play with any crime.]

hi.

[eighteenth]

[ So they run away together. (Not quite run, more like saunter out the door and down the drive, but the sentiment's more or less the same.) India considers killing him more than once — a consideration she's fairly certain isn't mutual — but in the end she doesn't act on it. (She doesn't let him kill her mother either, a decision which nearly results in their first fight, but India is smart and adaptable and knows how to smile when she's so inclined. By now, she's figured out the main swell of her Uncle Charlie's crescendo — it isn't hard — and she has no qualms with playing it keenly, so long as it gets her what she wants.

They leave mother in the bedroom, bruise purpling her neck like an ugly necklace. India takes one of her blouses and steals the belt from her uncle's waist and tells him: this is mine. And that's that.)

Charlie's the one that stabs the sheriff though it's India who gets out of the car and follows him idly across the road. The sun is so warm she can hear the heat shimmer, like eggs frying on the stove. Somewhere behind her, Charlie exhales; he's closer than she thought. The flowers dance in the sight of her rifle.

A moment later, the crack of her rifle peels through the air. It seems to fill the world with sound, flushing the birds out of the nearby brush. (India manages to snipe one from the sky but the dull thud it makes when it falls back to earth isn't half as satisfying as the sheriff sprawled out in the tall grass.) She turns back to her uncle.

Simply: ] Your turn.

why, hello there

[loveyouless]

[As planned. As it should be. There's is logic behind Charlie's anger at India's apparent mercy towards her mother, the anger being hot, flaring, and so utterly uncomfortable -- but not the dangerous coldness displayed for his late aunt or the gleeful sarcasm only hinted at when he killed Richie. The logic is simple. Evelyn will tell. Even if she falls apart - Richie did like the broken ones - Evelyn loves India. Despite all the jealousy.

But, oh, the small smile. The smile that appeals, the smile that reminds him they are alike. Something that makes him gleeful - though there's an unsettled feeling behind the glee. But it is going to plan. Even if the up turn of full lips freeze when the belt - Richie's - is taken away (the belt makes him comfortable. The pressure around his waist is subtle but good it calms him. It's his weapon) but says nothing. Eyes only go down to her shoes.

The stab is relatively clean for it's mark. Only a few drops of blood fall upon his hand and white cuff, he isn't fond of the feeling of blood. But he needed a weapon. (India still has the belt.) And with unblinking eyes he watches his niece, blood of his blood, walk the steps he's tried to guide her in through thought and gift all her life. And then he follows because she's carrying her rifle.

He needs to see how she kills. He needs to know. There's a unfair advantage in this. They would never allow him a gun so he needed to make due. Close quarters, he's deadly. But a few paces away, he's human as anyone else.

Charlie simply smells the shimmer, sees the shimmer, more aware of the heart beat that's slowing down among the weeds, glass, and flowers. He's aware of the twitch of fingers. And above all else, he's aware of India's breathing the scent of India mingled with that of Evelyn on the stolen blouse (they're going to have to wash that blouse in New York City).

He notices the bird's death, he knows it's a Zenaida macroura, he knows India has killed grander. He doesn't care the dove shrieks as it hits the ground. After all, the sheriff is alive. His body marked by both uncle and niece.

He is aware of the young woman's turn towards him, the confidence of an adult. Pale eyes remain unblinking as he accepts the gun.] I've never used this before, India.

[But he knows the meaning as he takes it in his hands, the mimic of India's posture, the labored breathing of the sheriff and the dying of his heart rings in his ears. She wants to teach (so he hopes). And in return he freely gives admission for truly not knowing something. Charlie hates doing things he knows he won't be good at.

But he aims, head tilted, one eye closed tightly. The bullet screams and zings and skids along he ground. It doesn't hit the Cervical like he had hoped. It doesn't meet the body at all. There's only a tightness along his jaw. ]

(ooc: now let me weep at the time zone difference.)