The Criminal AU Meme

[cerebel]

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

[permit]

You've another eight minutes.

[ his arms drape over the back of the couch as he leans to address suoh's exit. he hates to see you leave but loves to watch you go???

. . .

nah. ]

How bored are you?

[clansman]

Not much in here.

[ also, eight minutes would make a really short nap. ]

[permit]

True.

[ but it isn't as though he has other things to attend to. and so, before suoh rounds the corner, he offers the option, in light, conversational tones that taper off with the ending insinuation. ] How did someone like you . . . become the leader of what had been one of this decade's strongest families?

[clansman]

[ he does stop at that -- but only to laugh, slight and sharp. ]

Don't tell me you're out for history lessons. I could ask you the same thing.

[permit]

I wanted to be.

[ he proposes simply, canting his head. ]

So I became.

[clansman]

Hah.

Isn't that the way it works everywhere?

[permit]

Ah . . . And yet there are also those fortunate enough to be at the right place at the right time.

[clansman]

S'that what it was, with you? Luck.

[permit]

Moreso being in the right place.

[ there's a cordial sort of smile, the one saved for a fellow businessman, unaffected or, perhaps, accustomed. when he lifts himself off of the couch, it's with the same kind of restrained elegance that governs every other shift and breath of his body... but it's when he shoves past suoh hard enough to jostle the other man's slackened shoulder that his thoughts on the subject are made more or less apparent. ]

Out of ammo? For your gun.

[clansman]

[ the impact jerks a grunt from him -- but that was baiting, wasn't it. with a breath and no particular concern, he turns to trail after. ]

Still got a spare magazine.

[permit]

Will you need more than that? [ . . . ] And the rest.

[clansman]

. . . You stash more somewhere else?

[permit]

Then again, you look like you've stocked yourself to full capacity.

[ it comes out quaintly amused, his expression kept somewhat taut. ] Too much greed makes fools of men, haven't you heard?

[clansman]

[ . . . yeah, that would have been a bit suspect. his eyes flick over, idle. ]

How much'd you wanna leave 'em?

[permit]

[ he's more than aware of the eyes burning holes into him -- of course, he's delightfully unmoved. ]

Be kind to my conscience. We're not here, after all, to rob them blind.

[clansman]

Doesn't mean anybody needs 'em restocking.

[ could he, in three minutes, start a self-contained fire in this room. . . a really quiet fire. . .

. . . well, it keeps him occupied, anyway. ]

[permit]

. . .

[ he flexes his fingers slowly at his side; the muted light of the hallway catches on the edge of his glasses as he turns, and stares. ]

Is this supposed to be caution?

[clansman]

[ the glance's returned without particular concern. ]

Keep moving.

[permit]

I just remembered to whom I've entrusted my blind spot.

[clansman]

And? Think I'm not keeping close enough?

[permit]

Too close is close enough.

[ which they've already had the pleasure of being. there's another smile, the type given as condolences to a grieving party. ]

If you'd like to cut off all of their supplies, I am not immediately opposed.

[clansman]

As long as I do it without caving 'em in?

[permit]

As long as you bear in mind the kind of effects you left behind.

Flammable, explosive, as it were.

[clansman]

. . . aaaa. I got it.

[ can they move on now. ]

[permit]

[ yes, princess.

he turns a sharp left at the fork in the hallway; he doesn't spare the closed door to their right a second glance. the stairwell down towards the basement is just as dimly lit as the rest of the building, and darker still.

and, because ironic is as ironic does, he -- pulls a lighter from his pocket, flicking the flame on. ]