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bakerstreet2013-04-08 01:26 pm
cerebel) wrote in bakerstreet2013-04-08 01:26 pm
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.
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[ and to clean up the trash, presumably. eventually. actually. within the next second or two would be nice.
because the phone is on fire and he's edging to the side of their makeshift hiding spot to throw it at the door. the thing shatters and crackles upon impact just as expected, and it's just the kind of noise he needed.
what results is as follows: the two men hiding behind the pillars are smoked out to the front and towards the center of the room like the ill-trained mutts that they are; to refrain from catching his allies in his ill-timed spray, corner henchman #3 shifts his aim just in time to nail crate henchman #4 right between the eyes as the poor sap peeks out to assess all the chaos. what's left then, is three men and easy pickings, the end to a particularly boring impasse. ]
Go.
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[ honestly, an explicit warning wouldn't have gone amiss --
but it's easy to guess where they'll be after the descriptions lent to him -- there's only so many crannies to duck out of. the cigarette's jammed between his teeth as he slides a hand through his coat to the exact pocket, tosses it from hand to hand briefly before he pulls the pin and twists, peers over the top of the crates (no, that's not how the order of it's supposed to go) and slings it over before sliding back down into place. ]
Might wanna block your ears.
[ with a very particular cheerful malice -- just before the explosion rocks through the grounds after all. ]
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it's enough that he drops his cigarette in time for the eruption, too (just in time to avoid biting off a piece of it, what, with how his teeth clack together). for something small, it still works through the floor beneath him, violently shaking the standing obstacles, the columns, the crates, even the rooted beams acting as their cover at their backs. in the end, it's little wonder they don't wind up crushed beneath the steel. it's nice to know suoh is careful enough for that much.
even through the firm press of his hands, he can hear it -- the yelling, the crying of the men running around the space just before the explosion hit. mafia is a place of pipedreams for temporarily hired fledglings like these, and he could almost feel sorry; no one wants to end up as gunpowder, as the ash bleeding into the cracks in the concrete.
beyond their cover, the double set of doors have blown open. only one of them is still hanging by a hinge, the metal twisted and black. ]
Well -
[ his ears are ringing. there's not much to hide the wince, the scrunching of his brow as he closes his eyes to it. ]
That went well.
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Gonna move?
[ he doesn't seem inclined to, not yet, slouching on one braced hand to exhale smoke, his whole frame given up to the sound and devastation. his gaze is lidded and only a little considering. the empty air, after all, resonates. ]
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[ he inhales and the air smells sharp with blood and gunpowder. still, he's smoothing out the wrinkle in his expression as the shrill sound of the emptied room gives way to silence broken only by the occasional stray piece of walling, the occasional crack and scattering of concrete broken off in the explosion.
he's still leaning back, relaxed in his posture, as if the shaking of the room's enough to unwind him, enough to make him laugh.
what a beast, he thinks, if the bombing's not enough to affect him, to rattle suoh mikoto.
he reaches over to pick up his fallen cigarette, and he twists it into the cement to ground out the flame. ]
I suppose we should. It won't be long until they'll notice us from upstairs.
THE OPPOSITE OF LIGHT.
Think they'll figure it out?
[ where they're headed. how to get there first.
. . . it's only a little bit jibing. ]
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but he stands in the end, smoothing out the dust from his clothing. ] If they're smart.
But we've ourselves a building holding two families. You've seen it for yourself, haven't you?
The disorganization.
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S'that make 'em slower? Or faster?
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he spares the details a glance or two, stepping over the mess and towards the doorway, but he stops in front of suoh for a beat. ]
How is it usually with yours?
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Probably a little cleaner.
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[ the tl;dr version: i can't imagine you're usually the type for teamwork if this is how you're progressing ]
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[ all blandness. ]
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[ because it's become something of a firm belief on the streets these days -- mafia is dying, they say. ]
I find that somewhat hard to believe. If you’re here.
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What're you doing here, Munakata?
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[ an easy, meaningless answer delivered in much the same tone. ]
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Didn't figure you'd need to do that much.
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Well. What, then, did you figure?
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You wouldn't be out here getting your hands dirty if you had a choice. Right?
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[ in the face of being laughed at, he is, of course, gallingly unfazed. ]
Did you just want to hear me say it? Suoh Mikoto.
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Not a lot of investments you can make that'd be that big, though.
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No. Are you interested in them?
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[ deliberately, but he's smiling still. ]
So you don't have to dodge.
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[ -- in a tone that might've accompanied his hand over his heart, a bow.
but this isn't the time. ]
There's a room coming up. Metal doors.
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Hopefully none.