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A lot of things happen in New York City. Fashion week, huge broadway productions, basketball games at Madison Square Garden, concerts in Central Park... But what about the crimes? The ones that leave the NYPD and the FBI on their toes? And more importantly, what about the people who commit those crimes? The ones that are never caught, and never convicted. The ones who have their own nicknames in the fed's office. Who are they? And how do they do it?
Welcome to New York City, home to some of the biggest criminals in America. These are the guys who never get caught, and who always go by a different name, move around a lot, and make sure to stay out of the fed's radar. They could be your best friend, your next door neighbor, the clerk who bags your groceries at the supermarket, although, most of them dont put themselves that out in the open, and the crimes of which they could be convicted are probably ten times the size of your shopping lists. These guys are the best, and the worst. It depends on your perspective. And once you bring them all together, well...let's just say it's "good luck" to the authorities, shall we? These are the guys who keep the police baffled, surprising them at every turn. They are New York's Finest.
These are the forgers. Like the others, they are the best at what they do. They make forgeries that could get them convicted of so many crimes it's unbelievable. The forgeries they make are usually, if not always, identical to the originals. They are true artists, though, they're never exactly credited for their work.
Artist | Face Claim: Odette Annable | Status: Reserved
Artist | Face Claim: Jonathan Rhys Meyers | Status: OPEN
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Artist | Face Claim: Keira Knightley | Status: OPEN
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Artist | Face Claim: Wes Bentley | Status: OPEN
These are the people who can fit in anywhere. No one really pays them any attention. And that, is their greatest asset. They're practically invisible. They can do as they please without being disturbed, which, usually, means either commit a crime, or find out how to. When you think of superheroes, these guys are like their public identites, not their secret ones.
Chameleon | Face Claim: Gloria Votsis | Status: OPEN
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Chameleon | Face Claim: James McAvoy | Status: OPEN
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Chameleon | Face Claim: Bradley Cooper | Status: Reserved
Chameleon | Face Claim: Zooey Deshcanel | Status: Reserved
Chameleon | Face Claim: James Franco | Status: OPEN
These guys are practically geniuses when it comes to technology. They can hack into any mainframe in a matter of minutes and often use their 'powers' to take over security cameras, pass through firewalls, and can decode practically any encrypted information. But they arent just good with computers. These are the people who make the gadgets and the toys for everyone. They're called technicians for a reason.
Technician | Face Claim: Zoe Saldana | Status: OPEN
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Technician | Face Claim: Justin Bartha | Status: Reserved
Technician | Face Claim: Jennifer Morrison | Status: OPEN
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Technician | Face Claim: Jared Padalecki | Status: OPEN
These are the braniacs. They know pretty much everything about anything. And anything they dont know, well...they will soon anyways. They are the ones that will usually spout out random bits of information that no one around them would ever know. Most of them spend their times reading, or gathering new information.
Librarian | Face Claim: Anne Hathaway | Status: Reserved
Librarian | Face Claim: Benedict Cumberbatch | Status: OPEN
Librarian | Face Claim: Diane Kruger| Status: OPEN
Librarian | Face Claim: David Tennant | Status: OPEN
Librarian | Face Claim: Cassidy Freeman | Status: OPEN
Librarian | Face Claim: Tom Hiddleston | Status: OPEN
Librarian | Face Claim: Eva Green | Status: OPEN
Librarian | Face Claim: Michael Fassbender | Status: OPEN
These are the smooth talkers. The ones who can lie their way out of anything. They're the ones who can keep you talking, and even if you're trying to lie, they eventually find out the truth. They're the best at lying, and figuring out lies. You cant bluff these guys. They're the ones who can seem calm even if there's a gun pointed at their head.
Silvertongue | Face Claim: Katie Mcgrath | Status: OPEN
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Silvertongue | Face Claim: Olivia Wilde | Status: OPEN
Silvertongue | Face Claim: Daniel Gillies | Status: OPEN
These guys are like field agents. They do most of the dirty work. They're the ones who go active, running around, evading the feds, and doing all the jobs that the others help set up. Without the others however, these guys would fall through in an instant. They are basically the muscle of the group.
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Oh I want my, I want my fifteen minutes! Fifteen minutes of fame! Fame! Fame! Oh I need my, I need my fifteen minutes! Fifteen minutes of fame! Fame! Fame! Robbie Nevil's Fifteen Minutes blasted through the earbuds that were nestled into Sage Parker's ears as she pounded her fists against the leather exterior of the punching bag hanging in front of her. This. This was her stress relief. It might signal some sort of psychotic break, the fact that her only relief from daily stress was to punch something, but it was relief all the same. Although, this wasn't truly her first preferred option. To be honest, she'd much rather be training with an actual person, rather than a leather bag filled with sand, but hey, what was she to do?
As the song came to a close, Sage stopped and ran a hand through her fiery red hair, which had not so long ago come loose from the elastic that had been used in an attempt to keep it in place. So much for that. Sweat beaded on the girl's skin as she reached down to grab a water bottle. Not having any jobs lined up had taken its toll. With nothing to do, Sage had resorted to extra training to pass the time. She'd never been much of a "people person" so spending her newly acquired free time with the others hadn't exactly been top of her list. In her mind, Sage was hoping that a new job would come up soon enough just so as to keep her from literally going insane.
Tossing her bag over her shoulder, the red haired Hunter made her way through the vast expanse that they liked to call their "Headquarters". Might as well stop by the main complex and see if anything about their current jobless status had changed. After that, Sage didn't exactly know what she would do.
Ronnie woke up and rolled over. She slowly opened her eyes to see a man. He had a 5'oclock shadow and curly brown hair. She jolted up onto her feet, though trying not to wake the sleeping man. She realized he wasn't wearing very much. And that herself wasn't wearing anything at all really. She grabbed his white button down shirt from the floor and slipped it on. Then she remembered her mission. She started searching the room, as quietly as possible. He was the transferer. He was supposed to have a microchip. She checked the pockets of his pants from last night. Nope. She checked all the drawers and night stands. Still nothing. She knew she was running out of time. She looked at the clock. She walked over and lifted it up slightly as she felt underneath it. Moving her fingers gently she found it, and slipped it into her bra. She quickly grabbed her things and used a wet tissue to wipe down where she had searched. Her father always taught her to be careful.
She walked out of the hotel with confidence. She always did when she finished a job successfully. Which was every job. She stuck her hand out into the street and watched 3 taxi's pull up. She smiled as she got into the first one and gave him some directions. When they finally got to her destination, which was a block from her apartment, she gave him the money and hopped out. She walked around and bought herself a newspaper before walking up to her building. She got her keys out as her phone began to ring. She answered, it was her father. "Yea dad. I got it. See you at 4." She quickly hung up and went up to her condo. Her condo was on the top floor, which was nice because she got a great view of the city. Once she walked in, her bags dropped onto the table, she got herself a glass of wine. Watching the sunrise with a glass of wine was definitely one of her favorite pass times.
Mickie was working of coarse. But she wasn't doing her favorite job, more of her needy job. She is waitress at a casino from 3-7 every week day. It's also good practice, getting to bump into so many people and all. Though she also gets to learn card tricks, and how to count cards. "Tequila please." A man said. Someone with manners? I must be dreaming. She poured the tequila into a glass and turned to see Erik. She laughed and gave him a wink. Erik is one her best friends, and also her hair dresser. Not that that matters. She watched him pull out a five, but she shook her head. "It's on me" She smiled. Erik is also the only person who knows about her other job. Though he isn't in the biz himself, he does like hearing stories. "We still on for tonight? COD marathon at my place right?" He asked. She had totally forgotten about it... She was supposed to meet up at head quarters tonight. As if they'll notice I'm gone.. She thought. Mikyla put a hand through her hair, "Sure are!"
"Excuse me miss,"
Charlotte looked to her left and found a man sitting on the bar stool beside her. She had come to the bar for some free drinks, and so far had gotten eight. She knew she wouldn't be able to finish the shots in front of her without getting drunk, and she never got drunk. Being drunk led to stupid mistakes, mistakes Charlotte did not like to make. She smiled at the man next to her, hiding her repulsion of him. He was wearing a black suit, meaning he was either large and trying to hide it or a player. Most likely he was both noticing the confidence in his eyes and in the way he was sitting. He thought he was taking her home tonight. He was obviously rich, she knew her clothes fabric well making her know he must carry loads of money around. But he had the a wary look to his face, though it was well hidden, and she could see small wisps of grey a his roots. This man was at least 40, there was no way she was going to even let him buy her a drink.
As he was about to speak she stopped him, holding a finger up. "Before you start. Normally I would let you flirt with me, which I am well aware you were about to do. But my attorney just called me and my ex-husband is taking all of the money. These shots you see in front of me is all I have left." As she said that she took one for effect. She wiped her mouth and looked at him, despair filling her eyes. "Who am I kidding, I can't even afford these shots." She covered her face with her hands and began to cry.
Awkwardly the man put his hand on her shoulder and said, "It's okay. Here, I'll give you money to pay for these. Plus some so you can get by for a few days." Looking up she smiled at him, "Really? You would do that?" He smiled and nodded, handing her a wad of hundred dollar bills. "Now you should probably go before you spend all that here okay?" She laughed a little and nodded, and in seconds was out the door, at least a thousand dollars richer. She wiped the fake tears from her eyes and smirked. "Boy, these richies keep getting more and more gullible."
Alex Ride
Punch, high kick, uppercut, power kick.
As Alex threw the final kick at her fighting partner, she could tell he knew she had won. He was thrown back landing on the padding roughly. He tried to lift his head, but it dropped uselessly on the mat again. She snapped her fingers and two others picked him up and carried him out. She paid people to come in here and fight her when she needed to let out some steam, and today was a good day as any. Lately there had been a lack of jobs that required her expertise and it made her grow restless. She was advised, no, warned was a better word. She was warned not to take any jobs outside of the group, because if they found out or if she got caught, there would be consequences. She didn't like the terms but without the group she knew there would be even less jobs out there, and the ones she could do would not be nearly as fun.
"Next!" Another person stepped onto the mat, this time a girl. She had a look in her eyes of determination. She saw that in many eyes, it was probably because she said if anyone beat her than she would give them a million dollars. It was no lie, she could easily give it to them. She just knew that none would ever earn it. As the girl stepped up she suddenly threw out a kick that Alex had not expected. Frowning Alex held up her hand blocking the kick. She then grabbed it and twisted, causing the girl to fall to the floor. "You are slow." said Alex. "Suprise attack do you no good if they have time to react." The girl threw out her leg making Alex topple, and she laughed a little. She wanted her to do that.
Throwing a kick from the floor at the girl, it made contact with her face, and Alex jumped up ready for another hit. The girl rose slowly and lunged at her once again, Alex moved calmy to the right. Turning she face the girl again. Throwing a punch at her. Then another. Then another. Then another. She just kept landing hit after hit, and she wasn't even trying. Soon she could tell the girl was done and stopped. "You can go." Defeated the girl slugged away. "Pathetic," Alex mumbled and took off her gloves. She walked out of the room and into her kitchen. "Now it's time for some breakfast."
She groaned as the older man sat across from her in his typical fine suit drinking a cup of fresh coffee. He had the paper in his hand and opened it without setting his coffee down, snapping the pages taught as he glanced over at her hiding his smug smile she knew he was wearing. βHuhβ¦.β She grunted before throwing the comforter over her head. A mumbling stream of words that near no one could understand spewed from beneath the covers.
The man gently set his coffee down and continued to read the mornings news, not that much of it was news to someone like him, βNext time donβt pass out on the couch and you wonβt have that problem.β He replied to her mumbles.
βUh, muh hur mur hum um!β
βItβs not my fault you canβt hold your liquorβ¦β he sipped at his coffee and raised an eyebrow, βHuh, looks like the paper finally caught wind of the Mayorβs secret girlfriendβ¦ βbout time Iβve been sitting on that bit of information for monthsβ¦β
βKur huh mur dur fler!β
βI didnβt make you drink a damn thing, if anything you dragged me into your little celebrationβ¦ happy birthday by the wayβ¦ hmm, wonder how long it will take them to catch wind that his girlfriend is actually a boyfriendβ¦β
βYou really huh fer nor durβ¦rewrβ¦β
βNow thatβs not very niceβ¦ you truely should wake up, Iβve got a job for you, kind of a birthday present.β
She flipped the cover back from being over her face and glanced at him, βHow is that a Present?β
He let the paper fall limp to look her in the eye, βDonβt act like you donβt find work funβ¦ besides it means you get to wear that nice red dress you bought the other day.β
She flipped the covers back to hide her eyes and rolled under them so she wasnβt facing him anymore. βI didnβt buy itβ¦uhrβ¦ too expensiveβ¦β she still fought the fact she was slowly waking.
βOh really? Then why is it hanging on your doorβ¦ with a pretty little bow around it?β
She finally raised her head from the pillow she had wedged herself into to glance at a door at the far end of a nearby hallway. She couldnβt help but smile at last at seeing the dress she had wanted to buy but didnβt think was worth the price hanging there. The man walked over to her as she slowly crept up to be sitting on the couch still half-dressed form the other day with her hair in shambles and handed her a cup of coffee. βThanks, Gabe, but I still donβt like morningsβ¦β
βFair enough, Iβve got to get breakfast cooking so you might as well go wash up.β She stood and half stumbled back to her room, taking the dress down and entering her suite.
βSo, whatβs the job?β She asked about half an hour later as she sat down to breakfast at the bar in the kitchen, Gabriel still cooking as was their custom, βSomething dangerous I hope.β
He glanced up at her before flipping the hash-browns with a toss of the pan. βThe one for tonightβ¦ veryβ¦ but thatβs for you to do laterβ¦ this morning we need to work towards a bigger goal.β
βFound something worth bringing in a team for?β
βYeahβ¦ but I donβt think itβs going to be worth getting the big leaguers together forβ¦β
She swallowed some coffee and looked to him quizzically, βYou thinking a new set?β
He nodded as he salted the hash-browns in the pan, βExactlyβ¦ we need a group thatβs got some talent but also needs workβ¦ and a group that has ambitionβ¦ this job is gonna take a full team and they best know their stuff... and be willign to work for a future.β
βSounds like youβre planning more than a simple heist.β His smile told her everything but it was obviously for another time, βWhat do you want to do?β
βSimpleβ¦ just put the word out through your friends that weβre looking for some group for a big score, take is high 5 figures a popβ¦ assuming they can get the job.β
βYouβre going to hold interviews? How?β
βThat's where you come in.β He tossed the spuds onto a plate and slid them to her, βif they want the jobβ¦ theyβre going to have to find and steal the details... from you.β it was now time for her lips to curved into a devious smile to match his own.
-A few hours later, just as the group was starting to get moving Sageβs phone buzzed with a voicemail, the person whoβd sent it was named Harve, βHey, girl, what you been doinβ? hear you guys might need some work and I got a lead for yaβ¦ word on the street is that Caesar is coming down off his hill top palace and looking for a fresh crew to put some work in, good money, and good rep, you want to hear more just give me a ring baby. Call me back, girl, peace!β
Takka-takka-takka...
It had been another long night at Kendall's post at his computer, tapping away at his keyboard with all of the quick, clever precision and efficiency he was renowned for amongst the e-crime community (and reviled for amongst law enforcement agencies). This particular small-beans case was proving to somehow be a tough nut to crack; some skinflint CFO of a mid-range industrial firm holding back pension funds for the workers was pegged as a good, easy hit, so Kendall had taken the job on, expecting to take no more than two hours to break whatever cheap, low-range security the guy had posted on his bank accounts.
It turned out the man had been very clever, turning a one-hour hackjob into a fourteen-hour battle of attrition between Kendall and the asshole's remarkably-up-to-date security systems. But fourteen hour later, Kendall moved the last of his pieces into place on the board and moved in for the kill. Within minutes, his network of spyware was in place and slowly, steadily siphoning the man's funding away one red cent at a time. Kendall leaned back in his desk chair, watching dawn's first rays filter through his windows--
Tap-tap. Cooo-eee.
'Oh for pity's sake,' Kendall thought to himself, rubbing the bags under his eyes. It was the pigeon. It was always the pigeon. Ever since the day he had moved in, there had been a flock of pigeons sitting on the fire escape outside his window. He'd tried desperately to drive them all off, and mostly succeeded. For months the pigeons left him alone. But then, four months ago, he had started waking up to a single partial albino pigeon tapping at his window every morning. He'd tried everything to scare this one away, short of nuking the apartment complex or burning his room out, but nothing would drive it off--it was persistent.
Kendall eventually, grudgingly, started to feed it; scraps of bread at first, then black oil sunflower seed. Every morning the bird would tap his window, and every morning the techie would set out a dish of seeds. The pigeon would wobble across the windowsill and sit on the ledge above Kendall's tiny kitchen nook, splitting a breakfast with the borderline reclusive Kendall. The pigeon was like the world's least obtrusive, best-scheduled houseguest. Kendall preferred its company to most people.
A few minutes passed as Kendall prepared the bird's breakfast, then his own. He puttered around the apartment, checking his e-mail, his phone messages (his plan was talk-only), then taking a shower and getting dressed. He figured he would have to get out and buy food at some point today, and so he left his apartment, heading down into the streets of New York, moving slowly towards his local corner market, a single cell in the great beast that was New York.
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Ben Gordan
"-and then you...Hey...Where'd everyone go?"
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Charlotte Upton
"Please, I don't need a gun. If I wanted someone dead, I could just have them do it themselves."
Amanda Mortale
The 'right hand' of Caesar she is the public face and does the heavy lifting, if he's the brains she's the brawn and she's as deadly as he is smart, possibly more so.
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Ben Gordan
"-and then you...Hey...Where'd everyone go?"
Charlotte Upton
"Please, I don't need a gun. If I wanted someone dead, I could just have them do it themselves."
Casey Wilder
"Quick! Put on this sombrero and follow my lead!"
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Naomi Walker
"You'll be amazed what you learn by just being quiet."
Ryder Marley
"You can't critisize what is perfect."
Casey Wilder
"Quick! Put on this sombrero and follow my lead!"
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Alex Ride
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EDIT: Ok, I have a post written, it's just really short because my meds are making me all wonky. I'm going to put it up now so we can start. Sorry for the wait everyone.
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And I'm going to take that advice. Now I need to find soup.
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I went through a lot of emotional shit when my gram came home from the hospital for the first time; so I know completely where you're standing there. Add to that tech malfunctions and your body in rebellion and you have a recipe for disaster, or at least lackluster performance. Now, we, as role-players as well as human beings, have--I hope--developed a modicum of patience and self-restraint.
So. I say, go get some rest, feel better, maybe get your tech woes worked out. But don't force yourself to post on our account, because it won't be fun for anybody if the captain of the good ship Roleplay starts us off under the weather.