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Ozzy Hendrix

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by NobodiesHiiro

Description

Ozzy Hendrix is a pokemon trainer, team Grunt, and over all serious guy.

His team is:
Rattata named Joey
Zubat named Vlad
Glaceon named Elly
Shuckle named Sid
Swellow named Windy

Half-brother paternally to: Blake Darkner

So begins...

Ozzy Hendrix's Story

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Blake pulled the car up two blocks down from Canti's Diner and put it in park. He reached into the back of the car for a duffel bag and pulled out a balaclava, which he slipped on over his head. "So y'know that poke-orphanage just down the road from my flat?" he explained as he started checking over the pistol he owned, making sure it was loaded, double checking the safety, looking down the sights for a moment, then concealing it in his jacket.

He nodded towards the alley way and stepped out of the car.

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Ozzy grinned as they pulled up a ways from the diner. He checked over his pistol adjusting the sights, chambering a round, he flicks the safety on concealing it into a shoulder holster, he pulls a worn balaclava from his pocket, sliding it over his head. He pulls a worn picture from his wallet. Staring at it for a second before nodding with a grin, and sliding it back into his pocket. Exiting the vehicle to the alley a second later.

"Yeah, what about it?' He asks in response to the question.

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"Well," Blake said as he locked the door, then checked the unlocker was working. It'd be the worst thing if he had to fiddle around with a key when they were making a getaway. "Turns out the place has been shut down. Government wants the land and they couldn't afford to keep it anyways. They was gonna release every pokemon that didn't get adopted. And for most of them, that's fine, but some of 'em can't even fend for themselves." He scratched at his nose and headed towards the back of the diner.

"Well, I figured I can manage an extra one, so I adopted this Hoppip called 'Bonce'. Useless little feller. I'm trying to train him up. But you know how Jake gets when he thinks there's competition. He starts goofing off and acting all cute instead of doing what I need him to do."

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He listened to his brother idly as he rubbed at his face, watching from between his fingers as he fiddles with the car lock. It made him check his own spare key, that was for just in case. He puts his whole hand beneath his mask, stifling a yawn. "That's a downer, frigging government. They still looking for people to adopt?' He could probably handle one more.

"I feel you, man. Elly gets jealous of women, and acts out. It can be a drag.' He says as they sidle up to the rear of the diner.

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"I dunno, you can drop by, but it seemed pretty desperate. They weren't even in the building anymore. It's god damn sick." He pulled up behind the back door, checking his gun one last time and switching the safety off. "Okay, y'ready?" He took a moment to adjust his balaclava, making sure it was on right.

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"I'll check it out.' He pulls his mask straight. Mimicing his brothers actions, pulling his firearm, and flicking the safety off. "Red means dead.' he mutters, psyching himself up. He gives Blake a quick nod before moving in front of the door starting a slow count, and on three he slams his foot into the door. Kicking it open. stepping in, and quickly taking two steps to the left. Gun up, sweeping the room.

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There was a cook in the back, who jerked in angry surprise when the door was kicked open, until he saw the gun. Blake followed into the kitchen, raising one finger to his mouth as a warning. He then nodded towards the front, where a waitress stood preparing a coffee and a plate with mudcake on it. His stomach gave an involuntary groan of longing for something so delicious. He had skipped lunch because he was nervous, but he was paying for it now.

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#, as written by Faithy
It seemed odd to go into another diner, but Faith needed a drink and for some reason, she happened to be around this particular location. As long as it had alcohol, she really didn't care about the establishment itself. It also might keep her from being attacked for once, which would actually be pretty nice. Faith was currently seated in a booth that was located where she could see the door. Her body was covered by a pair of blue jeans, a green wife-beater tank, and a pair of blue and white Nike shoes. Of course, the top of her clothing happened to be covered up by a blue hooded jacket, the hood up over her head.

"Whiskey, please!" Sure, she would have to order food too, but that didn't matter to her. She had just gotten her whiskey when the door slammed open. Glancing towards it, every muscle in her body tensed up and she unzipped her jacket a little so that she would be able to get to her weapons. At the moment, she trained her eyes on the individual that had moved inside. She noted the gun and knew there was someone else behind the perp. Making not a sound, she took in every detail possible, her years of training paying off. She was going to try to take them out, but not until she knew no one else would be shot.

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Ozzy categorized the threat level of every person in the diner in under thirty seconds. Moving to secure the cook moments after his sweep of the building making him kneel, and tying his hands with zip ties. He motions for Blake to cover him as he steps clear of the kitchen into the diner proper. Stopping just out of arms reach of the waitress working the cashier, he speaks clearly and firmly.

"Alright! Everyone stay calm. We're here for the money not your lives, let us do our work and we'll leave you all in peace. Resist, and we will respond in kind, please have your currency ready, and your hands on the table where we can see them as my partner comes around.' He motions for Blake to go gather the patrons cash, as he orders the waitress to empty the cash register.

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Blake stepped in right behind Ozzy, practiced as ever as he walked calmly past and kept his gun at the ready, moving from patron to patron to collect. "Things that will get you shot; sudden movements!" he barked, "Cell phones, screaming! The faster this gets done the faster you go back to your lives." Money gathered from patrons was actually unfortunately low. Too many people only carried card, and that was no good to them. Scattered coins and a few notes that were all hastily scooped into a plastic bag. With some luck the staff hadn't pushed any silent alarms yet.

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Still sipping on her whiskey, attempting to be as nonchalant as possible, which was incredibly difficult for her, Faith watched the men moving up into the main part of the diner, towards the register. Her brow arched when one of them said that they were here for money and to place any currency on the table along with both hands. Yeah, right, like she was about to comply with that. Crossing one leg over the other, she stared at the man at the register, though she was absolutely aware of the other one collecting the dough. Well, bully on them, she had no money or anything of value on her.

ā€œHmmā€¦ā€ She mused out loud, her foot bouncing a little as she remained leaned back in the booth, her glass being brought to her mouth for a few more sips until the whiskey was finished. Well, at least now she didnā€™t have to explain to the waitress that she couldnā€™t pay for what she was about to order. That was a plus, right? Right. Rolling her eyes at the second male, Faith put both arms behind her head and glanced towards the two men, making it obvious she didnā€™t fear them.

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Ozzy ordered the waitress to go sit at a table after she emptied the small amount of cash from the register. Damned digital crap. He thinks. Always making things more complicated than needed. Luckily for them, they always came prepared. He pulls a black card attached to a phone like device. Sliding it into the card slot on the register, keeping half an eye on the diner ready for trouble, but trusting Blake to have it handled, as money is sifted onto the card from accounts linked through the register.

"About done here.' He says, loud enough for Blake to hear.

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"Hey," Blake said as he came upon Faith, gun pointed at her chest. It wasn't polite to jam it in someones face unless you wanted them rightly scared. "I don't care if you're a sociopath or can't feel fear, I think it'll only take you two seconds to figure out what a bullet will do to you anyway. Money, cough it up." He heard Ozzy's call and nodded, not taking his eyes off of her.

"Yeah, just the last one here, be there in a sec."

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It appeared to be almost over, which was good because she really wanted another glass of whiskey and maybe some food. Then again, this place probably was going to close after this. Speaking of things that put a cramp in her plans, where were the police? Didnā€™t they usually appear at hostage situations? Then again, this was Wing City. Figuring the cops werenā€™t going to appear until the robbers were long gone, she resumed staring at the two of them, even when a gun was suddenly shoved into her face.

ā€œRude.ā€ She commented, not moving a muscle despite the fact that any second she could be shot. Hell, it wouldnā€™t be the first time she had been hit by a bullet nor would it be the last. Yawning wide when he asked for her money, she just shrugged.

ā€œBroke, sorry.ā€ Faith stretched out and dropped her hands down until her arms were loosely crossed against her chest, making it easier for her to get to her own hidden weapons if necessary.

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"Rock on.' Ozzy says with a smug grin as the LED of his device flashes and let's loose a single beep, registering with a pleasantly large number. The device apparently back traced through a local connection to a fairly large local bank with weak firewalls, the program managing to skim some money directly from the account at the same time as it was gathering money from the various credit accounts. Robbing banks from the comfort of a corner diner. The future was a nice place.

"That's it man,' He says, as he secures the device in his clothes, as it begins flushing the cash to several secure accounts. "I'm done here.' He trains his vision on his brother, covering him now fully with his firearm.

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"Yeah just one sec," he called back, losing his patience with the woman. "Don't be fucking smart," he suddenly snapped, now pointing the pistol for her face, "And turn out your god damn pockets. Slowly. Any sudden moves and you're losing an ear. Or more." His voice had gone from patient and loud to angry and growling.

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ā€œNo. Iā€™ll do no such thing. You got what you came for and I donā€™t matter in the scheme of things. I suggest you piss the fuck off before you find a bullet buried inside of your balls and your head.ā€ Faith narrowed her blue eyes a little despite remaining absolutely calm. Sure, there was a high chance she was about to be shot in the face, but well, she wasnā€™t about to let anyone bully her around or make her do something she didnā€™t really want to do. She didnā€™t have any money and she wasnā€™t about to flash her weapons, because they would probably assume she was going to use the weaponry on them.

ā€œJust go. Last warning.ā€ She knew she wasnā€™t in a position to threaten, but they were ruining her already shitty day.

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"Why can these things never go smoothly?' He asks in exasperation, watching as Blake loses his cool at the mouthy chick. There's always at least one person who thinks they got what it takes to eat a bullet and keep on kickin'. He needed to disarm the situation, and what better way than with violence, or threat of violence?

His demeanor shifts from casually in control to aggressive in an instant. His voice spilling forth with deadly calm, and certainty in his word.

"Look lady. If you ain't got any money prove it. Turn out your pockets, it's no hardship, 'cause if you keep smarting off and resisting,' he trails off here, motioning around at the other patrons. "I think you forget it's not just you that'll suffer if it comes to that end.'

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Blake didn't hesitate, he just pulled his hand up and brought the butt of his gun for her face, looking to crack the metal down hard and disorient her. At this point, he was looking to get out with his brother, forget the bitch. But the fact she said she was going to shoot him? Well if she pulled a gun when they were backing out, that could make things messy. "You better remember what fucking situation you're in!" he shouted, "Before you start running your fucking mouth!"

And if left uninterrupted he would start his slow retreat towards Ozzy, gun still leveled for Faith's head.

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Faith's gaze shifted towards the second robber when he had to put his two scents in. ā€œI said, no. I donā€™t think I stuttered and I could care less about the patrons in this establishment. I came in here to get away from my life temporarily, yet here you two assholes are, bringing me right back into the life Iā€™m trying to forget. Iā€™m not some poor blonde who is a damsel in distressā€¦ You do not want to mess with me. Just leave.ā€ Faith narrowed her eyes, not really wanting to show them just who they were messing with, but she wasnā€™t about to empty her pockets for the two peon robbers.

Hissing the moment the one that was close to her slammed the butt of his gun into her face, she reeled back a little. It had been a long time since she was nailed in the face with a gun. Usually she was just punched or something. As her head started to clear, she watched them both making their way back out of the establishment. She was tempted, extremely tempted to pull out one of her guns to shoot them both, but just wanted the fuckers to leave. Now she was going to have a headache. Snorting at his words, she shouted back at him.

ā€œIā€™ve been in worse situations, you fuckasstard! Next time research who your hostages are!ā€ She chucked her empty glass at him, not caring it if missed or hit.