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located in Lost Haven, a part of Swan Song, one of the many universes on RPG.

Lost Haven

Main City. Will make Genesis once we get to that point.


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J.C. walked under the shadows. Even though one of his eyes was covered with an eye patch, the sun was still too bright. Thankfully, the buildings around here were tall, blocking out most signs of the sun. There was also many people out today. That's good. The more people, the less chance there is to be spotted. He headed over to the local bank. He stood right outside the large building, no one caring that he was just standing there. A security guard came and shooed him away a couple times, but they didn't care to make sure J.C. had left. He simply stuck around and watched. J.C. checked the time. 2:20. He looked up. Sure enough, one of the female workers came out of the building on break to smoke. J.C. grinned. Just like clockwork...

He quickly entered the bank and headed towards the back corner of the building. No one even noticed him. Perfect. J.C. took this opportunity to shift his appearance. Almost like a mist, his original form fades, being simultaneously replaced by the image that is the female bank worker. The image was perfect. The brunette hair, the charcoal uniform, even the earrings and her name tag, 'Kristy Jennings'. J.C. made sure he spared no detail. He had been studying Kristy for a long time now, her habits, her schedule, even her secret life. From what J.C. gathered, she had been simultaneously dating at least three guys behind their backs. She also manipulated them so that she could spend all their cash for her own selfish reasons.

J.C. smiled. She had been chosen. He reasoned that he was only doing this to punish her for her sins. But he would need to act fast. She always took at leasat 15 minutes smoking, so that left him with at most, 10 minutes to get in, get out, and vanish without a trace. He walked past the security in Kristy's body and went straight to the vaults. The security here was cake for him. It was activated through face recognition. Once the computer confirmed J.C.'s pseudo Kristy face, he entered the vault and looked around. The room was lined with cash bricks, gold chunks, even drawers large enough to hide priceless heirlooms.

After about eight minutes in the vault J.C., in the guise of Kristy, walked out calmly out of the room with a specially prepared sack, filled with ten thousand dollar bricks. They were pretty heavy, but J.C. was still able to swiftly jump over the bank counter. Security was already all over him, but J.C. had already expected this. He just kept running. Out the door, he dropped his illusion and ran right past Kristy, bumping into the confused woman. Security came out looking around, and found the real Kristy still smoking her cigarette. The guards turned and arrested the bewildered bank worker, with J.C. in the alleyway, counting his earnings.

Kristy would later be sent to court that day and be charged with theft and the destruction of official dollar bills. She would be sentenced to 5 years in prison, and would owe the county 5 million dollars for the stolen cash. Kristy would be found guilty with evidence from security camera's, the security logs on the vault, and witness accounts of at least twenty to thirty people from the bank. As for her three boyfriends, none of them would visit her in jail.

After spending about an hour hiding in the alleyway, J.C. figured it would be safe to come out and head back to base, where he'd hide his prize money. He stuck to the shadows again. No one questioned why a young man was walking around with a sack full of who knows what. No one questioned, because nobody cared.