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Post by Jessica Butcher on Sept 14, 2013 18:41:16 GMT -6
Jessica strolled down the street, flipping a coin in her hand. It was a calm night in jolly old England, not that Jessica really cared. While a lot of the tourists in London this evening were taking in the beautiful sight of the London Eye, they weren't paying attention to their own trousers. As she walked through a crowd of people she began snatching wallets left and right. Tourists were insanely easy pickings. As she left the swarm of morons wearing flag hats and affecting horrific cockney accents, she started counting the money from the night's work.
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Post by Atsuko Maeda & Graham Spector on Sept 14, 2013 20:14:13 GMT -6
Graham took a sip of piping hot Joe from a foam cup as he walked around London at night by his lonesome.
It felt comfortable to be back in his homeland, but at the same time he felt like a complete stranger.
It was his mission to cleanse the world of all monsters, but tonight he just felt like enjoying a quiet stroll.
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Post by Jessica Butcher on Sept 14, 2013 20:25:46 GMT -6
Jessica walked down the street. 300 pounds, not bad. Of course it was nothing like the rush she got from a jewel heist, but she got what she came for. She decided that she needed one last score tonight. She scanned the crowd and picked out a guy drinking coffee alone. Bingo.
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Post by Atsuko Maeda & Graham Spector on Sept 16, 2013 14:54:24 GMT -6
Graham felt his purple medals jingle around in his pocket. They gave him the power necessary to accomplish his goal. He didn't give a shit about some Medal war or the Greeed.
Soon their time would come. All kaijin would fall to him, it was just a matter of time.
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Post by Jessica Butcher on Sept 17, 2013 6:31:22 GMT -6
Jessica zeroed in on him, walking towards him. She figured that he didn't have much cash on him, but she might be able to get a credit card from him. That should work for about two weeks, and then she'd toss the card into the Thames. She pretended to put all of her focus on the fifty pence she was flipping in her hand, keeping an eye out on her mark. She bumped into him, intentionally letting the coin roll away. It was a fifty pence, it really didn't matter in the long one. She'd just break a pound at the closest shop.
"Watch it" she said, letting her Scottish accent show through. He'd just think she was some rude tourist; but she wasn't. She grabbed something from his pocket seconds after she bumped into him. She then walked past, looking into her hand as she did. She she walked away she looked down at the item in her hand. As soon as she saw it she stopped in her tracks. It was a thick purple coin with a gold ring, and etched in purple was a triceratops. Jessica pulled out her Shachi medal to confirm what she had in hand. She put both items away quickly and kept walking.
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Post by Atsuko Maeda & Graham Spector on Sept 17, 2013 19:42:43 GMT -6
Graham kept walking, paying little mind to the woman. The three medals continued to jiggle in his poc-something was off.
He came to halt and reached into his pocket. Only two. One was missing.
He tightened his grip. It was the woman. She was a thief!
Quickly, he did a 180 degree heel spin and ran down the street after her.
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Post by Jessica Butcher on Sept 18, 2013 17:31:59 GMT -6
Jessica saw the man running after her in a shiny shop window. Crap! She'd been made. Jessica walked slightly faster, trying to make it so she wasn't obviously trying to get away. She ducked into a crowd, trying to lose him.
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Post by Atsuko Maeda & Graham Spector on Oct 1, 2013 23:24:34 GMT -6
Graham wasn't having any of that. He picked up the pace, not caring who or what got in his path.
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Post by Jessica Butcher on Nov 13, 2013 8:12:31 GMT -6
Jessica kept moving, hoping she could get away. She knew she couldn't take him in a straight fight, so she had to get some distance between them.
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Post by Atsuko Maeda & Graham Spector on Nov 13, 2013 11:46:24 GMT -6
Screw it, he thought. He whipped out his gun and fired a few warning shots causing the crowd to panic and run all over the place.
He didn't really think this one through..
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Post by Jessica Butcher on Nov 13, 2013 15:44:47 GMT -6
Jessica bolted, trying to stick to the shadows as she did.
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Post by Atsuko Maeda & Graham Spector on Nov 15, 2013 0:11:35 GMT -6
Graham gritted his teeth, looking around for the thief but seeing no sign of here.
He heard police sirens fast approaching from the south and quickly vacated the area while chaos continued around him.
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Post by Jessica Butcher on Nov 15, 2013 8:42:14 GMT -6
Jessica tripped, falling over a downed trash bin. She groaned, slowly picking herself up.
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Post by Atsuko Maeda & Graham Spector on Nov 15, 2013 13:19:18 GMT -6
Graham got far enough from the crowd to focus in on the sound of someone falling over a trashcan.
He rushed over, stood over the girl, pointing his gun at her face, and said,
"I'll have my medal back if you please."
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Post by Jessica Butcher on Nov 15, 2013 13:44:25 GMT -6
"Medal?" Jessica asked, playing coy. "What Medal?"
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