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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 17, 2017 9:33:08 GMT -5
So I was thinking something along the lines of a master criminal who had been behind bars for a couple of years by now and a police officer. There is a crime ring, and the police have tried to shut it down, resulting only in police casualties. And they're getting desperate. One police officer comes up with an idea, pulling on the idea that it 'takes a thief to catch a thief. '. So an officer is paired up with one of the meanest criminals unlucky enough to get caught by the police, and offers the criminal an offer they can't refuse. A shortening or their sentence (or even their freedom) in exchange for helping the police shut down this crime ring.
I would want to be the criminal, if that's okay, and I am open to any gender pairings.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 18, 2017 4:12:11 GMT -5
Bump
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 18, 2017 4:15:36 GMT -5
(Ergh why must you come up with so many fun plots?! I was never here...)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 18, 2017 4:26:24 GMT -5
Cobra - thanks! I mean, if you're interested, we could do it? I think it'll be fun to do and you're the first interested person (and a great roleplayer)
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 18, 2017 4:57:34 GMT -5
(I'm glad you think so because sometimes I have to wonder xP If it's not a bother I'd love to do this one c: )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 18, 2017 5:05:47 GMT -5
Totally not a bother x I love rping with you.
Can I just get a charrie name? I'm guessing you prefer mxf, since that is what we do on the plot shop
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 18, 2017 5:09:31 GMT -5
(Dude, same. You're awesome.
It doesn't matter much, honestly. It's just what I'm used to. The name is Cody Fisher)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 18, 2017 5:11:19 GMT -5
(Awww thank you so much!
Okay, awesome! My girl's gonna be Beatrix 'Trix' Allwell
Which of us would you like to start?)
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 18, 2017 5:18:16 GMT -5
(Sweet. So it's like 4:00 AM here...I just randomly woke up. I should probably at least TRY to sleep. xD Would you mind starting? I'll reply in the morning—well, later in the morning. Sorry about that. D: )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 18, 2017 5:37:22 GMT -5
Oh right, yeah, forgot about timezones XD I'll start then x Sweet dreams)
Trix Allwell was leaning against the wall of her cell, bored ly throwing a coin in the air before catching it in her hand. She'd tidied her cell earlier, though that didn't take long considering the fact that there really wasn't much in there to tidy, so she had some free time, and she was incredibly bored. Sighing, she caught the coin one last time before setting it down and sitting on her bed, leaning under to pull out a sketch book and pencil.
She was quite the artist, though nobody knew this about her because she kept it under wraps. Only the guards occasionally saw her drawing, because she had a tough reputation to uphold and the other inmates didn't really appreciate artistic talent.
As she sketched, she absently tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. She was tall and lithe, with quite an athletic physique. Her skin was pale and cool-toned. Her face strong features and her eyes were a pale green-blue. Her hair was a dark reddish-brown, but the ends were deep navy-blue. When she had first been arrested, her whole hair was this navy colour but it was growing out over time. Her nose was pierced, and she had a monroe piercing above her upper lip.
Beatrix had quite the reputation, having been involved in some rather shady things in her past. She had been involved with a gang of sorts and, well, she'd caused a lot of pain and hurt. Not murder. She'd never directly murdered someone, though she knew some people in her gang had murdered people, even if she'd had nothing to do with it herself. And after a year and a half or so behind bars, the twenty-six year old was content with just keeping a tough personal rather than actually hurting people.
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 18, 2017 11:34:57 GMT -5
At thirty, Cody Fisher was already going grey. Every day he looked in the mirror, another one, and while he didn't feel quite ready to be "distinguished," the officer was just glad his hair wasn't falling out. Some of the things he'd seen in the past eight years left Cody wondering how he'd refrained from just tearing it all out himself. Now, after surely earning more grey in the courtroom, he had something else to take care of. An unpleasant but necessary deal made with a dangerous criminal. It sounded like a bad idea. Hell, Fisher knew it was a bad idea, but they were out of options, and out of officers. Help would have to come from wherever the department could get it, and if that meant waltzing into prison, he'd waltz into prison.
A stocky corrections officer led him down the stifling cement hallways, keeping a few paces ahead. Surprisingly Fisher was out of his element here. He knew to keep away from the doors. The whole department knew corrections horror stories and did their best to avoid a repeat incident. Luckily, the police weren't in charge of babysitting criminals. That was a job left to the thick-skinned and not easily angered.
"She's right here," said the guard, coming to an abrupt halt. "Good luck with that one." The warning was ominous, but nothing Fisher couldn't handle. He thought. Arrogance had gotten him into trouble more than once. Today he was wearing a suit rather than his uniform, which was convenient, now that he thought about it. Police officers weren't exactly welcome in the prison. Still, there was a badge and a gun strapped to Cody's hip—all he needed for confidence. When he didn't have it, the officer wasn't sure of what to do.
Ignoring the guard's pessimism, Fisher put one hand on the door and said, "Beatrix? I'm Officer Fisher. I was wondering if we could have a chat."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 18, 2017 11:50:07 GMT -5
When the woman heard a voice, she looked up, her eyes moving to the police officer addressing her. A chat? Sounded ominous.
"Well, I'm hardly going anywhere," Beatrix pointed out as she put down her sketchbook and pencil "So I can't stop you. What do you want?"
She heard a snort coming from the guard still nearby "Damn right you aren't going anywhere, Allwell. And maybe try using a few manners with the officer?"
In response to the guard, Trix called out "Oh, well thank you, I didn't realise prison was meant to give you an attitude adjustment. I thought I was just here for a holiday."
She heard a frustrated sound from the guard, who hadn't thought of a response, and the woman let out a chuckle.
Something people came to realize about Trix was she gave respect to people who she thought were deserving of it. Not just anyone got manners and respect from Beatrix Allwell. And this officer hadn't earned any respect from her yet.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 18, 2017 11:50:49 GMT -5
Sorry it's short, gotta poof. I'll be back in an hour
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 18, 2017 15:08:08 GMT -5
(No worries, I'm in between classes now)
Fisher looked to the guard and then back to Beatrix, deciding it we best to just ignore their bickering. "That's uh..." He pulled two stapled pieces of paper from his pocket and gave them to the guard to give to her. "That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. You may not be stuck here. If you agree to their terms, the court is prepared to grant you early release, but you can probably imagine getting time off a sentence like yours isn't gonna be easy." The officer almost couldn't hold back a chuckle. It was hard to believe he was holding a normal conversation with a criminal of Allwell's caliber, and what was more, that he'd be the one working with her. To tell the truth he couldn't believe the chief picked him and Fisher really had no desire to undertake an operation like this one, but they were definitely short-staffed. And it was his idea. That was the last time he offered any input.
"You have to remember this is parole, though. The judge isn't gonna put up with any...shenanigans." The second the word left his mouth Fisher wondered how old he was. Shaking it off, he looked back at Beatrix and straight into the eyes of a criminal. Feeling a little more confident, he leaned further into the bars, hoping an offer of freedom—no matter how restrictive—would be an offer she couldn't refuse. As much as Cody hated to admit it, they—the police—needed her—a criminal—to put an end to the crime ring. More than anyone else, he wanted it gone. Cody had lost too many friends at their hands.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 18, 2017 15:25:05 GMT -5
Something changed in Trix's eyes at the offer of freedom. She looked properly at the officer for the first time as she stood up and approached him.
"I don't know what you've heard about me," Beatrix replied "But I'm fairly certain that if you've heard the slightest thing about me, you've probably learned that I'm the last person the police would want anything to do with. I'd expect them to be doing anything to keep me in here. I'm not saying I don't want out, of course."
As the guard passed her the paper, Beatrix took it without even looking at it "Before I read this, let me guess the situation. The police has come across a problem they just can't solve. They're losing officers and they're running out of time. So they've decided to fight fire with fire, and they want me to help you out for some brownie points or whatever."
She read the paper, eyes moving across the paper before moving them back up to meet the officer's "A crime ring? A dozen officers already out of action? So what you guys basically want is cannon fodder. The court doesn't want to let me out, it wants to kill two birds with one stone. Put me out of action and bring down a crime ring."
She looked almost as if she was about to had the piece of paper back and refused, but the guard stepped in.
"Use your brain, Allwell. Look around you. You're going stir-crazy in here, you barely sleep at night. And let's face it, you're just a lot of big talk. That's what everyone says about you. They say you didn't have the guts to go solo, act alone. You needed a gang around you. So stop pretending you're some sort of special snowflake and the court is out to get you and prove to everyone that you're stronger than they think, and that you can do something decent in your miserable life."
The woman paused, sighing, and took a look around the cell. She wanted out of here. Sighing, she nodded, looking at the officer.
"This had better be worth it"
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 18, 2017 16:45:32 GMT -5
A mixture of dread and relief washed over Officer Fisher when Trix said yes. Now he had to work with her, his last resort. Part of him wished she'd said no. Another was ecstatic, and the last part was complaining. All these feelings blended into absolutely nothing, and it was apparent in Cody's expression. "I guess we can book you out, then."
Naturally Trix would still be in handcuffs even when they left the prison, and on the outside, the police department would never let her be alone. As the trio made their way back down the corridor, Fisher made certain he was always one step behind the convict, so he could watch her, make sure she didn't try anything funny. "You pretty much hit the nail on the head. I'm not losing any more officers, and I'm sure as hell not getting promoted again just because someone died. Sounds pretty damn great until you realize you're filling a dead guy's shoes." It was the most Fisher had ever said about the matter, but his expression still didn't change. He knew how to deal with inmates; he just didn't like to spend more time with them than was necessary. "I'm not gonna lie, here. Uh, yeah. You're...what did you say? Cannon fodder? The prison system doesn't know what to do with you. And that's where I come in." Now his less-than-excited side was beginning to show. "Can't wait to hear it from the man herself."
What bothered Cody more than anything was the fact that he said yes to such a deluded idea. His own idea. Why did he even say it? They were already off to a bad start. Now here was a situation he didn't know how to handle, one that wasn't taught at the academy. Here Fisher had thought they taught everything there.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 18, 2017 17:01:12 GMT -5
Trix was used to being watched all the time, scrutinised to make sure that she wasn't going to try anything, and she'd just learned to pretend it didn't bother her. She just walked on as if she wasn't being watched, eyes fixed straight ahead of her.
"Yeah, I know they don't know what to do with me" Beatrix replied "They arrested me and then realised that they didn't know how to handle me. I'll be honest, I just wanted to do my time and get the hell out of here. I don't owe anything to anyone. But I guess if something happens to me, I can say I did something more interesting than sitting in that damn cell watching myself slowly go crazy. And if I actually manage to pull this off, I can surprise people. I'm the last person anyone would expect to do this. And I can prove the people who are underestimating me wrong."
She wasn't saying she wanted to move past being a criminal. God knew she had like a 99% chance of reoffending. But people had started to see her as a weakling who needed a gang to support her. So she wanted to prove that she didn't need her gang. That she was more than that.
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 18, 2017 17:38:37 GMT -5
"I hope you do pull this off, kid." There Fisher went again, talking more like he was twenty years older than Trix, not four. He definitely felt older. The seven years before last had been a piece of cake. It was only recently Cody really felt the stress of police work getting to him, and most of it stemmed from Trix's...friends. It had taught him to look over his shoulder. Really look over his shoulder, not just exercise caution. As far as Fisher was concerned, the badge painted a target on his back. Through a heavy sigh, he added, "For all our sakes."
There were a million other things Cody wanted to say to Trix, but he had to choose his battles. Her cockiness wasn't something he wanted to address right then and there, but it did earn her a raised eyebrow. Prison was supposed to be humbling. It was supposed to be—well, corrective. The name was misleading. He knew the second Trix got out, if she got out alive, anyway, she'd probably be back on the streets, up to no good. That was usually how it went, even the smart ones, like her. Dangerously smart. Too smart for their own good. And sometimes too smart for Fisher.
Even so, he was a firm believer in second chances. People made mistakes—even him, as surprising as that as—and deserved a chance to make things right. They just usually didn't take the opportunity.
(Skip, maybe? Or more to do here?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 18, 2017 17:40:35 GMT -5
(Sure x Did you have a specific thing in mind of where to skip to?)
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 18, 2017 17:42:16 GMT -5
(No, that's the problem 😂 Maybe they could start their first sting? Or at least planning it?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 18, 2017 17:52:43 GMT -5
(No problem)
It was a little while later that Trix and Cody had arrived in the office room they'd specifically been allowed to use for this situation. The woman sat in one of the two seats, her gaze moving to the officer.
"Alright, so we need some sort of plan to break this thing up? I am probably going to need some more information, but I'd say your best bet is trying to dismantle it one person at a time before taking on the whole lot of them. Important people, preferably. I'd start with anyone in charge of communications within the ring; if you mess with their communication, you mess with their ability to commit crimes. You're isolating them. Essentially, it's like scattering a hive of bees. Makes it a lot more manageable. Which means I'm less likely to get killed, and you're more likely to get your brownie points. Everyone wins"
She had a lot of ideas. Because she was a criminal, many assumed Beatrix was dumb. But she wasn't. She was highly, highly intelligent. It was what made her so dangerous, but it was also her weakness in prison. Because of her intelligence, the boredom and sameness of prison was driving her crazy and she hated it. Her mind was inactive and it had been crying out for some exercise.
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 18, 2017 20:43:42 GMT -5
"Can we get one thing straight?" Fisher asked, running his hands through his hair. "I'm not after brownie points. I want the killings to stop. Probably gonna quit law enforcement after this, anyway." He meant it as a joke, but giving the idea more thought, Fisher realized it wasn't half bad. Getting out wouldn't be difficult. He already had a degree in a subject completely unrelated, but that was a story for another time. Other officers got bogged down because they hadn't been to university, so they couldn't burn their bridges like Cody.
Curious about, and frankly a little frazzled by Trix's plan, the officer stared her down across the table and quickly got lost in thought. He was easily distracted unless something demanded his immediate attention. Finally, he snapped out of it and carried on like nothing had happened. Sometimes Cody didn't notice when he spaced-out. To him time has continued unbroken as it always did, because his train of thought had continued unbroken, as it always did. Even if that meant briefly pausing the conversation. "So you want us to shoot the messengers first? Why won't they just find new ones? These guys are like rats—" realizing he might have said something rude, Cody added, "No offence," and then against his better judgment went on talking. "They're like rats. Always someone to fill the hole and everyone is dispensable. That's why they won't go down.
"I also have to know that I can trust you. We're bringing a SWAT team along on every mission." What Cody didn't say, "At least until I know you won't stab me in the back," was just as important as the statement itself, but he was already treading on thin ice by calling Trix's affiliates rats, and didn't want to push his luck any farther. Besides that, he was not about to show a dangerous criminal his hand.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 19, 2017 1:48:02 GMT -5
Trix had simply raised an eyebrow at the 'rats' comment, just a momentary thing. But she didn't comment on it, deciding it would be better to move on. After all, they'd killed people he knew,and as an officer she was hardly going to expect him to be a fan anyway.
"I know it sounds crazy, but if you do it in a quick enough succession they won't have the time to fill the positions. I've been in criminal groups, I know their vulnerabilities. I'm here to offer what I know. As for being able to trust me, I can't help you there other than saying that I'm not stupid enough to stab you in the back and join a crime ring that's got the police swarming all over it like this. I can't give you any other peace of mind than that, unfortunately, otherwise I wouldn't be here"
It was true. If she were the kind the police could trust, she probably wouldn't be in prison. Either that, or she wouldn't be the one they chose to do this. The police wanted a good weapon, essentially, and she wouldn't make much of a weapon if she were always the cooperative type.
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 20, 2017 17:36:33 GMT -5
(Sorry, orchestra has been keeping me busy)
Fisher furrowed his brow. He supposed he had to take a leap of faith, which, besides payroll and writing speeding tickets, was his least favourite thing. Why would Cody? There were serial murderers and drug dealers out on the streets. Pulling somebody over for doing ten miles over the limit paled in comparison. Still, the officer did get a kick out of watching the smug looks fall off stupid drivers' faces, and heaven knew there were a lot of stupid drivers on the road. Anyway, his work with Trix was far more important. When people weren't dying, Fisher liked to be at the centre of chaos.
"Okay," he finally said, standing up from the table. "Tell me where to find these guys. I'll get 'em taken care of." Cody knew it was dangerous for Trix to be working with him like this, but he had to admit having a snitch was nice. They just didn't come around all that often. "I know it's sort of against protocol, but I think it would help if you went in with me. They know you. Add some credibility to the whole 'I'm a new buyer' story."
Still somewhat wary of her eagerness to help, Fisher hadn't agreed to let Trix's hands be free while they were in close quarters. Maybe in the car, where there would be a wall between them, Cody would relax enough to let her free. Hell, if everything went well, they could go out for ice cream afterward. Now there was a thought. There was of course, a good chance everything went downhill, and one or both of them would be dead by the time the sting was over. It was one reason Fisher wasn't married. The constant threat always loomed. Now, in fact, it was sitting opposite him.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 21, 2017 2:25:39 GMT -5
(Don't worry, it's fine x)
Trix didn't know if it was the promise of freedom juxtaposed with the fact that she was most definitely still in handcuffs, but she realised that she had said rather a lot. She hadn't intended to help any more than she needed to, but it was apparent to her that the better job she made of this, the less likely she was to get killed.
"You want me to come with you? I mean, okay, but I'd like to point out that I'll be entirely useless when I come with you if I'm still in cuffs. If you want me to convince them of something, the handcuffs will give me away straight away. And then I'm dead before I've even been useful for you, which I'm sure you don't want. And I can't help in a fight if I'm in these"
It was a fair point. That, and the fact that Trix couldn't wait for her first opportunity to get out of these handcuffs.
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