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Post by Sand on Jun 19, 2020 22:09:18 GMT -5
for ☾ѕησσzє☽ & I! I’ll add more to the first post later but this’ll do for now. characters Devonte Robinson - a male in his late 20s, works as a hacker. faceclaim is romaine dixon. (sand) Deidra Lexington - snooze's girl. plot Deidra Lexington, your ever so simple bank and home robber finds herself interested in rigging an election. Over an encrypted dark web chat, she contacts Devonte Robinson, a hacker. Out of a common goal, he chooses to meet up with Deidra. Thus, the role-play begins.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Jun 19, 2020 22:14:17 GMT -5
Savin for snooze here, just gonna snuggle on up here Deidra Lexington - a simple bank/home robber in her late 20s. Female.
I was thinking that the thing that draws them together could be..hmm. A bit 'random' for Deidra but she wants to change an election results. Forget that they use computers now, they still use paper ballots lol so she'd need him to hack the cameras and stuff to hide her face and the likes?
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Jun 20, 2020 0:49:54 GMT -5
»𝔻𝕖𝕚𝕕𝕣𝕒♦𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡//𝔻𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖
♦𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖//𝕊𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕫𝕠𝕟𝕖
↦↦✿↤↤ The sun was setting low in the sky, creating hues of orange and violet, casting themselves through the holes of the roof above. Deidra was standing at a makeshift desk, going over different papers scattered across it. She could feel eyes on her but no one dared to speak up as she scribbled something down on one of them. Finally, she brought herself back to the standing position, placing her hands on her lower back and stretching it, standing hunched over like this was beginning to do a number on her. She shifted some papers into a folder and tucked it under her arm before walking over to one of her 'associates'. He looked like your average person, if anyone saw him on the street they might even assume he was high class business man, dealing with distribution and employee incentives. The perfect person for her right hand man. She passed the manila colored folder over to him and gave a reassuring nod.
"I went over it, we can offer half the cut from our partner and even pay a quarter of it upfront thanks to Montjoy's last run for us." He shifted his gaze from her to the folder now in his hands, flipping it open and looking over its contents. He scoffed as he closed it back up, shaking his head as if in disbelief.
"I don't see why you even took this job. We don't work with anyone, we do everything on our own. Now we aren't just doing something out of, what I believe to be, our pay grade we are enlisting the help of someone you barely know." He shoved the folder back into her hands and turned his head away from her. He was obviously not going to be any help in finalizing the details before she left. She moved the folder into her bag and turned, walking towards out the large doors into the chilly evening air. Damn, should have brought a jacket. She thought bitterly as she reached in her bag and clicked the button on her key-chain to unlock her car. She released her grip on them to wrap her arms around themselves and hold her upper half as she made her way over.
She started it up and left it running for a few moments, staring ahead at the building. She didn't dare turn her lights on yet, they would remain off until the warehouse was nothing but a blot in her rear view mirror. Taking a deep breath, she put her car in reverse and began the long drive to what her and this other person deemed a 'safe zone'. The drive was nothing of importance, she didn't even bother turning on the radio instead she continued on in silence, letting her thoughts consume her.
Sure, this was a daft choice of hers. Raymond was correct in his words but this was more personal for her, she would have done this even without the promise of a hefty payment at the end. If this means risking everything, then I don't care. The end result is worth all the trouble it'll bring. She sat on this for a while, most of the drive actually, until she pulled into an empty street. By the time she had got where she was going, the streetlamps were lighting up the buildings around her and the only noise was the occasional distant sirens. This didn't seem very safe to most people, but as they say something, something about hiding in plain sight. She put the car in park and stepped out, quickly walking into a normal looking apartment complex. The lights inside were even dimmer than it was outside, but she didn't mind as she climbed the stairs to the top floor. She appeared to arrive before him, which was fine to her. It would give her time to go over her game plan.
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Post by Sand on Jun 20, 2020 2:09:41 GMT -5
Devonteapartment B36 -> safe zone | with Deidra code message: "sorry, I'm late, had to get some groceries." It was just Devonte's luck that Deidra chose a safe zone only several blocks from his apartment complex. He hadn't been too keen on the location, but he wasn't going to reveal anything about his real location so he winged it. Showing up with his beat up car didn't seem to be a grand idea, though biking or taking a walk were also poor choices. Instead, he opted for his roommate's car, who was passed out on the couch with a cigarette bud in their mouth. He rolled his dark eyes at the sight of them before he slipped a pullover hoodie on and pulled down a dark colored beanie. Devonte knew it was colder out at night and freezing his ass off while discussing business details wasn't his thing.
After hearing his roommate's old white Toyota Camry roar, he sped down a main road before turning on to a long side road. The radio played a boring newscaster's voice before it soon turned to a low mumble when Devonte turned the sound down. Whatever his roommate was listening to during their days of commuting, it was beyond mundane. Maybe he would mess around with the channel later, but business had to come first. Like it always did.
Soon enough he parked the old car in an alleyway, its dark yellow lights turning black. He locked it manually with the keys before making his way into the apartment complex, one he was familiar with. Though it looked like a normal apartment complex, Devonte knew it was more than that. He had met clients here before and it was safe to say it was a hideout. The dim lighting provided some cover as he made his way up the small flight of stairs, almost reaching the top floor where he spotted a woman's silhouette. Must be her, he thought, taking one last, purposefully loud step on to the final floor. He yanked his hoodie's hood over his head, offering more coverage for his head and face.
"Sorry I'm late, had to get some groceries. Thought you might be hungry," Devonte said coolly. If she had remembered the code message he sent to her over the chat, then she would know who he was. And, if Deidra had noticed by now, he wasn't carrying any noisy plastic bags. There were no actual groceries. He could only assume she was bright enough to realize that.
He glimpsed briefly at Deidra, noticing that she wasn't wearing a jacket. She wasn't exactly what he had expected, but then again, not many of his clients were. Each one was a bit different, though he hadn't dealt with the average person in a long time. She surely appeared to be the average person, but something in his gut told him she wasn't.
He had the keys to the apartment in his back pocket, though he was going to wait, like usual, before taking them out. Devonte preferred to be cautious as possible instead of blindingly trusting the woman before him. His gaze flickered over to the only apartment door momentarily. As long as she gave him the go, he'd be willing to let her inside so they could get down to business.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Jun 20, 2020 14:05:04 GMT -5
»𝔻𝕖𝕚𝕕𝕣𝕒♦𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔻𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖 ♦𝕊𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕫𝕠𝕟𝕖↦↦✿↤↤ Her eyes scanned the hooded figure up and down. She couldn't help feeling it a bit of an overkill but she wasn't about to comment on it. Instead, she cleared her throat and spoke. "That's good, I was thinking of making Fettuccine tonight." To be quit honest, she knew it was a code word but she couldn't help smiling to herself at the thought of her living such a domesticated lifestyle with someone. She hadn't even had a roommate of her own since her first year of college. She stepped back from the door behind her to allow him to open it. Out of habit, she found herself searching for the nearest exits that wouldn't draw much attention to her.
Fire escape, no it'd make a noise. Back door to the alleyway. Might be locked. A window? No too high up...She was so lost in thought she had almost forgot to follow him inside. Once inside, she was less than impressed. For a safe zone, it was small..? Then again, they wouldn't be transporting any goods inside here, he probably never had to store things away to find a fence. She waited for him to close the door behind them before she turned to look back at him.
"I understand I've told you very little about what we are doing but you must understand that this is a high stakes scenario for all parties involved." She began, sifting through her bag now to find the folder. Instead of pulling out the folder she intended, she pulled out some of her actual legal documents from her 'business'. She rolled her eyes and began her search again, stuffing them deeper into the bag before pulling out the manila folder she had put together only hours earlier. Upon handing it to him, she took a step back. She already knew the contents inside, they were pretty straight forward. The written letter from the client, telling her what needs to be done, how to handle it, the payment of course was scribbled out. "I know this may seem a little odd for you but on the third paper there is a small map with the cameras wrote up. I need you to take them out, along with any security they have installed." She felt no need to hide who she actually was, she wasn't some business savvy person who came into a big deal of money from a run of the mill thrift store like she let others suspect.
"Basically, you are going to be part of history in the making." Her eyes lit up when she said it, the excitement in her voice clear as she gazed back to him. "My group can handle everything after you get rid of all these little distractions, we are quite skilled in the arts of..." She rose a hand, waving it in the air as she tried to come up with the proper word. "stealth." She finally finished, bring her arm back down to her side. "Any further questions, you can ask them tonight. Any asked afterwards I will take as insubordination." She didn't like people asking questions but she knew this was a rather sticky situation and it wasn't like he was one of the many people working for her. "If you have a problem with the amount to be paid then I kindly as you forget we ever met up and leave. What's written before you is set in stone." She couldn't imagine him turning down the offer, it was a good amount for the average person. Enough to live comfortably for a long time. Perhaps he expensive taste though and sought fortunes greater than she was willing to offer.
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Post by Sand on Jun 20, 2020 22:32:34 GMT -5
Devontesafe zone | with DeidraDevonte was surprised that Deidra was playing along so well. His usual clients weren't as willing to follow his lead. Some, save for a few, were too uptight to care or even pretend. He stuck the key into the apartment door's handle, swiftly opening it and hearing it crack once it was open. "Come on in," he said, taking a step into the musty, old apartment.
Once both of them were inside, he shut the door as quiet as he could, and turned on a dim lamp light. His hand shifted over the only large light which was attached to a fan, a tad indecisive about turning the bright light on. He didn't want to exactly reveal himself yet, but seeing that the woman before him already had... was it really that bad? Plus, she had brought documents along. It would be necessary to read them, especially when this deal included a pay day. Devonte pulled his hood down and pressed the button.
"Yeah, I assumed that already," he told Deidra plainly, watching her as she shuffled through her bag. To him, she seemed disorganized with her belongings though he refused to speak it. The room was soon illuminated by a pale yellow light as he took a seat at a faux wood table with three accompanying chairs. As soon as the manila folder was in his hands, he swiftly opened it and glanced at the first piece of paper. A letter made things seem so more official to Devonte. Not that he didn't mind it, it was just that his regular clients preferred a quick explanation, handing him a letter sized paper with the details, and half of the payment. Something like her client's folder was out of his league. This was more than serious, this was professional and upscale.
As she mentioned the camera, he held back the urge to scoff. In the past, he had taken out cameras and it was easily done. He turned to the third page and began studying the map. It seemed that the building wasn't too large, but it had more cameras than Devonte had originally expected. Nonetheless, he was confident in his abilities to execute the plan. "I'm gonna have to scout this place out ahead of time, but it's got lots of potential," he said, his dark eyes falling back down to the map. "You got an address or is it on one of the papers?"
The tall man flicked the papers over, coming to the page where the payment had been scribbled out but then spotted his own payment from, what he assumed, was Deidra. He came to a stop when he heard the excitement in her voice and watched her eyes light up as if she were talking about something normal, something that didn't involve breaking many laws. He chuckled softly before falling silent to ponder about her words. Stealth, huh? Can't be some lame biker gang, Devonte thought, returning his attention to her again.
He didn't have many questions, only ones he found necessary and important. Devonte himself didn't mind questions as long as they weren't intrusive or aggressive. He placed his hand against his chin thoughtfully, knowing full well that he would accept her deal. The amount he was going to get was more than enough for quite some time. Plenty of ideas surrounding what he could do with the money flooded his head, but now wasn't the time to get hung up on money and he wasn't that indulgent. At the least, he was frugal with his fortune. Plus, he had a roommate and that was telling enough.
"When do you want it done by?" he asked, pausing briefly. "Your client, they got any special requests for the cameras and security? Just wanna know how long I need to stall for. Cameras and security ain't a joke, not for something like this anyways."
Another question lingered on his tongue and gingerly gnawed on his lip for a moment. He knew better than to question Deidra's motives, but it was more of the client's that he was greatly interested in. Instead of repressing himself, he suddenly inquired, "Why? What's the purpose? Everyone's got a purpose if they want an election rigged, Deidra. So, you might as well tell me."
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Jun 22, 2020 23:31:10 GMT -5
»𝔻𝕖𝕚𝕕𝕣𝕒♦𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔻𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖 ♦𝕊𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕫𝕠𝕟𝕖↦↦✿↤↤ She leaned over to view the contents with him now, gently sliding aside the map to a picture of the outside of a building, and address written in tiny letters below. "Sorry, should have made that more well known. Can't exactly do much unless you know where you're going huh?" She laughed, stepping back once more to give him some personal space. She had to constantly remind her of this, not everyone was like her and used to being so close to someone, especially a hacker who seemed to work alone and maybe even remotely. Her eyes scanned over him, trying to take in his face and demeanor. Another habit of hers, she had to remember every face she saw unless she wanted to put herself at risk. He wasn't too much taller than her, then again she was rather tall for a female. He had no real outstanding features to him which would make it harder for her. She snapped free from her thoughts once more when he asked a time frame.
"Ah yes, the client has a pretty set in stone time. The election will be done on the 17th." She noted it was the 4th today, they would be cutting it close but she loved the thrill of crunching time. "That night, he wants us to fudge the results, they shouldn't be back to count till early morning. It'll be guarded all throughout the night but I'm sure they change shifts some point in the night, if you could find out what time exactly it'll leave an opening for us to get inside." She gave a quick smile, hoping he'd be able to do that rather quickly so she can plan around it. She crossed her arms over her chest and waited for anymore questions he may have to surface, they would have at least a few hours to sort this all out and she hoped he got it all out now. When he brought up what her purpose was, she gave a short laugh. It was kinda funny, actually, why she wanted all of this done. Most people would see her as being a brat or a fool considering it should make things much easier in her line of work.
"This might see very strange for you, considering it all, but the current man expected to win is my step-father. It's more personal than just oh, he grounded me for a month as a teenager." He had done that though but it wasn't what created the bitterness now entering in her voice. No, he had made a promise to her last time they spoke, one she had decided to stomp out. "You see, he told me if he gets elected into a higher position among his force, he would come down on me like a ton of bricks." She gritted her teeth for a moment, recalling the harsh words exchanged. "He doesn't know the full extent of the network I run, just has ideas of it being illegal but he's never been able to pinpoint it on me. The old sheriff, the one we are making win, always told him he's chasing after geese when it comes to me." She smirked, tapping her finger along her upper arm. He wouldn't get the chance to come after her, she not only had plans to rig the election thanks to the new client but she also had a few tricks up her sleeve, ones that would remove him from the force forever. Maybe even split him and her mother up, not that she cared much about it but he had brought this upon himself. She was on a warpath, one to tear down every aspect of his life.
She let the words sink in for him, hoping he wouldn't back out considering she was close to the 'victim' of this crime. If he did, she'd be outta luck. There were no other hackers she knew in this town that could do what he does and it would certainly be too risky for her to do this all on her own.
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Post by Sand on Jun 23, 2020 1:18:29 GMT -5
Devontesafe zone | with DeidraDevonte was a bit irked by the fact that the address had been written on the paper, but in such tiny lettering that he couldn't read it. At least Deidra had a good laugh about it, so it didn't bother him as much as he expected it to. He almost wanted to admit that he had forgotten his glasses, but now didn't seem like the time nor the place to bring that up. "Yeah, you're right. If I don't know, it looks like the job won't get done," he joked, letting out a chuckle. As close as Deidra had got to him, he hadn't exactly processed it yet. It didn't bother him though it did feel a little... intimate, a feeling he wasn't all too familiar with.
Remembering the details of the map, he knew trying to figure out the shifts of the security guards along with any other employees would be difficult. He was confident that he could sort things out within two or three days of surveillance. Though he usually worked alone and didn't require much assistance, a building and however many staff members there would be required some help. Devonte noted that he may need to bring in some old contacts for backup, but as long as he was able to get down to the basics, he saw no issues. "I'll figure out who I need to bring in on my own side, seeing that this job might require some backup," he said, eyeing the papers yet again. "Don't worry 'bout it though, I got my side covered. It's none of your concern."
Hearing Deidra's short laugh, he got the feeling that something was up. He was sincerely hoping it wasn't something outlandish, let alone it being futile. But of course, it wasn't. It wasn't what Devonte had expected at all, it being uncommon compared to other hacks he had done before. This election would be his first to pull off and it was her goddamn stepfather of all people. Who knew that the shady business girl had a family member looking for a place of power?
He grinned shortly when she mentioned it wasn't because she was grounded as a teenager. At least she was humorous, a trait he longed for in business. Not many of his clients, if any, had the mind to be comical. It seemed to Devonte that her stepfather had a good idea of what Deidra did for "work," if you could even call it that. Wonder why he's on to her so much, he thought, bringing his hand to his chin and leaning his elbows on the table, his dark gaze set on Deidra. Based on her tone, it didn't sound petty. Bad blood seems too soft of a reason. There's gotta be more to this shitfest.
A mental note was made to see if he could do a quick search or a hack on Deidra's stepfather, not only out of curiosity but for Devonte's benefit. He wanted to know who he was dealing with and if Deidra wasn't going to give him the entire truth, then a hack would. He was bound to find dirt on the guy, everyone had their own anyways. There was no reason for him to back out now, not with a pay day as big as he was promised. Plus, pulling off a rigged election would look glorious on his "resume."
"Sounds like your step daddy got lots against you. Best that we get rid of his ass sooner than later," he said, leaning back in the chair with one of his feet up on the table while his legs were crossed. The pants he wore were dark black and skinny in fit, snug against his long limbs. They were maybe a size too small. "Long as his opponent doesn't catch waves of what's up, I think we should be good. You got the current sheriff covered, right? He find any of this shit out, you think he'd come after anyone you hire? Or even you?"
Covering his own ass was vital because Devonte knew if he didn't, he would end up in some serious, deep shit that he didn't need. The last thing he wanted was to be sitting in an interrogation room or a cell because of someone else's personal problems.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Jun 23, 2020 5:30:14 GMT -5
»𝔻𝕖𝕚𝕕𝕣𝕒⤕𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔻𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖 ⤕𝕊𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕫𝕠𝕟𝕖
↦↦✿↤↤ She rolled his eyes at his questions about the sheriff who would be rising to the occasion after her step father was out the picture. Now he was beginning to sound much like Raymond, not that she didn't like her second-in-command but the need to question every action was rather tiresome...a lot of the time. She understood where he was coming from, even if it did irk her slightly. It wasn't like she'd be a willing participant in something that may have a higher risk factor than reward.
"You forget, this isn't originally my job. I took it up after receiving a certain letter from an unknown client." Well unknown was a strong word, she knew who it wasn't which made her feel safer in doing this. "Either way, yes, it'll be as safe as can be. The new sheriff in town will be too preoccupied cleaning up the drug problems this town has, which I don't dabble in." Anymore. Yeah, that was a hard lesson to learn. Turns out stealing was much easier than handing out little baggies on the street side for her. It was what had tipped her step father off in the beginning but she wasn't about to drag out her whole past drama with him. It would be rather useless to the task at hand for them, anyways, she hadn't even told Raymond the full story behind it and he was closer to her than this stranger. She looked for her own chair, finding it and dragging it near the desk so she could sit in front of him. It felt a bit weird to be the only one standing, even if sitting brought her more aches.
"Listen, if you think this is too risky, I can easily go elsewhere. Either way, this job needs to be done and I'd prefer if it was done by you and not someone who I've never seen the skills of." She was bluffing, as she had thought before, she knew no one else in his line of work. For all she knew, anyone else she stumbled upon would be working under him. She hoped he couldn't see through it, she was rather good at putting up a bluff on occasions but then again, she wasn't exactly great at poker either so this could easily just be one of the moments it failed her. She leaned over and closed the folder, pulling out the two papers with his payment, the cameras marked, and just to be a bit cheeky she pulled a pen from her bag and wrote the address on top of the map in big letters so he wouldn't miss it this time. "I know this job isn't going to be easy, there's a great risk to be taken. I'm sure you've dealt with similar cases, or perhaps you prefer to stick with lesser ones like spying on spouses account records, figuring if a business is under handing it's employees, something like that. Though you should seriously look at the payment for this, also consider the fact that if things do go haywire I have my ways to make certain problems fix themselves. Can't exactly release any charges we get but I can easily make us disappear. A few fake names here and there, all the likes. Though I suppose you, yourself, might also be skilled in that."
She didn't know the first thing about creating a fake I.D., Social, or Passport but due to her own long criminal standing she knew of people who specialized in it. Some even owed her a few favors after she 'returned' some 'lost' items of theirs that were high value. She put the rest of her folder back in her bag and leaned back in the chair, trying to make herself seem more ease like he was. It wasn't like she was on edge, but she was never the type to 'just' relax after these types of things. After the first one goes south, you find yourself on guard the whole time.
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Post by Sand on Jun 26, 2020 1:19:58 GMT -5
Devontesafe zone | with Deidra Devonte knew Deidra was rolling her eyes at him, but he, frankly, didn't care. So what if he had questions about the job? He had every right to question her motives because he was putting himself on the line here. His work would be up front, center, and really, the entire job. So if anything, he was the one more at risk. Of course if things went south, he could sell Deidra out though that wasn't his style. Being a snitch was anything but Devonte's methods.
He fully knew well that the job wasn't hers to begin with and she was bringing forward what was a client's request. Something felt off about it, especially with the way she had spoken about her step-father, a candidate for sheriff. The goal here was to pull off a rigged election and nothing more. His gaze slowly relaxed when she mentioned that the "new" sheriff would be too preoccupied with the city's drug problem. It seemed to be everlasting, but Devonte refused to speak more on the manner. He had his own vices with it, though that was none of Deidra's business. "I know it isn't originally your job and it's apparently from your client," he said curtly, his tone sharp and steely. There was a hint of annoyance to it too. "Long as it's safe, I'm in."
The man wasn't too keen on exchanging words with her anymore. He just wanted to get the hell out of this apartment and head home for some shut eye. Except Deidra had sat down at the table in a chair which meant this wasn't ending any time soon. For a moment, he felt uneasy when she mentioned his work. What work? What had she seen of his that went public or big time? It didn't make any sense to Devonte and it was straight up dubious. His dark brown eyes narrowed as he leaned forward, elbows placed on the table and his upper body stretching above and across it. "Never seen the skills of, huh?" he mused, briefly coming to a pause.
He didn't want to screw things up, not with the payment he'd be getting out of Deidra. The temptation to question the hell out of her was there and it was not going away. His dark lips curled into a smirk while his dark brown eyes gleamed smugly. Oh, this was gonna be good. "If you know what I done in the past, gimme an example, Deidra. I'm curious as to how you've seen any of my work. It shouldn't be hard for you to give me proof, right? Not if you know my work as well as you claim to."
Devonte sat back down fully in his chair and leaned back, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a clean white pack of cigarettes and placed them on the table after taking one out. What was inside wasn't cigarettes but some joints. If he was going to have to sit here and listen to Deidra drawl on, he might as well do it while buzzed. He slipped out a lighter and quickly lit the thin, white rolled paper before lifting it to his lips and taking a drag.
"Believe me when I say I know what I'm getting into, Deidra. I've been at this long enough that I know what I'm getting into. My past clients may not be you, but I'm damn sure they are close enough," he told her. As she went on to explain that she had "ways to make certain problems fix themselves," Devonte knew he wasn't dealing with the average woman. Deidra was something else, though he wasn't fully sure what she was just yet. He reached over to the manila folder, flipping it open to the payment page.
That amount though. It couldn't compare to anything he had earned before and just that in itself, was a no-brainer. His eyes grew large and smoldered with desire, that of greed. "$2.3 million is, well, an outstanding number," he responded, trying to not grin. He took a quick drag on his spliff. It was inevitable, he had never seen a number like this before. Rigging an election was going to be worth it, so worth it. "In case you're not the ultimate Houdini, I know enough about socials, fake IDs, passports, you name it... I can do it. A disappearing act is easy enough, at least in my trade."
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Jun 26, 2020 2:05:55 GMT -5
»𝔻𝕖𝕚𝕕𝕣𝕒⤕𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔻𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖 ⤕𝕊𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕫𝕠𝕟𝕖↦↦✿↤↤ The annoyance in his voice was evident to her but she ignored it. She couldn't care less about how he felt, so long as he accepted and did his part of the job. He could be fuming mad and she'd keep her calm demeanor and nonchalant attitude. When he brought out a pack of cigarettes, her eyes narrowed. She didn't see him as the type but hey, people are full of surprises. When he pulled out something, clearly not a smoke, she forced the scoff rising in her throat back. Of course, how could she be surprised? Most people in her line of work had their vices, whether they showed themselves upfront or not was a whole other ballpark. She leaned back and watched him carefully, saying nothing. Maybe, once upon a time, she had sold to him before. That would be quite ironic, wouldn't it?
She took this time to think of her answer to his questions. What kind of work had she seen? Seems her poker face needed to be cleaned up more. If there was one thing she was good at though, it was bullshitting. She sat up straight and gave him a playful smirk, leaning over the table. "What's the fun in telling you everything I know about you? What I've seen you do? I like the idea of people knowing very little about me but knowing loads about them. Don't you? I mean isn't that part of the job...? Remaining mysterious, a guy behind a screen while knowing every intimate detail about someone's life."
She slowly brought herself back into her chair, crossing her legs one over the other. She didn't need to answer much more, she may need him for this but she wasn't about to let the tables be switched on her. She wasn't lying when she told him she preferred to hold the upper hand on others. It's why she kept no paper trails to herself, the most she had online was maybe her store's Facebook page. Alright, he did get a chuckle out of her for the Houdini comparison, it was rather funny. Probably more than it should be. "I'm glad we've covered all our bases. I take this as you accepting the deal then? Sorry, I do have a store to run in the morning. If by some chance you're in the right area, feel free to stop by and shop around." She smirked, pulling out one of the two business cards she always carried on her. This one was for the more...high class clients. It had an odd looking address on it at the top with the words 'Used to Be Yours' in bold. There was no real business hours listed, she didn't need that considering this place was highly guarded at all times. "Please do be aware this is a private business, it's best if you do wish to show up that you do so without being followed." She finally got up, pushing the chair out and making her way to the door. She kept her hand on the handle for a few heartbeats, mulling over the idea of being cheeky or not.
I do love being cheeky. "Maybe I'll make some fettuccine for your visit." She called out, smiling back at him before opening the door and disappearing down the stairs. As soon as she arrived to her car, she took a deep breath and pulled out her burner phone, calling Raymond. "It's done, I'll be back in about...a hour. Maybe more, kinda want some food. Either way, prepare everyone for a meeting."
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Post by Sand on Jul 3, 2020 22:55:30 GMT -5
(how did I forget to reply?)
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Post by Sand on Jul 5, 2020 21:55:48 GMT -5
Devontesafe zone -> heading home | with DeidraWhether Deidra was offended by his smoking habit or not, Devonte didn't care. He heard her scoff at him before inhaling the smoke, then exhaling and blowing it right into her face. It was immature though, to him, it didn't make a difference. They were here to do business, not discuss their vices. So what if he liked a joint every now and then? It wasn't like he was pouring tar straight into his lungs. Her silence left him to wonder for a moment, if Deidra had ever smoked before. She didn't seem to be the type, considering her demeanor.
Her bullshitting was effective, though Devonte was a bit hesitant to believe Deidra. She had a very good point, one he was inclined to side with. He didn't like anyone knowing who he was and what his life included, but he sure liked knowing every detail of someone's life. It was twisted, wasn't it? To crave knowledge that one was supposed to learn by interacting with another person when, really, there was a trail for it that he could easily access?
He left the spliff hanging in his mouth and leaned forward over the table. "Remaining a mystery is easier than you'd think," he said, giving a nod in agreeance with her previous points.
Devonte was more than pleased when he got a reaction, an actual chuckle, out of Deidra. He snickered in response, falling back into his chair before taking another drag on the spliff which was quickly whittling away. "There's no reason for me to pass up this kind a deal, it's too good," he confirmed before raising an eyebrow when she mentioned her store. "Might stop by. I'll think about it."
The moment she placed the card before him, he began analyzing it. Fake as hell, but it's a damn good cover, he thought, stuffing it into his back pocket. He stood up after her, but stayed in place while she made her way to the door, preparing to leave. Hearing her cheeky comment, Devonte promptly made his way to the door once she reached the stairs. "Hope you can make some good ass fettucine then!" he yelled at her, watching Deidra as she made her way down.
There was no reason for him to stay at the hideout any longer. He took one last hit on the stick, dropped it to the ground and twisted it underneath his sneaker. He ducked back into the apartment before grabbing the cigarette pack and the manila folder off of the table. He then turned off the lights and locked the door. Moments later, Devonte was down the stairs and making his way to his roommate's car. He headed home for some shut eye, which was going to be more than necessary with the plans he had ahead of him.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Jul 5, 2020 23:04:14 GMT -5
»𝔻𝕖𝕚𝕕𝕣𝕒⤕𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡 ⤕𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖↦↦✿↤↤ It had been a few days since her last rendezvous with Devonte, she hadn't heard much from him but she didn't stress herself over it. He would come when he thought it was a good time. Right now, she was in the middle of a business deal, the man before her shifting nervously from foot to foot. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to shoot an offer. Sure, it might be a bit uncomfortable to be surrounded by a bunch of people holding guns but it was a security process, something she had warned him of before coming in. After several more moments of silence, she took a few steps toward him. She stood almost a foot taller, which probably didn't help ease his nerves.
"Come on, Martin, we've been doing this dance since you arrived. I warned you about the people with guns, told you to bring the exact amount I wanted and not to bullshit me." She waved her hands to two of her 'workers', both now approaching them. "I'm pretty sure I held up on my end, I have the item you want. Don't tell me you are short on funds, that'll make me very upset." She warned, taking another step close and putting a hand on his shoulder. He was clearly shaking under her touch but she didn't do anything to ease his anxiety, instead she placed another hand over his jacket pocket, feeling around for his wallet. Upon finding it, she freed it from his pocket and threw it at one of the guards behind her. "Count it." She kept her gaze on him as the sound of money being moved around filled the air.
"350 short m'am" She laughed, letting her arms swing down before she turned, back to him, and walked away. This man never learned his lesson did he? He tried to pull the same scummy tactics last time he was here. She let it slide then only because he was new to this type of stuff but she had warned him before coming if he didn't have what she wanted then things would go south quickly for them. "I'll be keeping this as payment since you want to jerk me around across town. I told you last time, if you don't have the exact amount I'm keeping whatever I find on your person." She grabbed the money from her guard and put it in her back pocket, nodding to the item in question so they could move it to the back of the warehouse.
"Now you listen here!" She spun around, the once shaking man was now holding a gun and pointing it at her. She couldn't help but laugh at this, he really thought she wouldn't be prepared for a client to go crazy and demand things from her? She simply flicked her wrist and all the people in the room had their guns pointed at him. She casually strolled back to him and smirked, moving her arms from her chest for him to have a better shot.
"Oh come on, make my night. I'd love it if you tried" Bang. Bang. She was knocked onto her back, groaning. Damn it, Damn it. She undid the bottom buttons of her shirt and looked at the vest for a moment before falling back down. "Is he down?" Several yes's answered her and she groaned once more. Perfect, if she could go one month without being shot by someone that would be great. She felt a shadow go over her and a familiar face filled her vision. "I don't need help up, Raymond. I can..." She tried to lift herself up but fell back down from the stinging pain. "Just give me a moment."
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Post by Sand on Jul 6, 2020 0:39:24 GMT -5
Devontewarehouse | with Deidra & her groupThe day after meeting with Deidra, Devonte had two days scouting out the polling place where the hack would take place. He wasn't surprised that it had several security guards and, at times, two cops whenever things turned bad. The first day he had gone was quiet and the security guards each had their own schedule. Whenever Devonte didn't want to get caught for snooping around, he'd sent a "friend" or two to switch off on shifts. Together, they had gathered more than enough information about the workplace. He even got someone on the inside to volunteer during the polling hours for the election.
Though he hadn't initiated any contact with Deidra in a few days, it was on purpose. He wanted no track of activity with her on his phones as it was too risky for him. Today he planned on showing up at the address she had written on the business card without telling her because, hey, who doesn't like a surprise from their business partner?
Instead of borrowing his roommate's car, he had taken another vehicle that he owned. It was a white Hyundai Accent which blended in well with traffic. It wasn't too new or too old, so it wouldn't give off any red flags due to its condition or so he hoped. He had finally parked across the street from the warehouse as Devonte didn't want to be too close to Deidra's "workplace," if he could call it that.
He stood outside of the building, which was industrial and plain. Not bad of a place to hide some shady deal, he thought, spotting a large side door. There really was no marked entrance that he could find and, to be honest, he didn't want to spend his time finding one. This door was good enough. He yanked on the heavy door and made his way in, making sure it closed quietly behind him.
The scene not too far from him was... not what Devonte expected. Like, not at all. The sound of two bangs going off startled him, his body trembling in terror. What the hell? Did she give me the wrong address? This cannot be her warehouse, he wondered, panicking. He wanted out and he wanted out now. Suck it up, it's just gunshots. You ain't gonna die here, not in this damn warehouse. Maybe your body would probably end up in the port, floatin' out into the ocean and no one would find your ass for months, maybe years. By then, you're decomposed... His train of thought was really not helping with the anxiety that coursed through him, his heart palpitating rapidly that he felt light headed and clammy. You gotta move, maybe Deidra's dead. If she's dead, you're screwed and you won't get that money.
Right, the money, think about the money. He moved forward slowly, shuffling his feet as he did so. He was finally closer to the scene where Deidra was lying with a man leaning over her. Not too far away was another man who appeared to be deceased, lying on the floor as well. Seeing dead bodies right before his dark brown eyes was nothing Devonte had experienced before. Pictures, maybe, yeah, but right in front of him? Hell no. He couldn't leave now, not with all that he had seen. Those people might as well kill my ass if I run away. Especially Deidra, if she's alive. I'm a goddamn witness.
Shuffling his feet again, Devonte was sweating profusely through his lightweight black jacket. It was sticking to his skin so tightly that he felt like he was being choked. He really didn't want Deidra, the men, and the others in the warehouse to know he was there but he didn't have much of a choice. "Jesus." he said under his breath shakily before his voice grew a bit louder. "Christ."
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Jul 6, 2020 1:40:22 GMT -5
»𝔻𝕖𝕚𝕕𝕣𝕒⤕𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡 ⤕𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖↦↦✿↤↤ A somewhat familiar voice hit her ears and she reached out a hand to Raymond, who took it and lifted her up. Even when she was on her feet, he kept a firm grasp on her and let her lean onto him. The pain was evident on her face but she smiled at Devonte as she spotted him. "Hey, it's you! Long time no see" She escaped Raymond's grip on her to go to Devonte, wrapping an arm over his shoulder and leaning on him. She steered him the opposite way of the body, waving her hand behind her for them to clear it out. She kept a hand over where she was shot, wincing every now and then when she stepped.
"I apologize you had to see that, sometimes a deal goes wrong and things just get a bit hectic. We'll have the mess cleaned up soon, until then come on let's go to my office." She had brought him to a door in the back of the warehouse, opening it and stepping inside. She moved away from him and slowly moved across the desk, bringing herself to her seat and sitting down. While sitting, she unbuttoned her shirt all the way to look at where she was shot. She sighed, shaking her head. "Forgetting what just happened, what brings you to my place? Wanna take a shot at me like that last guy? I make a pretty good practice target I'm pretty sure."
{Sorry its short D: }
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