.oO( Job being completed:
https://heavenisfalling.rpg-board.net/t35-the-big-heist-hard-rank )
They're going to rob the bank.
Really, now? Why?
Diamonds. Shiny, sparkly, gleaming diamonds!
.....
Speechless Demi? Contemplating robbing them now, too?
Which bank, and when?
It's across from this little cafe that serves the most delicious hot chocolate.
The cafe Niala's always going to... got it.
Weeeee! Save some diamonds for me, Demitria!
Shut the hell up...
So, someone wanted to rob that bank across from the cafe she had first met Niala in... interesting. Of course, the voices in her head thought she was going to go steal the diamonds herself; she wasn't. This was just going to be something to do, something to keep herself occupied with. Something to take her mind off of Spook, off of the fact that more of Aisling's thoughts and feelings were now running rampant through her head. She was becoming more and more like one person with Aisling: the thoughts no longer so much separate as combining.
Unlike when Niala had saved the bank, Demitria didn't bother waiting inside and drinking hot chocolate till the shit ran through her veins. Instead, she had perched herself on top of one of the nearby buildings, where she could keep her gaze resting on the bank: waiting and watching as the sun shown brightly. She'd been there since the bank had opened, keeping tabs on who entered and who exited: photographic memory such a lovely thing. So far, outside of the employee's, two people had so far entered that had never left. Could they have been doing something legit in the bank? Sure..., but for three solid hours? She doubted anything in a bank took that long. So, she was keeping them at the top of the mental pile she was collecting.
Did you get the diamonds yet? I want some! Shaaaarree!
Shut the fuck up, I'm not stealing the diamonds.
Well, consider me here to change your mind!
Why don't you go steal the diamonds yourself if you want them so badly.
... Because I like not being beaten with my own limbs?
Good point, now hush.At least she wasn't alone in her head as she sat there, the usual voices more than enough to keep her company while she kept watch. Minutes turning into hours, hours into shifts. Yet, she still didn't move. Then the clock struck five, chiming loudly nearby. She could hear the commotion in the bank with her sensitive hearing: people packing up, preparing to leave, clocking out. Goodbyes uttered as the bank employee's left several minutes later, heading off to where ever it was that they called home.
Demitria allowed her form to shift forward slightly, like someone ready to jump from a spring board. She went over for a moment the mental pile in her head, noticing that so far there were three people who had been dressed like regular businessmen who had entered the bank and never left. She kept watch still, up until the security guard walked out, locking the doors behind himself, and then headed down to the street to the parking lot he had parked in before the start of his shift.
It was time for action. She launched herself into the air, clearing the several lane wide street. She landed silently on the outside of the building, avoiding the camera that she had seen there when she had first taken her spot across the street. She slipped in through an unlocked upper window, a window no one would think someone would be daring enough to slip through with how high up it was, and how little of a ledge there was to climb on. She crept silently through the office, and then became one with the shadows. She used to the shadows to move: her form completely hidden, unseen at all, and silent.
She slipped the whole way down the steps to the first floor where she could hear voices; which echoed in the mostly empty bank. She watched as one of the robbers began to crack the safe, and she lifted her hand to cover the little giggle that tried to escape her. This was going to be all too funny. She slipped behind the teller counter and kneeled down, looking upwards.
Now where is the little red button?
BUTTON! BUTTON! WHO'S GOT THE BUTTON?!
You're not helping...
Consider me your mental cheerleader.
Cheerleader eh? I hate those stuck up bitches...And there it was, hidden up under the counter, the silent alarm button she had been looking for. She pressed it, sending the signal to the police and whoever else it went to that someone was in the bank and robbing it. Then she figured she might as well have a little fun while she was here. She wrote a quick little note, indicating what was about to happen, addressed to the bank manager and signed with her name: she didn't care if people knew she had come in to save the day or whatever.
With the letter finished she walked up behind the trio, a sadistic grin spreading across her face as fangs elongated. She was going to scare the ever living hell out of them. She forced the shadows off of her body, revealing herself in the most terrifying of ways as she let out a blood curdling scream.
All three of the men turned, guns firing nearly blindly as they took in the horrifying sight of the vampire behind them. A cackle rang out as she used the shadows to slip away before the bullets could even reach her, only to reveal herself in some other location. Bullets followed her as the men continued to fire. But, she kept dodging in the same manner, while scaring them further. Eventually, they ran out of bullets, just as she heard the sirens outside. Good, that meant that the police had nothing to worry about.
"Now that you're out of ammo.. I suggest you walk to the door with your hands up in the air. If you try anything funny I'll be on you... and I'm hungry."The three males complied, walking to the bank doors, their hands in the air as the police used the bank managers key, who had arrived with them, to open the door and apprehend the suspects... With that finished Demitria took off, blending into the shadows of the night.
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