Realistic or Modern ｉｎｎｏｃｅｎｃｅ ｌｏｓｔ // a 1x1 rp

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Anya Kent

The Bookworm Twenty-one, Kennedy McMann

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© weldherwings.

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Nathaniel Pearson

The Fiery One Twenty-two, Matthew Noska

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victoria zabielski

the firecracker

♡coded by uxie♡

cade reynolds

the flirt

♡coded by uxie♡

 

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• Anya
• Nate

• the bookworm

  location

  gas station.

  mood

  frustrated, then terrified.

  outfit

  business casual.

  mentions

  apolla .

  anya kent.

  It was a typical Tuesday afternoon for Anya Kent. She had just gotten off of work for her lunch break, and she thought it would be a good idea to just grab a snack and a drink from the closest gas station and call it a day. Her boss was on her case again, she had misplaced an important file, and her creepy co-worker was hitting on her again. Working as a receptionist was not what she had in mind when she graduated high school three years ago, but here she was, working for one of the largest tech companies in the country. She pulled her beat up silver 2004 Toyota Camry into the gas station parking lot, missing the lines for the spot entirely. (What? She never claimed to be a good driver.)
  
  But hey, killing time during her lunch hour might be fun. Anya fumbled around in her purse, finally pulling out a crumpled five dollar bill from the bottom of the bag. She didn't get paid until Friday, so her last five dollars would have to really stretch until payday. It wasn't like she didn't have bare cupboards at her shoebox apartment, but she had been getting creative with feeding herself lately. It was only right that she treated herself to a bag of M&M's and an Arizona Tea.
  
  Anya pulled one of the doors to the gas station open, not even sparing a passing glance to the cashier on duty. She wandered down the first aisle, scanning the shelves for her chocolatey treat, but it wasn't there. All they had were peanut M&M's, and she didn't like those. Guess she could just run on an Arizona Tea until she got home. Anya let out a long sigh, rubbing her temples in frustration. It wasn't worth it to complain to the underpaid, overworked cashier - what was she going to do about it? Likely nothing. She had been an underpaid, overworked cashier at the local dollar store when she was in college. She knew how it was. No one had to tell her twice about how rough it was. Hell, she barely made more than minimum wage working for Immerstech.
  
  She walked over to the wall-to-wall refrigerated section of the store, grabbing the beverage she so desperately desired from the shelf. Before she even had the chance to close the door, however, two masked men barged through the entrance. Anya immediately dropped to the floor, looking for cover behind one of the shelves. She believed that neither one of them saw her, which was good news for her. Maybe, if they were distracted, she could sneak away undetected. But for now, she hid, her heart pounding in her chest. She had left her phone in her purse, so she couldn't dial 911. What a calamity.
  
  Anya was hoping and praying to any and every god and goddess she could think of. She didn't want to die, but she also didn't want to go back to work, either. The office experience had turned out to be a dismal taste of the real world, but it was all she had. The bills kept piling up, and her life just seemed to keep dragging on and on. But this was exciting, if not extremely frightening. She could use something like this in her life to keep her going; that is, if she made it out of this alive.
  
  
  coded by natasha.
  
  
  
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  the fiery one.

  location

  gas station.

  mood

  determined.

  outfit

  dark and mysterious (feat. ski mask, of course).

  mentions

  apolla .

  nathaniel pearson.

  Nathaniel Pearson's life was anything but ordinary. At twenty-two, he was steadily rising through the ranks of the notorious Black Aces gang, aiming to make a name for himself in the business of crime. But a life of crime wasn't always what he had wanted. Circumstances beyond his control had led him to beg at the feet of the gang's leader five years ago. And it was only through the leader's lapse of mercy that Nathan ended up smack dab in the middle of a life of treachery and illegal activities. For all he knew, he could have been executed that fateful day. But yet, here he was, thriving among the narcotic dealers, the thieves, and, unfortunately, the killers. He didn't like the line of work he was doing, but it was too dangerous to try and leave it now. What job could a high school dropout turned gang member get, anyway? No, it was better he stayed put.
  
  Today, he had been ordered to rob a gas station. It wouldn't be the first time he had to do it, nor would it be his last, but it would be the first time he had an accomplice riding alongside him. Nate didn't really know the guy - he mainly kept to himself, doing tasks that could be done without the help of anyone else - but yet, the guy had been assigned to him...or rather, Nathaniel had been assigned to the guy. Either way, he wasn't looking forward to having to do this with a partner, especially one he couldn't trust. Now, he was driving to the station in his (stolen) black 1974 Cadillac Coupe DeVille, the guy (Nathan hadn't picked up his name, even though he had already been told it). The only thing cutting through the uncomfortable silence was the static that played on the radio.
  
  Time passed by slowly, but Nate and his partner finally made it to the gas station, parking a subtle distance away. He pulled on his ski mask, arming himself with a pistol concealed in his back pocket. His long jacket covered it - no suspicion there. Five years ago, he would have panicked at the thought of having to do something like this. Today, it was second nature to him. Nathaniel glanced over at his accomplice. "Ready?"
  
  Once he had been given the okay, Nathan and his partner stormed into the station, right up to the counter. It didn't look like anyone else was in there - the less witnesses, the better. He pointed his gun at the blonde, his hand steady. "Give me all the money in the register. Now." he barked. He nudged his partner as if to say, 'Check the premises for witnesses.' Little did he know that he would be making a huge mistake by letting him go. Nate had been instructed to make it as bloodless as possible - no slaughter, no abduction. "Hurry up." he snarled, growing impatient. How long was it going to take for this cashier to give him what he wanted?
  
  If he hadn't been forced to rob this place, he might have come here to fill up his tank, or grab a snack or two. But that wasn't the way it was, and here Nathaniel stood, restless as he waited for her to do something - anything, at this point. He had to come away from this with something - he couldn't just go back to the leader with nothing. What kind of criminal would he be if he came up empty-handed? He hated disappointing the leader. It felt like an eternity as he pointed the gun at the cashier, waiting for something to happen. Unfortunately for Nathan, something would happen, and he wasn't going to like it.
  
  
  coded by natasha.

 

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• Tori
• Cade

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  "Are you kidding me? I have plans today, dad." Cradling the phone between her shoulder and her ear, Tori lifted the nail polish brush off of the toenail she'd been working on, lifting her head slightly to stare at the wall. "I told you, it's Cici's birthday and we're all going-"
  
  "I don't really care, Victoria." The man on the other line cut her off, her lips thinning into a barely there line. "Robbie has to take Amy to the hospital, so he can't work the shift. I don't have anyone else to cover. Be there at one." Before she could even say a word, her father disconnected the call, though she sat there for a few moments more before she finally reached up to take the phone away from her ear. Her lips twitched into an annoyed frown, but she resisted the urge to throw something. Somehow, she managed to finish her nails without exploding, though that didn't stop her from fuming over the situation the entire time.
  
  A quick glance at the clock told her it was going on nine thirty, which meant she had plenty of time to take a quick nap and then get ready. So that's exactly what she did. Only... when her alarm went off at eleven, she snoozed it until about two thirty, which put her 'getting ready' process behind. By the time she showered, did her hair and her makeup and threw on a carefully planned outfit, it was already almost one. But Victoria moved on her own time, so she didn't rush. Arriving at the ragtag gas station about a quarter after one, she took the time to check her reflection in the mirror before finally getting out and ambling inside.
  
  The guy behind the counter was obviously irritated she was late, but she just shrugged. "Blame Robbie." Even though it really wasn't her brother's fault that his kid was sick, Tori wasn't about to take accountability for her own actions. The guy working-- whose name she didn't even know-- stormed out of the store, leaving Tori on her own. Heaving a small sigh, she tugged a stool out of the back room and put it behind the counter, pulling herself onto it. She'd be damned if she was about to do anything more than she had to. The time passed slowly, business slower than molassis, and when the bell above the door signaled a customer she didn't even look up from her phone.
  
  That same nonchalance would bite her in the ass when two masked men stormed in. It was his voice that caused a chill to run down her spine, her eyes finally tearing away from instagram to see the gun first. Her eyes widened, her lips parting as she froze. One of the men broke away from the counter, disappearing down into one of the aisles, but Tori couldn't look away from the one in front of her. He snapped at her to hurry up, and Tori slid to her feet as she turned to the register. Her brain short circuted, but as she was searching for the button that opened the register, she heard the voice of the second robber. Glancing up, she saw that he was dragging a girl up towards the front by her arm.
  
  What she did next was stupid, but she was doing it before she could tell herself it wasn't a good idea. Snatching the baseball bat from under the counter, she hauled back and aimed for the hand holding the gun.
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  Cade

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  gas station aisle

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Click! [with ski mask]

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  Nate wasn't the only one here not excited to be working with a partner. If Cade had his way, he wouldn't be doing this at all. It'd been a rough childhood for Cade, and to be honest, he was used to taking care of himself. His mother hadn't been worth a damn, and his father ran off when Cade was just a boy. It'd pretty much just been Cade for as long as he could remember, save for the few times where his mother had been sober enough to be present. He'd learned quickly how to feed himself, dress himself, clean himself... do all of that shit to remain as under the radar as possible. Stealing to survive became second nature to him.
  
  But then he'd gotten fucking caught. Almost by the cops, but not quite. The twenty two year old had narrowly escaped the sirens, only to run straight into the clutches of the Black Aces. Falling into the gang lifestyle hadn't been on his agenda, but it was better than death or prison. And it wasn't like he couldn't fit in, considering the skills he'd maintained and polished since a young age. But now, since he was still relatively new and couldn't be trusted, he'd been assigned to Nate. Or Nate had been assigned to him, however you wanted to look at it. Either way, they were stuck together for a while.
  
  Tonight they'd been told to rob a rundown little gas station in a not great part of town, and it was clear to Cade that Nate wasn't the talkative type. But that was fine with Cade. The quiet ride gave him time to think, and focus on the gun resting on his leg. He wasn't a stranger to them, knew how to shoot, how to take them apart and clean them, all of that. He'd just always been of the mindset that he didn't want to use one unless he had to. But even with this particular job, the guns were supposed to be just for show. Just to instill fear so they could get what they needed. That's all he had to focus on.
  
  Hearing Nate's voice asking if he was ready, Cade nodded. "Yeah." His voice was low, like it usually was when he was concentrating. Pulling the dark mask on over his face, he got out of the vehicle at the same time as Nate, and they stormed into the shop. The blonde behind the counter stared at the gun Nate pointed at her, and Cade automatically scanned the rest of the store. Feeling Nate nudging his side, Cade just nodded and disappeared down one of the aisles, glancing back when he heard Nate tell the blonde to hurry up. He'd just gotten to the back of the store when he saw it.
  
  Or her, rather. Ducked down as though that would help her not be discovered, Cade narrowed his eyes at her. "Up." He instructed, pointing the gun at her and lifting the barrel to show what he wanted. He saw the tea in her hands and immediately made the connection that she wasn't an employee. At least, he highly doubted it. But she still couldn't be left alone back here, not until he and Nate had the money and were on their way the fuck back to home base. "I said up." He growled again, his gun-free hand shooting out to grab her arm, yanking her up and then back down the aisle with him.
  
  "Just one more." He informed Nate, though if he'd known what was going to happen, he wouldn't have said a word. The blonde glanced at him, and then shit just went to hell. Suddenly she whipped out an old baseball bat, and swung it at Nate. Cade's grip immediately tightened on the girl's arm, bringing her around to the front of him and backing them both up until his back hit a shelf. "You fucking move, I'll make sure you regret it." He hissed in her ear, lifting the gun to press against her neck. Though his words were dark and serious, on the inside, he could feel that his heart rate had picked up. The fuck was that girl thinking?
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  ♡coded by uxie♡

 

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• Anya
• Nate

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  the bookworm

  location

  gas station.

  mood

  terrified.

  outfit

  business casual.

  mentions

  apolla .

  anya kent.

  Anya's cover was blown. She heard footsteps headed her way. This couldn't possibly be good. She pressed up against the shelf, as if it would make her seem undetected. Her efforts were in vain, for she soon saw a pair of men's shoes stop in front of her. "Up." was his demand. She couldn't bring it to herself to look him in his eyes - all she saw was the barrel of the gun, aimed directly in between her eyes. Anya was frozen, paralyzed in total fear. Oh, if she would have just stayed at work...Maybe exciting wasn't what she needed right now after all.
  
  "I said up." And before she could move, the robber pulled her to her feet, pulling her over to his accomplice. "Just one more." he informed his partner in crime. One more what? One more innocent bystander killed in the sake of making money? If they were so hard pressed for cash, then they could have just got a job. Why bring someone in who had nothing to do with this? She didn't need this. The cashier didn't need this. Why did they feel the need to do all of this?
  
  Anya made no attempt to struggle - she knew that she'd be shot dead if she squirmed against his tight grip. She focused her eyes on the cashier, who was also being held hostage. Anya hoped that she would just give them what they wanted so that they could leave and never return. Hell, she didn't even care about calling the police at this point. If she could get this damn gun pointed anywhere else besides her head, then she'd be content. She wasn't a badass like in the movies - she couldn't do anything heroic in a time like this. But the cashier had another plan in mind as she grabbed a baseball bat from seemingly out of nowhere, swinging it at the other robber. He moved out of the way almost just in time to not be hit...almost. She grazed him with the bat, leading to a pained yelp coming from the criminal. Anya felt her captor's grip on her tighten even more as he moved her to stand in front of him, moving the gun to the nape of her neck. A gasp escaped her lips at the sensation of the cold gun pressing up against her neck.
  
  "You fucking move, I'll make sure you regret it." His breath was hot and uncomfortable against her neck. What was this cashier trying to do, get her killed? Better yet, both of them killed? What was she thinking? Was she crazy? Anya closed her eyes. She didn't want to see the blood and gore that would surely come once the robber shot and killed that poor girl behind the counter. Hopefully her captor would grant her some mercy by letting her go. She would do just about anything to get free. Anya wouldn't even call the cops if that was what he wanted. Her fate laid in the hands of what the first robber at the counter had in mind.
  
  
  coded by natasha.
  
  
  
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  the fiery one.

  location

  gas station.

  mood

  determined.

  outfit

  dark and mysterious (feat. ski mask, of course).

  mentions

  apolla .

  nathaniel pearson.

  
  Nate was impatient. What was the hold up here, exactly? He had been through this before. He had pointed the gun at countless cashiers, demanding the money from their registers. He had seen the fear in their eyes as he held the gun steady, aiming smack dab in the middle of their foreheads. But something was different here, and he couldn't put his finger on it. Nathan was stumped until he saw the bat. He attempted to dodge the swing, but he didn't miss it entirely. The hard surface collided with his side, nearly bringing him to his knees. He let out a pained yelp. Nathaniel hadn't planned for this in the slightest. Now what he was going to do?
  
  At least his partner had the other girl locked up tight. He wouldn't have to worry about her blabbing if it came down to it. Nate had to get the bat out of her hands - but how? All he knew was that he had a short time to do it. He decided that a warning shot would be the best solution. Nathan cocked his gun, aiming it directly at the cashier's forehead before firing just shy of her ear, piercing a carton of cigarettes behind her. That gave him enough time to disarm her, sliding the bat across the floor over to Cade. He knew it'd be safe with him.
  
  "Now listen here, and listen good. You're going to get me the money out of this register, or the next bullet out of this gun will be in your head." Nate sneered, focusing the gun back on the cashier. It was a lie, of course - he had been instructed against killing anyone, but he had to scare this girl somehow. This robbery absolutely had to be a success, or else the leader would have his ass. He was doing everything he could to prevent this thing from going bust, but there wasn't a guarantee everything would go to plan.
  
  Nathan glanced back at Cade. He was doing his part, so why couldn't he do what he had come here to do? "Give me the fucking money." he demanded, leaning in closer now with the pistol. Maybe the lack of distance would encourage her to do the right thing. He had never shot anyone from this range before - certainly, if he had to, he'd kill her. That wasn't what he wanted. What he wanted was for this girl to hand over the contents of the register. But of course, that seemed too difficult for her. Nathaniel was utterly frustrated, and it showed (or would have; ski mask, duh) on his face.
  
  He was one of the best specialists when it came to armed robberies, which was why he usually was put on these tasks. But something was holding him back. Nathan could have said fuck it and killed the cashier just like that. He had good reason to, especially after she hit him like that. He could claim self-defense when it came to the leader. What was holding him back? His conscience? He had lost that inner voice years ago. So what was the problem? Nate just couldn't put his finger on it. All he knew was that this girl was testing his patience.
  
  
  coded by natasha.

 

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• Tori
• Cade

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  Tori

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  panicked

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  behind the counter

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  The baseball bat was there for a reason, though it likely wasn't to swing at someone pointing a gun at her. In fact, when she would look back on this moment later, she would specifically remember her father telling her not to engage with someone trying to rob the place. He carried, and she knew without a doubt he wouldn't let somebody rob them, but he'd specifically told her that if someone were to try and rob the place while she was alone here, to do whatever they said and call the cops-- and him-- right after. Of course, she didn't remember any of that when her eyes landed on the bat now. Without even thinking her idiotic plan through, she'd grabbed the bat and swung, feeling a sick sense of satisfaction when she connected.
  
  That satisfaction was short lived, however. Without warning, the masked man pulled the trigger and her scream pierced the air, but only after the bullet whizzed past her ear and lodged in something behind her. The bat was wrenched from her hands, and she barely registered the sound of it clattering across the floor towards the other masked man. Tori had squeezed her eyes shut when he shot the gun, but upon hearing his threat they popped back open and found his eyes. Her lips parted and she drew in a shaky breath, hesitating for a few seconds before she nodded. "O-okay." She glanced towards the other two, closing her mouth before she turned back to the register. Now unarmed and defenseless, the gravity of the situation was truly setting in.
  
  Trying to think clearly, Tori stared at the buttons on the register for a few seconds before she remembered the correct buttons to push to pop open the drawer. Within a few seconds, she had the drawer popped open, revealing the stack of greens within. Not that they'd be getting away with that much; certainly, it wasn't worth it, in her opinion. Her eyes shot towards the other two, her heart pounding in her chest when she saw that the other masked man had his gun pressed on the girls neck. She didn't even have to be a part of this, but it was too fuckin' late now. Swallowing heavily, Tori returned her attention to the money, beginning to pull the bills from the drawer and stack them in her hands, not moving too quickly but not dragging her feet either.
  
  When she had everything, including the larger bills from under the till, Tori stepped back and turned to face him. "Hope it was worth it." She snapped, before she made her second mistake. She half shoved, half threw the bills in his direction, backing up right after. She stared for about a second before she turned and rounded the counter, where the second male had dropped his gun from pointing it at the girl, and now pointed it at Tori.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  gas station aisle

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Click! [with ski mask]

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  Robbing this gas station was supposed to be a cake job. There was just the one girl behind the counter, and then the one who'd been hiding that Cade had found. But the tiny blonde employee had spunk, though Cade thought that it was less spunk and more stupidity. He didn't doubt that Nate had that under control, especially as the other man fired off a warning shot that barely had Cade flinching. Instead, he just tightened his grip on the girl in front of him, digging the barrel of the gun further into her neck. Next thing he knew, Nate had disarmed the blonde and the baseball bat was rolling in their direction. Lifting a booted foot, Cade stomped down on the baseball bat, stopping it in its tracks and sliding it to the side. "Fucking idiot." He growled out, his words less directed at Anya and moreso just his own commentary.
  
  With his heart still hammering against his ribcage, Cade just looked between the blonde and Nate, watching as the girl finally started to open the drawer. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to calm his heart rate. Things were finally going like they were supposed to, and it wouldn't be much longer before he and Nate were gone. He knew he'd never fuckin' come back to this gas station though, that was for sure. He'd never be able to walk into this establishment without thinking about today, and his body language would probably give him away more than anything. But he shoved those thoughts from his mind, reopening his eyes just in time to see the employee turning to Nate with the money. He'd just relaxed some when she made her smartass comment, and he knew shit was about to go wrong again.
  
  And sure as shit, it did. She shoved the money in Nate's direction, then moved around the counter. Without hesitating, Cade pulled the gun away from Anya's neck, pointing it instead at Tori. "You're not very bright, are you?" He asked her, his tone laced with annoyance. "Two men walk into your store with guns, and you're swinging baseball bats and throwing money around?" Resisting the urge to fire a warning shot just like Nate had, he walked forward a few steps, dragging Anya with him. "You need to sit down and shut the fuck up, blondie, before you end up seriously hurt." Surely she had a family who would miss her. A boyfriend, friends, anybody. So why she was trying to play the part of the hero was beyond him; in fact, it made zero sense.
  
  Glancing down at the girl in his arms, Cade just sighed as he slid his gaze over to Nate, wishing the other man would give the sign that they could fucking go. But there were bills all over the floor, and he knew they needed to grab as much as they could, if not everything. Cade had no idea why this particular place had been a target, but really, it wasn't any of his business. Nor was it Nate's, as far as he knew. They just needed to do the fucking job.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  ♡coded by uxie♡

 

[fieldofclover]

• Anya
• Nate

• 
  
  the bookworm

  location

  gas station.

  mood

  terrified.

  outfit

  business casual.

  mentions

  apolla .

  anya kent.

  The gunshot rang in Anya's ears as the first robber fired his gun. Her eyes shut tight - she didn't want to see the cashier getting killed. The gun in her neck was pressed even deeper. She wasn't making it out of here alive, was she? "Fucking idiot." Anya's captor grumbled from behind her. She carefully opened her eyes to see the cashier alive and well, finally opening the drawer to give the criminal what he wanted: the cold hard cash within the register. Hopefully this would all be over very soon. Hopefully no blood would be shed. Why did she have to be here? Anya did nothing wrong, but yet, the universe must have been punishing her for something she had did or said.
  
  But then the cashier decided to do the unthinkable. "Hope it was worth it." And before anyone could do anything, she threw the money at the robber. His partner in crime moved the gun away from Anya's neck, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. But he was now pointing the gun at the cashier instead. "You're not very bright, are you? Two men walk into your store with guns, and you're swinging baseball bats and throwing money around?" Her captor wasn't very happy with the cashier. Anya wasn't either. She couldn't help but agree with the guy - how stupid was this girl to try and be the hero in this situation? If Anya were behind the counter, she'd have given the money up in a heartbeat. She was pulled alongside her captor a few steps forward. "You need to sit down and shut the fuck up, blondie, before you end up seriously hurt." Why this cashier wasn't playing by the rules puzzled Anya. Didn't she value her own life?
  
  Then she heard it - the faint sound of sirens in the distance. Anya hadn't called 911, nor had the cashier (at least, to her knowledge). Who was this guardian angel who had come to their rescue? All she had to do was wait for the police to show up and then she'd be free to go. Anya silently thanked the concerned individual who thought it best to call the police after hearing a gunshot. Once she got out of here, she'd never take another day for granted after this harrowing situation.
  
  coded by natasha.
  
  
  
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  the fiery one.

  location

  gas station.

  mood

  determined.

  outfit

  dark and mysterious (feat. ski mask, of course).

  mentions

  apolla .

  nathaniel pearson.

  
  Finally the cashier had some sense in her to get the money for him. It seemed like an eternity as Nathaniel watched her pick up the bills, one by one. But eventually, she had gathered all of it. "Now, was that so hard?" he retorted, his sarcasm getting the best of him. Apparently she didn't like that, considering her next move was to throw the money at him. "Hope it was worth it." the cashier muttered as her back hit the tobacco selection behind her. Nathan had never seen such a feisty robbery victim in all the time he had took part in these robberies. She was really something else. If he wasn't the one who had to rob her, and he had come in as just a simple customer, maybe he would have asked her out on a date. She was rather pretty, after all.
  
  The girl moved around the counter. Cade pointed his gun away from the hostage in his arms and to her. Nate did the same with one hand, the other hand scooping up some of the money that had fallen around him. He shoved the money inside his jacket pocket, slowly backing away. This robbery wouldn't be a high rewarding one, but once he told the story to the leader, he was sure that he wouldn't get reprimanded. But then he heard something he dreaded - sirens. Nate looked to Cade. What were they to do now? No robbery of his had ever gone this badly before. Without thinking, he went for the cashier, pulling her by her arm towards the entrance, gun still pointed at her head. There was no time for him to think of a better plan.
  
  
  coded by natasha.

 

[apolla]

• Tori
• Cade

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  Tori

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  mood.

  
  

  
  

  panicked

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  location.

  
  

  
  

  behind the counter

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  outfit.

  
  

  
  

  Click!

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  Tori had no idea what she was doing. Really, none. The ideas and snark just kept coming, which wasn't abnormal for her, even in stressful situations. But this was a new one for her, and instead of just cooperating, she was digging herself deeper and deeper into a hole. Money went flying, individual bills falling to the ground as she made quick work of rounding the counter. She came to a dead stop when the other man shifted his gun to point at her, swallowing heavily as she stood there. She'd run out of ideas, and she kept waiting for everything to end. For her world to go black. She couldn't even register the words he said to her.
  
  But after a few long seconds, another sound did register in her brain. Sirens. Her head whipped towards the door, her heart skipping a beat when she realized what was happening. She thought about darting to the door, but her feet wouldn't move. Her eyes jumped back to the man with the gun still pointed at her, but it was clear to her that he'd heard the sirens too. If he and the other guy would just go, she and the redhead would be just fine. Tori would deal with the police, shut the door down, and never fucking come back. She was certain the other girl never would either, but Tori honestly didn't care.
  
  But then her plans shattered when the first man-- who she'd just assumed was busy still grabbing the money-- suddenly appeared beside her. He grabbed her arm and she gasped, not able to respond as he started pulling her towards the door. "What are you-" The afternoon air hit her as he managed to pull her outside, and it was then that her brain caught up to what was happening. She immediately started trying to fight him, using her nails to claw at any part of him she could reach. "Let me go!" She cast a quick glance backwards, seeing the other masked man pulling the redhead along, and Tori realized what was happening. Looking back at the one who had her, Tori tried wrenching her arm out of his grip while simultaneously grabbing for his mask... and pulling it off.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  bold

  
  
  

  ♡coded by uxie♡
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  Cade

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  mood.

  
  

  
  

  deadly

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  location.

  
  

  
  

  gas station aisle

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  outfit.

  
  

  
  

  Click! [with ski mask]

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  This job was quickly proving to be more trouble than it was worth. Cade was silently grateful for the meek redhead he was holding, as the blonde was quite the firecracker. He knew they'd been ordered not to kill anybody, but what the hell else were they supposed to do at this point? At the very least, Nate could knock her out or something. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Cade kept his gun trained on the blonde, who'd finally seemed to get the hint that she needed to fucking stop. She just stood there, and the redhead hadn't moved or tried to fight him, either. He thought that things could finally get back on track, but when he heard the sirens, that thought flew from his mind and he felt the blood drain from his face behind the mask.
  
  His eyes immediately found Nate, and he watched as the other man grabbed the blonde and started towards the door. There wasn't any time to figure anything out. "Fucking christ." He muttered under his breath, looking down at the redhead. "Come on." Pushing her towards the door, he made sure to tighten his grip, just in case she suddenly decided she wanted to fight. They reached the outside and Cade automatically looked around, grateful for the semi desolate area the shop was placed in. Keeping his gun in his hand, his other fingers wrapped around her arm, he followed Nate's trail in the direction of the van. The blonde was fighting Nate, and Cade knew that if she kept it up, someone was bound to hear her or come investigate and he and Nate would be fucked.
  
  They'd just reached the van when it happened. One second, the blonde was fighting a masked Nate, and the next, Cade could just stare as he realized she'd pulled his mask off. For a few seconds, he couldn't move. But then he just went into autopilot. Dragging Anya to the van, he wrenched open the passenger side, gesturing to her with the gun and then into the van. "Get in." His tone left no room for argument, but if she did, he'd force her in anyway. He also yanked open the back door, nodding to Nate. "Get her in, and shut her up." Popping open the glove box, he snatched a pair of handcuffs out, and within a few short seconds had her cuffed to the handle in front of her. He shot her a warning look before he moved back, slamming the door shut and jogging to the drivers seat, grabbing the keys Nate had left in the cupholder and starting the van. As soon as Nate and blondie were in, he'd be off.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  flirt

  
  
  

  ♡coded by uxie♡

 

[fieldofclover]

• Anya
• Nate

• 
  
  the bookworm

  location

  gas station.

  mood

  terrified.

  outfit

  business casual.

  mentions

  apolla .

  anya kent.

  Well, wasn't this lovely? Anya watched as the first robber dragged the cashier outside. They couldn't just leave well enough alone, could they? First a robbery, now an abduction. This day couldn't get any worse now, could it? Her captor brought her forward, bringing her outside as well. She wasn't going to be stupid like the cashier and fight her way free - she'd obey this guy if it meant that she got to stay alive, even for a few more moments. If she ever got free, she was going to kiss the ground that she walked on. How insignificant her everyday problems seemed now that her life was on the line.
  
  They stopped in front of a van, where the cashier and the robber were entangled in a fight once more. That spunk that she had was going to get herself hurt, or worse, killed. Did she not value her own life? Anya sure as hell did. All she wanted to do was go back to her low-paying job, to her tiny apartment...anywhere would be better than here right now. But unfortunately, she didn't think she was going to be going anywhere on her own for the foreseeable future. Now Anya wasn't a fighter, by any means, but that girl had what was coming to her. If she ever saw that cashier again once she was free, she was going to beat her scrawny ass to a pulp. A helpless Anya watched the cashier and the robber tussle until the worst possible scenario happened for everyone involved: the robber's mask had come off.
  
  It all happened in a flash. Anya was forced to walk around to the passenger side of the van. "Get in." her captor had ordered, still pointing the gun at her. She wasn't going to disobey him now - she got in as soon as the words left his mouth. Anya wasn't going to die over her own stubbornness, that was for sure. If the cashier wanted to do that, she would be on her own in that regard. She could have tried to escape (key word: tried), as her captor had left her side for the time being to open the back door, but that would be an idiotic move on her part. It wasn't long before he returned with a pair of handcuffs, snapping them over her hands and then to the handle in front of her. There was no way Anya could escape now. He hopped in the driver's seat, turning the key in the ignition. Where were they going to be heading now?
  
  coded by natasha.
  
  
  
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  the fiery one.

  location

  gas station.

  mood

  determined.

  outfit

  dark and mysterious (feat. ski mask, of course).

  mentions

  apolla .

  nathaniel pearson.

  
  Nate wasn't thinking, just doing, at this point. As he pulled the cashier from the gas station into the parking lot, she started to claw at him at an attempt to break free. As much as it hurt, he kept a tight grip on her arm. She wasn't getting away that easy. She might believe that, but she wasn't getting the upper hand here, not now, not ever. He knew that Cade had the redhead on a tight leash - she wasn't going anywhere any time soon. If the blonde he was holding hostage would have done the same, then he wouldn't be here right now. He and Cade would have gotten away scot-free with the money, never to return to the dingy run-down station. But of course, the cashier wanted to do what she wanted to do, even with a fucking gun pointed at her head.
  
  "Let me go!" the girl screeched, her shrill voice piercing his ears. "Will you shut the fuck up?" Nathan hissed back. He was trying to make this run as smoothly as possible, but it wasn't exactly going his way, what with her refusing to back down and all. He was never going to rob anything ever again after this disastrous attempt. He'd take any other assignment over this next time. As she pulled and pulled at a desperate attempt to break free, Nathaniel continued to drag her in the direction of the van. He was almost there - then, he could get her cuffed inside and they could escape before the cops got there. But what he didn't expect to happen, much like the rest of the day, happened. The blonde had ripped off his mask, leaving him exposed to the elements. Shit. She'd recognize him for sure now.
  
  That might have stopped the cashier in her tracks, but it gave Nathan a crucial advantage that no one else saw coming. He swiftly picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. It would be easier to get her in the van like this, and quicker too. Nate sprinted over to the van, where Cade had opened the back door for him in preparation for the girl to be locked up in the backseat. He used his free hand to open the front passenger door, quickly retrieving another set of handcuffs before slamming the door shut and tossing the blonde in the backseat. Nathan managed to cuff her to the handle above the window, which wasn't an easy task, considering the fact that she liked to fight. He ran around to the other side, hopping in. "Go!" he yelled at Cade, and then they were off.
  
  coded by natasha.