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| Making a Name: Robbing the Bookie | Started by: Whitey_Bulger on Aug 07, '15 03:56 |
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He fixed his jacket as he walked toward the candy store the local bookie used as a front. He was young, he was cocky, and he was out to make a name for himself by any means. He shoved open the door, young kids running past him to both get in and leave, not caring that he stood in their way; he looked at them with disgust, little shits not showing the respect they should, they would soon enough He walked up to the counter, staring the owner in the face, the man looking around nervously before cocking his head to the side officer and scurrying to the other end of the shop where the other customers were. He pulled a sawed off twelve gauge from beneath his jacket, walking to the door and giving it a hard kick open. The shotgun roared to life as the first guard in the room attempted to make a move; the pellets bursting his chest open in a crimson gore, leaving a mist where he once sat, his body simply laying in a puddle on the floor. Afternoon, gentlemen. I'll ask once, put the money in a bag, quick, or I'll fucking kill the next bastard I feel looked at me funny. The other guard and the bookie looked at one another nervously "You know who's book this is?" the Bookie tried to reason he slowly lowered the shotgun, the bodyguard taking a slight breath before he pulled a .38 from his pocket, putting a round into each of the bookie's kneecaps Why the fuck do you think I'm doing this! |
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Its an ugly world we live in. I'd rather not know what you gangsters have to do to prove yourselves. All the violence is a little much for me.
Tony takes out a hanky and dabs the sweat on his forehead. The nearby magazine stand takes his interest and Tony finds himself a nice glossy on fishing. |
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| Reply by: TonyVegas at Aug 07, '15 05:37 | |
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Charlie is down the street when he hears multiple shots go off. Now this would be interesting. He walked his way down before standing in front of a shop. He looked inside to see a man waving a gun around. To his surprise he recognized the man to be his best friend Whitey_Bulgar. Indeed this was very interesting. He smirks to himself. He opens the door and walks in. |
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| Reply by: Charlie at Aug 07, '15 10:30 | |
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he grabs the bag of cash from the bodyguard, the bookie crying on the floor "You won't get away with this!" he put a slug through the guard's skull, the bookie merely laying there. He turned to rush out, smirking as he noticed Charlie Buddy, we got to get going before the cops show up! Come on, I'm parked in the alley out back! the two dart for the Buick, climbing in and speeding off as sirens began in the distance How much we got in the bag? |
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| Reply by: Whitey_Bulger at Aug 07, '15 13:03 | |
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Deadshot is standing on the corner of the street just finishing his last deal of the day when he hears the sirens of the police, he had heard a few gun shots before but to keep it safe he wrapped the deal up quickly pick up his cash and pocketing it all and heading the opposite direction to the client. Minutes later he see's a car speeding past Deadshot takes a looks see who passing him and to check its not the police he had heard before. |
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| Reply by: DeadShot at Aug 07, '15 17:22 | |
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Charlie runs to the car and can't help but hoot and holler. He loved these kind of things. The adrenaline rushed through his body and he couldn't be happier. Whitey_Bulgar asks him how much money he had snatched. Charlie starts counting the cash. After a couple minutes he says. "2,500 man that's a great score". |
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| Reply by: Charlie at Aug 07, '15 17:32 | |
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| he grins you think the bookie on the other side of town has more? Get another score at that size, decent money swinging our way! Shit, you think we should? | |
| Reply by: Whitey_Bulger at Aug 07, '15 17:36 | |
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Charlie takes a second to think. Hell why the Fuck not. All the cops would be held up in this side of town. Might as well try and see what we could get out of these bookies. "Yes let's do it". |
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| Reply by: Charlie at Aug 07, '15 20:45 | |
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| he drives to a remote warehouse along the docks, parking it before climbing out listen, I had some... Hardware stashed inside. This bookie is for high rollers, means he'll have protection. We'll need guns and help if we are to pull this one off | |
| Reply by: Whitey_Bulger at Aug 07, '15 21:27 | |
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It was dark outside. Whitey told him they had to get some more weapons and help. I guess as the next bookie was for high rollers. That ment a lot more protection. Even if that meant more people to take out Charlie was confident he and Whitey had this. Charlie gets out of the car and follows Whitey inside. |
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| Reply by: Charlie at Aug 07, '15 21:35 | |
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He enters the warehouse, grabbing a crowbar from the table and walking over to he three crates. The first contained tommy guns and ammunition, the second has a collection of hand guns, and the third had a mix of rifles and shotguns. He smirked, walking over to a cabinet and opened it, the entire thing filled with ammunition boxes Alright, grab what you need and we'll go knock off that bookie |
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| Reply by: Whitey_Bulger at Aug 07, '15 21:57 | |
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When Charlie gets inside it is dark. Almost scary not scary to him he had been through and seen to many things to be scared of a place like this. It would scare a good amount of people. Whitey shoes him the guns and ammunition. This was amazing. Charlie had a collection of his own and seeing this just made him so happy. He grabs a Tommy Gun and a bunch of ammo and head out to the car. "LETS GET THIS SHIT GOING" says Charlie. |
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| Reply by: Charlie at Aug 08, '15 01:59 | |
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he grabs some shotgun ammo for his sawed off before reloading his .38. He decides on a BAR, pulling out the gun and tossing the strap and carrying handle back into the crate. He loads it, grabbing a few extra magazines that he pockets before meeting Charlie in the car Let's make some money he begins driving across town, they would spill blood this night |
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| Reply by: Whitey_Bulger at Aug 08, '15 09:33 | |
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Charlie smiles. "We are some real mobsters man. Like I've said before. I've made it so far from when I was a little kid man. I have millions now. I'm respected and even feared by some". Charlie makes sure everything is loaded and sits back waiting to arrive at the Bookies |
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| Reply by: Charlie at Aug 08, '15 21:13 | |
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he drives out to the lavish side of town, expensive cars and homes lining the streets. He spit out the window with disgust These people looked down on us, fuck them. Fucking rob 'em when they go to their vacation homes. |
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| Reply by: Whitey_Bulger at Aug 08, '15 21:59 | |
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