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Peter Simmons sat back from the breakfast table as he lit a cigarette and shook open the morning edition. His wife, Edith, began clearing away the dishes. He frowned and shook his head, slapping the paper with the back of his hand. “I can’t believe these cops”, he complained, “they get paid all that money, and they’re not getting anywhere on all of these recent jewelry store robberies. Crime is running rampant I tell ya! What have we had now? I think it’s been six burglaries in as many days?” He heard the familiar “Yes dear” from his wife of fifty years who was obviously not listening to him, and shook his head as he turned the page.
“It’s silly really. What with all the technology out there? You would think they’d be able to catch this guy.” He frowned, took a drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke out. Another article caught his eye, and he straightened slightly. “Hey! Edith! The Russian circus is in town! What do you think about hitting a show for old time’s sake?” He grinned and sat back as the nostalgia of childhood memories of all the sights and sounds of the circus flooded his mind. He took another drag from his cigarette, smiled and nodded as he sipped his coffee.
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Afanas Gregorovich looked up at the soft knock at the door of his trailer. He answered with a gravely Russian accent, “Enter.” The door opened slowly and a small, waifish girl stood there. She was several inches shorter than five feet, and dressed in a white spandex and leotard outfit with black triangles pressed all over it in a comical array. Her face was painted white, with painted black lips and black tears running down her cheeks. She hugged a ratty teddy bear to her torso as Afanas smiled and gestured her in, while switching to Russian as he spoke, “Ah, Alya my little flower. What is it that you bring me tonight?” He turned from her as he removed the black silk shirt he was wearing, revealing a towering rose adorned cathedral with three spires, and a prominent star on his shoulder. He looked at the small girl over his shoulder as he pulled on a blazing red shirt. She stepped up to his desk , dug her slender fingers into one of the rips in her well-loved teddy bear, tugged a black velvet bag from within it, and placed it upon the desk.
He moved over to the desk and sat, before pointing at the wooden chair situated on the other side. He ordered, “Sit.” Alya moved to the chair and sat, placing her teddy bear atop her lap before resting her chin upon its head. He untied the bag and upended it, causing a cascade of glittering diamonds to spill out and tumble about his desktop. He smiled at his favored worker and nodded approvingly as he spoke, “Well done my Alya. You never cease to amaze me. You did this all in one hit?” She nodded. He looked at the pile of stones and asked, “These were in the case?” He spied the shake of negativity of her head. He nodded and said, “A safe? Very nice my little flower. You never give me reason to be unpleased with you.”
He scraped the stones off the desktop into his palm and slid them into the bag, which he tied and slid into his shirt. He stood up, which caused her to stand as well. He grabbed a large, black, great coat and held it out to her as he asked, “Alya, help me with this please.” She climbed onto the chair and stood upon its seat as she held the coat up for him to slide his arms into. He turned and looked at the diminutive girl, stroking her chin gently and spoke, “Come little flower. The show starts soon, and we can’t be without clowns eh?” She smirked ever so slightly at his nightly joke and nodded agreeably. He turned and she hopped down soundlessly to the floor. She followed him out of the trailer and towards the great tent that had been set up as center ring not far away.
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Ok folks. This is a role play that will revolve around a grouping of criminals, who all specialize is specific tasks to accomplish a goal to be set in game, once characters are announced. The aim of this game is to bring together a set of individuals with all of the usual back drama that occurs when criminals convene. You get to choose your character’s actions and dealings, and either reap the rewards, or suffer possible consequences if you’re caught. I would appreciate it greatly if you were to choose amongst the criminal career path I lay out for better game flow, however, the choice of what you play is, as always, entirely up to you. So saying, I also urge you to try to play something outside your comfort zone if you feel like it. The choice might open new experiences for you in gaming. If you have any specific questions, I’ll happily address them, though I’d prefer keeping them to PM if we could.
The rules are simple. Most importantly, the rules set forth in the Campfire Forum are of course in play. If you’re unfamiliar with them, I invite you to read them before writing your character up. I would also really appreciate it if we could all keep our posts on this thread to a paragraph or more of text. I’m not a huge fan of one line responses, and I know the mods aren’t, and it’s fairly easy to write several sentences at a minimum when you try. So saying… the list of criminals.
Hacker: An individual with superior computer, and more importantly internet navigation skills
Boxman: An individual who specializes in locks. Today’s day and age also includes electronic security system knowledge.
Con: An individual whose mastery of disguise, accents, and acting earns them things through trickery
Driver: An expert in anything motorized and how to improve/fix it
Tough: An individual who specializes in weaponry, and hands on fighting, for when everybody else screws the pooch
Burglar: An individual who specializes in breaking and entering into buildings
Fixer: Theoretical leader of the group. Person responsible for representing the members in the underworld.
I’ve introduced the character I intend on playing in the entry of this thread. Here is the sheet I would appreciate to represent whom you choose.
Name (Real Name): Alya Petrova
Alias (What you call yourself, or are known in the criminal world as): None
Age (Real Age): 23
Height (Real height): 4’6
Weight (Real weight): 90 lbs.
Occupation (Cover) - (Criminal activity, cover job if you use one): Burglar (Circus acrobat)
Equipment (What you own for your criminal activity, and anything else pertinent): Black cat suit, lamp black, shark skin gloves, rope and grapple, glass cutter, small crowbar. Official Russian passport, Visa, circus clothes.
Bio (Put as much or as little as you’d like. Justify your skills at least): Alya was born in St. Petersburg. Though it was deemed she would never talk because of a birth defect, she was accepted and loved by her family. When she was 10 years old, Chechnyan Serbs attacked her family, and she witnessed the brutal murders of her father, mother, and older brother. The traumatic event shocked her to the extent that her body shut down its usual biology, and she ceased growing. Though she is 23 years old, she appears no older than early teens at best. She was a comrade of the state for a short stint, until she tired of the abuse of the overseeing matron and she stole off to make her own way in the world. To survive, she became a master pickpocket, often using her child-like appearance to woo unsuspecting marks close enough to pick. She made the inevitable mistake of picking the wrong target, when she chose Pytor Jovachev, a captain of the Russian Mafia. He was amused by the brazenness of the small woman, and impressed enough with her skills to inter her into the mafia, involuntarily. Death or join always makes the decision simple. She was given to Afanas Gregorovich, who had a nice cover circus business going. There she was trained as an acrobat, and burglar. She has been working for the Russian Mafia for the past thirteen years. They’ve recently travelled to America, the land of opportunity, both to entertain the crowds and rob them blind.
“It’s silly really. What with all the technology out there? You would think they’d be able to catch this guy.” He frowned, took a drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke out. Another article caught his eye, and he straightened slightly. “Hey! Edith! The Russian circus is in town! What do you think about hitting a show for old time’s sake?” He grinned and sat back as the nostalgia of childhood memories of all the sights and sounds of the circus flooded his mind. He took another drag from his cigarette, smiled and nodded as he sipped his coffee.
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Afanas Gregorovich looked up at the soft knock at the door of his trailer. He answered with a gravely Russian accent, “Enter.” The door opened slowly and a small, waifish girl stood there. She was several inches shorter than five feet, and dressed in a white spandex and leotard outfit with black triangles pressed all over it in a comical array. Her face was painted white, with painted black lips and black tears running down her cheeks. She hugged a ratty teddy bear to her torso as Afanas smiled and gestured her in, while switching to Russian as he spoke, “Ah, Alya my little flower. What is it that you bring me tonight?” He turned from her as he removed the black silk shirt he was wearing, revealing a towering rose adorned cathedral with three spires, and a prominent star on his shoulder. He looked at the small girl over his shoulder as he pulled on a blazing red shirt. She stepped up to his desk , dug her slender fingers into one of the rips in her well-loved teddy bear, tugged a black velvet bag from within it, and placed it upon the desk.
He moved over to the desk and sat, before pointing at the wooden chair situated on the other side. He ordered, “Sit.” Alya moved to the chair and sat, placing her teddy bear atop her lap before resting her chin upon its head. He untied the bag and upended it, causing a cascade of glittering diamonds to spill out and tumble about his desktop. He smiled at his favored worker and nodded approvingly as he spoke, “Well done my Alya. You never cease to amaze me. You did this all in one hit?” She nodded. He looked at the pile of stones and asked, “These were in the case?” He spied the shake of negativity of her head. He nodded and said, “A safe? Very nice my little flower. You never give me reason to be unpleased with you.”
He scraped the stones off the desktop into his palm and slid them into the bag, which he tied and slid into his shirt. He stood up, which caused her to stand as well. He grabbed a large, black, great coat and held it out to her as he asked, “Alya, help me with this please.” She climbed onto the chair and stood upon its seat as she held the coat up for him to slide his arms into. He turned and looked at the diminutive girl, stroking her chin gently and spoke, “Come little flower. The show starts soon, and we can’t be without clowns eh?” She smirked ever so slightly at his nightly joke and nodded agreeably. He turned and she hopped down soundlessly to the floor. She followed him out of the trailer and towards the great tent that had been set up as center ring not far away.
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Ok folks. This is a role play that will revolve around a grouping of criminals, who all specialize is specific tasks to accomplish a goal to be set in game, once characters are announced. The aim of this game is to bring together a set of individuals with all of the usual back drama that occurs when criminals convene. You get to choose your character’s actions and dealings, and either reap the rewards, or suffer possible consequences if you’re caught. I would appreciate it greatly if you were to choose amongst the criminal career path I lay out for better game flow, however, the choice of what you play is, as always, entirely up to you. So saying, I also urge you to try to play something outside your comfort zone if you feel like it. The choice might open new experiences for you in gaming. If you have any specific questions, I’ll happily address them, though I’d prefer keeping them to PM if we could.
The rules are simple. Most importantly, the rules set forth in the Campfire Forum are of course in play. If you’re unfamiliar with them, I invite you to read them before writing your character up. I would also really appreciate it if we could all keep our posts on this thread to a paragraph or more of text. I’m not a huge fan of one line responses, and I know the mods aren’t, and it’s fairly easy to write several sentences at a minimum when you try. So saying… the list of criminals.
Hacker: An individual with superior computer, and more importantly internet navigation skills
Boxman: An individual who specializes in locks. Today’s day and age also includes electronic security system knowledge.
Con: An individual whose mastery of disguise, accents, and acting earns them things through trickery
Driver: An expert in anything motorized and how to improve/fix it
Tough: An individual who specializes in weaponry, and hands on fighting, for when everybody else screws the pooch
Burglar: An individual who specializes in breaking and entering into buildings
Fixer: Theoretical leader of the group. Person responsible for representing the members in the underworld.
I’ve introduced the character I intend on playing in the entry of this thread. Here is the sheet I would appreciate to represent whom you choose.
Name (Real Name): Alya Petrova
Alias (What you call yourself, or are known in the criminal world as): None
Age (Real Age): 23
Height (Real height): 4’6
Weight (Real weight): 90 lbs.
Occupation (Cover) - (Criminal activity, cover job if you use one): Burglar (Circus acrobat)
Equipment (What you own for your criminal activity, and anything else pertinent): Black cat suit, lamp black, shark skin gloves, rope and grapple, glass cutter, small crowbar. Official Russian passport, Visa, circus clothes.
Bio (Put as much or as little as you’d like. Justify your skills at least): Alya was born in St. Petersburg. Though it was deemed she would never talk because of a birth defect, she was accepted and loved by her family. When she was 10 years old, Chechnyan Serbs attacked her family, and she witnessed the brutal murders of her father, mother, and older brother. The traumatic event shocked her to the extent that her body shut down its usual biology, and she ceased growing. Though she is 23 years old, she appears no older than early teens at best. She was a comrade of the state for a short stint, until she tired of the abuse of the overseeing matron and she stole off to make her own way in the world. To survive, she became a master pickpocket, often using her child-like appearance to woo unsuspecting marks close enough to pick. She made the inevitable mistake of picking the wrong target, when she chose Pytor Jovachev, a captain of the Russian Mafia. He was amused by the brazenness of the small woman, and impressed enough with her skills to inter her into the mafia, involuntarily. Death or join always makes the decision simple. She was given to Afanas Gregorovich, who had a nice cover circus business going. There she was trained as an acrobat, and burglar. She has been working for the Russian Mafia for the past thirteen years. They’ve recently travelled to America, the land of opportunity, both to entertain the crowds and rob them blind.
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