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[center][h2]CITY-U[/h2][/center]
[center][h2]7/3/2/50[/h2][/center]
[center][h2]FIRST CIVIC BANK[/h2][/center]
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[center]"Pheeeeew~weeeee! Haha! Put them piles-o-green right ther' inna my bag right here see? Now git! Haven't got all day fer one-o-thems he-rows done show up." [i]A voice most irritatingly wrapped in a thick drawl spouted out with the utmost nonchalance. Its progenitor? None other than;[/i] [/center]

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[b][color=c4df9b]BIYOU BILLY 
C-CLASS CRIMINAL
WANTED ON 32 COUNTS OF GRAND LARCENY
AND GENERAL BUGGERY[/color][/b]
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[center][i]Spinning a shiny, gleaming revolver-pistol of only the finest make, that perhaps the more observant could pick out several etchings like tallies upon the barrel, this beige clad purloiner janked about, all side-to-side with that canvas sack of his. Shooting a half-hearted grimace here and there to the pinstriped banker man behind those iron bars, the bank surely ain't his life so following them orders is right by him.[/i]

"Jus' like I done said. . ." [i]He begins, stepping away from the counter for just a moment to take in his fine, fine work. Dusting off the frightened glares from the usual rabble of suited men and women just trying to make their Batag withdrawals by waving his piece at them, Ole Billy plots out his next moves in the head of course, no self-respecting criminal blurts out their ideas in the middle of witnesses after all[/i]. 

'Heh, this was easy-peasy, swear I could peel roadkill off the hood-o-my trunk under the sun right tougher then this job. Whoo-wee, all's I gotta do is gather up here sack and walk right on out those doors like nobody's business.' [i]But that's of course, when the guy's wild pupils rolled about to set their greedy gaze upon, [b]it[/b]. He nearly dropped his slacks at that, a solid door of steel, like a block of metal straight from the heroes above. Adorned in its might combination wheel.

Bill done stared at that smokin' hot image for far too long, until eventually he snapped outta that stupor with the most enthused expression plastered across those strong features-o-his. He slunk audibly back to the counter, and his sack filling further still. Much to the surprise of all those present, the swamp-man's outstretched arm flung the canvas away, spilling its green contents all about the place.[/i] "Teeeeell meeee, banker. . ."

[i]With one quick shove, the sheened metal barrel of his dear sweet revolver sat right between the mustachioed teller's errant eyeballs,[/i] ". . . What's that ther' combination? If you ain't gonna share with Billy, maybe you'll share with Marissa right here?" [i]He cooed out all sly like, edging on an expedient response.[/i]

"Now, n-now good sir. Let's not be too h-hast-" [i]The aged teller let out a pained groan as his words were cut off by a sharp jab to the neck.[/i] "I'm gentle folk I tell you mister banker, but Marissa? Well somedays she gets downright ornery, an' I think you might just make her blow if the next words outta yer mouth ain't some consecutive numbers."

"I-I'm sorry sir, I don't kno-" [i][b][h3]~~[color=f7976a]BANG[/color]~~[/h3][/b][/i]
"I swear, none of you city slickers ever listen to a god-dang word I say." [i]Billy cooed, whilst blowing off the thin smoke drifting from the end of his partner in crime.[/i] "Heh, shoot, looks like I'll have to blow it." [i]He casually adds, sauntering on over to the great safe, despite the sudden eruption of panic prevailing on the floor.[/i]

[i]Bodies rush where they can, trampling over the still-warm cadaver, its fingers feebly in three prongs of a simple black rotary phone, marked 'H.A.' a final testament.[/i][/center]

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[center][b][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oXgoIYfZV8]~~RING~~ ~~RING~~ ~~RING~~[/url][/b]

[i]The almost irritating sounds, perhaps if those who's ears it graced weren't anticipating it, flooded the shuttered, office-like environment. A small black contraption of a device, essentially a phone in appearance, yet with a white tab that seemed to pop out of a slot, read, 'ROBBERY -- FIRST CIVIC BANK OF CITY-U'.[/i]

"That-a-looks like our cue, Mister Huff." [i]Words wrapped in a thick accent sprung up, just as well did the sizable man who spoke them, nigh immediately donning various garbs, twinging crimson suspenders, adjusting a lengthy trenchcoat of deep beige, pulling a luminant mask of green over his large skull, ending off to allow a glorious mustache to flow outward, and finally topping himself off by a bowler hat of dark color, he spoke once more, with passion,[/i] "I hadn't expected a call so very soon, but let's-a make this SHOWTIME!"[/center]