By the way guys, feel free to post even if we aren't all at the meeting point yet. You can use the opportunity to talk about your character's past, either a past job or before the crew got together. Sometimes the character development posts are the most fun to write!
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Right. Since you are full you should set it to full. Also what I have found with heist rps is that no matter what you say... You and your freind will always be able to shoot all the police and take minor damge. It goes from realistic rp to anime bullet dodger. I also know that when a normal player describes the police they make them make mistakes. I would recomend having a charecter who will control the police or enamys. Well fairwell people who I have just opened a converstaion with!
I understand your concerns -- we'll see how things go as is, then make adjustments as needed.
And yeah, Inertia's right: every time I attempt to set the RP to Full it comes up with the error "invalid join-status".
I was thinking, after the bank heist, perhaps we could start running multiple heists at once from time to time? I.e. smaller jobs, smaller teams. I did that sort of thing in a special forces RP I ran a couple years back, it let characters interact with others a lot better, since they were in a smaller group. It'd be something like: Werner, Juan, and James rob a tech firm, while Mike, Jim, Charlotte and Angelo take on an armored car. Obviously not every time -- I'm interested to see the dynamic that develops from the bank heist, with all members aboard -- but maybe once in a while to shake things up. What do you guys think?
Finally posted.
If it has any spelling and/or grammar errors (that are really bad), tell me. I rushed the post as I had to eat my dinner.
It's cool. I liked the post! I'm looking forward to the whole group meeting up.
Juan found himself in a brand new city, and, out of restlessness or anxiousness or a combination of the two, he found himself waking up early that day. Stepping outside, it appeared as if the rest of the crew had the same idea. Coffee in hand, he was just about to dial Werner when Jim and James showed up outside the hotel.
"Morning, Jim. I'm freezing my ass off, and I'm not entirely sure if those are clouds or a curtain of smog, but.. This coffee isn't bad, so I suppose all is not lost," Juan said with a grin, nodding a friendly greeting to James before taking another sip. The crew had split into two units prior to their arrival in Chicago, for the purpose of remaining undetected while planning their next hit. It wasn't anything grand; half the team simply stayed nearby and rode with one driver, while the other half did the same somewhere else in the city. For the three of them, Werner was their ride -- and the American man pulled up next to them mere minutes after their sidewalk meeting.
"I've taken the liberty of renting us office space on the corner of Wells Street and Jackson Boulevard. We're on the fourth floor, that'll be where we meet up and plan," he told Werner, getting in the shotgun seat of his car. "We're posing as a Financial Consultant Firm, so try not to look like assholes when you go through the lobby. Or.. Maybe.. Do look like assholes. Just, rich assholes." Juan smirked and shrugged his shoulders, glancing back at Jim and James. "I'm as clueless as everyone else is about this job, so I'm hoping Alex has all the details ready for when we get there."
"Morning, Jim. I'm freezing my ass off, and I'm not entirely sure if those are clouds or a curtain of smog, but.. This coffee isn't bad, so I suppose all is not lost," Juan said with a grin, nodding a friendly greeting to James before taking another sip. The crew had split into two units prior to their arrival in Chicago, for the purpose of remaining undetected while planning their next hit. It wasn't anything grand; half the team simply stayed nearby and rode with one driver, while the other half did the same somewhere else in the city. For the three of them, Werner was their ride -- and the American man pulled up next to them mere minutes after their sidewalk meeting.
"I've taken the liberty of renting us office space on the corner of Wells Street and Jackson Boulevard. We're on the fourth floor, that'll be where we meet up and plan," he told Werner, getting in the shotgun seat of his car. "We're posing as a Financial Consultant Firm, so try not to look like assholes when you go through the lobby. Or.. Maybe.. Do look like assholes. Just, rich assholes." Juan smirked and shrugged his shoulders, glancing back at Jim and James. "I'm as clueless as everyone else is about this job, so I'm hoping Alex has all the details ready for when we get there."
Wonderful!
To everyone else: feel free to post before everyone else has gone, we don't really need to have all eight of us post, then all eight of us post again in order. A good rule of thumb is after two posts by other people, you're free to post again.
I'll be getting a Juan post up tonight.
Also, yes: bank job. I'm gonna try to figure it out so that all of the characters are able to use their skill sets for this one, since it's the first. I'm thinking James will hack into bank security, Juan and Charlotte will acquire security badges/infiltrate the bank, and obviously Jim and Mike will be doing the robbing while Werner and Angelo drive the crew out of there. Alex will be briefing them on the mission, and work clean-up afterwards. Those are my thoughts for this one, but if anyone has any suggestions -- or, Kimiyosis, if you have a different idea for a first heist -- suggest away.
To everyone else: feel free to post before everyone else has gone, we don't really need to have all eight of us post, then all eight of us post again in order. A good rule of thumb is after two posts by other people, you're free to post again.
I'll be getting a Juan post up tonight.
Also, yes: bank job. I'm gonna try to figure it out so that all of the characters are able to use their skill sets for this one, since it's the first. I'm thinking James will hack into bank security, Juan and Charlotte will acquire security badges/infiltrate the bank, and obviously Jim and Mike will be doing the robbing while Werner and Angelo drive the crew out of there. Alex will be briefing them on the mission, and work clean-up afterwards. Those are my thoughts for this one, but if anyone has any suggestions -- or, Kimiyosis, if you have a different idea for a first heist -- suggest away.
Hey everyone! I'm loving the posts so far. I'm hoping to get another one up for Juan by tomorrow.
In other news: Since my schedule can be a bit spotty, I wanted to make sure there would always be someone around to keep the RP on track and keep OOC civil (not that I'm really worried, you guys are a friendly bunch). Therefore, I've made shivershiver Co-GM.
In other news: Since my schedule can be a bit spotty, I wanted to make sure there would always be someone around to keep the RP on track and keep OOC civil (not that I'm really worried, you guys are a friendly bunch). Therefore, I've made shivershiver Co-GM.
Hey everyone! Good to see that this OOC has been bustling.
I'm back for the week, and look forward to reading all of the IC posts!
Edit: Also, put up Juan's relationships section!
I'm back for the week, and look forward to reading all of the IC posts!
Edit: Also, put up Juan's relationships section!
I still don't know if I should say im in the hotel or in a garage nearby
Really anywhere in the city is fine: you don't have to be in the same hotel as Juan: it'd probably be smarter, security-wise, to rent a room in a different one, actually. When everyone's made their OP (and there's no hurry, do your relationships tab first if you'd like) I'll have a new meeting location ready, then Alex can give us the mission details (Kimiyosis, I can brainstorm with you if you're unsure of what you want the heist to be. Also, heists can be suggested by anyone OOCly; I just wanted to give you dibs on the first one since Alex is going to be our usual contractor).
Chicago, United States
It's been said that if you don't control your own destiny, it's determined for you. You become a product of society, a carbon copy, an empty shell. You give up on your dreams, on yourself. They say that your aspirations come from the deepest part of your heart, and that you can only be happy by following them. It's a load of horseshit, really. No sane man picks a life of crime -- I didn't. I had a future, before my folks passed. Now it's muddled. But, to tell you the truth, there are days when the thrill of not knowing which day will be your last is the only thing keeping me going. And I am still that boy from Teoloyucan. But now I carry a gun, and I steal lives. Because it's either them or me, my folks taught me that. It was their last lesson, spoken by their caskets. I do what I do because the money's good, and I just.. Don't think about the bad parts. This is my life. Me, the crew, and our next job.
It was a dreary day in Chicago. The clouds hung low like a dejected man at odds with the world, and there was a nip to the air, just cold enough to settle into the bones of the weary traveler. Though it was March, and this was Chicago, Juan Medina could not adjust to the climate of his new "home". He looked out the window of his hotel, closing his eyes in an effort to will himself to greener pastures. Their last job had been in Monaco. This.. Is not Monaco, Juan thought to himself with a pang of longing, opening his eyes in defeat. He had had a good time in Europe: it was almost like a vacation. The beaches, the women, the luxury.. He almost forgot that the reason they were there was to rob an old trust-fund millionaire. The guy had connections to some of the heads of Parliament, so.. Juan doubted he'd be able to go back. Now it was Chicago, in late Winter. Alex had called them there to prep for the next heist, but gave little detail. Said he'd fill them in after the plane trip. Juan grabbed his leather jacket and put it on over a white t-shirt. He had started to dress formally, putting on the bottoms to one of his black three-piece suits, but decided to run to the hotel lobby and down the block for coffee first. On his way out he stole a glance at the paperwork for the room. He had checked in as David Ramone, which was to be his identity for the week, or however long the Chicago job took. He didn't want to think about it.
On his way down to the lobby, Juan reflected on just how he had gotten into all this in the first place. The crew he had now -- the ones he trusted with his life -- had been together for a little over a year now. In that time, they had pulled off sixteen successful heists, robberies, cons, you name it. They were all pros, each one a specialist in their own field. Juan was the confidence man, but he got his hands dirty with the rest of them from time to time. They had two wheelmen, Werner and Angelo, both good guys. Juan always tried to get them to talk more, but then again.. Their actions speak louder than words when they're behind the wheel. James, the group's tech specialist was, on the other hand, a natural conversationalist. James was a Brit, but he wasn't out of place: the group had criminals from all sorts of places. Juan was the only Mexican, though. And James was in good company with Charlotte, their.. "Temptress" from London. But the crew often got in positions requiring direct confrontation, and people with skill in firearms and the mettle to use them. Mike and Jim were those men. To Juan, Jim is a loose cannon; but he's saved Juan's ass more times than he can count. Mike is harder to read. It had been a year, and Juan still had trouble placing him. Finally, they had Alex: their "official", often their contractor and, most importantly, their cleaner. Also the reason Juan was in Chicago, but he didn't hold that against Alex. The guy was reliable. He had never met him -- nobody had -- but he was a big reason as to why their jobs ended with a payday, not a lockup.
That was their crew. The seven people whose fates were attached to Juan's. With them, he'd either make it big, or die in the attempt. It wasn't a morbid thought for Juan to habe, simply a realistic one. He was going to die, some day. But not today, he promised himself, as he opened the lobby door and caught a gust of chill Chicago air.
It's been said that if you don't control your own destiny, it's determined for you. You become a product of society, a carbon copy, an empty shell. You give up on your dreams, on yourself. They say that your aspirations come from the deepest part of your heart, and that you can only be happy by following them. It's a load of horseshit, really. No sane man picks a life of crime -- I didn't. I had a future, before my folks passed. Now it's muddled. But, to tell you the truth, there are days when the thrill of not knowing which day will be your last is the only thing keeping me going. And I am still that boy from Teoloyucan. But now I carry a gun, and I steal lives. Because it's either them or me, my folks taught me that. It was their last lesson, spoken by their caskets. I do what I do because the money's good, and I just.. Don't think about the bad parts. This is my life. Me, the crew, and our next job.
It was a dreary day in Chicago. The clouds hung low like a dejected man at odds with the world, and there was a nip to the air, just cold enough to settle into the bones of the weary traveler. Though it was March, and this was Chicago, Juan Medina could not adjust to the climate of his new "home". He looked out the window of his hotel, closing his eyes in an effort to will himself to greener pastures. Their last job had been in Monaco. This.. Is not Monaco, Juan thought to himself with a pang of longing, opening his eyes in defeat. He had had a good time in Europe: it was almost like a vacation. The beaches, the women, the luxury.. He almost forgot that the reason they were there was to rob an old trust-fund millionaire. The guy had connections to some of the heads of Parliament, so.. Juan doubted he'd be able to go back. Now it was Chicago, in late Winter. Alex had called them there to prep for the next heist, but gave little detail. Said he'd fill them in after the plane trip. Juan grabbed his leather jacket and put it on over a white t-shirt. He had started to dress formally, putting on the bottoms to one of his black three-piece suits, but decided to run to the hotel lobby and down the block for coffee first. On his way out he stole a glance at the paperwork for the room. He had checked in as David Ramone, which was to be his identity for the week, or however long the Chicago job took. He didn't want to think about it.
On his way down to the lobby, Juan reflected on just how he had gotten into all this in the first place. The crew he had now -- the ones he trusted with his life -- had been together for a little over a year now. In that time, they had pulled off sixteen successful heists, robberies, cons, you name it. They were all pros, each one a specialist in their own field. Juan was the confidence man, but he got his hands dirty with the rest of them from time to time. They had two wheelmen, Werner and Angelo, both good guys. Juan always tried to get them to talk more, but then again.. Their actions speak louder than words when they're behind the wheel. James, the group's tech specialist was, on the other hand, a natural conversationalist. James was a Brit, but he wasn't out of place: the group had criminals from all sorts of places. Juan was the only Mexican, though. And James was in good company with Charlotte, their.. "Temptress" from London. But the crew often got in positions requiring direct confrontation, and people with skill in firearms and the mettle to use them. Mike and Jim were those men. To Juan, Jim is a loose cannon; but he's saved Juan's ass more times than he can count. Mike is harder to read. It had been a year, and Juan still had trouble placing him. Finally, they had Alex: their "official", often their contractor and, most importantly, their cleaner. Also the reason Juan was in Chicago, but he didn't hold that against Alex. The guy was reliable. He had never met him -- nobody had -- but he was a big reason as to why their jobs ended with a payday, not a lockup.
That was their crew. The seven people whose fates were attached to Juan's. With them, he'd either make it big, or die in the attempt. It wasn't a morbid thought for Juan to habe, simply a realistic one. He was going to die, some day. But not today, he promised himself, as he opened the lobby door and caught a gust of chill Chicago air.
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