{Fifth Robbery} This is too easy. (In Person)

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

[John pretty much figured out that some events run longer than others and being who he is, the bank was a very easy target. He went in alone, no guns, no partners, just himself and walked in since the Kinshin and the people of Paris were pretty much the same thing.

Now he wasn't going to leave anything to chance and found the video room. He removed the tape and proceeds to empty the registers and found the keys to the vault. With time on his side and no way the police would come since they ignored him since he arrived, he was definitely taking advantage of it and wiped the place clean.

He walks out of the bank, tape in hand and tucks it into his jacket toward the safehouse where he and Nice were holing up.]

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[In Person]

[beautiful-brute.livejournal.com]

[Ah, that's a familiar face Zarbon sees not all that far away. Well, as unimpressive as Dillinger is, Zarbon is feeling smug enough after his fight with Dende to stop and chat for a moment.]

Hm.

[He flies over, landing a little in front of the man with a flourish. He flips his braid over his shoulder.]

Well, look who it is. The man who jumps off bridges.

[In Person]

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

[John smirks and continues walking as if nothing was wrong.]

I look at it as a creative means t' understandin' my place. In a lotta ways, I'm immortal and I don't fear death.

[In Person]

[beautiful-brute.livejournal.com]

Immortal?

[Patience. Once he finds the Dragon Balls...]

What do you mean, "in a lot of ways"?

[Perhaps John is not quite immortal. No sense getting worked up over nothing.]

[In Person]

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

I already said before tha' death isn't permanent here. As long as the Author keeps writing us in the story, we can't die. So I ain't bothered by it. It's pretty elementary in the grand scheme of things.

[He shifts the heavy bag over his shoulder and continues walking.]

Gotta be smarter t' pull it of permanently. Better hope yer pen's big enough t' do it.

[In Person]

[beautiful-brute.livejournal.com]

[Have some soft chuckling.]

Oh, it is. It most certainly is.

[in person]

[one-eyed-zero.livejournal.com]

[oh yes, Natsuo saw that]

Got some pretty stuff in there?

[In person]

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

Pretty enough fer me.

[He smirks.]

Re: [In person]

[one-eyed-zero.livejournal.com]

[walks with him/over to him]

Hey, let me see.

[tail swishes]

[In person]

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

[He tilts his head and wonders what the deal is.]

Money. That's all.

[In person]

[one-eyed-zero.livejournal.com]

Boring. why didn't you hit up the safety deposit boxes?

[In Person]

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[Idly wandering around sometimes has its benefits. You get to see things, forget about unfortunate bruises to one's ego..And what do we have here?

..Sharply dressed, great taste in clothes, carrying a big bag while walking from the...bank? This demands closer investigation. Because Gin's curiosity has been piqued. Very much so.

And so, there'll be casually trying to get a bit closer. Close enough to get a better look. If this guy picks up on it, it'll make this all the more interesting.]

[In Person]

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

[John prides himself on instinct and felt eyes on him. He stopped relatively casually and whipped around, brandishing a pistol that he found at the bank.]

What d'ya want?

[In Person]

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[A normal person would probably be about ready to shit themselves right about now, but this was horribly amusing and--Oh my god is that John Dillinger. And so, this just went from amusing to being a strange honor. Maybe this manor thing isn't such a raw deal after all.]

Heh. It's a long lost art. Not often these days, do you see people with an appreciation for the old style of doing things.

[Gin boldly takes one step forward.]

Anyone ever tell you that you look like John Dillinger?

[In Person]

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

[He tilts his head and pulls the hammer back. He's met too many people in his life that said his name in the papers only to die like a dog on the streets as the press posted his death all over US. It still bothered him. His stare grows cold.]

Depends on who's askin', pal.

[In Person]

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[Most people held at gunpoint like this would probably be bolting. Oddly enough, Gin was almost too comfortable under the circumstances. And still far too cocky to actually put his hands up in surrender.]

Gin. Not like you know about me, though. Where I'm from, the '30s are long gone. Shame, really. Rough time economically, but crime was done right.

Can't say I've tried my hand at robbing a bank before. Usually, I'm kept busy with other jobs; taking care of some business, cleaning up messes and public relations work. You know how it is.

[secretivewoman.livejournal.com]

[There's a blond woman leaving against a wall smoking a cigarette-did she see anything? She sure doesn't look shaken.]

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

[John at first didn't seem to pay her much mind but that's because he's more interested in getting to his hole-up than idle chat. He didn't seem to care one way or the other if he was spotted by anyone but hey, he's doing what he does best.]

Yer new.

[secretivewoman.livejournal.com]

[She looks up from her cigarette and nods slightly]

Is it that obvious? I was hoping I would fit in a little better.

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

Nobody fits in this place, doll. You'll see that soon.

[secretivewoman.livejournal.com]

It's easy to see this place is on the brink of a civil war. [she casually pushes herself from the wall]

No one's really explained this place to me yet-would you mind helping this poor woman out?

Finally caved. I - okay I DO know what he's up to.

[stalking_horse]

[He probably couldn't afford to stop in his errands, but ... well... ]

[He did have a truce, if he ran into Gin, and sometimes, one just had to stop and appreciate something odd.]

[Oh, he's very obviously watching, expression somewhere neutral and torn between confusion and amusement.]

......Bored?

LOL He's up to quite a bit and he doesn't advertise his heists.

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

Nope.

[He hefts the bag over his shoulder and continues on casually. He's not going to talk about his plans to anyone and not even those he works with knows his intentions with the money until he feels it's time for them to know.]

I meant what SAGURU'S up to. ._.;

[stalking_horse]

Well, you do seem to be keeping busy. [He might... be idly going the same direction. For now. Purely coincidental. He just happens to be headed somewhere vaguely that way.]

Ah. XD It's all good.

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

Better than bein' idle. I hate sittin' on my hands.

[John gave a smirk at the comment which was more than likely a play on what he's really up to. It was better to be friendly than be hated and since he has to hide in plain sight, it was better to be civil.]

'Sides, not like it matters anyway since no one's guardin' th' damn thing. Kinda makes it less worthy. But hey, a man's gotta have his hobbies.