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Post by noah isaac kirby on Jan 20, 2014 9:25:55 GMT 9.5
Noah had just been minding his own business, sitting on one of the many chairs in the building the gang used as a hideout when he had been called in by the rather disgusting little man that handed out their orders. There were many reason’s Noah hated this job, the whole undercover thing where he had to pretend to be one of these idiots but this guy was one of the main problems he had with it. He was a rather small, obese guy who sweated like a pig and had the voice that would grate on even the pope’s nerves. All in all, Noah really wanted to shoot this guy in the face and have it done with, just to be rid of him so he didn’t need to deal with his shit anymore. He knew that a lot of the other smaller gang members didn’t like him either and would have happily killed him too with no remorse, but the little man was well trusted with their boss. The man Noah had been sent to get close to, to find out about and gain as much intel as possible on. He’d been here for seven months and he was still at the bottom of the food chain, which rather grated on his nerves a little bit.
“What is it sweaty?” Noah’s deep voice asked, not looking away from the card game he’d been viewing between a couple of the guys. “Job for you, with that thief.” Instantly Noah groaned and let his head drop to his chest. The little thief Kennedy was a woman he hadn’t decided on yet, she was a damn good thief if he really did have to say so, but the fact that she was doing all these stunts in front of him. Sure she had no idea what his real job was but he liked her well enough, not that he would utter that out loud ever, not even on pain of death. But he was always the one to babysit and make sure she didn’t run off with whatever the boss had decided he wanted that week, this time though he knew what it was without even being told. He’d heard of the drugs being kept in the warehouse by the gang they seemed to fight with a lot and even the thought of stealing their drugs made him annoyed. All this was just a pissing match, it really was. “Fine, take it I meet her there?” It was a rhetorical question; having done this enough times he knew he met the blonde at the place. So instead of waiting for an answer, the blond haired man just got up off the seat and grabbed his jacket, pulling it on over his shoulders as he left the building.
Once outside, he stopped for a minute to take a cigarette from the packet and light it, drawing slightly to help light it before lowering the white stick and blowing the smoke out his lungs. A man needed a vice, right? With his cigarette lit, he wandered over to the battered tan and green ford bronco and patted the bonnet of the truck before getting in behind the wheel and starting it, flinching slightly when the music from that morning blared at him. “Jesus.” He muttered before turning the blasting music down and taking another draw of the cigarette. “Alright, time to go break the law again.” Noah chuckled a little to himself as he pulled out of the parking spot and started to drive to the warehouse.
It took a little bit of time, but eventually he was stopping a little bit away from it next to what looked like Kennedy’s vehicle and he looked around for her when it was obvious she wasn’t in her car while he turned his engine off. “Typical.” He muttered as he got out of the bronco and jumped up onto the bonnet of the bronco, he knew what the woman would be doing and he knew she’d be back, she would have seen his car coming along the path and was no doubt coming back now. But, knowing his luck she hadn’t noticed and was still off checking the place out while it was dark and she was hidden enough. He knew he just had to wait, so he lit another cigarette and kept a sharp eye out.
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Post by kennedy rachel small on Jan 21, 2014 0:09:58 GMT 9.5
 our hopes and expectations black holes and revelations hold
you in my arms i just wanted to hold you in my arms far away this ship is taking me far away fa
Why had she gotten herself mixed up in the gang life? She had been such a good girl when she was younger, good parents, good life, but she threw it all away the moment that she found the joy of stealing things. Damn her fourteen year old self to oblivion. Well really that wasn't the her that had gotten herself mixed up with the gangs of LA, that was her twenty one year old self, that stupid girl who had thought it was a fun idea to steal from this one particular gang. She'd have gotten away with it too if it wasn't for the one man that wasn't supposed to be there, he wasn't in her plan, he screwed the whole thing up. To put a long story short, they were going to kill her until that man said that they could use her particular skill set, that was the only thing that saved her life. He saw the potential that she had with their gang, how much she could help them find things and actually get a hold of said things. It wasn't her ideal life but hey, it was a life that she wouldn't have if she had refused to help them out. And she had been doing just that for two years now, a few threats here and there, she had been thrown around a little and verbally abused to no end. It was as if there was only a few people that actually trusted her at all, but who could blame them as she was a thief after all. The lack of trust had gotten to the point where they had put one particular man in charge of her when she was doing a job for them, someone to ensure that she didn't take off with the goods, but as if she was going to do that.
Today she had gotten the call that she was to meet him at a particular warehouse, which she had checked out a few days before as she had been given the address a few days prior. She was given a time and she agreed to the job, not that she really had a choice, she was sure that if she refused a job they'd kill her for disobeying. She wasn't too find of bullets, they hurt and she didn't like that. Once it got closer to the time that she had to be there she unearthed her stealthy clothes, all black and comfortable, comfort was number one where she was doing something like this. It was half an hour before she was told to be there that she left, getting to the warehouse about ten minutes early, as traffic was little due to the timing. She climbed out of her car and scanned the immediate area, there didn't seem to be anyone around, but she was sure that there was someone inside, it just didn't seem logical to leave something like what she was ordered to steal without something of a guard inside. Though she wasn't too sure who it was that she was stealing from, she had an idea but she couldn't be one hundred percent sure as she wasn't told and she wasn't all too familiar with all the different gangs and organisation in the big city. Kenn decided to scope the place out a bit more while she waited for Noah, because she had to do that, so he could keep an eye on her and all.
She was looking over the outer wall and a few filthy windows when she heard the faint rumble of a car engine, she looked up as it turned off and a small smile came to her lips, she was sure that that was him arriving. She quickly made her way back to where she had parked her car, her small hatchback car, not something that someone with the money that she had would usually drive, but she hadn't been too caring about cars and their worth ever. As she emerged from some long grass she all but bounded over to Noah and his car, a grin on her face. "Hey Noah." She said, excitement in her voice. She had taken quite a liking to him, considering she was around him a lot it could have gone either way, either she hated him or she liked him and it just so happened that the later happened, which was strange for Kennedy as she wasn't much of a people person.
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Post by noah isaac kirby on Jan 21, 2014 5:35:24 GMT 9.5
To think of his job right now was thinking of a lot. The long haired man sometimes wondered why he had even picked his original job and then proceeded to wonder why they sent him on this job if it was meant to be punishment. Sure, it had taken a little bit for him to get into the gang, a good old beating up before he decked the bastard that used him as a punching bag. The boss had been impressed with his fighting skills and had let him in, figuring he could be useful. Right now, in the seven months he had been on this assignment all he’d been allowed to do was babysit Kennedy and beat up other gang members, which he did… how couldn’t he and still keep his cover? Noah just didn’t like this at all; he knew that if he spent a lot of time undercover here then his views would change drastically. But getting in further was proving to be more difficult than the FBI had thought originally, the guy, Howard Spence seemed to trust only a handful of people, the rest he just saw as useful. Noah’s job was to get within that handful and right now he had no idea how to, it seemed pretty impossible to him.
Of all the people he had met whilst being in the gang, the one person he figured he could actually be friends with was the little blond thief. He knew it was kind of stupid to like the woman considering she was a criminal but she was so… happy. He hadn’t met anyone in the gang as happy as her and she was like a little ray of sunshine and slight crazy. He’d seen the stunts she pulled while stealing the crap she was told to, he’d even covered her ass on those occasions that they had been shot at when it all went to hell. But she was a little firecracker that he couldn’t help but like her. A small smile crossed his lips as he thought about her, she was a heck of a lot younger than himself but that never seemed to stop them having a little bit of a laugh sometimes while they were doing these things. After all for all she knew they were basically in the same kind of business, although he knew the reason why she worked for them. He’d heard the story the first time he had been told to keep an eye on her. The fact they didn’t trust her rather surprised him, she hadn’t once made it look like she was going to cut and run with the merchandise. Not even that one time she had had to steal that rather flashy necklace, but he really didn’t mind hanging out with her while she did it, it certainly kept him away from the guys. He really couldn’t stand any of them and he didn’t hide it at all.
Hearing a voice, Noah shook his head and looked to where he had heard it come from. There was no mistaking that happy voice so he smiled brightly and jumped off the bonnet of his car, stubbing out the cigarette on it as he did so. “Hey you.” It still rather amazed him how much his mood lifted when he saw her, mostly because he knew she wouldn’t make him angry, or at least not intentionally. “I take it you’ve been scouting the place out?” He asked her as he got his glock out of his bronco and put it at the back of his blue jeans. He liked to make sure he armed in case the guards, and there would be guards inside, were armed themselves. He never killed them, only injured them and then texted his handler to let him know there were people to pick up. Looking back to the woman in front of him, he shoved his hands in his pockets as he nodded his head towards the warehouse just beside them. “Are we ready to get this done?” He didn’t know how far she was in checking the place out when he had come along and disturbed her. But knowing Kennedy, he was betting she had almost finished. If she hadn’t been almost done he doubted she would have come when he’d arrived.
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Post by kennedy rachel small on Jan 25, 2014 2:56:46 GMT 9.5
our hopes and expectations black holes and revelations hold
you in my arms i just wanted to hold you in my arms far away this ship is taking me far away fa
When she had first met Noah she had been hesitant, but who could blame her. The gang wasn't exactly her favourite thing on the planet, she didn't want anything to do with them or any of it's members. But as time went on and she spent more and more time with him she grew to adore him. He didn't seem all that bad, a lot better than the man that they had follow her around in her jobs before him. He was a jerk, what she'd give to be able to drive her fist right into his face. But alas that was no longer possible, he had died and boy was she thankful for that. That was fairly recent too, within the last year anyway. She was happy that she was getting along with someone from the gang, she didn't expect it but there was something different about him, he didn't have the same air as the rest of them, she never questioned it and let it be, why wouldn't she? He was possibly the only thing she liked about what her life had become, that and one or two friends she had made over the course of the last few years, through the gang. They seemed alright though, she got along with those small few, but no-one else, especially the guys who were going to kill her, why would she like them, they were going to kill her. She did have a soft spot for the man who saved her though, he was an important man, he pulled a lot of strings within the gang, he was the one who said that she could be useful, he was the one who let her live in exchange for her services, he was the reason she was mixed up in all this stuff that she wanted nothing to do with. In a way she hated him too.
She nodded eagerly, "you know it. There's two guys inside, armed and dangerous." She giggled softly at her words. Dangerous wasn't really what they were, not unless you made yourself known to them, or if you didn't have someone to watch your back like she did. "As far as I can tell the stuff is in a shipping crate in the middle of the room, oddly enough." She paused for a moment before continuing. "There's a fairly simple lock system on it, accompanied by an equally simple alarm system." This job should be easy, as long as there were no surprises waiting for them, then that would definitely make it less easy. But she was certain that whatever happened Noah would be able to handle the men with guns, and epic fighting skills, because if he couldn't they were screwed, Kenn was not a fighter and had little skill in that area. A grin formed on her face when he asked if they were ready. "Definitely." She said, a certain chirp in her voice. Maybe she loved what she did a little too much? No, one could not love something too much even if it was breaking the law and putting oneself in danger, that was perfectly normal, no? She loved the thrill that it gave her, the essence of danger and action, though she was rarely in danger or in amongst action, she made sure of that. The times that she was in any danger Noah was there to save her, really she didn't know what she'd do without him on these job for the gang, she'd probably be dead by now.
Drugs weren't exactly something that she stole often, sure it was stealing drugs that had gotten her into this mess to begin with but since then it wasn't something she did. Most of the jobs that the gang got her to do involved jewellery, money or even weapons. Even the few jobs she did on the side, either for herself or for someone she knew, didn't involve them any more, they were also mostly jewellery too, usually nothing more. "Okay, let's go." She said, that same eagerness still in her voice. Without waiting she bounded off toward the warehouse, she knew there was only the smallest chance that someone would see them coming, she'd been there for a short time and no-one had seen her, and the nights that she had been there scoping the place out she had been undetected. She waited for her partner in crime near a side door that she had picked to enter the warehouse from. "This is the best way in." She said when he had joined her. 'There's been one guy on the other side for a while. As far as I can tell he just sits on some boxes just off to the side of the door, he was sleeping yesterday." When she had been there the night before the guy that was there, who was the same guy as the previous night so it was safe to assume that it'd be the same guy again, was sitting there, head lolling to the side with his eyes closed. No-one noticed, except for her.
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