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Gotta be honest, Amerika was freaking out. Not that you'd know it looking at him. Amerika was a perfect specimen of poise and badassery, glancing around as figments faded in and out of reality and the ground warped between different times and places like a kaleidescope. You learn quick how to hide what you're feeling on the streets, and Amerika had had years of practice.
He had a knife in hand (wishing he had a gun), ready to shank the first one of these diablos that came at him. Maybe it wouldn't do shit, but they'd know he wasn't no puto either way.
4 Undercover (except not really)
The gang life if the life Amerika is most comfortable with; holding a 'job'? He didn't have the scraps for that. Back in LA places just didn't take chicanos with rap sheets, and it wasn't much better in Johannesburg. The gangster aesthetic seemed to be popular enough that it went international, which was just as well for Amerika, made it so his rep carried weight in places he'd never been before. The original gangster. Show 'em how to do it right.
Gangsters on the turtle were a different story. More like Yakuza than Rolling 30s. But respect was a language that went past cultural lines, and Amerika found a place for himself in the snakes easy enough. Low level, but he'd work his way up from there, probably. Not too high though, that was just asking for trouble.
This other foreigner, though? They didn't strike Amerika as someone that really 'fit' the lifestyle. He honestly wanted to know what they were doing trying to roll with an outfit like this, if only for their own good.
Working with the Snakes held some benefits... mostly acquiring supplies for the Morrigan. He was mostly a... contractor, rather than swearing fealty for the Snakes.
They didn't know how he did it, and he refused any work that involved roughing people up, or killing them. Stealing, or collecting debts? Perfect for him. Best thing? The Snakes didn't even know it was him. A plus side of being Assassin-trained.
He was waiting for his next assignment when the Foreigner approached. A quick flash of his Sense indicated he wasn't a threat, so...
"My story?" He replies, in an Irish accent, but one suitably changed from his regular one to make sure he isn't picked up on the Consoles and Radios as the Foreigner doing the Snakes' dirty work. "What makes you think I have one?"
Yup, just a couple of bros, each with their own specific flavors of homophobia.
With a look up and down the ally, they headed to the back of the store. The owner should be gone for at least another hour. Amerika took his crowbar and jammed it between two beams of wood in the back, splitting off a plank, and then another. Enough space to squeeze in.
"That wasn't necessary. I could have picked the lock." Shay remarks, but moves to slip into the store. He pauses, looking around, then up. He activates his Sense, the target showing up gold a few rooms over. No obvious traps, and no-one else that he could tell.
He doubted Mr. Bigshot could have picked it faster than he'd taken those planks off, but Amerika wasn't gonna argue with the dude in the middle of a job.
"Do me a favour?" He motions towards the door. "Keep an eye out. He might come back." That's something Shay doesn't want to deal with. He really doesn't want to deal with that.
And whilst his partner is playing look-out, Shay approaches the locked cabinet where the juulan they were meant to lift is sitting. Flicking his wrist to extend the hidden blade stored up there, he inserts it into the lock, breaking it to get into the contents.
He scoops up the juulan, stashing it, straightening it and heading out of the back office.
"Hey. It's done, let's-" And he cuts off as he turns around... and the shopowner is right there.
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tushanshu_ooc2015-09-22 11:30 pm
Amerika (Yankee) | Chappie
3 Dreaming
Gotta be honest, Amerika was freaking out. Not that you'd know it looking at him. Amerika was a perfect specimen of poise and badassery, glancing around as figments faded in and out of reality and the ground warped between different times and places like a kaleidescope. You learn quick how to hide what you're feeling on the streets, and Amerika had had years of practice.
He had a knife in hand (wishing he had a gun), ready to shank the first one of these diablos that came at him. Maybe it wouldn't do shit, but they'd know he wasn't no puto either way.
4 Undercover (except not really)
The gang life if the life Amerika is most comfortable with; holding a 'job'? He didn't have the scraps for that. Back in LA places just didn't take chicanos with rap sheets, and it wasn't much better in Johannesburg. The gangster aesthetic seemed to be popular enough that it went international, which was just as well for Amerika, made it so his rep carried weight in places he'd never been before. The original gangster. Show 'em how to do it right.
Gangsters on the turtle were a different story. More like Yakuza than Rolling 30s. But respect was a language that went past cultural lines, and Amerika found a place for himself in the snakes easy enough. Low level, but he'd work his way up from there, probably. Not too high though, that was just asking for trouble.
This other foreigner, though? They didn't strike Amerika as someone that really 'fit' the lifestyle. He honestly wanted to know what they were doing trying to roll with an outfit like this, if only for their own good.
"Hey, vato, what's your story?"
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They didn't know how he did it, and he refused any work that involved roughing people up, or killing them. Stealing, or collecting debts? Perfect for him. Best thing? The Snakes didn't even know it was him. A plus side of being Assassin-trained.
He was waiting for his next assignment when the Foreigner approached. A quick flash of his Sense indicated he wasn't a threat, so...
"My story?" He replies, in an Irish accent, but one suitably changed from his regular one to make sure he isn't picked up on the Consoles and Radios as the Foreigner doing the Snakes' dirty work. "What makes you think I have one?"
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"Pff, cut the 'partner' shit we're grabbing a cash box not sucking each other's dicks."
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Because, sorry, Amerika, that sort of thing didn't happen in the 18th century. He's giving you a puzzled look, before he shakes his head.
"Never mind. Let's get this over with."
Honestly, he didn't need a partner, but... they insisted.
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With a look up and down the ally, they headed to the back of the store. The owner should be gone for at least another hour. Amerika took his crowbar and jammed it between two beams of wood in the back, splitting off a plank, and then another. Enough space to squeeze in.
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"We're clear. This way."
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Crowbar in hand, he followed Shay further in.
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"I'll get the target."
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He headed out to the front of the store, taking up residence behind a curtain and looking out at the street from an angle.
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He scoops up the juulan, stashing it, straightening it and heading out of the back office.
"Hey. It's done, let's-" And he cuts off as he turns around... and the shopowner is right there.