site event four - the bank robbery!

[LAINEY.]

THE VALKYRIE JOB

so this is the official thread of the bank robbery. all posts will be posted in this thread. you can start posting at anytime. once the thread picks up and more people are posting just be aware of the action going on in the thread, so paying attention would be key. also, when the heist team leaves the bank, that doesn't mean the thread ends for the hostages. they can still be involved as police would come in, see if anyone is injured, and definitely would interview them. we haven't done a thread like this yet, so everyone have fun!

THE VALKYRIE JOB

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[jackson noah sharpe]

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[anthony adriano valentino]

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[william elijah tyler]

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---NORMALLY WILLIAM TYLER WASN'T THE PLANNING TYPE. he never followed the rules, and he always thought he knew better than everybody around him, even if he clearly didn't. it came with behind thick skulled and stubborn, and it was infuriating for some of his friends and family. he couldn't help it. on every heist so far, will had somehow strayed from jack's plan. it was usually because he saw a window of opportunity, or because he couldn't remember. the latter was the more common occurrence, considering he hardly paid attention during the meetings. lately, however, he had been. he'd been keen on listening in, on understanding the details. he wanted to make sure he understood what was going on. he wanted to be on top of things for once, there was no room for error and mistake. if he was the one who caused this job to blow up, he was basically shooting he and all of his friends in the foot. he didn't want to be that guy, the one who caused more stress, the one everybody would be mad at because he couldn't stick to the god damn plan. that wouldn't be him, not this time.

why was he freaking out for once? well, the answer was easy. they had always done the job outside of their hometown, all along the california coastline, performing their less than legal deeds all along the west coast. but never before had they touched valkyrie, never before had they even come close to touching valkyrie. it was like the safe zone, the harbor they ran to after wreaking havoc on some other innocent town. yet here they were, preparing to pull a job on the bank in their hometown. valkyrie, california. they'd grown up there, and the likelihood of running into somebody they knew was great. will wanted to understand the plan because this was too close for comfort to goof around, it wouldn't as easy to lose the cops because outside of these city limits, where could they go? if he messed up, the rest of the team would also be screwed, they'd all be in danger. it was the same risks as any other job they'd done, but this one actually had him on edge. it really didn't hit him until the night before because he could hardly sleep and found himself up most of the night, staring at the ceiling with his arms behind his head. so many things could go wrong. he probably went over the simple plan in his head a million times by the time he met up with the boys that morning.

what was worrying him the most was running into people he knew. at least he knew his family was out of the way. his sisters were taking their classes, his mother was at work. mayci, the youngest, was the only one home. and the idea of her getting off her lazy ass to go to the bank was laughable, so he was sure that wouldn't be an issue. but what about everybody else he knew? he'd spent his entire life in valkyrie. twenty-nine years. he had known these people for twenty-nine years. there were old teachers, classmates, coworkers, guys he gambled with, women he'd slept with, the woman at starbucks who knows "his usual." the possibilities of familiar faces were endless, and it was unnerving. he was the one who dealt with the hostages. he was the one who had to make sure they stayed put, and even threaten their lives when the police were pushing their luck and trying to come inside. jack and rocky were behind the scenes, grabbing the money. elise was hidden away somewhere, safe and sound. ej had the car. and sanders was a decoy. will? he was the people person, the one who dealt with the interaction. he was the intimidating one.

"i got it, jackson," will muttered when jack specifically told him to stick to the plan. he was feeling tense, but he was ready. he'd gone over this day in his head, replaying every scenario he could think of. he was going to do this, and he was going to do it right. just proceeded to explain the plan. it was simple. short, sweet, and not hard to forget. will liked it, but it didn't lower his level of stress anymore. when jack finished again, will nodded, glancing in rocky's direction before looking back at jack. he could feel the sweat pooling on his forehead. will's eyes were focused intently on the guard, adrenaline building up with every step the guy took towards the end of the building. "ready?" he heard jack ask. this was it. will grabbed the mask jack handed him and pulled it over his head. he pulled up the hood of the black sweatshirt he had on, garbed entirely in a dull onyx. his hands found their familiar place on the gun he was designated before finally it was time. the back doors of the van slowly opened, "good luck," will muttered under his breath before hopping out. this was it. this was their time now. their playing field.

will held the gun tightly in his hands, looking as inconspicuous as possible with his head bent, mask unseen. he quickly, but carefully made his way to the front entrance of the bank. it seemed to be a slow day, not many people coming or leaving. good, that made his job easier. once inside, he glanced up briefly, looking for chance, but it was time to take action before he found him. almost like instinct, will's arm flew into the hair and set off a few rounds into the ceiling, "get the fuck down," he yelled, aiming his gun randomly as he heard screams, "get in the right side of the building, all of you!" he set off another bullet towards the sky as the people scurried to wear he demanded. he was on a high, and not necessarily a good one. he was too preoccupied to really recognize anybody right away. the bank tellers and customers alike ran to the side, "drop your god damn phones," he instructed sternly, snatching one out of a woman's hand and throwing it to the side. she began crying. god, sometimes the guilt got to him. he wondered if the woman knew his mother but he had to snap out of it. "now listen up, you all stay alive as long as the cops stay out, got it? cooperate and nobody gets hurt." the clock was ticking, and he was just waiting for the moment when he was permitted to turn on his heels and run.

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(STATUS) finished. (TAGGED) all of you<3 (WORDS) 1,111 (OUTFIT) same as jack's post. (COMMENTS) i had no idea what i was doing. if i have to change it, lainey, don't hesitate to tell me. (CREDITS) lyrics; "hero of war" rise against.

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[charlie diana eloise ashton]

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"go ahead ma'am." charlie said politely. the woman was a regular at valkyrie's country club and no doubt knew her father. it was better just to let the woman have at it and wait for the next one. a minute later and another pen opened up. charlie breathed a sigh of relief, half rolling her eyes at the situation. who really had to go through so much hell just for a pen? really? she began scribbling down her information, trying her best to write quickly and get into line. the sooner she was out of here the better and charlie knew that but the longer she sat here writing out her account number, the longer the teller line became, and there really weren't a lot of tellers at work today apparently. she had just finished signing her name when a bunch of screaming came from the door followed by the loud pop of gun fire. charlie screamed and crouched to the floor. she may have been a criminal but she was one of the more innocent, clean-handed, non-confrontational criminals. she robbed people but they didn't know their things were being taken from them until she was well out of the way of danger. this was the closest she'd ever been to a gunshot that may as well have been aimed for her head. sure her father shot things recreationally, but those gunshots weren't meant for her. charlie collected her things into her bag as they'd scattered across the floor and hurried over to where the general population had gathered. great. she did not need this today. she was already shaking from the adrenaline shock to her system, so badly she could hardly scramble for her phone to toss it wherever the others had gone. she pressed her back against a wall as she looked up at the tall, looming man covered head to toe in black. her arms wrapped around her legs except to nervously push her hair back away from her face. she was so stunned that she didn't even realize she knew the voice of the man who was screaming at her. notes, tag: people. clothes: - sweater word count, 1,069 thanks brooklyn from caution

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[vivienne claire sharpe]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] [/style][style=font-family: COURIER; font-size: 16px; text-align:center; color:#e2e2e2;] REST MY EYES TILL THE FEVER'S OUT OF ME vivienne hardly ever went to the bank. she could count on one hand how many times she'd stepped foot in the high ceilinged -and somehow still oppressive- building. it wasn't all that unsurprising considering her lineage. she was hardly ever tight when it came to money. not that she squandered that which her parents lent her for school or took any of it for granted -that wasn't her style and she certainly wasn't raised to be frivolous with that kind of thing. regardless, she was not often found at the bank because money was not often a problem for her. or at least it hadn't been until recently. it was considerably harder to keep things from her parents than she thought when it came to money. never before had she encountered a problem. she spent money on food, clothes, date nights with her girlfriends out at some restaurant or another -all fairly inconspicuous purchases. but her life had taken a rather drastic one-eighty in the last few weeks and suddenly there was more to life than high heels and bread dipped in olive oil. there was film to buy, things to investigate, money to pay some bum off to tell her what he'd seen and all sorts of seedy underground expenses to try and weasel her way into the crime loop as incognito as possible. it all added up fairly quickly. and it wasn't an obstacle she'd thought about before getting wrapped up in it so deep that she couldn't possibly manage without. so she kept secrets. opened her own private account that her parents couldn't keep tabs on. it felt dangerous, guilty and definitely more real when she'd gone to the bank on her own the first time and opened the account up. she was really doing this. this wasn't going to be some wild, half-assed goose chase. she knew herself -if she was sneaking around with money and going behind her parents backs, it was serious. there was no going back now. so there she was, a girl who'd barely stepped foot inside a bank throughout her entire life, frequenting the place. one of the tellers knew her face now. it made her anxious and she avoided the woman as much as possible. word could spread around valkyrie pretty fast if her parents ever came here and got to talking with her. oh, your daughter has been in here! my, my, my that girl has grown up into a lovely young woman! yeah. that's a conversation vivienne was hell bent on making sure didn't happen. there was no way she could explain her private account to her parents. so she was meticulous about her arrivals and departures. she was usually in and out quick. that was the plan today. she needed a hundred dollars or so for her next underground endeavor. she was estimating, of course, but a hundred seemed like a fair amount. she would withdraw it, speak as little as possible, keep her eyes on the floor and then get the hell out of dodge as fast as her legs would carry her. it was all going according to plan until a gunshot cracked like thunder over her head. she'd previously been standing in line amongst a throng of impatient people, trying to make herself look less nervous. but the forced serene quality of her face vanished in half a second as the first shot resonated through her head. a second followed it, then a third. her heart slammed against her ribs and she watched with a dazed fascination as the crowd before her split and fall like a flower opening. get the fuck down! a loud, dark voice rose above the panicked cries. she had enough sense to follow the orders. she bent quickly and folded her long legs underneath her. her face lost the rouge of blood quickly and her eyes darted back in forth like a machine on overload. this was all too startlingly familiar. the gunshots were too close, too immediate. she'd been far too close to loaded guns lately. not only did she watch someone get murdered and hear the shots then -but she'd been replaying the scene and each bullet in her nightmares every night afterwards. the proximity of the all too familiar noise now brought the memories right back. tightened every muscle in her body. made her clench her teeth together. a low moan squeezed from her throat as she watched the dark clad, hulking man make his way into the bank. she moved robotically to the right side of the building where the scramble of people migrated. she heard nervous breath, hot tears and someone whispering a prayer. she remained quiet. the only indication that she was shaken was the pallor of her face. she pulled herself by the wall next to another young woman and followed her example as she slid her phone across the floor to the building pile. she too was all together too shocked to assign the voice to a familiar face. her mind was a fog -full of hardened adrenaline and memories that didn't belong to this place. blood collecting under a man's body. his last whisper of air. dead, glassy eyes hanging up in the red shadows of her dark room. the man with the gun explained no one would get hurt if everyone cooperated. it didn't mollify her in the least. she clenched her teeth until her jaw ached and planted her hands on the tile floor, watching the reflections of the lights overhead gleam on her darkly painted fingernails. her eyes quickly found the man again, not so eager to take her eyes off the enemy for long. she knew better than to try and be a hero in this kind of situation, but she wasn't going to show fear outright. she'd watched a man die in a pool of his own blood and she swore she'd make it right. if she was going to delve into that cesspool fully, then she had to be brave enough to survive a bank robbery. 998 WORDS , TAG errrybody, OUTFIT , <3

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[anthony adriano valentino]

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[rocco atticus finley]

<sub>- - - things were setting up like they should've. everything was going to plan the way that him and jackson had ironed them out. elise was set up on her post, chance was in the bank and he was currently in the company of jackson and will while ej was waiting for the cue. rocky's tall frame as well as will and jackson's were coated completely in black; pants shoes, gloves, high necked and long sleeve shirts and the masks to finish the ensemble off on top. to say that his heart wasn't beating at a mile a minute was a lie but this happened with every robbery. don't get him wrong though, it wasn't nerves, no. the grin on on his face assured that. the quick and rapid beat of his heart was only fueling more blood and adrenaline into his veins. rocky was excited, but as he naturally did, he kept his cool. that was rocky finley for ya. his bubble very rarely burst, but when it did it was never pretty. to be honest, he wasn't really sure why he was so excited about this heist in particular. the others he'd done weren't a big deal to him so why was this one so big for him. maybe it was because it was a hometown heist. valkyrie bank was the bank of the city. the getaway had to be well planned because their trip back to the garage was short. there could or probably would be people they know in here. rocky could feel the tension loading in his shoulders.

he hoped to god that there wasn't some random chance that his mother or naya had decided to come into the bank today. he knew naya liked to run her errands on her lunch break from the hospital when she could but hell, she rarely even got to leave for lunch. as for mama finley, well...he would just have to hope that she wasn't in the building. his mother was a gem really, and to be honest if his mom was leaving the house to go anywhere, it would be to go pick up caden from day care or something or to go to michaels to get some craft supplies on her days off. one of them which happened to be today. the only thing he could do is cross his fingers and hope to god that he wouldn't walk to the lobby and see his mother on the floor scared out of her wits. that would probably be the one thing that would make rocky lose it. either that or if he came out and saw naya and caden out there. that would make him completely lose his shit. that little boy, his sister and his mother were his life, and seeing them in any danger, let alone one he's inflicting would be enough to break someone like him. lost within his thoughts for only a moment it was will's voice to jackson that smacked him in the face and woke him up to the moment and the opportunity in front of him. he nodded as he heard jackson go over the plan once more, "remember keep the composure, and keep stern. the minute they see you nervous, they'll test you," he spoke. in rocky's mind the way he thought about it was that none of these people expected to be faced with them today. most people were going around thinking that things like this would never happen to them and when it does no matter how much you may plan things out, when it hits you, you freak out and that the mindset that rocky was going on because by the time the people got themselves together to take action, rocky and the gang would be long gone. they were calculated, they executed, and the won. always. smirking to himself, rocky watched as will turned in his direction for only a moment and rocky took a step up a little more towards the door, his smooth gloved fingers reaching and pulling the mask down over his features, "judgement day," he spoke, his smirk still evident underneath his mask, "god's hands now boys" with a nod, he followed will inside the bank, his gun up and at eye level as will fired the rounds into the air, and began to take control of the people. rocky stayed for a moment as backup towill as he secured the guard of the bank before following jackson to vault. on the way to, rocky's eyes scanned the area, and to his dismay he did see people he knew. moving quickly and averting his gaze, rocky's eyes scanned the name tag before immediately finding the 'manager', a man in a royal blue collared shirt, and immediately pointed at him, "you! did you not fucking hear the man with the big ass fucking gun, get your hands in the goddamn air!" rocky's voice was booming and he let the adrenaline take over him. walking over to the man, rocky threw his arm around the manager, "well...'dan', what i'm gonna need you to do if you want to see your daughter...leah, correct? yeah, so if you're ever gonna want to see her again or not have explain to her why daddy got shot at work, i'm gonna need you to man the fuck up, and not play any games right now okay?" removing his arm from around his shoulders rocky picked up his gun once more pointing it dan, "open the vault, and drain it," he spoke, flicking on the laser light on his gun and aiming it directly in between his eyes, "this is my insurance," he spoke to him, "so let's not do anything we'll regret."
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the morning was a rather slow one for ro today. she was lagging, but the funny part of it all was that she didn't mind in the least. normally it would bug her to be moving this slow with her day but this time around she didn't mind. she found herself caught in her thoughts a lot more lately. doing just that was something ro never liked to let herself do. she was so headstrong that there was nothing that she didn't catch. that was something that helped her on jobs. she was very observant at all moments of the day. she'd gone to the supermarket today to get a few things for the house, and food for dorian. she'd even gone with him to the park today for her run, and he ran with her. that was something they hadn't done in a while. which was also ro's fault. she knew dorian knew something was up with ro, and sure it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but she had one of those crazy dog owner feelings that dorian knew what was going on with her. she would make it up to him, she promised. it was all will tyler's fault. she smirked though every time she thought about it.

will tyler had gotten the best of her, and through to most walls that ro liked to keep hidden a little easier than she'd wanted. he was so easy to like, and ro was even a little sad to admit that his baby blues could probably talk her into anything, especially after their date not too long ago. she wasn't gonna lie even though they'd been out a couple times now she still found herself looking for him when she went out on errands around town like she was today. but sadly, she found no avail.

but either way, ro was continuing on with her day. hopping out from the silver camaro parked across the street from the valkyrie bank, she made sure she clicked it shut, before slipping the keys back into her purse. ro's surveillance took over her again as her discolored eyes took in the area around her, before she headed on into the bank to withdrawal some more money before she would head on down to the local flea market. stepping foot into the bank she felt refreshed as the air conditioning in the area hit in a breeze against her face. filling out her form, ro was lost in her thoughts as she took out her card and filled out her information. humming to herself, her eyes quickly glanced back and forth between her card and the withdrawal form, before taking out her check from the studio and beginning to sign the back, but her hand stopped short as a bad feeling rushed through her. hearing quickened foot steps before the middle aged woman down the table from her screamed blood murder and gun rounds were heard throughout the air. ro's hands grabbed her things and immediately shoved them into her purse.

she heard voices, three different voices booming off the walls and high ceilings of the bank yelling for the now hostages to get on the ground, despite her heart beating, ro got on the floor and leaned against the side of the table. she sat against the wall for only a moment able to be hidden from whatever people were raiding the bank. feeling safe in her spot for only a moment, before the same frantic woman who screamed in her ear before body checked her out of the way on and off onto the marble floor of the waiting area, "ugh, bitch," ro muttered underneath her voice. getting down on the ground she watched for a moment as two of the men in masks went over to who was apparently the bank manager and began conversing with him while the other guy -the biggest guy- was patrolling the 'hostage area'. something about the frame of this man caught ro's attention though. there was something about him that seemed familiar. even the way he held himself and moved. ro couldn't help but listen closer to his voice as he spoke. it irked her. she wondered if behind the mask this man could tell she was staring at him. the even creepier thought for ro was whether or not she really did know this man, or even if maybe he was staring at her back through the mask and that he knew exactly who she was. for the first time in a long time, ro's throat went dry and her palms were beginning to sweat. she was nervous.
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"no it's no problem," gio moved aside allowing a little elderly woman to go ahead to the counter in front of him, flashing her his pearly white smile as she moved along. stepping back a bit, gio's eyes flashed to the pretty brunette girl behind him who seemed a bit frustrated. he smirked a bit eyes taking in her clothes, and stopping on her legs before his eyes trailed to her face. she had great legs, but before he could continue on being a dude, he faced forward on the line, the smallest hints of a smirk on his face. she was gorgeous, and sure, gio has been a bit deprived of even the presence of a woman since he'd been out on tours and missions in the middle east. sure the guys had snuck away to a few strip joints but the last he'd even seen of a real woman he was attracted to was before he reenlisted again and spent the last week hibernating in his girlfriends apartment with her and even that had been some odd years ago.

noticing that he must've looked like a creep just watching the girl fill out her information on her stuff. this chick -if she'd noticed him, which she probably had already- would no doubt either think that he was an absolute creep/rapist, or trying to steal her bank information. leaning over a bit to her, he threw on his best smile attempting to catch her attention, "excuse me," he spoke with a bit of a smile to his voice, "i don't mean to creep you out, and i'm sorry that i've been staring you in the most awkward way possible for you, but," connecting their eyes easily, his lip twitched up a bit on the right side before he spoke, "you have to be the most gorgeous woman i've seen in this town," he spoke his smirk staying put, and his eyes fastened on her with no set intention on moving, but gun shots can change a lot of things, and before he knew it, he was on the ground like the person in the front of the bank was ordering, but his marine instincts had taken over, and as for the hyperventilating old woman or the other stressed people in the area he was whispering for everyone to calm down and just do what he says and go to one area of the bank where they could all cluster together for safety. gio's eyes flicked to where the pretty brunette had gone and saw her collecting her things from the floor and placing them back in her purse, but his hand immediately reached out for her and pulled her in the general direction of everyone else, "okay despite, what i've said earlier, just relax," he spoke easily to her, "stay with this group of people and don't do anything other than what he asks," he told her as he began to lay on the ground and attempt to calm the other people around him. he'd learned about this, or something like it in his training. obtaining a hostile. this was a piece of cake but he had to get to a place where he could disarm the man with the gun from an angle where he couldn't see gio. smoothly, and maneuvering slowly and softly behind the island table with deposit slips and what not gio sat there waiting to see if the gunman would notice his body missing from the area. he needed to wait a little bit longer if this was going to work. quietly, he snorted to himself. on leave and i still don't even get a real vacation.
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this post right here is dedicated to ]the wonderful citizens of valkyrie and is an astounding amount of 2017 words in my own words i'd like to say that busy beeee, ruby i've recently fell in love with teen wolf so gio's gonna shamelessly try to play hero in hopes of winning over charlotte :D. well anyways, rocky's being all gangster chic so just imagine him in all black pretty much. ro is hangin out in this and gio's in this this. aubrey put together everything else in this layout. currently listening to frank ocean marathonnn. lyrics in the graphic above are from the song you know im no good by amy winehouse. that's all for now. ta ta!</sub>

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[charlie diana eloise ashton]

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[jackson noah sharpe]

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[vivienne claire sharpe]

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he'd secretly defied the robber's orders which meant he was either impossibly stupid, or brave enough to formulate a plan of attack. regardless, her gut roiled. something didn't feel right. she couldn't explain it but her skin started to crawl. the hair on the back of her neck stood up. she passed a look at the man at her side in the dark shirt, wondering if he'd seen the movement as well. if he could feel something foreboding in the air as well. she swallowed hard and clenched her teeth. a sinewy muscle in her jaw jumped with the movement and she could feel a vein at her temple beating. she hissed an exhale through her clenched teeth and shot a look back to where the other robbers had disappeared. at this point, she could only hope they'd hurry up and get out before something, or someone derailed their operation. 845 WORDS , TAG errrybody, OUTFIT , <3

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---THE ADRENALINE TOOK OVER PRETTY QUICKLY. will had to imagine it was a similar feeling to being on stage during a performance. you may be plain jane or john doe before they pull those curtains back, but once the stage lights hit you and the crowd was there, examining every move you made, every line you said, well you weren't plain jane or john doe anymore. at that moment you were somebody entirely different, you were enveloped into the character, brought to life by something inside yourself. that was how will felt when he robbed a bank. it was like the curtains pulled back and he was playing a part, and he had to play it to perfection or somebody would reach a cane out onto the stage and yank him off by the neck. the only difference was that william tyler was not acting. this was who he was, and a big part of it. this was his personality, his way of life. there was no pretending, it was him. no, he wasn't always holding guns to people's heads and screaming at them in a menacing manner, he was usually a fairly nice guy, but that didn't change anything. this was still a part of him. it was a big part of him, as well. sometimes he had to wonder what kind of person it took to become a criminal. the answer was pretty simple. it was the people who'd been stabbed in the back and betrayed. it was those who had been kicked while they were down. that's how each of the members on the team was, well with exceptions, but rocky, jack and he had started the team, and they had a rough go of it.

then there was a part of him that liked it, the rush. actually, it was a big part of him and he loved it. if he’d hated it or felt extremely guilty, there was no way he would have been able to keep going, he would have dropped out a long time ago. that wasn't the case however, because he craved the adrenaline and the power. it was almost like an on button, as soon as the first action was put into place, will's button turned on. he became a new person, and he loved every moment of it. it was a feeling he strived for, and something that came very naturally to him. he'd always been incredibly competitive, as well as had a bit of a temper issue. will liked to be in control, to have a say in what was going on, and for once he actually did. he was a big part of the team. not the most important part, but a big part. and he wasn't selfish, so he was not hard to deal with, but he did love the feeling. that was how he kept going, because he liked being a big part. even though he hadn't been fond of the idea of robbing their home town bank before, it didn't matter anymore, because he wasn't will tyler anymore. he was the member of a very successful heist team. they didn't make big mistakes; they were good at what they did. except sometimes people did make mistakes, and that was a problem.

the people within the bank followed his orders, some even taking the liberty to throw their phones into a pile. that was going to a pain to sort out, eh? he wasn't an idiot. he knew the cops would be here, but that wasn't the point. he didn't want these people to be telling the cops anything, because knowledge was power, and they didn’t need any power. he didn't want them giving descriptions, or describing what was happening in perfect detail, because that would leave the team at a disadvantage. as soon as the team was out of their hair, they could dial their little phones to their hearts desire, but right now that wasn't an option. after things like this, people went into shock, and they often couldn't remember precise details or descriptions, they made mistakes. that was what will wanted. he was fairly observant, and he noticed the woman, scared out of their minds and pressed against the wall. some men were terrified as well; he could see it on their expressions. however, there were a few who looked very calm. this was always the case, and they were people who were used to trauma for whatever reason. those were the type of people who could be potentially dangerous, but usually weren't, they were usually just the survivors. it was then that he noticed a few familiar faces. jack's sister, vivienne, was there. will, jack, and rocky had been friends since they were kids. will was always the one trying to sweet talk jack's mom into letting them go somewhere or do something. he'd probably done it a few times for vivienne's cause. the girl was almost like a sister to him. ugh. but even better, he noticed ro. yes, his ro, the one he'd unconventionally met and unconventionally dated. there she was, pressed back against a wall and staring wide eyed at him. then there were a few faces that he could only recognize faintly, people he'd seen around town. well, this was to be expected, no reason to lose his head. things like this were bound to happen in a town he grew up in.

he could hear the faint whispers, "shut up!" he boomed, "this doesn't have to end badly, but it will if you don't fucking cooperate," he was aiming his gun at them, moving it from side to side, pointing at different people although he couldn't bring himself to ever aim directly at ro or vivienne, but there were a ton of people the nose never directly stared at. it was purely random. "all of you lay down, and put your hands behind your head," he yelled, his voice demanding but extremely composed. he knew what he was doing, he had the power. he watched as jack and rocky went and got the teller and proceeded to get the money. good, they were almost done, this was almost done. the jobs only took about five minutes when everything went smoothly, yet it seemed and felt like a lifetime. it felt like he'd been standing there threatening to kill people for hours. "do it now or i will fucking shoot you, this is not a game," he said, his eyes wandering. he stared at ro for a moment before continuing to scrutinize the crowd as they began to lay flat on their stomachs and put their hands behind their heads, "good," he said again, his jaw flexed, his finger ready at the trigger. he hadn't killed anybody on a job yet, but he would if he had to. he had to prioritize, and he had to do it for the sake of the team, and for the sake of his family. he would do it if he had to. it was that simple, no questions asked. "come on," he muttered under his breath, glancing in the direction rocky and jack had gone. he could hear sirens, distant but approaching fast. the security guards were already waiting outside for the sake of the hostages, prepared.

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