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maskormenacelogs2019-01-09 10:54 pm
crassidy) wrote in maskormenacelogs2019-01-09 10:54 pm
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WHO: Cassidy and Tulip
WHERE: Drug store in MF
WHEN: One evening in early Jan
WHAT: The duo get up to some illegal hijinks
WARNINGS: Drugs, guns, misbehaving
[After being warned numerous times before, Cassidy has heeded Tulip's stern words and attempted to not stand out. It's not a bad go of it, honestly, with a battered old leather jacket, jeans and DM's. He is wearing his questionably memorable unicorn tee, but look, he's tried and that's what matters.
There's a good enough scope out point opposite the target, a block down in a dimly lit alleyway, but Cass seems more interested in trying to get his joint relit than actually checking out the place, half smoked stub dangling from his lips as he mutters.]
This better be a bloody improvement on the week, I tell yeh.
[As weeks go, he's not been impressed with his.]
WHERE: Drug store in MF
WHEN: One evening in early Jan
WHAT: The duo get up to some illegal hijinks
WARNINGS: Drugs, guns, misbehaving
[After being warned numerous times before, Cassidy has heeded Tulip's stern words and attempted to not stand out. It's not a bad go of it, honestly, with a battered old leather jacket, jeans and DM's. He is wearing his questionably memorable unicorn tee, but look, he's tried and that's what matters.
There's a good enough scope out point opposite the target, a block down in a dimly lit alleyway, but Cass seems more interested in trying to get his joint relit than actually checking out the place, half smoked stub dangling from his lips as he mutters.]
This better be a bloody improvement on the week, I tell yeh.
[As weeks go, he's not been impressed with his.]
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There's no glancing over her shoulder or making sure the area is clear. It's too late for that kind of worry. Recon was long over.]
Trouble in paradise?
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[Grumbled with heavy sarcasm, taking the ski mask and starting to pull it over his head before remembering the existence of the joint between his lips. Rather than fumble with the whole process, he instead leaves the wool mask perched on top of his head for now like an awkward looking beanie.
He'll follow Tulip's lead here, if only because his own experience with robbing tends to be a whole lot less organised. Even having a ski mask prepared is far beyond his usual standards.]
I got sent back, y'know? Over the weekend.
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[It's half distracted- which, honestly, he should be used to with her and Jesse. Paying full attention to what people are actually saying? Please. Sounds hard. Slipping her gun into place needed way more focus.]
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[Ugh, he's so used to it, doesn't mean he can't get all indignant about it though, huffing out a breath of smoke as he watches her manhandle her gun. His own already tucked unceremoniously down the back of his jeans.]
Back back. Like our world kind of back.
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[That gets her attention- it involved her and Jesse after all- and her head jerks up to look at him.]
World ended yet?
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Not that I noticed, usually not far off it though. Never a dull day, eh? Didn't see you guys, 'fore you ask.