Jesse James (gotawaywithit) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-12-19 18:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | jesse james, robin hood |
Who: Jesse James and Robin Hood
What: Bank robbing. You know, the usual.
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: One Chase Manhattan Plaza, Financial District, NYC
Warnings: None
Even after researching the Toys for Tots charity online, Jesse still wasn't sure how he felt about giving awy sixty percent of their take. Sure, he'd done the occasional good deed in the past, but that had been mostly o keep his name good and clean in the press. He'd never made it a habit like his friend, Robin. He'd agreed to it this time only because his fingers were itching so close to the holidays and the birth of his new twins. The income supplement would do nicely as a boost into the New Year. The kids needed school tuition, Mary was growing out of her fencing gear, and Frankâwell, Frank kept going on about reenactments and such and wanting original pieces. It all cost money and bit of extra that didn't come from taxable income would help.
He was still a bit old fashioned in his techniques, he had to admit. He was sitting in the passenger seat of Robin's van with a kerchief, two six shooters on his hips, and a Thompson Machine Gun gripped in his right hand. He wore an overcoat he'd had since the 1930s that was the perfect size to cover the aforementioned machine gun and black leather gloves to hide his prints. He ignored the usual need for a bullet proof vest since there was no chance of being harmed by any stray bullet that happened to hit home. The modern conveniences of bank robbery did nothing for him. If asked, Jesse would have called it cheating to the umpteenth degree. It took skill to rob a bank, not technology.
"Alright, we goin' over this again?" Jesse glanced between Robin and the large Chase bank branch outside their van. "You keep 'em quiet and I'll get us in the vault. I got enough bags'n two full clips. You got the 'real' guns?" He hated modern guns, with their thick, black, assembly line looks and casings. He preferred something with a more handmade, human touch. "You still dead set on givin' more'n half of this up?"