MAD SWEENEY ☘️🥃 (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} leprechaun) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} themandalay,@ 2017-08-22 17:39:00 |
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| Entry tags: | mad sweeney, narrative |
WHO: Mad Sweeney (feat. Laura Moon, Daisy Adair, Jax Teller).
WHAT: A snapshotty narrative of an armed bank robbery.
WHERE: A car, a bank, and a car again.
WHEN: Tuesday, August 22nd. Kicks off around 11AM-ish.
RATING | STATUS: Violence, near death experiences | Done because it's a narrative.
That morning she handed it off to him as if it were nothing but that lucky coin was the only thing he gave a shit about for hundreds of years. She said not to let it get to his head - how could he not? The moment he felt its familiar weight in the palm of his hand it was like he could breathe again. Now, in the driver's seat of an old Camaro parked outside the bank, that dizzying relief gave way to the steady thumping of anticipation.
"Keep your finger off the trigger unless you mean to fire," he said, voice muffled by the black ski mask he'd pulled on moments before. His eyes locked pointedly onto Daisy's in the reflection of the rear view mirror as his hand reached for the door handle. Something about her gave him the impression she could probably count on two fingers tops how many times she'd handled a gun before. If he was wrong it wouldn't be the first time.
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In and out, that was the plan, but the adrenaline rushing through his veins made it damn near impossible to recall there'd ever been a plan in the first place. Something in him snapped when the security guard leveled his gun at him, an invincibility he hadn't felt in far too long reared its arrogant head.
"Go on," he taunted the guard, standing with his chest only inches from the barrel of the gun, "Let's see you be a hero!" He feinted a charge and there it was - a click and then nothing. The gun trembled in the man's hands and Mad Sweeney laughed loudly, snatching the jammed weapon away from him. "Good on you for trying," he mocked, the wild smile hidden behind his mask evident in his voice. There was sick thud when he brought the butt to the man's temple with all of his might - surely an excessive use of force but that didn't cross Sweeney's mind any as blinded as he was by the thrill of it.
No sooner had the man fallen limply to the ground did he feel a hand on his forearm, trying fruitlessly to yank him backward. The effort was swiftly followed up by the smack of something hard on his back and he spun to face his assailant just in time to see her lower the gun she'd hit him with. "Focus now, play later," Laura told him, and he felt himself begin to sober at the reminder that she was no longer freakishly strong, no longer already too dead to die.
"Fine," he huffed, shoving the jammed handgun into his back pocket and shouldering the Mattock as he turned from her. Back to business. Not that it was the last time he needed to be redirected to the task at hand by either Laura or Daisy before they finished.
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It wasn't the clean getaway they'd been hoping for but fuck, he was having a grand time. His foot pressed the pedal further to the floor and they accelerated towards what looked like it could be nothing but a head-on collision, Oh, but Mad Sweeney's luck had never allowed him to lose a game of chicken before. This was not his first rodeo. He could hear Daisy bitching in the backseat and although her specific words were lost in the roar of the engine, her tone easily illustrated exactly how annoyed she was with his driving thusfar. Annoyed - not terrified. Daisy was too dead to be scared.
The car in their path veered out of their way at the last moment, clipping their bumper in the process. The Camaro's tires screamed when the small impact threatened to send them into a spin but he quickly corrected, yanking his ski mask off and tossing it at Laura's feet on the passenger side floor once the vehicle had been righted. If this car was fiberglass and plastic instead of good old fashioned American steel they'd be in some trouble.
Raking a hand through his sweat soaked hair, his eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror where he confirmed Daisy's annoyance. Her eyes looked like they were going to roll out of her skull and beat them to the hotel. He cast a glance at Laura and did a double take - she was smiling. A better reaction that he expect, he noted with a grin. With police sirens behind them and cars honking and swerving out of their way ahead of them, they still had quite a ways to go before they'd shake the cops and get back to the Mandalay but there was no doubt in Sweeney's mind they'd get there. Damn, it felt good to be lucky again.
"Keep your finger off the trigger unless you mean to fire," he said, voice muffled by the black ski mask he'd pulled on moments before. His eyes locked pointedly onto Daisy's in the reflection of the rear view mirror as his hand reached for the door handle. Something about her gave him the impression she could probably count on two fingers tops how many times she'd handled a gun before. If he was wrong it wouldn't be the first time.
In and out, that was the plan, but the adrenaline rushing through his veins made it damn near impossible to recall there'd ever been a plan in the first place. Something in him snapped when the security guard leveled his gun at him, an invincibility he hadn't felt in far too long reared its arrogant head.
"Go on," he taunted the guard, standing with his chest only inches from the barrel of the gun, "Let's see you be a hero!" He feinted a charge and there it was - a click and then nothing. The gun trembled in the man's hands and Mad Sweeney laughed loudly, snatching the jammed weapon away from him. "Good on you for trying," he mocked, the wild smile hidden behind his mask evident in his voice. There was sick thud when he brought the butt to the man's temple with all of his might - surely an excessive use of force but that didn't cross Sweeney's mind any as blinded as he was by the thrill of it.
No sooner had the man fallen limply to the ground did he feel a hand on his forearm, trying fruitlessly to yank him backward. The effort was swiftly followed up by the smack of something hard on his back and he spun to face his assailant just in time to see her lower the gun she'd hit him with. "Focus now, play later," Laura told him, and he felt himself begin to sober at the reminder that she was no longer freakishly strong, no longer already too dead to die.
"Fine," he huffed, shoving the jammed handgun into his back pocket and shouldering the Mattock as he turned from her. Back to business. Not that it was the last time he needed to be redirected to the task at hand by either Laura or Daisy before they finished.
It wasn't the clean getaway they'd been hoping for but fuck, he was having a grand time. His foot pressed the pedal further to the floor and they accelerated towards what looked like it could be nothing but a head-on collision, Oh, but Mad Sweeney's luck had never allowed him to lose a game of chicken before. This was not his first rodeo. He could hear Daisy bitching in the backseat and although her specific words were lost in the roar of the engine, her tone easily illustrated exactly how annoyed she was with his driving thusfar. Annoyed - not terrified. Daisy was too dead to be scared.
The car in their path veered out of their way at the last moment, clipping their bumper in the process. The Camaro's tires screamed when the small impact threatened to send them into a spin but he quickly corrected, yanking his ski mask off and tossing it at Laura's feet on the passenger side floor once the vehicle had been righted. If this car was fiberglass and plastic instead of good old fashioned American steel they'd be in some trouble.
Raking a hand through his sweat soaked hair, his eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror where he confirmed Daisy's annoyance. Her eyes looked like they were going to roll out of her skull and beat them to the hotel. He cast a glance at Laura and did a double take - she was smiling. A better reaction that he expect, he noted with a grin. With police sirens behind them and cars honking and swerving out of their way ahead of them, they still had quite a ways to go before they'd shake the cops and get back to the Mandalay but there was no doubt in Sweeney's mind they'd get there. Damn, it felt good to be lucky again.