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Petit Lapan LeBeau (prettylilbunny) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-09-13 17:03:00

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anthony j crowley, artan stillman, cassidy turner, petit lapan lebeau

Who: Petit's moving crew
Where: Crowley's fine business establishment in London
When: Sunday afternoon
Why: Planning and probably executing a heist

It was NOT a dark and stormy night. In fact it was a rather balmy Sunday afternoon in London, and Petit had already spread blueprints out across a table, after having made sure there were enough chairs, it had been quite some time since she'd been this optimistic about a plan, and most of that was due to the highly unusual nature of it.
It was one of those 'oldest trick in the book' tricks that still worked because nobody used it anymore.

Aside from the blueprints, a hand-scribbled itinerary and other various notes, she also had a cardboard box under the table with the rest of the supplies, now she just had to wait for everyone to arrive so she could explain.

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1stbornextreme
2008-09-13 07:22 pm UTC (link)

Cassidy walked in. At first sight, he was just a young man with a ponytail and fingerless gloves, wearing a hoodie. He saw Petit and the blueprints before he nodded to her and took a seat across from her. He looked a bit sleep deprived, but otherwise alert and ready to listen.

"Afternoon." He murmured.

Artan was already there, having come along with Petit, and was spread out two separate chairs in an almost-hammock fashion. He looked over at the newcomer and gave him a once over, before looking up at Petit. "Recruiting kids now?" Not that either of them were ones to talk, they were much younger than Cassidy when they started their line of work.

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robyngraves
2008-09-13 07:34 pm UTC (link)

359 was unusually on time an in an unusually good mood, as well as being slightly bruised still from the paintballs of a couple nights ago. She'd never worked with Petit on a job before and though this technically wasn't her universe's Petit, it was still an event she'd been looking forward to. Especially now that she'd been forced to work on things like stealth and control and knew she wouldn't get crazy and fuck anything up.

She walked in, lit marlboro in hand, and plopped down in a chair. Roadie-chick nodded at Petit and Artan, and said hey to Cass.

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	prettylilbunny 2008-09-13 11:48 pm UTC (link)
	"He volunteered." Petit answered Artan with a shrug, "He knows what he's getting into. And besides that he's dating our future daughter, which is something we'll talk about later." She nodded a greeting to 359, "Glad you could make it, and you too Cassidy, thanks for pitching in. As soon as Mr. Crowley gets here we'll get underway. (Reply to this)

snakelikesmile
2008-09-14 06:51 pm UTC (link)

Fashionably late, as one should expect a demon to be, Crowley wandered through the door a few minutes later, glancing around at the occupants of the room with a feigned look of apology. "Sorry, dears, terribly sorry. There's a War on, wouldn't you know," The words were muttered, vague, the same way Crowley begged his absence from the Angel. Moving to the head of the table, he sat down, looking around.

"Ms. Lebeau, is this all of us? I was simply going to close up shop, to keep us from being bothered,"

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prettylilbunny
2008-09-14 08:27 pm UTC (link)

She nodded, "This is all that's coming, yes. Remy LeBeau, my father, will be joining us once we're underway, he's helping with phase two, but we'll get to that."

She cracked her knuckles, waiting until he got back before drawing two blueprints to the fore, "This is the museum itself, the Bead Museum in Glendale Arizona, where there's going to be a new exhibit opening soon, 'beadwork through the ages' I believe it's called. And this over here is the vault where the new exhibits are being stored."

She tilted her head, studying the blueprint again, "It's actually more of a warehouse with climate control. Anyway, both the museum and the warehouse-slash-vault are both equally equipped, difficult and dangerous to break into."

She shrugged, "Not impossible of course, but with the sudden outbreak of narcolepsy we can't risk somebody falling asleep at a crucial moment. So, if breaking in is out, when's the next most likely time for us to swoop in? Anybody?"

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1stbornextreme
2008-09-14 09:01 pm UTC (link)

Cassidy, who had been taught by pirates for most of his childhood, simply smirked - it was a familiar one, though by no right familial - and answered quietly, yet loud enough for the other three to hear.
"Just walk right in and take it." He knew well enough how to act like everything on earth was his, he was incredibly good at establishing a calm air about himself.

It was due in part to the aforementioned tutoring and also due to his time on stage and in front of cameras when he was snowboarding.

The smirk stayed in place as Artan just looked over at him, keeping track of how the kid behaved.

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robyngraves
2008-09-15 04:10 am UTC (link)

She nodded at Cass's statement before volunteering her own opinion. "Or we could catch it while it's in transit from storage to the exhibit. Play that we're the delivery bitches." Planning this sort of thing wasn't exactly her forte, and yet at the same time it had a weird air of familiarity that reminded her of a certain stolen car full of cash and drugs in Reno that she'd tried very hard to forget.

She took a drag off her cigarette and pondered. "Beads, though? Really?" The haul really didn't matter as this was just another distraction to keep her from falling asleep, but damn. Beads. They must be worth something though, to go to all this trouble.

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prettylilbunny
2008-09-15 09:29 am UTC (link)

Petit had nodded at Cassidy's statement, "Good instinct, but we're going to need something more subtle." She smiled at 359 then, "That, exactly that. And yes, beads. Old beads, as well as some costumes with beadwork, historical stuff that isn't immediately recognizable."

She shook her head then, "I realize that snatching things mid-transit might seem to be an even more dangerous option, but 359 has it right, posing as a moving company takes that risk down considerably. It means they're going to see us, which is kind of the point in a game like this, because if they can see us the whole time, they won't suspect us of being the ones who swiped things. Everybody with me so far?"

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snakelikesmile
2008-09-15 10:10 pm UTC (link)

Crowley smiled a little as he nodded, the way a proud father might. He was by no means a stranger to theivery, over the years, and while his mind was quick to offer up the easy out, he decided it would be more fun to play in mortal constraints, to offer the illusion of risking getting caught. If the shit really did hit the proverbial fan, he could always bail them- or at least himself- out.

"I have a few somewhat-legitimate business fronts, or at least company names registered, if you were looking for one to claim to be the movers. Although, assuming they already have the security and transit teams set up, we'd have to find a way to get integrated into their firms, without seeming too obvious," Again, something he could help with, if they desired.

[ooc: Excuse the arrogant ass for seeming like he wants to godmod. He's really just a vain mofo. If I do something out of line, just lemme know. ♥]

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