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Post by Aegon Lobs on May 17, 2019 18:15:12 GMT -4
Benjamin B. BillionBooked and charged for a petty crime like usual, this time the crime was much more lessor than anything else he had done so in the past. He had stolen a citizen's bike for a means of transportation. The problem with the logic of stealing the citizen's bike, he broke the handles of the breaks with little power which caused him to crash and the cops ended up catching him and arresting him. Thirty days had passed and now he was fresh out and walking the streets. Instead of walking through the poor neighborhoods and districts, he decided to go to the more richer neighborhoods instead. He wore a typical black wife beater and black cargo pants with no shoes on, as he walked into one of the high end bars in which rich folks were typical there in fancy suits and having the luxuries of money. This wasn't the case for Aegon and with his towering 7'0ft in height and his massive body weight of 300lb, he approached the counter and took a seat at a nearby stool. The bartender eyed him nearby as he was finishing up cleaning a glass cup. He immediately grew suspicious on the matter and approached the lobster with caution and using his friendly manner, he spoke to him. "Hello sir, how may I help you this fine evening?"Aegon shifted his head and looked to see the bartender had come his way. He nodded and replied back after looking over the menu. "Will have the cheapest whisky you got."Before the man could question his origin of if he could pay for the drink, he immediately slammed a ten dollar bill onto the counter and slid it towards the bartender. Who refuted in asking the question and simply nodded towards the lobster. After only a matter of two minutes going by, the cheap whisky was given to Aegon and there he sat, drinking his sorrows away. Spending his last means of money on a whisky drink and trying to come up with a scheme in order to acquire more money. It was definitely hard to do crime specially being a giant blue lobster who could be pointed out with ease. He sighed in disbelief and started to look around the bar. Some patrons made less obvious stares that was clearly directed at him, while others weren't afraid to show their true distastefulness towards the man. It wasn't the simple fact that he was a giant lobster by any means, even though that only added to the stares in general, it was also the simply fact that the clothes he wore weren't appropriate for the setting that they were in, a high end bar for the rich folk. Word Count 455
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Post by Benjamin B. Billion on May 18, 2019 1:12:41 GMT -4
What in the hell is this city? Benjamin came here to find work, but he just realized that that he has zero clue on what this city is. No contacts, no signs of people who need a thug for hire. Well people of note, a few gangs would love to have him around but that usually gets old after the 3rd gang hires you with the same old job of being the muscle. Though that weird chat room that appeared on his phone could be lead. This town has something exciting brewing underneath it, he can feel it in his bones. But coming to this place without a plan is biggest mistake he has made today. Can’t exactly be stuck in a box filled apartment that might as well be called a storage room at its current state for the whole day. Its about dusk and the nightlife is coming alive, music to my ears. Places can change but people always stay the same, people always looking to have fun, he is no exception. Though Benjamin don’t want to get too carried away, getting wild on the first night here is just asking me to find myself stripped of everything in an apartment again. But might as well venture out and find a bar that he can frequent and go to when day ends rough. Keys, Phone, Wallet and an evening suit. Everything a man needs when he needs to go for a night out in the town.
“Let’s see what nightlife has for me today, can’t waste my days sitting in here”
The street was lit rather well, crowds lightened up as well, so it was easier to walk around. Feels like home already, but damn is it quieter than it was at home. Feels like you can drop a needle and it’d echo through the city. But overall, a nice neighborhood so far aside from the tough guys trying to fuck with him.
Though got to give em credit, they have more backbone than those punks back at home. Some of them got balls but he is not in the mood to get into a friendly conversation with a bunch of hoodlums, he just wants a place to relax and have a good drink. A few more turns and there it was, a stylish sign and door. One can already feel like that was an entrance to a bar but why wait? He walks up to the door and open it up to see a rather immaculate looking bar, it looks like something you’d see in a movie where the heroes walk into a tavern and just see this exact sight. Looking around is always a habit of his, got to make sure there isn’t any people who look like they’re going to be trouble. It was all going well before in the corner of his eye, he sees what appears to be a huge blue lobster in a wife beater and pants having a drink at the bar.
A part of him wanted to scream but at the same time he has seen weirder, though those times were a bit more intimate than this encounter. Decided to keep my cool and just take a seat nearby the lobster, sitting next to him would feel like a bad idea given his damn size. He just looked to the bartender and did what any man comes to a bar does, order a drink.
“Hello sir, how may I help you on this fine evening?”
“I’ll take a glass of Cognac.”
He hands him his cash and the bartender comes back and there he goes, pouring the god’s amber liquid into glass and sliding it towards me. The moment the taste hit his taste buds, he felt right at home. It was a satisfying sensation after a tiresome day. Makes time stand still as he tries to think on what to do next, what kind of trouble a golden boy like him is he going to get into in city like this? Though that thought must be set aside as Benjamin feels like he’s being watched, but he feels like its more aimed at the huge blue boy next to him. Might as well make some small talk, what’s the worst that can happen?
“Didn’t expect to see Davy Jones in a bar tonight, but can’t exactly complain when drinks are good here.”, he remarks as he takes another sip. Depending on his friends reaction, any attack will be met with him activating his quirk to tank the hit.
wc:773
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Post by Aegon Lobs on May 18, 2019 3:27:49 GMT -4
338 word count
Aegon just sat there and finally downing the last bit of his drink in a single gulp as he heard the Davy Jones comment from the man. A straight insult to a man he doesn’t even know. Normally he would of got up and knocked this man out with a single swing. But what truly stopped him was the current situation that he was in. First was due to just getting out of jail and the other was due to the district they were in. Unlike the poor neighborhoods, the rich district and specially at night, has cops driving by on every block. To feel like this part of town is truly safe to be in. The second was due to the already natural stares that he already gets as being a big individual.
He allowed the man to have the insult and decided to answer back instead of doing anything physical. A fake chuckle escaped his lips, taking it as a “joke” when clearly it wasn’t.
“Most people who act without thinking typically don’t live that long.
You judgement me based on what exactly? My clothing? I don’t have the luxury of suits like yourself. My looks? Well that was indeed a curse given to me unfortunately. Though I can’t complain, it gave me the strength and protection that regular folk would die from.
If I were you, I would go bother someone else. You wouldn’t want to die at such an early age.”
Then Aegon decided to do something bold.
“Hey bartender.”
The bartender came over and stared at the oversized lobster.
“Yes sir?”
He looked to the bartender and then gave his new friend a sly smirk look.
“Get me the most expensive whisky shot you got in this place. My friend here will take my tab for me.”
The bartender then directed his attention to the well groomed individual in the suit, Benjamin. He waited for a response to see if he should go with the sudden demand.
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Post by Benjamin B. Billion on May 18, 2019 12:00:58 GMT -4
“ Make that two, one for me and one for ol’ Groucho Marx here”
He asked the bartender as she finishes his glass. Quite a feisty response from blue boy here, can’t say he blames him. An everyday occurrence in this day and age, its either you get a quirk that many would see as enviable or you get to look like the love child of a fly and a bloated whale. Though a bit too snappy of a response if you ask me, but maybe it’s the lobster parts kicking in. Either way, the dude can talk which helps and his attitude is as one would expect. This guy could be real useful if he gets him on his side, maybe even an associate to trust when a job requires a few more hands than usual.
“ In my line of work, you gotta have a sense of humor. Keeps the mind sharp.”
The bartender comes back with two shots and serves both Benjamin and his new seaworthy friend here. Though he seems a bit scared, could be the fear that something like a fight is going to break out. But Benjamin just flashes a look of ‘it’ll be fine, just let me talk to him’ He takes a shot and looks to the big blue lobster.
“Trust me tough guy, you look like a super model compared to the ugly faces I’ve seen in my line of work.”
He replied to his previous remark with smile.
“Bartender, I’ll have a glass of brandy”
“Yes sir!”
He goes off and in he comes with fancy tray with the order he asked for. He picks up the glass and takes a whiff of it before enjoying it. These types of places are hell on a poor souls wallet but god damn the stuff they keep here is good. If there weren’t any laws in place right now, he’d take the best bottles home in a heartbeat. But sadly, he’ll play along for now. Though this was an interesting start to the night if one could say. Names
“Got a name tough guy? I can’t keep calling you pun names all night and I got to properly give you respect you deserve.”
He asked him as he takes another sip, depending on what the big blue guy answers with. Could inspire a laugh or chuckle followed by him ordering another glass of whiskey for him, the good stuff this time.
WC:416
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Post by Aegon Lobs on May 18, 2019 21:49:56 GMT -4
word count 331
He chuckled as he turned towards the man as he accepted to buy him a drink. Then he stated that people in his line of work should have a sense of humor.
“A sense of humor in your line of work? And what line of work would that be? Because in my line of work, there is no time for mercy and remorse. Let alone a sense of humor. But I like you.”
Then he inquired further, wanting his name and all that good stuff.
“You don’t look like a cop to me. Because not even those idiots would come at me alone. The names Aegon Lobs. I was a great fisherman when I was a child and a marksman hunter. Sadly I was cursed with this at the age of seven. All I’m good for is fighting.”
He chuckled some more, downing the second and now more expensive whisky drink. This drink was a lot more better in taste than the cheap shit he got before.
“Hehe, lucky for me. I would need to down 10 of these in order to pass out. Maybe more than that. I love to eat and drink, no one can beat me when it comes to it. It’s how I got so big and strong. Tell you what friend, any time you need help with any kind of “work”
He winked at the man hoping he would catch his drift.
“I will help you out. Hehe, just need some money in order to survive out here.”
Aegon just sat there patiently and started to look around the bar a bit. The stares that once were on him seem to have idly vanished. While he kept looking around, two uniformed officers came strolling in. He began to have a nervous sweat, considering that he doesn’t like the police at all. The cops kept searching the place, almost like they were called on scene by a patron. Who they were here for?
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Post by Benjamin B. Billion on May 18, 2019 23:18:55 GMT -4
"Wooo boy, seems like we share similar professions. Though having a sense of humor helps pass the time faster if you ask me. Keeps it fresh and people tend to keep contact with someone who they like being with”
He answers as he takes another sip of his brandy. Mentally notes down the mans name, ‘Aegon Lobs’, guy could be of help later down the road with his skills. After enjoying the taste of the expensive liquor, he formally gives name to the big guy.
“Names Benjamin Burnaby, bodyguard for hire. Grew up between Brooklyn and the Bronx over in the states. Recently moved here to find some work, the usual jobs got stale back at home. Most of the jobs usually have me be the muscle, simple and it’s in high demand these days”
He followed up as he finishes up his brandy. As he asks the bartender for a bottle of bourbon, who has calmed down a bit and fetches him the bottle. When he was going to pay, the bartender stopped him as it was on the house for calming down the big blue. He pours two glasses of scotch, one for him and another for his new associate here. The big guy here is quite the conversationalist to say the least, safe to say he can be considered a friend.
“I enjoy my drinks a bit more than food, but a good steak is always welcome as a side. Though I prefer sweets more, easier to keep in your pockets and wider selection.”
He said as he slides the glass of bourbon towards Lobs. Noticing the big guy winking at him as he did. A bit obvious but with his looks and how scared everyone already is, no one is exactly going to mention this to any cops. Not without getting seriously bruised up anyways. He takes a sip of bourbon and boy did it taste good, the sweetness was like a fine caramel colored mistress dancing on his tongue.
“Looks like we’re on the same boat too, if you have any ways to contact you, I’ll keep in touch when an opportunity comes up.”
He said as he takes another sip of his drink. As he soon as he was finished, the stares that were once on them have vanished and somewhat conveniently, two police officers stroll on in. Tch, seems like one of the scared folk called the cops on big blue here. Rather quick on that to say the least, but just got to play it cool and just ask.
“Evening Officers, what brings you here on this lovely night? ”
He asked as he swirls his drink around in his glass. The local law enforcement already called on him and it was barely even a month since he moved in. Lady Luck is playing with him and boy is she mean, two men of the law in a place of relaxation. Attacking two officers with this many witness in bar is the least advised and seeing his big friend here turn into a deer in headlights only affirms his caution. He flashed a look at Aegon to affirm that he has it under control and to relax.
WC: 538
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Post by Aegon Lobs on May 19, 2019 0:40:06 GMT -4
434 words
Aegon heard the man and how he likes steaks. Another chuckle escaped his lips once again. This man indeed had money and Aegon could probably use a man with money in order to stop living in the slums. He spoke to the man and gave him his phone number to contact him. Right on after that, the two officers approached them and his new found friend gave him a look of not to worry. One of the officers spotted Aegon and began to walk over to him.
“I hope you are staying out of trouble.”
Aegon giving the officer a slide glare while he drank the new glass of liquor that his friend got for him.
“I’m just sitting here and enjoying a drink Officer.”
The officer looked at him and proceeded to look at the other officer. After giving him a nod, he looked back at Aegon and smirked.
“Alright keep your nose clean.”
The officer headed right outside the club and into his patrol car. Typing up Aegon’s name in the system to see if he had an warrants. It came up clear. Then the officer spoke within his radio to message the other officer that was on scene. The officers spoke in code and the officer on scene looked to the well dressed suit individual.
“What’s your name sir and do you have any identification on you?”
Aegon knew he was in the clear of not having any warrants but he wasn’t sure about his new found friend that he just met. The anxiety was already rising in anticipation and he wondered if this situation was going to turn ugly. Aegon immediately clench his unseen claw in frustration. Why is law enforcement always picking on him.
Aegon just shook his head in disbelief and rose up from his chair. The officer now staring at the massive height and size of the lobster. The officer responding to Aegon in quick haste.
“Where do you think your going?”
Aegon now towering over the officer.
“To the bathroom. I had too much to drink.”
This was a mere lie and he wanted to make his way to the bathroom to cool down from all of this anxiety. The officer allowed him to go to the restroom, since he didn’t have any warrants. Now Aegon was in the bathroom for two seconds, getting out of the bathroom and waiting to see whether or not his friend would be in need of help if he did have warrants. If not, he would go sit by his side and continue their conversation.
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Post by Benjamin B. Billion on May 19, 2019 1:26:19 GMT -4
Seems like his big friend here has a quite history with the law if the officers are already acting like this. Though he seems like he was in the clear but seemed a bit anxious for some reason. The officers seem a bit antsy tonight, are they mistaking him for someone else? He played it cool, panicking about something like this makes one look even more guilty.
“Benjamin B. Burnaby and I do have my ID on me, is there something wrong officer?”
He asks the officer, they don’t have any reason to suddenly ask for his ID and even if they did, they’d need a warrant for it. He noticed that his friend went to the restroom to cool off, the best option for him considering how these officers are acting.
“Sir I would like to ask you a few questions...”
“Sure, but what’s the reason?”
These officers aren’t blue collar, with how they walked in and how they’re acting. They are up to something, but he has zero evidence to back up these claims and creating a scene is going to make things worse. Can’t exactly ask his big friend for help since he has trouble with these guys, but he does have a few ideas on how to get out of this easily.
“Bartender would you fetch these two hard working men a bottle of whiskey”
“Are you bribing us sir?”
“No no no, since you’re here on business and just here to talk, might as well compensate on your time here. Just have a seat and as your questions as normal”
Both the officers looked to each other for a moment and looked at Benjamin. They gladly took him up on his offer as they talked as normal as the bartender brought them the bottle. Various topics were talked about from why Benjamin was here to, what was he up to for the past few days, his ID (which he gave a fancy false one courtesy of his friends back home) and his association with Lobs. But it was nothing too big as he had his alibi and reasons, why would he be afraid when he ad never done anything in the first place? The officers were reasonable as they finished up their questioning. At this point a few other costumers were looking in disbelief as Benjamin was keeping a level head as usual around two officers. Even got a few chuckles here and there and by the end of it they relaxed to the point where they forgot their reason as why they were there. They took the bottle and said their goodbyes and parted ways with him. When the coast was clear and the tension in the air lifted, Benjamin let out a sigh of relief, they were here for way too long. He looked to the restroom to give the signal that it was all okay and he went on.
“Sorry for the trouble everyone, the next set of drinks are on me !”
He can afford it, and this will pay off in the long run, also will make sure any lingering doubts are washed away in the liquor. Though that last part is just wishful thinking on his part.
WC:544
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Post by Aegon Lobs on May 19, 2019 20:49:10 GMT -4
536 Word count
Aegon stood among the crowds just waiting and watching as the officers were questioning him. Then the situation turned completely around. The officers sat down and were now drinking with him. Then it turned into his new found friend buying the drinks for other patrons. He shook his head in disbelief as he made his way against a nearby wall and just leaned against it. He just stared at the chatter that he couldn't hear due to being far away and the overall noise that shrouded everything else in the mix. Sadly this world was truly different compared to the poor folks in his neighborhood.
The officers wouldn't treat them the same if this was a rundown old style type of bar where nothing but the shady realm in. He was slightly impressed and yet slightly angered at the fact that money is what truly can change an individual, even a beat cop. He just kept watching until the point the police were done talking to him and departed ways with him. They didn't even bother looking around for the giant blue lobster that everyone had seemed to now forget about since the focus was on him now. Money really does change everyone to liking a certain individual and Aegon just kept shooking his head. He sighed in a rather disapproval type of manner as he headed back to his new found friend and the crowd slowly started to departure once again. After they had their share fair of drinks, Aegon found himself sitting right back next to his friend. He took one of the glasses of whiskey that wasn't drank by anyone and downed it rather quickly before focusing his attention back at the man in the well kept suit.
"Let me ask you something. How did you acquire this wealth? Through family or through doing the line of work for years?"
He began to ask this question for several reasons and one being if he did acquire this from his family, then why continue to be a criminal? Unless that said family runs a criminal organization that needs maintaining. And if the other reason was due to acquiring it overtime from the ground up? then why not leave the lifestyle of a criminal. Aegon's perspective and viewpoint simply came down to his way of life currently. He is only good for muscle and he commits crime not because of choice but because he needs money to survive the world. After much internal thinking, he started to ask another question.
"Why don't we leave this scenery and head back to your place. I have been thinking about a plan for some time now. A bank heist that will get me out of debt. I know that you may not be fond of just handing over a large sum of money or perhaps u don't even want to do this job due to already having the funds needed. However, you seem like a man that has not only the intelligence to do what you just did, but also the strength to do the job."
Aegon awaited his response and this response alone was said in a lower whisper tone in which he could only hear it.
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Post by Benjamin B. Billion on May 23, 2019 4:55:21 GMT -4
"Work. I just did the best what I can do back in the states, it was to survive. Acquiring these kinds of skills came with it. Crime families pay out the ass for living weapons and that’s how I got here big guy”
He remembers his days as a hired thug in the streets, being the muscle and a shield during heists. All those times he nearly got caught, all those times he nearly died, all of those times where he had to kill. Nostalgia isn’t the first word that comes to mind when one thing about this kind of life Benjamin has led, but he would say it was a life worth living since he is here now. Those cops were easy to get on his side, but god damn was that lucky, if they actually had standards and a piece of mind, they’d have arrested him the moment he suggested the drinks. But best not tell the big guy that, that was a close one on both their parts and talking about all the details of how it went isn’t going to be a fun story to drink to.
“I can’t exactly head back to my place, still moving in somewhat and boxes are everywhere. Place must look presentable before I can get anyone in there, just a personal policy of mine. But moving on, A plan like that needs people, I’m not to decline a job like that but if we are going to pull it off, we going to need someone who knows tech and another who knows how to plan the finer things of the plan. Money is no object to me but you’re going to need to tell me what you have in mind specifically, for now I’ll take two bottles to go and see what else this city has to offer.”
He quietly answered his question and then carried on with a casual tone like he normally would. He took a good bottle of bourbon and whiskey and put into a cloth bags. He then handed the bag with whiskey to Aegon. Sign of trust and to show that he is on board with his plan. This guy is rough around the edges but he is someone Benjamin can trust when a big job comes around.
“Take it, my gift to you. As a start of this new partnership, brother.”
This town is going to be fun, he can just feel it in his bones.
WC:420
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Post by Aegon Lobs on May 23, 2019 13:08:16 GMT -4
He smirked as the man stated that he was just moving in and didn't even blamed the guy that he was busy. The truth was he understood how difficult life was in general and since he didn't have an established home or base of operations for that matter he nodded in agreement with his new found friend. He responded back after accepting the gift of liquor from him.
"We can look for more people to do this planning with. It was nice meeting you. If you ever want to meet me, since I don't do phone calls due to having a burn out phone all the time. Just meet me at the blue moon bar in the poor district. I'm always there."
He gave the man a simple nod, took the liquor bottle and headed out the door and across the street. Where his stolen trashed up vehicle was located at. Entering said vehicle and getting out of there. Heading back to his one bed apartment home and taking the rest of the day off and sleeping in until night time approached again. The truth was he was exhausted and hadn't catch much sleep due to the life he was living and knew that the crimes that he generally commits is at night.
213 words and EXIT // Until we meet again.
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