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[There were many things wrong with what was going on. So many things. For starters, the way Charlie was dressed minus the pink hair.
And anyone that knew her, knew that she hated guns but somehow she got ahold of a Tommy gun and had it in her gloved hands. The last thing wrong with her?
She was robbing a bookstore. She and Nathan had burst into the cafe just a few moments ago, Charlie launching a ball of fire at the security camera. The baristas and employees had given Charlie a very baffled look. She was one of their best customers! What was going on? And then, Charlie began to sing. At least she could sing better than she lets on, right? Gun pointed at the people at the register, Charlie says:]
Now, hands in the air. It's a stick up, stick up.
No funny business or you get lit up, lit up.
You test I, I. You gonna die, die.
And at the funeral, your momma's gonna cry.
Now customers, hit the floor.
Barista's open cash drawers slow.
If you don't want to end up dead,
You'll do everything Shy Nathan says. Tell'em, Nathan.
[Nathan, don't let her down.]
[ooc: Charlie won't actually harm anyone. And I feel like I'm going to hell for this, for some reason. My apologies to Rhianna, Andy, Akiva and Jorma. Feel free to tag in. Don't try to stop her though, please. She's going to get so frustrated with Shy Nathan that she'll just leave empty handed, anyway.]
And anyone that knew her, knew that she hated guns but somehow she got ahold of a Tommy gun and had it in her gloved hands. The last thing wrong with her?
She was robbing a bookstore. She and Nathan had burst into the cafe just a few moments ago, Charlie launching a ball of fire at the security camera. The baristas and employees had given Charlie a very baffled look. She was one of their best customers! What was going on? And then, Charlie began to sing. At least she could sing better than she lets on, right? Gun pointed at the people at the register, Charlie says:]
Now, hands in the air. It's a stick up, stick up.
No funny business or you get lit up, lit up.
You test I, I. You gonna die, die.
And at the funeral, your momma's gonna cry.
Now customers, hit the floor.
Barista's open cash drawers slow.
If you don't want to end up dead,
You'll do everything Shy Nathan says. Tell'em, Nathan.
[Nathan, don't let her down.]
[ooc: Charlie won't actually harm anyone. And I feel like I'm going to hell for this, for some reason. My apologies to Rhianna, Andy, Akiva and Jorma. Feel free to tag in. Don't try to stop her though, please. She's going to get so frustrated with Shy Nathan that she'll just leave empty handed, anyway.]
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[Why yes that is the Cap voice. He's a little tied up with everyone else today to rush over there]
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No.
[Charlie, you're going to hate yourself tomorrow. To Nathan, she nudges his shoulder with hers a bit roughly and speaks again] Use your outside voice.
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I---
What is going on here!
[ he squeaked, yep. Just a little bit. ]
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[ it's not fair if he was the only one to get off the hook here. ]
Oh, and my earrings... [ starts to unfasten them. ]
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... and send a thank-you letter for not taking advantage of him. Really, what a sensible young
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Oh, then... Thank-you Charlie. You've done a good deed today. [ he smiles beautifully as he slips his wallet back into his coat pocket. ]
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[She waits for him to speak louder, nudging her shoulder against his a bit roughly.] Use your outside voice. Speak up.
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What the fuck's going on? He could swear he isn't normally like this. But right now, the best he can manage is an awkward, too loud laugh.]
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Alright, people! All the money in a bag. All your jewelry on the floor. Move and suffer. Right, Nathan?
[Boy, this really is your last chance. Get it right.]
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[siiiigh nathan you are killing her.] Why did I think you could do this?
[She was distracted enough for one of the patrons to make a move.] Nathan, hostage on the move!
[Maybe he could get this right?]
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...although it would be easier if this gun weren't so tiny. Where the fuck did this thing even come from? He knows for a fact he has a much more impressive on courtesy of that one cowboy he doesn't know the name of. And-- ohjesusfuck that hurt. He did not meant to set that off then. Not with it aimed directly at his foot.]
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[And with that, she heads out the door, grumbling.]