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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 27, 2015 21:49:04 GMT -8
((Skullbooty))
JASON? WHO THE HELL IZ THAT?
It's a man with a bun, and a man with a mission. The night of the party, he slipped out to hit them streets. Eli had the car, so he just used his feet. He thought about how bummed Eli seemed at the loss of Sombreta monies, and resolved to make some kind of hot score.
It brought him to the downtown art district - a fancy place, but one with a lot of drug trade. He walked around for the rest of the night like a phantom, fading in and out of shadows, watching humans through the waves of their heat, following the money as it changed hands.
At five in the morning, a semi-gloss stretched sedan with blacked out windows rolled a solemn street, and the mid-level dealer who'd been collecting from the chump pushers put a paper bag through its window.
There was no way he could follow the drugmobile back to wherever it was going, without a car of his own. But if it did the same thing the next night, he could get a car beforehand and be ready for it...
He crawled up a building, eyeballed the neighborhood, and saw another building with a shack he could sleep in on the roof. He made his way to it by daybreak.
THE NEXT NIGHT
Jason awoke in the shack, stepped out onto the weird rubber-and-pebble surface of this rooftop. HVAC equipment was his only company here, randomly distributed silver gray boxes larger than men, rumbling away and leaking heat fire into the cold night wind.
At the roof's edge he looked down on the city like a comic book vigilante. But he had a different kind of purpose. He needed to A) get a car, and B) get a legitimate-looking license plate without stealing from anyone who would notice it between the hours of four and eight AM.
Also, if he followed the drugmobile successfully, what the hell would he do when it got home? Should he also see about getting some sorts of weapons? Knives? Swords? Guns? Hm...
((Describe his general thoughts of the moment, then we move along.))
Jason- "..."
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Post by Skullbooty on Apr 28, 2015 18:42:32 GMT -8
Bunman, the night vigilante had no clue on how to obtain weapons. For one, he couldn't buy any since he was broke and two, he couldn't exactly steal any from a store since none were open at the time. Though, bunman did have his ways. After all, he is Bunman, the night vigilante.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 28, 2015 20:35:12 GMT -8
Well, at the beginning of the night, there were a lot of businesses open downtown. But also a lot of cops. No reason to get a five star rating before he gets to the part of the night's plans that called for subtlety...
Jason never quite got the slowed descent thing down, but G-L seemed to think necessity was the best teacher. Did he throw himself off this roof top in the hopes his vampire instincts would kick in, or did he play it safe and crawl down all slow-like?
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Post by Skullbooty on Apr 29, 2015 18:56:59 GMT -8
Of course he jumped. He was a man with a mission. A man with a bun.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 29, 2015 20:59:13 GMT -8
At first Jason felt like this was a pretty safe bet. After all, he had maybe six hundred feet to figure it out. After 200 feet though, he realized it wasn't happening. Making powers happen is a matter of feeling it. Like when you want to bring the fangs out, you have to think of hunger. What did he try to feel, try to do to survive the fall?
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Post by Skullbooty on Apr 30, 2015 18:24:03 GMT -8
Bunman never fails! So, he thought of being light as a feather. If that didn't work, looks like he just fell 200 feet.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 30, 2015 23:25:01 GMT -8
Almost... Almost but not quite... He could feel a strange sensation around his body but he didn't slow enough. What was he missing? He did fall another 200 feet. Now he had the last 200 left to get it right, or splat tryin'...
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Post by Skullbooty on May 5, 2015 19:15:06 GMT -8
Jason tried to slow down his speed of falling. Making himself feel lighter.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 6, 2015 0:41:07 GMT -8
((Do try to not go multiple days without a post - at least a short one.))
At first nothing, but then he did start to slow. But not enough! It was like diving hundreds of feet into a swimming pool full of gelatin - he slowed, but not enough to prevent serious injury on reaching the ground. He reflexively flailed and began to fall faster, then...
At the last possible fraction of a second, he reached out for the ground and touched down on all fours, no problem. He didn't even realize what had happened at first, but then he thought back. It was like he was using his climbing power, trying to gravitate himself to the ground in a controlled way instead of a crazy freefall. The instinct saved his bacon.
Also, he had to admit, plummeting was faster than gliding would have been. All's well that doesn't end with one smashed paper thin.
LATER...
Yoony would be a good neighborhood for jacking a car. He could even buy or shoplift his tools there - the late hardware places for students would be open another few hours. Meanwhile, it was the bus or a jog. Being a vampire opened that last weird option - no sensible human would ever jog several miles without more preparation, more rests, and showers before and after. Jason didn't need any of that.
How did he get to the University District?
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Post by Skullbooty on May 6, 2015 18:44:27 GMT -8
Welp, looks like the Bunman was going to go with jogging since the Bunmobile was occupied at the moment. Plus, no heroes of the night ever took buses, that shit was so was so unprofessional.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 7, 2015 2:18:11 GMT -8
Bunman felt goofy for about three blocks, but then got less self-conscious. It was a dull motor activity, like drumming one's fingers. The neighborhood gave way to another, then another. At one point along the way, he thought he might have seen vampires in a car, but they were obscured by engine heat and gone in a moment.
At last he was scaling the hill to Yoony. He hit backstreets full of heavy bushes, poorly maintained micro-parks, cheapish ramshackle apartments, slightly newer ones for student population, and at last University Avenue. So skeevy. So poppin'. Human body heat waved in the air. There was the Taco Rocker. What were the odds of running into Alexis? Probably not very high. He had a little money, so first stop: tools...
He gathered supplies, beat up an alley rando for some bloods, and otherwise killed some time for the next several hours of night. Then he wandered up the way into the old homes. This neighborhood was full of moderately old houses that had once been single-family homes. Now they were shared by several students in a sea of ever-changing roommate situations. Some of the houses hung fraternity and sorority symbols.
The most important thing about this neighborhood for Jasonic purposes tonight: The large amount of economically privileged people packing into this area meant streets and alleys glutted with cars to steal. The ideal license plate car would be one tucked into a crowded space, where the missing plates wouldn't be visible until someone pulled out. The ideal car to stick those plates on and drive away? One that looked like it was parked far from the owner's residence. There were clues. Like if one had frat symbols on it, and was squeaked in a block from the corresponding frat house. Vampire eyes peeled, he stalked the alleys and tree-lined streets.
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Post by Skullbooty on May 8, 2015 20:02:37 GMT -8
Jason looked around, analyzing the surrounding areas hoping to spot the perfect car. He searched through the alleys and other areas. Did he find anything?
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 8, 2015 22:40:13 GMT -8
Jason found a few good candidates. For a tailing job, generic was best, and a relatively unmarked silver two door ten-year-old coupe was good. With gloves to cover his handiwork, he was able to bust in and hotwire the thing. He was a little rusty and it took six awkward minutes.
He heard footsteps on the sidewalk across the street.
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Post by Skullbooty on May 10, 2015 19:43:40 GMT -8
Jason used his shadow powers to hide in the darkness. He waited for the footsteps to pass to finish his dirty-work.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 13, 2015 16:09:33 GMT -8
A young lady walked by, pausing and looking down enough for him to surmise she was walking a dog. She was in pre-dawn mode - sloppy bun, glasses, sweats, windbreaker. Her breath was visible - heatlight from her mouth dissipated into curling vapor. If he had been caught in this position a few years ago, he'd probably just bluff like he belonged in the car. This night, he just sat in the car with his friend the murky darkness.
After she passed, he resumed with his business. Before long, he was rolling out of that peaceful neighborhood in a nondescript car with another car's plates, headed for a rendezvous with destiny. He found a parking spot near the drugmobile's pickup spot and waited.
The dealer man came out to the street as he had the night before, waiting by the side of the road until the stretched sedan came into sight. He handed off the brown paper bag, the sedan started rolling away, and Jason started his engine.
It was surprisingly easy to tail the sedan. It certainly helped that even undercover cops would be unlikely to roll a car quite as shitty as the one he stole. The sedan drove to kind of odd neighborhood in northwest Harlan. The brownstones there were broken into irregular blocks where some had been torn down, and a highway cut weirdly close to the houses.
One of the brownstone buildings had a new garage built into one of those vacant spaces, and that's where the sedan went. Jason pulled to the sidewalk across the street and looked after it, when he remembered he'd need to be invited to get into that house. No more B&E. How could he do it? Hard to imagine on the fly.
He noticed there was a very narrow empty space between the garage and the building. When the sedan's owner passed through there, he'd be vulnerable. What did he intend to do? Jump the guy in there, or use a different route? Knock on the door and try to hustle an invite?
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