Manic Mondays (Ask to Join)

[French]

Family are the strangers you are forced to live with, and friends are the family you choose. And the latter has always been what I preferred.

ISIS, NOW

http://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=yFAnn2j4iB0

"WHAT THE FRAK!!" I clenched my robotic hand down on the crappy pleather back seat of the getaway speeder as I was dangling in the wind. I think we were going about well over a hundred and fifty miles an hour at that time. Really it was all too fast for me to remember at that time. Gripping my hand on the compact sub machine gun in my left hand, yes I have a gun deal with it. I did my best to aim back at the sirens wailing at us beginning to burst fire at the cops. With blaster bolts flying past me I looked over to the back seat to see the massive pile of credits in the back seat of the convertible speeder. The money was still there, this was good. Looking past that I could see a blonde haired man in a tacky red jacket driving the vehicle. That's my brother Chapel. Well not really my brother, and also that's not his real name. But I don't go around divulging the true identity of my best friend so deal with that too! Now you are probably wondering what's a guy in a cheap red leather jacket doing driving a neon green convertible speeder, oh I forgot to mention the car was a tacky need for speed shade of neon green. Great choice right? But anyway you are probably wondering why a guy driving a car filled with money and a dude with a robot arm dangling out the back shooting at the cops are doing. Well to answer that question, Mondays right?

ISIS, 45 minutes ago

I was walking down the street next to my buddy chapel, this was going to be an easy job. Hit a bank at the capital city Isis and jet before anyone knew what had happened. Lighting up a cigarette in my mouth I inhaled the poison and chuckled as I looked over to my friend. "You know you really need to get your head checked sometime man. I caught you having a conversation with the lamp in our hotel room for five whole minutes. I would of stopped you but dammit it was just too funny to not watch." Taking another puff we rounded the corner of the building to see the bank we were about to hit. A small establishment, probably get fifty or sixty grand worth of credits from it but hey I'm not complaining. Looking across the street I eyed our get away vehicle and all but slapped myself in the face.

A neon green convertible speeder, that was just like say oh hey cops over here please arrest us. It made my stomach turn a bit but we were out of time anyway. I looked over to the man responsible for choosing the car and sighed putting out my cancer stick. "Okay man, you know the plan. Basic stick up, get in I will take care of crowd control and the ray shields you grab the loot." I put a hand on my friends shoulder and then turned to face the bank we were about to hit, slug thrower in my right pocket, mask in my left.

[member="Chapel"]

 

[Reserved 4]

Isis, sounded like a club more than a city to Chapel as he walked with his only real friend, [member="French"]
Today they would be taking on a small bank, and a even a new car. Yes that green get away speeder had to be Chapels.
"Hey that lamp started asking about my love life...oIthought it wanted all the details! Its not my fault it had a weak stomach!" He smiled at the cigarette. Chapel never really liked guns, but they made oppression easier, so he held a nice little holdslug thrower himself as well as they finally reached the bank. "Right, grab a shit load of money, hit on the clerk, and get the hell out of dodge." He smiled sliding on his own mask that resembled a something like a ewok. "Lets do this!"

 

[French]

[member="Chapel"]

I chuckled slightly as I slipped on my own mask, looking over to Chapel he wore an ewok mask that on any other day would make me lose my shit. "You look ridiculous." I said with a small heave of breath leaving my lungs, the trandoshan mask that resembled a certain monster that stepped all over Tokyo was comfy on my face and it was time to go to work. Running up to the bank I kicked the door down and shot two rounds in the air. This was it, there was no going back now.

"Everyone on the karking ground!!" Screaming as loud as I could I made my point and everyone seemed to break out in a panic of screams. Running around as fast as they could out the door the civilians soon exited the building but before they could all leave I quickly aimed my pistol at a few tellers. No doubt they had pushed the silent alarm which meant we had less then three minutes to get the hell out of there. "Chapel! Get the vault!" Pushing forward I walked until the barrel of my gun lay flush with the forehead of a female teller. "Open the vault and no one dies. This ain't your money." And with a small whimper the woman nodded pressing a button behind her. With a quick clicking sound the vault behind the counter popped open showing a fair amount of credits. "Ray shields are going to come up in thirty seconds Chapel grab the loot!"

 

[Reserved 4]

The thing about Chapel was that he was fast, fast enough to react to the immediate threat to the cash. He laughed as he ran into the bank vault, and took in his share of view to the credits. Opening his bag, he began to just toss boxes within boxes into the bag. "You should see this place man! They have ten feet ceilings! Who needs a ceiling this high?" He began to fill the bag, and threw it out the vault, and slammed into a ray shield. "FUCK! My other bags out there!" He rubbed the back of his head. He had dropped all his bags outside the vault for whatever reason. "French! Get this shield down bro!" He slammed his fist into the ray shield, braking his middle finger.

"French, ever get the feeling someone is watching you?" he turned to look at the camera staring him down. "Well...I dont have that feeling right now." He ran, and jumped up, slamming his fist into the camera. It smashed the camera's eye. "Oh, what are we to do!?" He crackled into laughter. [member="French"]