The Alphabet of Anarchy, Blood, & Chaos (Closed RP)

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The Edge of Downtown / 12:00 AM

Deep within the city, paved in grime metal and concrete, the pale moon stared down over gothic streets. Cold and windy, the moist metropolitan area ran empty, as the night drew into the darkness of midnight. Fog stalked the light and shadows formed the dark, as building filled inner city whistled with silent. A odd silents of emptiness, the region wasn't filled like a downtown would be at midnight. With only a few streetwalkers roaming, anything could happen in this type of scene...

As the clock turned to twelve, the damp streets became filled with three cars. Black and armored, they drove like tanks, down the avenue. Racing through the dimly lit streets, they pulled into a stop. Halting towards the side of a bank, the cars emptied into a group of eight darkly clothed men. Holding rifles and shotguns, they marched up to the door, before busting it open. As they all stepped inside of the concrete built bank of grand proportion, they were unaware of the presence that unfortunately loomed over them.

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Standing in the middle of the street, a figure fully clothed in black stared at the building. Watching everyone head into the bank, the top hat baring man was covered in cloth and leather of grim. Slender and lean, the man bared a mask of eeriness. With pitch black eye holes set on the robbers, the man’s eyes lied behind an abyss of darkness. The pale mask sat cupped by shaggy hair of lengthy sharpness. Staring deeply, his smiling face created a made expression out of his empty image. “Eight…..the eyes of wicked intent shall fall in blood and smoke…”, Fawkes stepped closer to the bank. Knowing that chaos followed, he muttered a nearly silent chuckle of excitement, knowing that a blaze of fun will be the only sure outcome, tonight. Disappearing into the alley, Fawkes planned on filling the bank with terror, and the robbers’ hearts with fear.

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The black cars went ahead of the main truck. An easy tactic that made the crime untraceable to the main threat, unless some force intervened that wasn't as weak as the cops. In a parking garage a couple miles away, Curve, the manic mastermind, sat facing a computer screen sitting in a brightly spray-painted truck, paintings on the side displaying images of anarchy and chaos.

"Oh boy, we got a newcomer." The wide smile that covered the clown's face spread a little wider, if only by a few millimeters, as the cold unblinking eyes watched through his goons' eyes on the screen. "Ok, team, let's hurry up and GO! I don't wanna be late, we'll miss out on kickin' this loser's ass..." He giggled as he tapped on his truck driver's shoulder. Standing up, the clown grabbed his un-utility belt off of the wall of the getaway car as he strapped it across his belt.

The car sped towards where the other, darker colored vans were, going well past the speed limit and then some- driving straight toward the mystery figure. "Faster, boy-o! Turn that annoying little crusader into roadkill!" Curve cackled aloud as he pointed out the newly found foe. If he would get in the way of his bank-robbing, he'd also get in the way of his tire, with luck. Did the man need to die? No, but the more crimes that they would list in the newspapers the following morning the better.

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Hearing the revving engine of a high speeding car, the masked figure turned his head to see the headlights that outshined the moon. Hearing the echo of a roaring van, he tilted his head in amazement. “Surprising, I didn’t see this coming…”, he thought before feeling the controlled urge to laugh at the attacking energy. Feeling chaos’ presence of uncertainness, he accepted the flow of disorder, and allowed himself to fall prey to the focused car. And, in a lightning fast flash of blurring force, he was rammed by the vehicle. In agreement factor, he was dead…presumably.

Although he was hit, and the car bumped in the regular fashion of hitting something as big as a human, only the black clothing of Fawkes was left in its body’s place. The flesh and mask was gone, even the hair disappeared into the darkness of the night. As the moon shined above, the bank was now in worst danger.

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Inside the Bank

As the robbers walked through the building, securing it, one found himself upstairs. Looking for anything of interest, he held a military shotgun. Marching with more might than stealth, the man eventually noticed he was alone. Steady in his goal, he ignored all nervousness of being alone. However, one of the men at the staircase grew worried. “Hey!...is the floor clear…”, the second man called with caution. After a few eerily silent moments of silence, the shotgun wielder soon returned. “Yeah…the floor is clear…let’s continue up to the ne-", he assured before halting to see a rope hanging around the stair-planted guard’s neck.

The second guy apparently didn’t notice the thick rope around his neck. It hung like a harmless necklace, as the floor-checker returned. Drawing near the guard, he found the rope weird and oddly placed, since it wasn’t there when they came up, “where did that rope come from?”. As they both drew quiet, the worried robber looked down, “..what rope”. As soon as he did, the harmless rope snapped into a tight grip, and whipped the man high into the sky of the circular staircase. As the man screamed in strangling fear, he was torn from his partner, and dragged up to the roof of the three story bank’s circular stairway.

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As the first guard yelled for assistance, he stared into the air, to see the hanging robber. Gripped by a grimly stern noose, the second guard chocked with fright of his life, as he stared into the third floor. Immediately, the bank’s power abruptly went out, filling the entire building in darkness. As the doors and windows to the building mysteriously closed and locked, the chocking man noticed a pale light coming from the floor. A cold chuckle drowned his ears, as the light formed a mask of odd appearance. Smiling an endless gaze of uncertain intent, the guard froze in fear. “One down…”, he heard, as the dark abyss soon consumed his corpse.

As a few of the other robbers met the staircase, the glanced to the top, with rifles pointed in defense. With alarm in their eyes, they were shocked by a flicker a light. Appearing to be the engulfing light of lightning, the soon heard what sounded like rainfall coming from the outside. But, the weather was farthest from their mind, as the hauntingly stared at the roof, where the body of their partner hung dead. They saw no one else, as Fawkes dropped back into the midst of darkness that now filled the bank…“And the fun begins…”.

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