OOC thread and casting call (Imossible Mission style jewel heist)

OOC thread and casting call (Impossible Mission style jewel heist) CLOSED for now


(EDIT: read our story here: https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=12566833#post12566833 - cast is FULL for now)

Simon Randall is a handsome Englishman in his late 30s. He's wealthy, worldly and debonair. He has made his fame and fortune in the diamond trade with his seat on the DeBeers Exchange in South Africa but diamantaires (diamond traders) aren't all as dashing as Mr. Randall. They can be a rather boring lot, so on the side he leads a secret life.

He's a jewel theif.

He does it for the thrill, the thrill that precious stones give him and the the rush of pulling off the heist.

Simon has been away from 'the game' for a few years but currently he's about to come out of retirement. He's planning a big job and needs experienced professional help. Of course bad guys (ehrm I guess the theives are bad guys, shall we say antagonists) will be needed as well.

Characters needed:

Lead Chars:

Simon (taken by penprick)
He shall be played by myself. Simon is the ring leader, brings everyone together and coordinates the heist. He's very experienced and a meticulously prepared professional. He's a smooth operator (see my read below).

Simon's Leading Lady (EDIT: taken by Maid of Marvels)
She is the co-leader of the heist. Simon and this character have a 'history'. They were once lovers who worked many thefts together until about 5 years ago when 'the Chilean Job' went horribly wrong and 2 of their cohorts were killed. Simon and his thief-lover barely escaped but the resulting tension and stress ended their relationship some months hence. They haven't seen each other since. Simon will attempt to rekindle what they had but she seems hesitant, creating dramatic tension. She may have some current involvement with one of the other chars (up to you).

All other chars may be either gender as long as there is a decent mix.

Head Antagonist (EDIT: taken by Vikingstone ...harr)
Someone must own/posess the jewels marked to be nicked. There will hopefully be lots of setup plot before the actual heist. There will be suspicions. This char should be a wary, savvy opponent, perhaps think James Bond villain. The nationality and demeanor of this char will determine where the heist will take place (Paris museum, Castle in Scotland, New York hotel, South American Dictator's residence, Russia, India, Australia, Turkey, Italy, anywhere). The jewels are on public display, and the thieves will scope the premises and play some cat and mouse with the antagonist and his/her henchmen (Columbo style) leading up to the heist itself.

Supporting Cast:

Jewel Thieves (EDIT: taken by Snow-Guy, Drinking Cap, Steiner, Miss Behavin')
2 or 3 more thieves to accompany Simon and his ex on the heist. These people are experienced, world class professionals. Although a loose cannon type is not totally out of the question please bear in mind that Simon is not foolish enough to work with common thugs. The heist itself will be very stylish (black leotards and balaclavas, silently cutting panes of glass and lowering down ropes through the skylight etc) so everyone involved will have stealth skills. At least one of the members should know everything there is to know about electronic security (light beams, motion sensors, cameras, gadgets to break computer codes, probably computer hacking skills) and at least one member should know about city planning and power grids. If you have ideas for other skills let me know and I'll see if they can be worked in (ex: explosives - although Simon would likely avoid explosives as they are noisy and messy - but hopefully I've stirred your imagination here). If Simon gets caught, his whole life will be ruined so he will not work with anyone he does not trust. This means that he would have known each member personally or at least be referred by someone that he trusts completely.

Henchmen/women (EDIT: taken by jenn1982, MrWolf)
The chief antagonist will need 1 or 2 people in charge of protecting his/her assets. These could be anyone from thugs to lethal assassins in any combination. Bear in mind that (although nothing is written in stone) the antagonists will likely lose. However the story hopefully won't end after the heist and the antagonists may well get a chance for revenge.

Audition below by stating a role and creating a char. Perhaps you know Simon, he has left you a contact message and you are meeting him to talk about the job. Perhaps you would just show your skills by describing a previous heist or in the case of the antagonists a hostile situation or anything else appropriate. I am looking for a diverse cast of characters from all over the world. Think expensive cars and clothes. Think exotic locales. Think jewels. Think style. Think James Bond. Think pulp, pulp and more pulp.

The timeline will be the present but with a slight retro feel for style.

Once the cast is filled, then I will put the details of the setting together and start the thread with an introductory scene.

Simon Randall

OOC: note: I do not necessarily expect auditions to match this post in length. I merely took the opportunity to add some background to the story as well as set up my char. /OOC

Enter The Limey. He is 37 years old, stands 5'11 and weighs 170 pounds. He is handsome with blue eyes and medium-brown hair, greying at the temples. He is wearing a dark grey suit with diamond cuff links, a white shirt, silver silk tie and matching pocket kercheif - all custom tailored of course. The Rolex is obligatory. His demeanor is calm, confident and in total control.

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"Simon Randall," Percival gushed as he extended a pudgy hand. "Please allow me to introduce to you my wife, Patricia. Patricia meet the gentleman they call Simey, the Limey."

"In the flesh," Simon offered as he took her hand and kissed it. Mrs. Percival was approximately twenty-five years of age, roughly half that of her balding, wealthy husband. She had long straight chestnut hair, perfect skin and cut a stunning figure in her black and gold cocktail gown. Suspended from a delicate gold chain, a large fancy oval-cut canary diamond rested in the cleft of her ample chest. She wore it well. Mrs. Percival moistened her lips as her emerald eyes met Simon's steely blue gaze. "Charmed," he said.

"Mr. Randall is an Englishman," Percival explained to his wife. "Hence the informal moniker."

"Indeed," Simon confirmed his citizenship without taking his eyes from her.

"England is such a wonderful country," she said in a silky Dutch accent. "I'd love to visit again soon."

"May I?" Simon gestured to the yellow gem Patricia was so graciously flaunting upon her bosom. She held it up for him to examine. On his fingertips he estimated it's weight at 15 carat, three whole grams. It appeared flawless, although he didn't bother to use his loupe. Simon removed a white business card from his inside suit pocket and held it behind the stone to observe the color. It was a true canary. Colored diamonds (fancies) were rare and very valuable. Although he had acquired many gems more precious (through both purchase and theft), it was a fine stone indeed. At the moment however, Simon had something else on his mind. As he rolled the diamond on his fingers, dazzling shards of light danced upon Mrs. Percival's full and lucious chest.

"So tell me Simon," Percival posed. "How does it feel to be nouveau-riche?"

Simon had known many men like Percival. Men made of 'old money' often had their prejudices towards those who had built their own fortunes and Simon's empire was very much of his own forging. He had always been fascinated by gems and precious stones. As a teenager, he took a job in the jewelry department of a London pawn shop. There, he learned enough to land a retail sales position at a posh downtown jeweller called Avondale. Simon proved a charming salesman and quickly moved up the chain. He learned everything he could about diamonds and other precious stones, from size to clarity to color and cut. Simon even honed his gem cutting skill. Then he started seeing Sara Stafford, the daughter of Lionel Stafford for which Stafford's of London was named. Before long he was working for Lionel. Simon was a shrewd businessman who had a knack for making the big deal. He was doing well for himself, very well in fact. Simon became such a keystone player at Stafford's that when he broke things off with Sara, Lionel dared not let him go. Finally, Mr. Stafford's health faltered and the old man passed. His will had divided the shares of the business amongst the family. By then Simon had amassed enough fortune to buy back a majority interest from various relatives, but it wasn't the business that Simon wanted, so much as it's most coveted asset: a seat on the DeBeers exchange in South Africa, which controlled 90% of the world's diamond supply. Simon sold off Stafford's and it's fifteen outlets for nine figures but kept the 'seat' for himself. He was now a privileged 'sightholder', one of only 120 in the world. The system of client preference was blatant control of supply to artificially inflate the the market. If one wanted to buy diamonds from what effectively amounted to the DeBeers monopoly, one had to go through someone like Simon. It was a license to print more money than any one man could ever spend. From then on, Mr. Randall was upper-crust and didn't mind at all.

"It's the riche part that I am most partial to," Simon answered.

Percival smirked at the remark. He had inherited his sighthold by lineage, as did his father, and grandfather before.

"Such a fine and precious gem certainly shows your husband's love and devotion to you, Patricia," Simon noted.

"Oh, that one is not hers. It's merely on display shall we say, here in Johannesberg the next few days," Percival explained. "The Edmund Canary is for sale."

"Oh?" Simon piqued. "How much would you be asking?"

"I'm starting at one-point-five-million euro."

"I'm afraid that's a bit out of my range," Simon conceded. The stone was probably worth about half of that. Percival chuckled mockingly and Simon surrendered the impressive jewel back to Patricia. As she took it he cooly slipped the card into her hand.

"I'll see you at the sight tomorrow, Mr. Randall," said Percival.

Every five weeks, the sightholders met in the London, Lucerne, or Johannesberg offices of DeBeers. It was here where the latest supply release took it's first step down the commodity chain through the 120 sight members on the exchange.

However that was tomorrow's business. Tonight was for fun. The Limey kept a penthouse in Johannesberg for these events and the address with the word 'midnight' were written on the back of the card that he had passed to Mrs. Percival.

Simon had removed his suit jacket and tie and undone his white shirt halfway. The lights were low. The doorbell rang at 11:53. Patricia had wasted no time. Simon answered the door with two flutes of champagne. She stood before him with a sultry grin and her magnificent breasts crammed into a slinky, low-cut, sleeveless teal number with lapels. The only jewelry she wore was a pair of diamond stud earrings and her wedding ring.

"Please come in." he said and handed her a drink. Then he closed the door and led her towards the sofa by the small of her back. She stopped when she saw the grand piano by the balcony windows.

"Ooh," she gasped softly in her sexy Dutch accent. "Can you paly for me?"

He led her to the piano and they sat on the bench. Simon began to play a piece by Satie. Les Trois Gymnopédies was a slow, soft tune in three-quarter time caught somewhere between classical and jazz. It's gentle melody was playful yet soothing. Before he was finished, Patricia had slithered herself under his arm and around his neck. He finally had to stop when she lifted her succulent thigh across to straddle him. Their lips met and their tongues bored their way into each other's mouths. Her breasts gave way as he kneaded them with his palms and she let out a soft pleasureable moan. Then, with her legs wrapped about him, he lifted her by her exquisite bottom and set her on the piano. Stepping on the bench he laid her back and climbed on top as she parted her thighs for him.

Mr. Percival had overpriced his diamond and undervalued his wife. Simon was getting an incredible deal.

There was great commotion at the DeBeers office the next day. The news was shocking to say the least. Percival had been caught. In the western world it was illegal to sell diamonds mined from warzones. The illegal diamond trade was huge income to warring factions in many African nations and it fueled the weapons and ammunition needed to further the terror and bloodshed. In an attempt to stifle this, all diamonds needed to be certified by the mine from where they were unearthed as 'non-conflict'. If a stone wasn't certified, it couldn't be sold. As it turned out, Mr. Percival's South African mines had been secretly buying diamonds from a Rwandan warlord at a cut rate in exchange for arms, then certifying the Rwandan stones as South African. The practice was nearly as common as jaywalking, but Percival made the mistake of getting caught, big time. The scale of the operation had been too large to remain covert. It was about to become possibly the largest scandal in DeBeers' history. They hung their scapegoat and in an unprecedented move, Percival was stripped of his sighthold. On top of that, he would be facing mountains of criminal and human rights charges. His life had just made a sharp left turn towards ruin.

As Simon entered the lobby of the office, Percival was busy wading his way through the commotion of the media and fellow exchange members. He stopped when he spotted the Limey.

"Oh, Mr. Randall," he paused. "If you are still interested in the Edmund Canary, I would gladly hear your offer."

"How about twenty quid. Ought to cover the S and H," he replied with emphasis on the last two letters.

All in all it had shaped up to be a rather interesting sight. Simon usually found them quite bland. In fact, life had become rather boring in the five years since he had retired from the game. He supposed that he never really wanted to quit, but the 'Chilean job' had left much more than a bad taste in his mouth. Now that times were easy and dull Simon felt the itch return. The Limey was planning a brand new 'job'.

OOC: note: I do not necessarily expect auditions to match this post in length. I merely took the opportunity to add some background to the story as well as set up my char. /OOC

It was a beautiful sunny day in Thailand, the tourists were on the beaches sweating out alcohol from the night before, or scuba diving with the South African lotharios that pass for instructors in this neck of the woods.

Eric on the other hand was dangling from three fingers under a very overhung cliff. But that's what rock climbers do for fun, and Eric could pretty much only be described as a climber. Before he could even walk, he had this insatiable need to get higher.

He flailed for a left hand hold as the burn grew in his right forearm. His left hand couldn't find anything to grab on to, and all he got for his trouble was another scraped knuckle.

"Shit." Eric yelled as his arm finally gave up and he plunged towards the earth.

The fall lasted about a second and a half before the rope caught him. He let fly with a stream of colourful and inventive profanities as he hung in mid air. Finally he looked down and concluded his rant by telling his climbing partner to "bring me down, I'm done."



Later that day:

The climbers had gathered around the fire. They always did, when your budget for the month is a hundred bucks, your nightlife options are limited, even in Thailand.

"Paradigm still eluding you?" one of the many tall rangy guys with ratty hair and calloused hands asked another one.

"It doesn't have a name until I stick it." Eric replied. Just then his phone went off - somehow this dirtbag climber-bum had an expensive sat-phone, but that, like his complete lack of a last name, was one of the many unique things about Eric.

"Yep." He answered the phone, walking off for a little privacy. Whoever was on the other end of the phone introduced themselves.

"Long time no see mate, how are the Jaapies treating you?"
The answer was quick and expected, because Eric brushed it off with:

"Good to hear, good to hear."

Eric listened and Mmm hmmed for a minute or so before saying

"Yeah, I'll see you there." and closing the phone.

That night, Eric packed up his stuff and left.


END

Eric NoLastName is tall and "rangy" (whatever that means exactly - kind of like Aragon from LOTR I guess since he's a ranger). He has a mid length mess of brown hair, and light brown eyes. Most of the time he's a relatively law abiding climber bum. Some of the time, he climbs up buildings, disables or bypasses their security systems, and relocates objects of value. He can't help it, stealing things is a natural and instinctive skill, just like climbing them. Eric is usually very laid back, only getting excited by the prospect of doing something challenging (and usually dangerous).

penprick said:

Simon's Leading Lady​

She is the co-leader of the heist. Simon and this character have a 'history'. They were once lovers who worked many thefts together until about 5 years ago when 'the Chilean Job' went horribly wrong and 2 of their cohorts were killed. Simon and his thief-lover barely escaped but the resulting tension and stress ended their relationship some months hence. They haven't seen each other since. Simon will attempt to rekindle what they had but she seems hesitant, creating dramatic tension. She may have some current involvement with one of the other chars (up to you).

Audition below by stating a role and creating a char. Perhaps you know Simon, he has left you a contact message and you are meeting him to talk about the job. Perhaps you would just show your skills by describing a previous heist or in the case of the antagonists a hostile situation or anything else appropriate. I am looking for a diverse cast of characters from all over the world. Think expensive cars and clothes. Think exotic locales. Think jewels. Think style. Think James Bond. Think pulp, pulp and more pulp.

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Tatiana Lukianov​

With a low whistle, Tatiana folded the newspaper over on itself and pushed it across the table as she leaned back to take another sip of coffee. Though it had only made it to page two, the crash-and-burn story of Richard Percival's involvement with conflict diamonds continued to a full page spread in the Financial Section. And wouldn't you know -- a tidbit by an "undisclosed source" revealed a brief conversation about the Edmund Canary between Percival and an unnamed somebody who had offered 20£ to cover shipping and handling.

"You cheeky bastard!" she exclaimed and began to laugh. Undisclosed source indeed. She'd bet a dollar to doughnuts that Simon Randall was up to something. Something big that might also explain the three unanswered messages he'd left on her machine this past week after staying silent for five years.

Picking up her cel, she dialed a number and waited.

"Hillary Gladstone."

"Hil, it's Ana. How are you?"

"Well, well... Long time no query," the society editor of the Post murmured. "You must be working on something, dear one."

"Maybe. Maybe not. But I am interested in anything you can give me on Richard Percival -- cee eye vee aye. And his wife, of course. Patricia."

"Well he made quite a splash in the morning edition, which I'm sure you already know."

Tatiana concurred, taking notes as Hillary chattered on... and on... and on, finally coming up for breath in a record fifty seven minutes. "Do you need more, love?"

"No. I just wanted some background and what you've given me more than covers it. Thanks."

"Don't be such a stranger, sexy thing. Promise we'll get together soon," Hillary purred.

"You bet, Hill. And thanks again. Gotta run. Kiss, kiss."

Ana clicked the cel shut without allowing the old dyke to get in the pass she knew was coming and dialed again -- this time to Stan Moore in Business. She wanted it all -- stocks, bonds, holdings, credit, blah, blah, blah. Rumored and fact. Ana filled two more pages and promised lunch on Friday if he'd get her what she needed in hard copy by tonight latest. Of course he agreed.

All she could do now was wait... or call Simon back. But did she want to?

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Born in Murmansk, Russia, Tatiana Lukianov came to the United States at the age of thirteen when her parents emigrated.

Often referred to as a wunderkind in the glut job market of journalism, she always seemed to be in the right place at the right time. Earning her first award at the young age of eighteen, the Edward R. Murrow Award for a three part series on identity theft after hearing the story of a local man who lost thousands of dollars when his credit cards were stolen, she went on to graduate Summa Cum Laude from the University of Rhode Island with a BA in Journalism.

During her Junior and Senior years, the college paper was awarded the Pacemaker Award, the Pulitzer Prize of the college press in recognition of outstanding journalism.

Senior year also brought her more laurels. Inspired by a brief story of a black man found hanging in his jail cell, Tatiana tackled the story that would win her first prize in the Robert F. Kennedy Journalism Awards.

Her reputation as a world-class investigative reporter really bloomed with her reporting on the dramatic changes occurring in central Europe during 1989 and 1990, adding a Pulitzer in Journalism to her rapidly growing stack of awards. This also brought her to Simon Randall whom she first met while covering that story.

Thank you Maid and Snowy. I've updated the cast on the first post. I hope we get a good mix of chars. M and F and good villains too.

Head Antagonist (open)
Someone must own/posess the jewels marked to be nicked. There will hopefully be lots of setup plot before the actual heist. There will be suspicions. This char should be a wary, savvy opponent, perhaps think James Bond villain. The nationality and demeanor of this char will determine where the heist will take place (Paris museum, Castle in Scotland, New York hotel, South American Dictator's residence, Russia, India, Australia, Turkey, Italy, anywhere). The jewels are on public display, and the thieves will scope the premises and play some cat and mouse with the antagonist and his/her henchmen (Columbo style) leading up to the heist itself.

Jim Crandall: Dotcom jillionaire...through insider information he avoided the bust and US authorities as well as Interpol continue to investigate him and his partners. He was the smiling sales face of his company. Slick, smooth, good looking...he took point for his bookish computer genius partners and allowed them to market their software etc. world-wide. His two partners are still with him in his now nefarious endeavors and have developed a global network for the trafficking of everything from American cigarettes to antiquities. In the last few years his passion has become, you guessed it, gems. He's brokered deals for several famous rocks including some of the Tsarist Crown jewels and has been rumored to have been either directly or obliquely involved dozens of other shady arrangements. The proceeds of most of these deals have gone into his collection which is now estimated to be worth 300 million dollars American. Considering the incredible technical brain-trust around him one can imagine the elaborate overkill of his security measures. His weakness is his vanity...he feels he must display his unmatched collection or it's worthless.

His enormous villa high in the mountains above Rio de Janeiro is nearly impossible to reach by any means other than the variety of helicopters he keeps to ferry his jet-set guests and partners in crime.

He is utterly without scruples and even his closest associates keep an eye on him for signs of treachery. He gets results and that's enough for most. He is a ruthless monster but not a killer...he hires folks for those jobs..(see above) and compartmentalizes the evil they do is his name by telling himself that he didn't pull the trigger. Playboy, bon vivant, highly educated, a sophisticate and a shameless user, all are well-used to describe, The Condor...the underworld moniker given him due to his high perch in the mountains

Welcome Vike. I'm certain that you'll make a fine adversary.

I'd also like to say that I have been able to glean from the mysterious Eric that he is an Irishman, however whether he is Ulster or Proper still eludes me.

It's coming along but I must concede that we are a tad male-heavy at this juncture. Not that I wish for everyone to pair up but this is an SRP after all and everyone should at least have a chance to get some. Not that males aren't still welcome.

penprick said:

I'd also like to say that I have been able to glean from the mysterious Eric that he is an Irishman, however whether he is Ulster or Proper still eludes me.

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Ahh, that eludes a lot of people boyo.

The Condor

Hey...I just realized Crandall is too close to Randall...I have no idea what the heck I was thinking of, sorry...Let's switch it to Gabriel, probably an assumed name anyway considering Jimmys scam-artist past.

The Condor surveyed his collection of ill-gotten gains with the gleeful eye of a child on Xmas morning. They flitted from one priceless stone to another carressing their facets. Hundreds of millions of dollars that could easily be moved in a good sized suitcase. Gabriels' "morning constitutional" as he called it, had begun. He'd don his linen gloves and systematically touch each of the stones in his fabulous collection, calling them by their names. Perhaps reciting a little history from that gems storied past

"The Transvaal Blue," Gabriel said reverently as he fingered a twenty-five carat pear-shaped diamond with a blue tint to it's brilliance.

"The Supreme Purple Star," Gabriel moaned and then began his recitation, "Some speculate this diamond may be rarer than a red diamond and is believed to be a one of a kind, originating in the Amazon basin...whatever became of the stone is unknown."

Gabriel threw his head back and laughed heartily at that last bit.

D'oh!

(Smacks forehead) Can't believe I missed Randall/Crandall myself.

"So Mr. Gabriel, if that's your real name, do you really expect me to believe you?" he posed.

"No Mr. Randall. I expect you to die!"

Where's Fort Knox again....?

lol...exactly...and I've recruited my very own combination Oddjob/Pussy Galore...hopefully she'll have time to post tonight!

I need her because it's time I took care of this flyspeck in my butterscotch pudding - Simon Randall .....PERMANENTLY!

Miles "Flinch" Matheson

OOC: Trying out for one of the jewel thieves.

Miles Matheson, Phd sat quietly in the plush, expensively decorated office in the Manhatten high rise. He was tall, skinny young man with messy black hair and thin glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose, just in front of his green eyes. He had a pair of thick sennheiser's over his ears and was currently playing a video game on the sleek, expensive computer that was the only thing on his large, ebony desk. In the game he was currently firing an automatic rifle into a series of impressive monsters as they came up on his video screen. He took a deep and powerful sigh. He was bored.

He'd grown up as the son of two Professors of Education. They'd each had a thesis on the correct way to raise a child so that he would become the most intellectually gifted person possible. They'd met and agreed to have a child together to put their theories to the test. Miles(They'd been Jazz fans also) was the result of that. Now, 25 years later, the experiment could only be deemed a marginal success.

True the young man had graduated high school at 15 and had dual Phds in Electrical Engineering and Computer Science from MIT before his twenty first birthday but the way he'd been raised, in intense homeschooling until his college years had left him naive and inexperienced in the more earthy aspects of life. At university he'd gotten into vice. His parents had taught him about drugs and why they were to be avoided, but not gambling. Miles had thought he could reduce any athletic contest to a simple mathematical problem to be solved. He thought it would be a way to earn some money to fund some other ideas. Miles, to put it mildly, had overreached.

Despite some early success, Miles soon found himself in debt to the tune of hundreds of thousands of dollars. He'd defended his Masters thesis with a broken leg he claimed was the result of a skiing accident but was actually the Forenzi brothers informing him of their payment plan. Miles had no idea what to do. That had been until he'd tried to explain to the Forenzi's what he did. Some of his groundbreaking work in cryptography and the more mundane things he knew about electrical systems could, in theory, have criminal applications. Miles had helped them rob a few banks, to the tunes of tens of millions of dollars, and they'd forgiven his debt.

Miles soon found he enjoyed the excitement and challenge of being a security cracker. The money it provided was nice and the people he met were often interesting but it was the work, and the puzzles it provided, that really appealed to him. His skills had soon put him in high demand and that had been how he'd come into contact with Simon Randall.

Simon had hired him for a jewel theft in Amsterdam and Miles, despite the nervous twitch he sometimes developed on a job, had succeeded with flying colours. The two worked together a few times more until Simon had hired him for a job in Santiago, Chile. Things had gone wrong. People had been killed. Miles had barely made it out of the country. After that job he panicked. He quit the business and went back to the states, taking a job with GloboSecur, an American Hi-tech Security conglomerate. He'd been there nearly four years and was bored to tears.

The money was good and the office was nice but it was so sterile, so easy. Miles often thought they'd only hired him because his name still had some cache in the academic world. Usually he was done with his "work" by noon and he spent the rest of the day playing video games or reading comic books or staring into space, fantasizing about his days as a jewel thief.

Miles switched his computer off and reclined in the black leather chair. He hit his intercom to speak to his secretary.

"Colin, is there anything on my schedule for today?"

The slightly effeminate voice of his personal assistant came back

"Not for the day, Mr. Matheson, but Mr. Simmons has requested your presence at the Shareholders dinner this evening."

Miles rolled his eyes. Shareholders dinners were as boring as things got. The CEO would trot him out like a show pony, make references to the fact that their current head of technological development had been a Nobel finalist at the age of 20 and then he'd have to eat steak and discuss obnoxious, mundane things with stockbrokers. Everyday Miles thought about picking up the phone and calling Antony, the man who found him work in less savoury pursuits. Everytime he thought of that, however, he remembered Chile. Everytime he remembered Chile, he turned his computer back on and attempted to set a new high score.

Just a friendly bump...

When was the last time you were part of a jewel heist?

Don't be intimidated by the "audition" -- basically it's a description of the character you'd like to play minus the height, weight and breast/penis size. Oh, wait... guys never give their penis size.

There are lots of parts available and I'm sure penprick would be more than willing to discuss any ideas.

Take a chance... This thread is going to be a lot of fun. Ladies, don't let the guys snag all the good parts. (And there are plenty of things for the gents to do as well.)

Alexandra Kent

penprick said:

Henchmen/women (open)
The chief antagonist will need 1 or 2 people in charge of protecting his/her assets. These could be anyone from thugs to lethal assassins in any combination. Bear in mind that (although nothing is written in stone) the antagonists will likely lose. However the story hopefully won't end after the heist and the antagonists may well get a chance for revenge.

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Alex finished her last lap and pulled herself out of the pool. She dried off and wrapped the towel around her waist before heading towards her room. As she walked down the hall she hardly noticed the muffled laughter of her employer. In the year she’d been the Head of Security for Jim Gabriel she’d gotten used to his morning routine with his stones. Knowing better then to interrupt that, she took the last few steps to her room and got into the shower. She was quite content with her job, more so than she had been with any other. Unlike other men she’d worked for Jim valued her opinion and had no problem deferring to her when it came to security measures. He also has no problem passing the dirty work along to me either, she thought. But that didn’t bother her; she’d never had a problem doing what needed to be done.

When she’d finished showering and had dried off she pulled on a pair of jeans and a tank top, both in her favorite color…black. Alex strapped her shoulder holster on and slipped her SIG-Saur P220 into it. She walked out and back to the room where Jim kept his huge collection of gems. The door was still closed but she knocked anyway. She figured Jim had had long enough with his gems. Besides they were about due for their own familiar routine. Maybe today would be the day he’d finally listen to her and put the stones somewhere secure instead of keeping them here and showing them off at every chance he got.


Alexandra Kent is 26 years old, with long black hair and green eyes. She is 5’9” and has an athletic build that she maintains from daily exercise and weight lifting. Most people find her stand-offish which is fine with her. She has been in security for about eight years and she is very good at her job. Though she started out with no real training or experience over the last eight years she has become known as one of the top people to go to for security. Because of her lack of morals and compunctions when it comes to being ruthless she is sought after by wealthy but unsavory people.

She had been working for a man in Greece who had acquired his own personal museum, partly through legal channels and partly through illegal channels. It was mostly filled with expensive and rare paintings but there were also a few statues and antiques of different kinds. He often threw elaborate parties, inviting the richest of the rich and it was at one of those parties that she’d met Jim Gabriel. She’d known him by reputation alone and after meeting him she spent some time finding out more about him. It didn’t take her long to realize that being Chief of Security for him was one of those opportunities of a lifetime. She wanted that job and she knew that she would be better then whoever he had now. She just needed to make Jim Gabriel realize it.

She spent time and money researching his villa in Rio de Janeiro and its security. After a couple months she quit her current job and flew out to Rio de Janeiro. She spent a few days preparing and then she hit the villa. In less then 20 minutes she was standing in Jim’s bedroom door with his previous Head of Security dead in the hallway. She’d killed two birds with one stone, Gabriel was now without a Head of Security and she’d been able to show off her skills when it came to security and it didn’t take long for them to work something out.

Maid of Marvels said:

Don't be intimidated by the "audition" -- basically it's a description of the character you'd like to play minus the height, weight and breast/penis size. Oh, wait... guys never give their penis size.

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Jeez, how often does a girl need to read "Nine inches long and thick as a beer can" before she realizes 99% of the cocks described are going to be exactly the same

A little bit "hush hush" - Jewel Thief Andy McTeague

OOC: Another Jewel thief - someone to do the organising at the low level, to do the shouting and (god forbid) the shooting. Penprick - if you need a good 2 i/c to take the operational load off some, whilst you do the big-picture thinking, then give Andy a call...

Mr McTeague eased the Audi into his reserved parking spot and headed for the elevator to the 5th floor. He nodded to the security guard as he signed the register and got the badge - it all seemed high level, and he'd snapped it up as soon as he'd finished with the Regiment, but the truth be told it was rather dull.

Which was why he had a sidejob...

His government job in Intelligence paid a decent wage, especially given what he'd been used to as a Sergeant Major in the Army, but it was like watching paint dry. He did all the pre-op planning he'd been used to doing, but then a bunch of snot-nosed kids went out and did the fun stuff, the real work, and he sometimes got to find out about it in a follow up report.

He eased his leg under the desk - the 7.62 round he'd taken just up from his kneecap (through kevlar at range, thank God) made him stiff if he sat funny for too long. He still kept his hair short, he still wore the moustache he'd grown on reaching Sergeant and if it had more grey in it now than it had then, that didn't stop him thrashing the hell out of his young Section Chief at squash every Thursday.

A lot of people wondered why he didn't surrender to swivel-chair spread and advancing middle age, but that all came back to his side-job. Andy McTeague disapeared off for weeks at a time on leave, often coming back with a tan. This was almost derigeur for an ex-SAS man with a background in MilIntel, but what few people knew was that many of these excursions were self-planned and self-funded. And very, very profitable. In his spare time Andy stole jewels, starting with a few insignificant diamonds from Amsterdam and continuing up to some total beasts from South Africa. His speciality was cracking physical security systems so fast it left the home team breathless and stealing diamonds which had been discovered and not yet announced - using his Intel contacts to get the word when something like this was happening.

His wife hadn't worked out what was going on, she was used to him not telling her things, and used to the fact that her husband was two very different men, only one of which she was married to. The children went to the best schools, the family wanted for nothing and whilst he was at home he was everything a wife could want in a husband.

Andy had never worked out which part of his life was "cover" and which was the real him.

Updating

Ok, what have I missed?

Cap and Steiner join the theives. Top.

The Condor finds his Alexandra Galore.

I won't say anything abuut the size of my member, but I will take take the opportunity to mention that I wear a size 11 shoe. heh heh

Still male-heavy. I guess if we don't pick up one more female in the next 24 hours we should just get the show on the road anyhow? Vike could always sign a mid-season free agent to make Jenn jealous. Any objections?

When I kickstart things, I'll contact everyone for ideas to set things up. Then I'll post an opening scene, (half pre-written already) of the theives having a meeting to discuss roles/loot shares to introduce everyone, then Mr. Gabriel will have a similar scene with his camp as he tries but has great difficulty to evesdrop on our meeting. This will set the scene, he's onto us but has no evidence. We're going to be coy, play cat-and-mouse. Other than that, I have one somewhat elaborate flashback scene for Simon and Tatia. So at first you may think it's all my show, but really it's all just setup so everyone can get their feet wet early. Please don't think I'm running this with an iron fist. Like I mentioned at the top, The theives will likely win, but not necessarily and perhaps Jim and Alex could come back for revenge. Maybe it'll go completely different. We'll have fun finding out.

If anyone wants AIM me feel free, all day Sun SN: insprenko or just pm me.

Henchman

Michael Carmichael

Michael Carmichael is a tall man, around 6'2" and weighing in at 190 lbs.

He has dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, with sharp features, high cheeks and thin lips.

Michael was rumoured to have worked briefly for the IRA back in the 'bad old days' and gained a reputation as a sniper. On the run from British Intelligence, MI-5, Michael fled to South Africa where he amused himself as a 'gamesman', poaching endangered animals for fun and profit.

Tired of hunting dumb animals, Michael took some work as a bounty hunter, tracking a pair of South African criminals to South America and 'extraditing' them back to the States, then worked briefly as a mercenary for a drug cartel in Brazil.

Over the years, Michael has gained a reputation as being one of the top troubleshooters available to the wealthy and ultra wealthy, a man who isn't squeamish about the work he takes, but takes a certain professional pride in always fulfilling his contracts and always bringing his marks down in the end.

A few days ago, he recieved a note from an associate, informing him that a certain Dot Com wunderkind was looking to hire an expert in security to defend a package of diamonds. The job sounded a tad dull, but the money the wunderkind was offering was definitely enough to turn heads.

Michael packed his bags and hopped the next plane out. After all, diamonds are a mercenary's best friend.

My apologies

I haven't been feeling very well and am going to have to take a bit of time here...just a few days...should be fully functional again by Friday or Saturday.

Do not hesitate to write around me...

Jenn: Lovely work, like it very much! Please take over the 'day to day' whilst the Condor evens out...

Thanks all...have no fear, I'll catch up!

Celeste Pittenger, Chef de Cuisine

...well-known and highly sought after among the "Who's Who of Beautiful (and incredibly rich) People", to host a gathering of any sort with her involved was a coup d'etat in itself. As such, she hobnobbed comfortably among the crème de la crème of the bon ton worldwide.

Celeste named her price and got it... sometimes even trebled when there were several prospective clients bidding for the services of her business, Let Them Eat Cake™. She travelled anywhere and everywhere, often taking up to six months to plan each catered affair, from simple cocktail parties to elaborate banquets and weddings.

Because of her social contacts, she has acquired other interests; those, too, gleaned at exorbitant prices. Being privvy to confidences as well as having free access within normally unaccessible homes and businesses -- one had to discuss "arrangements and menus" after all -- Ms. Pittenger was a jewel among jewels in certain rather obscure circles.

At twenty five, Celeste is lean and supple. Quick on her feet and with her hands, she works out regularly and holds several honors in the world of martial arts, which only adds to the allure and mystique that surrounds this woman.

More to come... but this will all begin to make sense somewhere along the way. Bon appétit!!

Ok, I think we have a star-studded cast here. In fact, I believe my own top billing to be rather outshined by the rest of you.

I will start contacting you for a bit of info to start things off. Some of you have pm'd me already, that's great. If you wish to AIM me add insprenko to your list.

Maid of Marvels said:

Full up? Will we see a main thread by the weekend? *wiggle*

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Count on that. Maybe sooner if i get a word from Vike.

PS - I wear REALLY thick socks.