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Post by Gerald Catty on Jan 15, 2008 21:17:43 GMT -5
Gerald grimaced... of course, grimacing is what he should do- after all, Two-Face did seem to grimace alot. However, Gerald was grimacing because his disguise wasn't at all comfortable. He had his lips pinned back on the left side of his face, as well as horrible-looking make-up on that side that had taken hours to apply.
With his right hand, he constantly flipped a coin- the tails side all scratched up deeply. He hadn't been able to find a two-headed coin in time, but he hoped no one would investigate the coin intently enough to notice this.
He had pretty much pulled it off- his hair on one side of his head dyed darkly while his natural whitish-blonde hair did the trick for the deformed side, and had carefully bleached his old Sunday suit carefully straight down the middle on one side.
Hanging in the shadows of the back of the van, Gerald looked like a very convincing, intimidating Two-Face. The only problem was... well, he couldn't really talk much.
How the hell Two-Face managed to pronounce his "b"s and "p"s with his lips curled back on one side was beyond Gerald's explanation... hell, maybe that's why Two-face was rumored to be so quiet- maybe the guy had a speech impediment.
Gerald sighed mentally- he didn't sigh out loud, of course. The thug that was riding in the back of the van would notice, and things might start clicking- he had convinced this guy, as well as the driver, that he was really Two-Face through acting as if he had nerves of steel, and showing nervousness right now might tip them off.
Finally, the van stopped. Gerald looked at his watch... 1:54 pm. "Circle the street one more time," Gerald ordered quietly. He couldn't do it just yet. It had nothing to do with nerves. It simply wasn't 2pm yet.
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Post by The Dark Knight on Jan 15, 2008 21:41:28 GMT -5
"Right, boss... you know, I want to say to you, boss, what an opportunity this is. I mean, I once ran a job for the Joker and let me tell you, he was a real whacko. No professionalism, always making it up as he goes along, though I heard from my brother once that it's all an act, I say no clown has real grit, that's what I say. Now the Penguin was a gentleman, real class act that one, bt he talked and talked and, in that funny voice of his, you know, like a penguin in a suit really would sound, oh yeah, you already know him, no offense boss, but those guys are whackos, real nutjobs those guys, except Penguin and yourself, of course, I mean you can hardly blame your actions on yourself, it's not like you decided to dress like a mime or something out of the Wizard of Oz, you're just a victim of circumstance-"
"Alice's Adventures in Wonderland." Suddenly added the goon in the back, his first words spoken all day.
"What?"
"You're thinking of the Mad Hatter."
"No, not him, the Scarecrow!"
"Scarecrow's not from Wizard of Oz!!"
"Yeah, he is, him and the Tinman and Lion and Doro-"
"No, you idiot, he's a Jungian archetype in classic psychology!!"
"Don't give me that crap, I know him and that Hatter freak are in cahoots! I bet Mister Freeze is supposed to be Jack Frost or something!"
"You fucking moron, you are the most ignorant henchman I've ever worked with!!"
"Yeah, well, I didn't get us kicked out of Intergang for bungling that Kryptonite heist in Metropolis!"
"It was Superman, bullets bounce off him for crying out loud!!"
It was suddenly 2:01 PM.
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Post by Gerald Catty on Jan 15, 2008 21:48:58 GMT -5
Gerald frowned. Or at least, frowned the best he could with half of his face peeled away from his mouth.
"Late. Get going!" He barked out, shortly. He didn't want them to realize his words were slurring from not being used to having his lips like that. At best, they would assume he was drunk, and perhaps would abandon the plan.
Following the two henchman, he grabbed a double-barreled shotgun from beneath his seat, and ordered the two move in first. He had already advised them that they would be the ones telling everyone to get their hands up, stay on the ground... all that old stuff. After all, this place got robbed by Two-Face like, twice a month, and there was a chance that they would realize that he wasn't Two-Face if he spoke too much- he had never heard the guy's voice himself, so had no clue what kind of voice to imitate.
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Post by The Dark Knight on Jan 15, 2008 22:12:30 GMT -5
"Everybody down on the floor..." These words came not from either goon, but from the manager himself. Obviously, he had far more experience with this than Gerald. "Just hand out the money and noone will get hurt..." The bank tellers empty their registers with practiced skill.
The two goons stare at each other dumbfounded, having assumed they would actually have to DO some work. Then they shrug and started collecting the cash in a plastic bag.
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Post by Gerald Catty on Jan 15, 2008 22:22:49 GMT -5
Gerald was extremely surprised- but instead of showing that, just gave a smug, albiet short glance to the manager- that's what someone who was already expecting the manager to hand everything over would do, right? He looked towards the door occasionally, the same grim expression on his face as he flipped the coin idly once more.
There were really only two things he was worried about right now- one was of course, the chance that Batman might show up. The other was the off-chance that today happened to be the day that the real Two-Face had decided to rob this place. He looked at his watch- 2:08. He had studied how long it usually took for Two-Face to get in and out of this bank, and was confident he could do it well before the police had arrived.
After a few more minutes, it became obvious that Two-Face wouldn't show- he would have been there around the same time Gerald had arrived.
"Hurry up," he demanded quietly.
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Post by The Dark Knight on Jan 15, 2008 22:57:40 GMT -5
Suddenly, a schoolbus bust through the front of the bank, flinging shattered glass and debris everywhere. A moment later, the cabdoor swung open and out jumped a thin man in a very well-fitting yet oddly green suit. "How do you make twice as much money in half the time? Why, rob the man robbing the bank!"
Behing him poured a dozen green-suited goons carrying machineguns.
"Thanks for the help, Harvey. I'll be sure to leave you with a shiny new silver dollar as a tip."
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Post by Gerald Catty on Jan 15, 2008 23:18:26 GMT -5
This was... unexpected. Although he kept his expression from slipping out of character, he was in an extreme panic.
Shit... shit. The Riddler. This guy was supposed to be smart. Hell, how well did Riddler know Two-Face? To two thugs who had never seen the guy before, Gerald might be able to pull it off, but to someone like him...?
He grimaced. What would Two-Face do?
Battling it out with the Riddler would be suicide- he had way more man power... but Gerald had spent a good deal of his savings to pull this stunt off! If it didn't succeed, he might not get a second chance.
The entire reason he was doing this was simply to -start- a reputation- eventually it would have been realized Dent had not been the one to do this, and perhaps some mob-bosses would go and try and hire the guy who had the gall to impersonate such a well-known boss.
Gerald has two choices... he could simply stand by, pissed off as the Riddler made off with the money, or.... he could simply reveal himself to the Riddler- if he did it just right, he might interest the guy enough to get a job through him. One way or another, he didn't care as long as he got his shot in this... profession.
But which should he do, reveal himself or just stand by and give some "You'll pay for this" line? How could he decide on the fly like this?! This wasn't planned out at all....
Gerald looked down at the coin in his hand, and it dawned on him- and with a flick of his thumb, the coin was flipped into the air.
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Post by The Dark Knight on Jan 15, 2008 23:29:17 GMT -5
Edward Nygma, the self-proclaimed smartest man in the city, suddenly lost his nerve, "NOOO!!"
Before Gerald could check the result of the toss, Nygma was already telling his men to lower their weapons. "I don't need a bloodbath, Harvey... put the coin away and just hand over one of the bags. You can have the other one. See? One bag of cash gone, the other stays... doesn't that fit your great balance?"
It was obvious the Riddler thought that 'Two-Face' was flipping the coin to decide whether to shoot Nygma or not and then risk dying himself by firing squad. The real Harvey Dent was supposedly psychotic enough to make such a decision...
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Post by Gerald Catty on Jan 15, 2008 23:35:10 GMT -5
Gerald catches the coin, but doesn't look at it, giving the Riddler a brief look. Gareld would have smirked widely, if he wasn't afraid of it causing the pins holding his lips back to pop off from beneath the makeup.
"Hmn... Depends." Gerald opened his palm, looking at the coin. He didn't even really pay attention to what it had landed on- as long as Riddler -thought- he was following the coin's command, everything worked out fine.
"Take your half and get lost," he says quietly, motioning for his guys to take their own bag and get the hell out.
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Post by The Dark Knight on Jan 15, 2008 23:43:25 GMT -5
He slowly steped forward to pick up the cash, then quickly leaped back into the van. As the green goons followed, Gerald could distinctly hear one whispering, "My god... he's even uglier than I'd heard..."
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Post by Gerald Catty on Jan 15, 2008 23:49:12 GMT -5
Gerald watches as his goons take the money and get into the vehicle, and turns around.
Maybe, just maybe, it would be funny to see how the Riddler would react to a puzzle piece of his own...
Just as the last of Riddler's men got into their vehicle, Gerald took a look at his coin, then aimed carefully... and shooting his arm out as he gave the coin a flick with his thumb, flipped the coin straight into the open door of the Riddler's get-away vehicle- he had ensured he had exaggerated the motion enough for at least some of the Riddler's goons to notice the coin get flicked inside, before he quickly hopped into his own van and told his hired thug to floor it.
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