The Great Bank Robbery
Characters: Dr. Horrible, Ema Skye, Robo-Ky, Yuri.
Purpose: To rob the Ninth National Bank of Carrson City.
Location: Carrson City, bank.
Time: November 12th, mid-morning.
Warnings: Insanity inside; generally PG.
Summary: After recruiting Robo-Ky and Yuri to take part in a heist of the local bank, Dr. Horrible and his not-so-evil assistant Ema Skye put the doctor's plan into action, in the hopes of walking away with as much cash as they can carry.
There wasn't much time. The train would be leaving Carrson City soon, and Dr. Horrible needed to be on it at the time of its departure. Hopefully, not only would he be safe in his cabin by the time the train pulled out of the station, but accompanied with a mattress stuffed with the recently robbed revenue of the Ninth National bank. He'd been planning all week, and at last the time was upon them.
The horrible doctor was dressed in a suit, also stolen, with his hair brushed back and his face washed with grey-white grease paint, looking for all intents and purposes like a perfectly normal, dead citizen. He'd even had the foresight to use a bit of chalk to give himself that deathly white pallor familiarized by the faces of corpses.
Smirking to his nearby assistant Ema, Dr. Horrible walked around the side of the bank, where there lay a simple wooden box, constructed from the poor remains of his bed on the Valkyrie Express. He lay down inside, and folded his arms calmly across his chest. The devices he would use to break the bank safe open once inside lay uncomfortably inside the pillow he rested his head on. Looking up, he gave a confident grin.
"Everyone ready?" he asked.
Purpose: To rob the Ninth National Bank of Carrson City.
Location: Carrson City, bank.
Time: November 12th, mid-morning.
Warnings: Insanity inside; generally PG.
Summary: After recruiting Robo-Ky and Yuri to take part in a heist of the local bank, Dr. Horrible and his not-so-evil assistant Ema Skye put the doctor's plan into action, in the hopes of walking away with as much cash as they can carry.
There wasn't much time. The train would be leaving Carrson City soon, and Dr. Horrible needed to be on it at the time of its departure. Hopefully, not only would he be safe in his cabin by the time the train pulled out of the station, but accompanied with a mattress stuffed with the recently robbed revenue of the Ninth National bank. He'd been planning all week, and at last the time was upon them.
The horrible doctor was dressed in a suit, also stolen, with his hair brushed back and his face washed with grey-white grease paint, looking for all intents and purposes like a perfectly normal, dead citizen. He'd even had the foresight to use a bit of chalk to give himself that deathly white pallor familiarized by the faces of corpses.
Smirking to his nearby assistant Ema, Dr. Horrible walked around the side of the bank, where there lay a simple wooden box, constructed from the poor remains of his bed on the Valkyrie Express. He lay down inside, and folded his arms calmly across his chest. The devices he would use to break the bank safe open once inside lay uncomfortably inside the pillow he rested his head on. Looking up, he gave a confident grin.
"Everyone ready?" he asked.