Bad guys life for me (Bambina & Aidler)

[cherrybambina]

The sound of gunshots echoing through the walls made her tense from her spot behind the concrete wall, clutching the pistol tighter in her hands, knuckles turning white. "Move, they're coming up beside you!" The voice in her earbud yelled at Jackie. Turning her head to the side, she could see them a short distance away. They didn't see her form pressed against the wall, she'd have a clear shot if she took it now. Instead the alternate option peaked her interest and dipping from her spot faster than a bat out of hell she took shelter behind a nearby pillar. But something from her side view caught her attention, a tall male holding a long gun, seeming to be much more powerful than what she was carrying. Shit! She didn't check on the other side! The male aimed, pointing it at her head.

A single shot rang out then, not from the males rifle but from hers. She got him in leg, leaving him to fall and for her enough time to find a better hiding place, closer to her goal. "That was close" the girl muttered.


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Seagulls, waves rocking against the boat, and the occasional chatter of people, these were all sounds that calmed Jackie's out of control heartbeat and made her mind a little more at ease. Letting out a sigh she gazed at the mess riddled around her, backpacks, and equipment were strewn about the floor of the pristine yacht. As well as black work pants, a black tshirt, a mask and work boots that she had sweatily peeled off the minute she stepped foot on the boat, leaving her in a white halter body suit and nothing else. Sometimes she had to praise her boobs (or lack of boobs) as she could easily disguise herself as a teen boy, it certainly threw off the cops at least.

Eyeing the tornado swept aftermath Jackie realized she really should pick the shit up, or at least hide it. But the mere thought up getting up made her frown. It was one of those hot days, you know the kind that made your ass crack sweat and thighs stick to whatever you're sitting on? Yeah that type of weather. Exercising of any kind wasn't recommended outside, however when you've got thugs on your ass that was the last thing you're thinking of. Jackie couldn't say she actually minded the heat though, but tiring herself out again was another story.

She leaned over the railing of the boat, gazing into the dark water bellow. "I wonder if they're going to miss this stuff" She said, talking about the goods Jackie and her partner had managed to accumulate. "I know they were a thriving gang and all, but that area seemed pretty poor." Her voice trailed off.

How did she even get in this mess? A 23 year old girl from LA should be finishing their collage degree during the day, and partying their ass off at night. Then again Jackie had never been normal, always a little more...adventurous than the rest. In high school well the kids were breaking into abandoned places to smoke up. You could find little ol'e Jackie breaking into rich people's houses, or her OG job; stealing cars and selling them to chop shops. Never in her teenage life had she ever dreamed of this. Teenage Jackie would be so proud, probably would have said suck it to the school and got the hell out of there.

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Jackie Fuentes

Age
22
Personality
-Good natured, always giving people the benefit of the doubt
-Doesn't take shit, and can be a bit stubborn at times
-Sarcastic but in a playful, lighten the mood way.
-A free spirit, laid back, usually go with the flow type girl
-Bad tempered if pushed hard enough

Bust​

34 A
Height
5'2

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[Aidler]

The sound of gunshots echoing through the walls made her tense from her spot behind the concrete wall, clutching the pistol tighter in her hands, knuckles turning white. "Move, they're coming up beside you!" The voice in her earbud yelled at Jackie. Turning her head to the side, she could see them a short distance away. They didn't see her form pressed against the wall, she'd have a clear shot if she took it now. Instead the alternate option peaked her interest and dipping from her spot faster than a bat out of hell she took shelter behind a nearby pillar. But something from her side view caught her attention, a tall male holding a long gun, seeming to be much more powerful than what she was carrying. Shit! She didn't check on the other side! The male aimed, pointing it at her head.

A single shot rang out then, not from the males rifle but from hers. She got him in leg, leaving him to fall and for her enough time to find a better hiding place, closer to her goal. "That was close" the girl muttered.


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Seagulls, waves rocking against the boat, and the occasional chatter of people, these were all sounds that calmed Jackie's out of control heartbeat and made her mind a little more at ease. Letting out a sigh she gazed at the mess riddled around her, backpacks, and equipment were strewn about the floor of the pristine yacht. As well as black work pants, a black tshirt, a mask and work boots that she had sweatily peeled off the minute she stepped foot on the boat, leaving her in a white halter body suit and nothing else. Sometimes she had to praise her boobs (or lack of boobs) as she could easily disguise herself as a teen boy, it certainly threw off the cops at least.

Eyeing the tornado swept aftermath Jackie realized she really should pick the shit up, or at least hide it. But the mere thought up getting up made her frown. It was one of those hot days, you know the kind that made your ass crack sweat and thighs stick to whatever you're sitting on? Yeah that type of weather. Exercising of any kind wasn't recommended outside, however when you've got thugs on your ass that was the last thing you're thinking of. Jackie couldn't say she actually minded the heat though, but tiring herself out again was another story.

She leaned over the railing of the boat, gazing into the dark water bellow. "I wonder if they're going to miss this stuff" She said, talking about the goods Jackie and her partner had managed to accumulate. "I know they were a thriving gang and all, but that area seemed pretty poor." Her voice trailed off.

How did she even get in this mess? A 23 year old girl from LA should be finishing their collage degree during the day, and partying their ass off at night. Then again Jackie had never been normal, always a little more...adventurous than the rest. In high school well the kids were breaking into abandoned places to smoke up. You could find little ol'e Jackie breaking into rich people's houses, or her OG job; stealing cars and selling them to chop shops. Never in her teenage life had she ever dreamed of this. Teenage Jackie would be so proud, probably would have said suck it to the school and got the hell out of there.

​

Jackie Fuentes

Age
23
Personality
-Good natured, always giving people the benefit of the doubt
-Doesn't take shit, and can be a bit stubborn at times
-Sarcastic but in a playful, lighten the mood way.
-A free spirit, laid back, usually go with the flow type girl
-Bad tempered if pushed hard enough

Bust​

34 A
Height
5'2

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Sean had been much less forgiving during the raid that his partner and girlfriend had been. It wasn't that he enjoyed taking another person's life. But rather that he knew what could happen if someone hesitated or left a threat alive. So when time came to pull the trigger he never aimed for limbs. But that mentality came at a cost and weighed heavily on him after every job. And on this particular job he left three bodies in his wake.

The gear they were required to source seemed a bit odd. Though admittedly his current employer hadn't fully briefed either him or his partner. But the dark haired man in his thirties came highly reccomended by a former associate of Sean's. So he didn't question it much. If the job seemed too deep he and his beautiful partner could simply back out and move on. It wouldn't be the first time they'd had to cut out.

After getting out as clean as they could the duo ditched the stollen car they used and covered their tracks well. With any luck the Ballers would never be able to connect the dots and figure out who hit them. So after they met up with their second vehicle They paid their driver and returned to their home on the water. Jackie seemed to fall into her normal routine after a job and left things strewn about the deck as Sean went to shower.

By the time he emerged from below deck, dressed only in a pair of board shorts he saw his partner leaned against the rail looking down into the water as the sun set. And in answer to her querry he responded with a shrug as he stepped up behind her and placed his powerful hands on the rail next to her rather small and delicate ones. "Im sure they will. But for the life of me I cant figure out why a bunch thugs that sling blow and hookers have survaliance equipment like this. They must have had something big in the works." He said in his deep aluring voice right before he nuzzeled her neck for a moment.

Neither he, nor she looked like the typical hardened criminal. But both fit in well in Los Santos. To their neighbors at the marina they probably seemed like the stereotypical rich "kids". Where she was pretty slender and short, he was a little more than a foot her senior and muscular and what many would call attractive. Having just shaved the weeks worth of growth from his face he had an almost youthful appearance. But there was still and aged look to his brown eyes. But while both of them had somewhat different upbringings neither really had the cushy life their neighbors thought they did.

After he nuzzeled her neck for a few moments he pushed off the rail and strode across the deck gathering not only her clothing and gear but their haul for this job. Her clothing and gear he tossed below deck. The gear he set atop a table on the weather deck then went to the wet bar snd poured a drink. As the deep brown bourbon filled his glass he called out to his partner. "What you drinking tonigjt?"

Sean Macmillan
25
6'3"
195 pounds

 

[cherrybambina]

Jackie felt a weight on her back as she was leaning over the rail, the familiar masculine scent filling the air around her. Naturally she leaned into the weight, pressing her back against Sean's strong chest and let out a content sigh. It was moments like this, where she felt protected, as if nothing could take her down if he was there. "I thought something like that too while I was down there, it seemed like they were supplied it or some...thing" Jackie shivered when she felt him nuzzle into the crook of her neck, breathing out the rest of 'thing'.

Soon enough the weight against her disappeared and she was out in the open again. Turning around the dark blonde watched Sean cleaned up the mess she made, oops. Being neat never really was her strong point. She moved to help, but found there was nothing really left. "Thanks." She said loudly as his silhouette vanished into the boat. "You know the way you pick up after me people are going to start thinking you're the house wife." She continued, teasing him with a laugh.

Walking over to the table she picked up the remote they had to the outside radio and flipped it on, leaving it to play one of LA's most popular radio stations. Leaning back Jackie felt the sun on her shoulders, gazing up at the blue sky as she answered his question. "Hmmm..something fruity, surprise me." After all Sean's drinks never disappointment. He was the type that could take horse piss beer and turn it into something good.

Jackie's sharp blue eyes watched him as he prepared the think before she noticed something, pointing at his face with the long nails of her pointer finger. "Aye you shaved again, I forgot what you looked like with a baby butt smooth face. Looks good on you"