joshuadim
the writer
JACKIE PILTER
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SCENE:
Tigers Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Heist]
LOCATION:
Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Camila, Jennifer, Maria, Ryutaro, Samira, Sylvie
THE HEIST
With everyone accounted for in the vicinity, Jackie motioned for everyone involved to follow along as he led them towards one of the several elevators nearby that scurried along the spine of the building towards the other floors. The architecture itself gave the whole place both a feeling of open air as well as a dense hive of activity, merging both concepts together into something that had an aura of familiarity with the office spaces and intimidation through subtle design choices. The elevator itself had a spaciousness inside to accommodate both the Tigers and Jackie as he pressed the button for the top floor and the doors closed. Up to the waist height, the back of the elevator was metallic but the above was glass which allowed a viewing port to observe as they ascended upwards towards their collective destination.
Rows of floors passed by as various businesses, all renting space in the lower floors of the building, went about their daily routines and their workers their assigned tasks for whatever field they happened to be working in. Some were law offices, others were accounting and finance firms, as well as a few other varieties here and there. Jackie remained close to the front of the elevator however, not wishing to observe themselves ascending as he himself had a bit of fright regarding heights. His eyes trained entirely on the door as he ignored the outside world until a ding filled the compartment, signaling their arrival at their destination.
The top two floors were reserved exclusively for the owners of the building, Hashimoto Real Estate, and unlike the various offices down below the spaces here were designed differently. Everything was much more sleek and elegant, and boasted an open office floor plan that removed the need for cubicles and instead allowed "liveliness", as advertised by the company itself regarding its customer relations. On its surface, as the group walked past the open floor to head for the stairs towards the final floor, the business was legitimate in every respect. There were real clients, real money, and real assets flowing through the grips of this place every day. Real estate agents were busy working on paperwork or dealing with accounting problems, and some were even talking with people intent on finding the perfect place to call home.
It was the perfect front for other activities in every sense, as they did everything by the book and within boundaries and regulations. What money passed through here that came from other means didn't even add up to significant rounding errors ultimately, and the various properties that are owned by the company use legal tactics of shell corporations and LLCs to divert attention away from the Tigers operating on them. It was a legal, criminal empire.
Up the steps led to a hallway ending at two large doors flanked by a receptionist's desk, currently staffed by a well to do lady who was currently focused on establishing schedules for the next quarter for her boss. Upon seeing the group arrived she pressed a buzzer: "Mr. Hashimoto, your guests are here to see you." she announced, and a moment later a loud click was heard on the door that signaled it unlocking.
"Showtime then. After you." Jackie then said as he opened the door and beckoned everyone to enter.
With everyone accounted for in the vicinity, Jackie motioned for everyone involved to follow along as he led them towards one of the several elevators nearby that scurried along the spine of the building towards the other floors. The architecture itself gave the whole place both a feeling of open air as well as a dense hive of activity, merging both concepts together into something that had an aura of familiarity with the office spaces and intimidation through subtle design choices. The elevator itself had a spaciousness inside to accommodate both the Tigers and Jackie as he pressed the button for the top floor and the doors closed. Up to the waist height, the back of the elevator was metallic but the above was glass which allowed a viewing port to observe as they ascended upwards towards their collective destination.
Rows of floors passed by as various businesses, all renting space in the lower floors of the building, went about their daily routines and their workers their assigned tasks for whatever field they happened to be working in. Some were law offices, others were accounting and finance firms, as well as a few other varieties here and there. Jackie remained close to the front of the elevator however, not wishing to observe themselves ascending as he himself had a bit of fright regarding heights. His eyes trained entirely on the door as he ignored the outside world until a ding filled the compartment, signaling their arrival at their destination.
The top two floors were reserved exclusively for the owners of the building, Hashimoto Real Estate, and unlike the various offices down below the spaces here were designed differently. Everything was much more sleek and elegant, and boasted an open office floor plan that removed the need for cubicles and instead allowed "liveliness", as advertised by the company itself regarding its customer relations. On its surface, as the group walked past the open floor to head for the stairs towards the final floor, the business was legitimate in every respect. There were real clients, real money, and real assets flowing through the grips of this place every day. Real estate agents were busy working on paperwork or dealing with accounting problems, and some were even talking with people intent on finding the perfect place to call home.
It was the perfect front for other activities in every sense, as they did everything by the book and within boundaries and regulations. What money passed through here that came from other means didn't even add up to significant rounding errors ultimately, and the various properties that are owned by the company use legal tactics of shell corporations and LLCs to divert attention away from the Tigers operating on them. It was a legal, criminal empire.
Up the steps led to a hallway ending at two large doors flanked by a receptionist's desk, currently staffed by a well to do lady who was currently focused on establishing schedules for the next quarter for her boss. Upon seeing the group arrived she pressed a buzzer: "Mr. Hashimoto, your guests are here to see you." she announced, and a moment later a loud click was heard on the door that signaled it unlocking.
"Showtime then. After you." Jackie then said as he opened the door and beckoned everyone to enter.
RYUTARO HASHIMOTO
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SCENE:
Tigers Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Heist]
LOCATION:
Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Camila, Jennifer, Maria, Ryutaro, Samira, Sylvie
THE HEIST
Ryutaro stood at his stone slab and glass executive table, his hands resting on it as he mused over various large documents and schematics before turning his attention to his arrivals. His Chief Technical Officer, Cal Conners, stood at the table's side and observed the Tigers on entry with an emotionless expression that did not betray any thought. He did however offer Jackie a slight nod, indicating greetings towards the large man. "Glad to see you all here. This matter is... delicate." Ryu stated aloud as the doors closed behind them with a soft thud. "Normally we would have a lot more time to plan something like this but our hand is being forced in this moment. I trust that you all with remain confidential with what we will be discussing here." He motioned for everyone to take a seat and enjoy a glass of whatever spirit or alcohol suited their interest, be it gin, rum, or something else. He then cleared his throat and stood up straight to watch everyone. "How familiar are you all with the Poincare-Scholtz Bank?" he then asked as a general question to start things off.
Ryutaro stood at his stone slab and glass executive table, his hands resting on it as he mused over various large documents and schematics before turning his attention to his arrivals. His Chief Technical Officer, Cal Conners, stood at the table's side and observed the Tigers on entry with an emotionless expression that did not betray any thought. He did however offer Jackie a slight nod, indicating greetings towards the large man. "Glad to see you all here. This matter is... delicate." Ryu stated aloud as the doors closed behind them with a soft thud. "Normally we would have a lot more time to plan something like this but our hand is being forced in this moment. I trust that you all with remain confidential with what we will be discussing here." He motioned for everyone to take a seat and enjoy a glass of whatever spirit or alcohol suited their interest, be it gin, rum, or something else. He then cleared his throat and stood up straight to watch everyone. "How familiar are you all with the Poincare-Scholtz Bank?" he then asked as a general question to start things off.
Interacting: Samira ( Beann ), Camila ( Roda the Red ), Sylvie ( WhiskeyMarten ), Jennifer ( Uasal ), Maria ( Shoya )