Robbery In Progress (Open)

[Roman Hellion]

Thugs were always a problem around the city when it got late. Desperate thugs were an even bigger problem in broad daylight when you were in a place full of people and most likely not full of cash. The sushi place was a place Roman had decided to try out since he liked all kinds of foods, and while he was used to Korean food from the restaurant and home, it was nice to try something else for a change. Sure it wasn't a drastic change, but the Sushi place had a cool bar you could sit at, even if you were underage.

Roman had gotten a special which had an all you can eat special for a certain amount of time, and began to eat in peace. The food was good, but there weren't many cute girls here aside from a waitress or two filling people's drinks. So for the most part he kept to himself and gave one waitress in particular a few glances. And just as it seemed she was going to come over and talk to him, a man stopped her, asking for her help....

"Hey miss!" The guy said, grabbing her forearm. This made Roman's eyes sharpen, trying to get in every detail of the situation.

"Just a minute sir, could you please let me g--"

"How about," The guy pulled a gun out, pointing it at the girls side, "Instead you just lead me to the register, empty it for me! Or maybe I could just kill you and ask one of the other workers?"

"P-p-please... ju-just give me a second... it's over there! I can... I can take you to it...."

"Idiot..." Roman said, thinking about just how fast they could call the cops after this guy left with an accurate description of him. How fast he would be caught, and persecuted to the full extent of the law. The guy was robbing a place in the middle of the day for crying out loud, for the Saturday lunch rush of all times.

"Did you say somethin' twerp?" The guy asked, pushing the girl away and approaching Roman. Roman stood up to face the guy, and the guy raised the gun to aim it straight up at Roman's throat, pressing against it much like someone would with a knife if they were threatening someone. Roman didn't move, frozen in fear trying to decide what to do..... "I said, did you SAY somethin?!"

[Tash]

Tash had decided to try something new today. Break the mold, buck the system. All that jazz. Being quite Italian, sushi had never been her thing but she decided to muscle past the wariness that the idea of raw fish conjured and try it. Could be good, right?

So she wasn't too adventurous, she admitted. She'd only ordered the California rolls so far. But that was better than nothing, right? She was still at a sushi bar, sitting on one of the high stools next to a kind of quiet young kid. That was okay. She wasn't overly conversational herself. Sushi was Japanese, that meant zen, so this was going to be a benefit to her spiritual health right? Balance was always a good thing.

As she bit into one of the sushi on her plate, her ears detected what sounded like an angry customer. She caught sight of the guy, a kind of sketchy looking figure, harassing one of the waitresses. Poor thing, she thought. This is why I work at a tea house. You don't get fuckers like that in tea houses. Then the guy pulled a gun on the waitress and Tash lost interest in the sushi. Very angry customer? Wtf? Unlike most people in the restaurant, Tash didn't panic. Her father was a Marine: this girl knew her way around guns. Dear old dad had been training her to handle anything that fired a bullet since she'd hit the double digits. It had been a cool thing to know and she'd taken to it like a fish to water, so she didn't really care that he was teaching her something that had no practical application. At least until now it hadn't had any practical application.


"Idiot..."

The kid next to her mumbled and she suddenly found the barrel of the pistol swinging around in his direction, the attacker's arm stiff out in front of her face. Guess there were pros to keeping quiet. No one really noticed her there. Her throat was sticky and she swallowed, concentrating on keeping her breathing calm. Every muscle in her body quivered. Before it hadn't been her business, but now there was a gun in the picture. Very close and in the picture. And it was suddenly very much her business.

"Did you say somethin' twerp?"

The young boy stood. Jesus, kid, present him with an even easier target why don't you?! Tash thought. But the gun was leveled at his throat and aimed through his neck at the side of her head, albeit one person away. This couldn't wait any longer. The guy was too desperate and the kid, however brave he was, was too green. Guns she knew: this was something she knew how to handle so well it was ingrained in her muscle memory.

She jumps down from the stool and her foot flashes out snagging the young guy's feet and attempting to flip them out from under him. It would probably work, considering the fact that he was paying attention to the gun trained on his throat and not the girl with the green eyes whom he didn't know. If it worked, he'd be flat on his back and the gun would be pointing straight at her temples. Which was, oddly enough, exactly what she wanted.

If that went according to plan she'd snap her head straight back and out of the line of fire, simultaneously whipping up a hand and grabbing the barrel of the gun, jerking it straightforward and in the opposite direction of her head. It would now be pointing harmlessly at the wall behind the bar. Relying on leverage rather than strength, because Tash may be a sturdy girl but she's no heavyweight, she would twist the gun out of his grasp and send a palm smashing into his face in an attempt to break the nose. Even if she didn't shatter anything it would be distracting and a little painful. And ultimately, she would have the gun, which she knew, probably much better than this fool, how to use.

[Roman Hellion]

Roman found his feet fly out from underneath him, and as he fell he noticed a girl with some of the strangest hair he had ever seen... had she been there this entire time? He really wasn't paying much attention to her, at least until just now when she introduced him to gravity. The gun still there, Roman was determined to disarm this man without anyone coming into harm, of course the girl seemed to have the same goal. As Roman connected with ground he watched her dodge a bullet, her head shot back, and the gun went off, firing at wall. She managed to subdue this guy by slamming a palm in his face after disarming him.

The guy was only distracted, and Roman had his own beef with him, so he quickly got up and shot forward at the guy, reaching out and grabbing his shoulders he pulled him into a knee slam, hitting the guy hard in the chest, the guy was pushed back further as Roman backed up next to the girl who he did not know. He looked over to her and then the gun which she was now in possession of. He nodded at the gun and then toward the guy hoping she would point the gun at him. After all, they had the thing... might as well use it.

One of the cooks raised his head up from behind the bar, most of the people having ducked down after the shot fired off, "Holy hell you two......"

Roman grinned at the guy and said to Tash, "I'm Roman." He didn't like saying much, so that's pretty much where he left it at.

[Tash]

She didn't take her eyes off the downed man for a second. Just because she had the gun didn't mean he wasn't going to try and get it back. Roman...interesting name She thought vaguely before her practical nature jerked her mind back to the pistol in her hands. This was not the way she wanted to be when the cops showed up. This situation would be better if there was no gun at all, she thought, her hands moving quickly out of sheer muscle memory as she dismantled the weapon and dumped the handful of bullets over the counter and down the sink. Sorry Mr. Garbage Disposal.

The pieces of the gun in her hand, she turned her luminous green gaze on Roman. A small smile tugs at one corner of her mouth.


"Tash. Short for Natasha."