Debbie Ocean

Roleplay account|You think you know but you have no idea.|My partner in crime is hotter than yours.| Mun is 21+

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Anyone want to roleplay Debbie x Lou?

All I require is that mun is 18+ and decent grammar. Message me if interested :)

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Debbie shook her head at the moniker and handed the blonde her empty glass. “Make it a double.”

“For this job, and the difficulty we’re gonna have to go through I don’t care what nationality they are as long as they can get the job done clean and don’t require a big cut of our money.” Debbie took her now filled glass from the woman taking a sip. “No talk like that, we won’t get caught. If anyone can pull this off we can. Like I said this just calls for a lot of planning. More than the Met Gala.” She hummed at the burn of the whiskey going down her throat, it felt good.

“Call your guys, I’ll get in touch with the girls handle all the traveling and bookings. I think it’d be best if each arrived in Paris at different dates. That way we’re not tagged together in airport footage.” Debbie planned out loud. Planning was like an art form to her, some would call it her OCD… but to her her it was art. Debbie reached for a notepad to jot down her plans. “Ideally whoever we need the most should arrive in Paris the first few days. That being said I’ll be the first then you…and Nine ball so she can work on cracking the security systems. Then Constance so she can learn the area, help us find some scape goats. Rose would need to be there soon to get started on any sort of clothing we’re gonna need to blend in. Daphne to creat a distraction, and then Tammy and Amita on later dates. “ She dotted everything down as she went.

“Am I wrong in my planning here?” She asked as she took a break for a moment to look up at the blonde.

  “Touche.” with sly movements, Lou looked over her shoulder at Debbie and gave a thin grin. She was mysterious in her own eccentric nature. Often, the Aussie kept herself rested in silence, all the while her mind was moving at a fast pace. Figures were worked out, and her plans were always designed before voice. There wasn’t any room for mistake, not in her book, but Lou sought out to make things lightly mixed with some fun. She tried not to take it all too seriously. “Double means trouble.” a snicker vibrated from her tongue while she made their drinks. Mixing the drinks reminded her that she hadn’t made a commitment to the nightclub lately. She knew her girls had the fort under control, but Lou missed the scene, and she knew the missing would only grow heavier if she was going to make a heisting trip with Debbie over time. 

   “Already on it.” Handing Deb her amber colored glass, Lou took a seat beside her. “Please,” a roll of her eyes. “I wouldn’t get us into any trouble. I’m a handful of fun, but I am not stupid.” She reassured with a playful tongue stuck out towards her close friend. “I will have my end of all of this put together. –you’ll see. Have a little faith in me, sweetheart.” Lou teased while bringing her glass to her lips. After taking a sip, she mentally applauded herself for making such a great drink. The strength of the liquor was well mixed in her own delight, so of course, she took another drink. “Your planning is fantastic, as usual. Meticulously structured, the whole gang will be back in action…—but what about the actress….is she going to be a part of this? I’m not sure if I can handle any more of her comments on ‘finding the right lighting.’ what the hell does that even mean?”

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Debbie let out a light chuckle. “I think Daphne is quite charming myself, but yes she will be in this too. We can’t chance pissing her off, she could turn us all in. Who wouldn’t believe America’s sweetheart?” She asked taking a sip of her whiskey.

Debbie smirked “It is well planned isn’t it?” She stepped closer to the Australian. “Oh honey if you wanted to flirt you could do better.” She teased. She loved this playful banter that she always had with Lou. Part of her wanted more but the other part of her was afraid. She’d been burned in past relationship, and although she knew being in a relationship with a woman would be so much different than being with a man, she still had her walls up.

Debbie took a few steps back finishing off her whiskey, she set the glass down. “Lets party tonight, tomorrow we start our project. Get us some vodka and none of that watered down shit.” She winked.

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This wasn’t Debbie’s first run in prison, it was however the first time in the past fifteen years she’d been in this hell hole. There was different blood running the gangs in this place now, people she didn’t know. Which could be perhaps be a good thing and could also be a bad thing.

Debbie held onto her bed roll, and toiletries as the guard led her down the cell block. When the guard stopped she stopped waiting as he directed her to go inside her new home for the next 6 years. She was lucky it was more than that but she had her brother’s smooth talking down pat. She entered her room placing her stuff down on th empty bed before taking a seat. She wondered who’d she had been roomed with. It was then that question was answered when a tall blonde had stepped into the room.

Debbie didn’t bother saying one word, she knew here you didn’t talk unless you were spoken to especially if you were new meat.

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Debbie smirked as she took a sip of her whiskey, a hum escaping her lips as the liquid ran down her throat. “Well mother goose what makes you think we can’t…It’s gonna take a while we’re gonna need to scope out the place but carefully. They’re gonna notice if the same people are coming back often looking at the same exhibits, suspicious behavior.” She took another sip of her whiskey. “We’re gonna need Nine ball to hack into security systems, track how everything is protected.” She hummed “One of us is gonna have to go undercover, I’m trusting you can find someone that can give one of our lovely friends a makeover so they’re unrecognizable. Maybe even a fake set of prints. Because once they realize that the art is gone everything will be dusted printed, face recognition the whole nine yards.”

“This isn’t something that’s gonna happen over night, and I’m not sure when we’ll be ready to pull this job. It’s bigger than anything we’ve ever done. But that’s why I know we can handle it if we take our time this will be the easiest job we’ve ever done. Just a little patience is all it takes.” She took the last sip of her whiskey. “So are you ready to get the team back together?” She smirked.

  Lou lifted the crystal glass closer to her lips. Her senses could pick out the sweet embers of the aged oak whiskey. It was disappearing with one calm sip after the other. Warm caramel flavoring caressed her tongue as she finished her drink. Each sip had been filled with thought. The bullet points were written clear within her mind. Sure, Lou was rational, so obstacles were always taken into consideration–but that’s what made the woman great at what she criminally did. “Easy.” All she replied. She was smart enough to know Debbie would know Lou would have her reservations about this plan. How the australian would decipher it all and pick out the warning signs just so they could clean up the mess. It needed to be crisp and clean, but it was all spoken with a mere glance to Debbie. The brunettes iris’ looked filled with the same coloring of the whiskey she had consumed and something about looking at the other woman was making her want to dive in. “Running empty.” Clearing her throat, the lengthy woman stood up and raised her empty glass to Debbie. “I need to refuel.–can I get you anything, princess?”

  By then, the last vowel of her question had fallen off her tongue. She made herself known to the open kitchen again to refill her drink. “I have a few connections adjacent to France. Outsiders who know the area.–and before you make a comment, –one of them is Russian.” Lou couldn’t help her book was filled with Russian blood, they made great, clean criminals. For a brief moment, Lou stood and watched Debbie on the couch. The woman was calm, collected, and confident in her elegance. Something that Lou had always took notice of, and it often calmed her worries. She trusted Debbie. “Well, hell.” a sigh. “–If I am ever going to go down, might as well go big, yeah?” a small smirk and the woman was walking back to the living space. Lou only made a promise that in the long term planning, they would make sure they got Constance a metro card. Lord only knew they’d never hear the end of it. 

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Debbie shook her head at the moniker and handed the blonde her empty glass. “Make it a double.”

“For this job, and the difficulty we’re gonna have to go through I don’t care what nationality they are as long as they can get the job done clean and don’t require a big cut of our money.” Debbie took her now filled glass from the woman taking a sip. “No talk like that, we won’t get caught. If anyone can pull this off we can. Like I said this just calls for a lot of planning. More than the Met Gala.” She hummed at the burn of the whiskey going down her throat, it felt good.

“Call your guys, I’ll get in touch with the girls handle all the traveling and bookings. I think it’d be best if each arrived in Paris at different dates. That way we’re not tagged together in airport footage.” Debbie planned out loud. Planning was like an art form to her, some would call it her OCD... but to her her it was art. Debbie reached for a notepad to jot down her plans. “Ideally whoever we need the most should arrive in Paris the first few days. That being said I’ll be the first then you...and Nine ball so she can work on cracking the security systems. Then Constance so she can learn the area, help us find some scape goats. Rose would need to be there soon to get started on any sort of clothing we’re gonna need to blend in. Daphne to creat a distraction, and then Tammy and Amita on later dates. “ She dotted everything down as she went.

“Am I wrong in my planning here?” She asked as she took a break for a moment to look up at the blonde.

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Debbie rolled her eyes at the woman’s comment on her glass, she took a sip of her own glass of whiskey. “I have a couple ideas actually, I’ve just got to decide which one I like best….mainly which one has less the risk but the most money.” She tapped her fingers on the glass liquor cabinet. “One of the jobs involves a trip to Paris, of course you know the Louvre Musem.” She cleared her throat “Danny had a few connections in the art market. If we could just figure out how to get in and out without getting caught red handed. This could be our last job.” She smirked at her last statement, she knew there would never be a last job at least until she was too old to be in the game.

She walked over to the couch taking a seat, she leaned back. “So what do you say to a trip to Paris?” She asked. “City of love.” She hummed taking another sip of her whiskey at the thought of Claude. “Tell me Lou, have you ever been in love?” She sat her whiskey glass down once finished with it.

 The Louvre. The way the accented museum title rolled romantically off of Debbie’s tongue made her fingers curl around her glass. “Mmmk.” Lou hummed giving off an unimpressed tone, but she was. The impressive mark was branded with a thrilling danger. The Louvre carried some of the most exquisite, artistic artifacts that changed history. Any con-artist would see impossibility and red flags clouding their sight.  “Not to be mother goose here, but what rational thought process made you decide we could do it clean?” The blond lifted the glass and took a drink of the sinful liquid Debbie had previously poured for her. The whiskey burned it’s path sliding down the woman’s throat. Sure, she was intrigued, but this was always how Debbie got her reeled in. “Last job my ass–,” the Aussie smirked. Lou murmured into her glass before taking another swig. She knew better than to be fooled by the brunette. “Well, hey, –might as well go out with a bang.” 

As she walked back over to her living area, she dismissed her seat beside Debbie and took a seat on the chair across.-the next question posed a brief hesitation in the woman’s breath. A trip to Paris wouldn’t be turned down. It gave the woman some excitement to know Debbie wanted to be worldly, rather than stick themselves in the fish bowl of New York cons. “The roads in the French Country side are breathtaking.” She couldn’t refuse going. Missing a chance to ride through would be out of character. “You’re so irritating.” Shaking her head, Lou fought against the smile that began to spread. “In love?” -she sheepishly hid a smirk, “I’ve never had my heartbroken, and that’s because I don’t put myself in silly situations.” Her tongue twisted the truth and lied with the spoken words. Sure, Lou had been in love, and she had her heartbroken. To admit such a thing to Debbie seemed difficult. Why? She knew why, but some things were just best to keep them to herself. What express her pretty lie was the eyes that lingers to Deb. “I’m the one who does all the heartbreaking, darling.” A cocky tone diffused her embarrassment, and distracted the truth.

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Debbie smirked as she took a sip of her whiskey, a hum escaping her lips as the liquid ran down her throat. “Well mother goose what makes you think we can’t...It’s gonna take a while we’re gonna need to scope out the place but carefully. They’re gonna notice if the same people are coming back often looking at the same exhibits, suspicious behavior.” She took another sip of her whiskey. “We’re gonna need Nine ball to hack into security systems, track how everything is protected.” She hummed “One of us is gonna have to go undercover, I’m trusting you can find someone that can give one of our lovely friends a makeover so they’re unrecongonizable. Maybe even a fake set of prints. Because once they realize that the art is gone everything will be dusted printed, face recoginition the whole nine yards.”

“This isn’t something that’s gonna happen over night, and I’m not sure when we’ll be ready to pull this job. It’s bigger than anything we’ve ever done. But that’s why I know we can handle it if we take our time this will be the easiest job we’ve ever done. Just a little patience is all it takes.” She took the last sip of her whiskey. “So are you ready to get the team back together?” She smirked.

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Debbie glanced up with a huff “This is not what I do all day, but there is a lot of planning that goes in this if we don’t want to get caught.” She bent the corner of the magazine down. “Unless you’d like to go back to selling watered down vodka.” She teased throwing the magazine on the coffee table in front of it. “I’d like a little more comfort in my bank account if that isn’t too much to ask, and well you know when I see a job I know I can run I have to do it. It’s in my blood.” She glanced to the picture of Danny that sat on the end table for moment

She ran her fingers through her brunette locks before she stood stretching, she walked over to the liquor cabinet grabbing two glasses. “Whiskey?” She asked grabbing the bottle of Dalmore unscrewing the top she poured each glass a third of a way full without an answer she handed the glass to Lou. “It’s not like we’re gonna pull another job anytime soon, anyways. We’ve gotta wait till things cool down and I come up with my masterplan for the next.” She took a small sip of the whiskey. “Where did you run off to today?” She asked taking her seat back on the couch.

   Lou found Debbie’s scoff all too pleasing. Her grin began to stretch out even wider along her features. Was it the wrong time? Even as a child, Lou had the habit of mischievously grinning at the wrong times. It usually led her to stand in the corner, what a painful punishment?–but the corner where she stood in her rebellious youth, is when her mind became full of plotted schemes. From stealing bubble gum to now crowned jewels, the con artist tapped her fingertips against Debbie’s shoulder. “Scooch.” Slipping from the woman’s shoulder, the hand waved in the air announcing she wanted to sit beside her company. “Caught smaught, a word that won’t be in our category.” Her words weren’t of reassurance, but more so we better not get caught. There was a firm trust in the blonds eyes as she took a pausing moment to look at Deb before sitting beside her. 

  Some may say Lou was sitting far too close to the other woman. That there was plenty of furniture awaiting to be filled, not to mention the couch had plenty of room, but this was just how the pair were. “Watered down vodka is a smart business move.” She defended. “Jeesh, jail made you greedy.” Eyes rolled, but her lips were playful with a small chuckle. “So,” back to business. “What do your con-artistry hands have in mind? You know I get intrigued.–jail didn’t make you comfortable enough? –and here I thought those orange jumpsuits were comfortable and fashionably affordable.” The sarcasm was apparent. Truth be told, Lou hated the remembering thought of Deb sitting behind bars. She never doubted the woman couldn’t handle her own no matter the circumstances, but caring for someone didn’t allow the idea to rest. 

   “Ooof.–” Lou groaned in a short lived pout as her partner stood up. “I just sat down…” She huffed. The whine was instantly cleared at the mention of whiskey. “I thought you’d never ask.” It was her way of saying, please and thank you. It was an admirable feature about Debbie, how she was so articulate in everything she had conjuring in her mind. Why did she have to let some man fog her mind? What name was Claude anyway?? Lou was mentally gagging. “–oh–” coming out of her own thoughts. “I went to check on some things at the club. Inventory run.” Bluntly, “–but i mostly went out to fetch some food. –why do I find grocery shopping so…awful?–annd now you’re going to ask me why I have no groceries, because traffic is a bust. Frustrated me couldn’t handle it…and now here we are.” A shrug, then a smile, she stood up and walked over to Debbie to claim her glass of whiskey. “Rather full isn’t it?–” It was always an aim to toy with the woman. 

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Debbie rolled her eyes at the woman’s comment on her glass, she took a sip of her own glass of whiskey. “I have a couple ideas actually, I’ve just got to decide which one I like best....mainly which one has less the risk but the most money.” She tapped her fingers on the glass liquor cabinet. “One of the jobs involves a trip to Paris, of course you know the Louvre Musem.” She cleared her throat “Danny had a few connections in the art market. If we could just figure out how to get in and out without getting caught red handed. This could be our last job.” She smirked at her last statement, she knew there would never be a last job at least until she was too old to be in the game.

She walked over to the couch taking a seat, she leaned back. “So what do you say to a trip to Paris?” She asked. “City of love.” She hummed taking another sip of her whiskey at the thought of Claude. “Tell me Lou, have you ever been in love?” She sat her whiskey glass down once finished with it.

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   We’re almost there. -Those words were a threaded lie that parents fed to their children who were growing tired of long road trips. Her eyes could see the sigh rising in the child’s chest just before he puffed an impatient ball of air up to his blond bangs. “Me too, kid. Me tooo.” She muffled her words within her black matted helmet. Each vowel just ricocheted her heated breath back against her chin. Being distracted by the youth in the car beside her wasn’t an issue. Most days it would be typical to be concerned over your eyes leaving the road, but here they all were just stuck in traffic. As people sat in their cars dealing with their finicky children, business gossip on their phones, or pure rage for whatever was jamming the traffic, Lou narrowed her smokey eyes around her and tried to figure a way out. Swiveling her bike left would only take her on a route that would add ten minutes, but by the looks of going the other way it wasn’t getting any better. She needed to dodge out of the traffic not knowing how many sighs of her own before she fogged up her helmet. 

   Left it was. -and even with ten minutes added to her trip home, it was more satisfying to Lou rather to sit stalled in between vehicles. Her patience for people would have grown thin, like ice just awaiting to crack. “Traffic was a complete bust.” Long legs walked through the doors of her loft. She was now puffing air up, and rolling her eyes like the little boy in the car.. It was an open space now for the women of their previous heist, more importantly, Debbie. “Nothing like playing an excruciating game of stop, and go in the new york streets.” Helmet was tossed onto an old vintage chair, as she made her way over to Deb, her  fingers began to peel off her jacket revealing chic armani. “So, uhm, is this what you do all day? Sit and flip through gossip rag magazines to see who you can rob next?” Her dry humor made a small smirk appear within the shape of her lips. Lou had been thankful Debbie had been home, it was just the company she needed to pull her out of her riding frustration. 

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Debbie glanced up with a huff “This is not what I do all day, but there is a lot of planning that goes in this if we don’t want to get caught.” She bent the corner of the magazine down. “Unless you’d like to go back to selling watered down vodka.” She teased throwing the magazine on the coffee table in front of it. “I’d like a little more comfort in my bank account if that isn’t too much to ask, and well you know when I see a job I know I can run I have to do it. It’s in my blood.” She glanced to the picture of Danny that sat on the end table for moment

She ran her fingers through her brunette locks befor she stood stretching, she walked over to the liquor cabinet grabbing two glasses. “Whiskey?” She asked grabbing the bottle of Dalmore unscrewing the top she poured each glass a third of a way full without an answer she handed the glass to Lou. “It’s not like we’re gonna pull another job anytime soon, anyways. We’ve gotta wait till things cool down and I come up with my masterplan for the next.” She took a small sip of the whiskey. “Where did you run off to today?” She asked taking her seat back on the couch.