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Joey Thomason | Serpent | Carpenter | FC: Alex O’Laughlin | CLOSED
"There’s not a whole lot to know about me, I work and do it well. I’ve been involved in a lot schemes and plots such as making war bonds and food coupons things, nothing I’ve been the head of I just dished out things they’ve given me and gotten the cash back in return. I’m not good at thinking up plans, that’s why I got mates who are."
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LA HARBOR || Jacob Van-helsing
The man now towering over him holding the tire iron which brought him down, “This went just swell, but looks like you need some shut-eye, maybe the fishes would enjoy your company.”, the man smirked as he slowly shredded the human ruse, becoming the large scaly chameleon creature it actually hiding away.
As the large creature, it picked up Jacob taking him and then holding him over the ocean,”Well g-man it’s been fun, but I got some biz to take care of, i’m sure i’ll sea you around.” He remarked letting him go, fall into the harbor’s ocean.
He should’ve fought back, should have moved or say something…But his head was still spinning, he was pretty sure the tire iron had caused a huge wound on his head, blood was dripping down his forehead and head…It could have been easier to just leave him there, but the damn freak had to go through the trouble of throwing him into the ocean.
As soon as he had been thrown over, it felt like he was flying…All until he hit the water, and everything went black. What happened next, he wasn’t really sure about. He was pretty sure he was dead by now, but yet he could feel the cold water surrounding every inch of his body when he attempted to move.
Was this how he was gonna pass?…Without letting his sister know what happened to him, drowned in the ocean, frozen to death… Life was an unfortunate thing, wasn’t it?
With Jacob disposed of, the large chameleon creature that is Joey, takes care of his cargo. Lifting the the large crate with much more ease in this form of his,"well i'm sure the boss-man will be happy with how I handled this, though the rental place might be mad for abandoning their car." he inquired to himself, shortly after giving a half shrug. With that, he does as his smaller counter parts do and camouflages himself with the world around him, and absconds into the night with what he came to the harbor for.
LA HARBOR || Jacob Van-helsing
The man silently makes his way to the side, making it seem like he just appeared to the side of Jacobs side, “Oh, well the papers are in the crate my good man, not to give you a bum rap. But why not give it a little more of a look.” he says reaching past him, taking out the tire iron with the carjack. “They must’ve slipped further into the crate, i’m sure you wouldn’t mind giving more of a look.” he remarked, giving him a smile.
He takes a step back, he waits for the moment where Jacob starts looking into the crate again. The second he does, Joey tightens his grip on the tire iron then takes blowing strike to Jacob’s head in the attempt to knock him out
Jacob had all the reasons not to trust this guy, and yet he decided to. In the heat of the moment, he decided to go and look into the crate for the papers. Now after everything, yeah. It was as suspicious as it could get. It was stupid, naive, and yet he did it. Looked into the crate. And the next thing he could feel was something blunt and hard hitting his head with a thud and the life inside his body left him - for a few seconds.
First, he hit the car, then the ground. His head, bumping into everything and nothing as he lost all the control in his body. It had been a pretty forceful swing and it caused him to lay still. It felt like he was dead, like he had been murdered, but….He could still smell, taste, and feel everything that was happening. Could see the fucking bastard leaning over his body, looking, doing whatever he was doing right up there. Wanted to call him a motherfucker, but only came out as small grunts, muffled with pain.
“Ugh…Hhh….D….amn…it…”
The man now towering over him holding the tire iron which brought him down, "This went just swell, but looks like you need some shut-eye, maybe the fishes would enjoy your company.", the man smirked as he slowly shredded the human ruse, becoming the large scaly chameleon creature it actually hiding away.
As the large creature, it picked up Jacob taking him and then holding him over the ocean,"Well g-man it's been fun, but I got some biz to take care of, i'm sure i'll sea you around." He remarked letting him go, fall into the harbor's ocean.
LA HARBOR || Jacob Van-helsing
"Hm yeah, I assure you nothing but legitimate business being going on here boss.", he replies checking, on the blown out tire of his car. "How bout, I pop the trunk for my spare tire an’ crank, and ya can have a lil looksy, I’m sure you’ll find everything to be status quo." He says giving a smile to the man, he reaches into his pocket slowly, as not to reason suspicion, taking out what seems to be his car keys and showing them to the man jingling them at him. He’s being rather cooperative.
And being cooperative in a situation like this was the best way to go with out. “Good,” He smirked in return as the car keys was placed in his hands. “I’ll look around and let you know if I need anything…Stay around, alright?”
He better not pull up with anything suspicious shit or he was a toasted lizard. Jacob made sure to give him a few determined, judging looks before finally turning to look at the trunk. Everything looked on order, then again…There was a massive crate, hauled into the car looking awfully shady. He turned the lid up, revealing more of those Tommy Guns. While it wasn’t purely illegal to bring guns into the city since people did actually sell these in an ordinary store, he still needed to see the papers of where each and every piece were going. That if, these had actually been brought in here legally and not through a non reported shipment.
"I’m going to have to see the papers for these lil’ goodies if you want to continue safely tonight, Sir."
The man silently makes his way to the side, making it seem like he just appeared to the side of Jacobs side, "Oh, well the papers are in the crate my good man, not to give you a bum rap. But why not give it a little more of a look." he says reaching past him, taking out the tire iron with the carjack. "They must've slipped further into the crate, i'm sure you wouldn't mind giving more of a look." he remarked, giving him a smile.
He takes a step back, he waits for the moment where Jacob starts looking into the crate again. The second he does, Joey tightens his grip on the tire iron then takes blowing strike to Jacob's head in the attempt to knock him out
LA HARBOR || Jacob Van-helsing
He glared at him for a moment muttering his name for a moment as if trying to figure out what that meant, slowly coming to the realization he’s heard the the name before, for a brief moment his eyes widen then he quickly changes to a slightly forced smile followed by him relaxing his posture, no longer aiming at Jacob but still holding the gun he remarks, “Hey g-man there’s no need for this to get messy. Sorry about this whole gun thing heh, lot of hooligans around these parts gotta take care of my investment you know.” Taking a step back, “We’re all friends here right, what can I do for you this fine day officer.”
A sudden change of mind. “Alright, Lad. We can all have a bit of an misunderstanding sometimes, don’t we?”
What an idiot. But, well. At least the guy had somewhat sense in his little tiny skull. With an arrogant smirk, the young man stepped ahead, assorting his badge to the side and the revolver into the holster. Clapping it gently twice, he turned his gaze his way once more. “I’d like to see what you got in your little car, Lad. Got some bad stuff happening around this area, illegal smuggling and what not. Wouldn’t want to see an honest man like yourself get in trouble now, would we? So just a little check. No problem, no issues.” Trying to reassure him, he began circulating the car and letting his guard down. Then he stopped, tapping the tire.
"Looks like the air got out of this one…You should check it up." Then he continued.
"Hm yeah, I assure you nothing but legitimate business being going on here boss.", he replies checking, on the blown out tire of his car. "How bout, I pop the trunk for my spare tire an' crank, and ya can have a lil looksy, I'm sure you'll find everything to be status quo." He says giving a smile to the man, he reaches into his pocket slowly, as not to reason suspicion, taking out what seems to be his car keys and showing them to the man jingling them at him. He's being rather cooperative.
LA HARBOR || Jacob Van-helsing
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Well, Shit.
Of course he knew that they would notice someone was there, but did they know exactly who he was? The lizard was quick, he’d give him that. The time he gave him was enough to pull up his badge and revolver, the only thing that he could need in a situation like this. His other abilities were always at hand anyway. Scooped himself up from the ground only to be faced with a Tommy Gun being pointed his direction, and there he was. The lackey, the little henchman glaring directly at him like he had done something that was bad for business.
"Oh? You mean me?" He mockingly replied.
"Listen up, Jackass." Badge up. "I’m Jacob Van Helsing, from the Helsing Foundation. I’ve been getting orders that some foul play have been going on tonight and by the looks of it; you’re guilty alright. I’m placing you under arrest." Just one hand had been raised, as the other one was fingering upon the trigger of the revolver. If he could shoot; good. If he could avoid shooting; even better.
"So do you want to do this the complicated way or just follow along, Lizard boy?"
He glared at him for a moment muttering his name for a moment as if trying to figure out what that meant, slowly coming to the realization he's heard the the name before, for a brief moment his eyes widen then he quickly changes to a slightly forced smile followed by him relaxing his posture, no longer aiming at Jacob but still holding the gun he remarks, "Hey g-man there's no need for this to get messy. Sorry about this whole gun thing heh, lot of hooligans around these parts gotta take care of my investment you know." Taking a step back, "We're all friends here right, what can I do for you this fine day officer."
LA HARBOR || Jacob Van-helsing
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God, how he hated sitting still. Sitting still and waiting, It wasn’t just his cup of tea. Speaking of cups, and tea…No god, not tea. Coffee. He was about to fall asleep before anything actually began happen in the little Harbor area. Cars started to run at 2 am, people whispering, talking to each other. Lights were turned with discreet motions, enough to lit the criminality that was taking place right before his eyes. A fire in his finger was enough to provide a little light for himself into the right direction.
What was really going on down there?
The Helsing family had received a few anonymous calls from a tipper, someone was gonna ship in illegal weapons to the L.A. Harbor to Galloway’s little gang. Unlucky them, they knew exactly where it was gonna take place and when. Montello, you slug little bitch. Putting your enemy on the line, to make them look bad… He’d deal with her later on. But to his surprise, the werewolf never showed up. A few of the snake people types happened to be on spot instead, oh my, oh my. He’d dealt with them before, slimy little bastards.
They preferred the heat in contrary to the other freaks among town, and it was certainly not his case to take. But he had been sent out on this case anyway, and he was ready to go. It was easy to sneak by without being spotted. Even though he preferred having a nice entrance, introduction on his side, there was something he had to do first. Locate the vehicle, disable it. Was it enough to make it all blow up…?
No, not discreet enough. Had to destroy the tires, then it would be all good. There was a certain pressure in tires, right? Good. As soon as he was close enough, he focused his power to push the heat into the front tires of the car. As soon as the warmth became unbearable for the rubber tires, they exploded. Noise echoing through the air.
Those lizards weren’t getting out of this harbor as free men tonight.
The sound blasting through the air causes the ship hands to drop the crate and skedaddle, they were having no part of this. "Get back you here you yellow bellies." He barked at them,"Dang nabbit, it was going so smoothly too..." turning his attention to his vehicle. He pops open the top of the crate, pulls out one of the Tommy guns, snaps on the cartridge, and approaches the car with it held at the ready. "Alright you rat bastard!" he exclaimed, "Come out, you've made your presence known,show your ugly mug." He started making his way around the car, looking for someone and eyeing his tires. The side he started with was clean, which could only mean whoever had done this was on the other. He came around the car slowly to find the man responsible for this, getting a look at the man, "Put'em up Flatfoot", he ordered.
LA HARBOR || Jacob Van-helsing
Down at L.A.'s harbor, a meeting of suspicious looking fellows is occurring, could only mean bad business. There are some ship hands taking down a mysterious crate, alongside a man known as Joey Thomason, also known in the underbelly of the city as "The Thompson". While not too much is known about the man other than choice of firearms, he seems to be in the makes of some kind of dealing with these ship hands. Nothing much is being said between them, the ship hands gesture for payment but The Thompson seems to demand to open up the crate.
Opening up the crate as to inspect the cargo; he reveals that inside is weaponry, to be more exact they are Thompson submachine Guns aka Tommy guns. Not much of a surprise, but that's a lot of heavy firearms for one man. They don't spend any time flapping their lips, a simple nod and exchange of what seemed to be their payment for the crate. They load the crate into The Thompson's personal vehicle.
A needle in a haystack || Joey Thomason
Jack wandered back and fort inside his office, curtains closed, papers scattered all over the desk and floor. Sleep hadn’t soothed him this night either and he was running out of time. He walked over to the wall calendar and looked at it again, inspecting it like it was a mortal enemy. Two days until full moon. Two days. It wasn’t enough time, far from it, and he still had much to prepare before he was ready to take on the transformation. He sighed and sat down in his brown leather chair. "Thomason!" he yelled, rubbing his temples with his index fingers. Where was that lousy chameleon?
He closed his eyes. The panic room was all done and the rest of the pack was informed about the coming event. Still, Jack was more worried about the full moon than he had ever been. For nearly 700 years he had lived with this curse, and yet he wasn’t used to it happening. He needed more time, he needed freedom. But most of all, he needed to keep track of that pale she-devil while he was locked away, biting his own skin to bloody shreds. He got up from the chair and slammed his fist against the wooden desk. "Thomason, you worthless reptile! Come here already before I make you into chameleon stew!"
The man walks into the office, taking off his hat as he enters the door frame and holding it close to his chest, greeting Mr. Galloway with, " Hey there boss, I heard ya... uh calling for me heh." The man stated, with a nervous smile, bringing his other hand to the back of his neck scratching the patchy part of his neck, not quite making eye contact with Mr. Galloway. Clearly edgy from being called in such harsh rushed manner. "Uh, Sorry about the wait." He says after getting a load of his disposition being not in the mood for small talk.
