Post by Nasakeshira on Apr 20, 2013 13:31:55 GMT -5
Hannibal's first move was to stash his bear mask in a safe place. He planned to go into the casino disguised. Although Hannibal acted dumb and seemed like a classic comical idiot, he was actually quite smart. You know living in a house with too many brothers and too many sisters and too many cousins, you simply learn to hide your things in more unique ways than others. Hannibal dropped down from the struts that held the neon sign in place, and took a step back to inspect his work. Behind the "Cats Eye, XXX Have a Good Time " sign, the bag which contained his head was almost nowhere in sight. Looking at the sign, he wondered what type of business could possibly be ran in this run down looking place. Running his hand through his combed hair he made sure that he was looking good, tucking on his collar he spoke to himself, "like 'Aunt Caroline always said, where are your Sunday clothes? We're about to go to the casino.'" Smiling he checked himself out in the glass of a shop. Sporting a light yellow polo T-shirt under a nice black jacket with a red and brown plaid pattern collar he made his way in a random direction. Stopping for a second, he turned around and walked in the other direction, "I think it was this way."
After what seemed like a few short minutes of wandering about, he finally found the casino where the heist would take place. A man at the entrance greeted him, "welcome to the Blue Moon." Strolling in with confidence, Hannibal traded in some of the cash he stole from the already broke Maelstrom Pirates for chips. Surveying the room he sat down at the first table which caught his attention. There was one fellow who stood out, he was a sharp dressed, white haired man that had a weird tattoo on his face. He was very familiar... very familiar.
After what seemed like a few short minutes of wandering about, he finally found the casino where the heist would take place. A man at the entrance greeted him, "welcome to the Blue Moon." Strolling in with confidence, Hannibal traded in some of the cash he stole from the already broke Maelstrom Pirates for chips. Surveying the room he sat down at the first table which caught his attention. There was one fellow who stood out, he was a sharp dressed, white haired man that had a weird tattoo on his face. He was very familiar... very familiar.