Laverna
Goddess of thieves
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Ferret
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Bonnie Parker
Bon park
This tragic tale is a story of Vile’s Bonnie and Clyde.
A couple of bandits who thought they could steal the world—a girl who isn't afraid of dying and a boy who’s always by her side.
The roles are reversed, but it's the familiarity of Bonnie and Clyde. A couple of criminals and their glamorized crime spree across the united states of America. This story is not for the weak-minded, as real true life crimes of Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow inspire this.
June 9th, 2023: 6:34 am
Laverna smiled as she watched Devlin sleeping on the king-sized hotel bed. They were in Las Vegas, Nevada. Her long hair was dangling over her face as she watched him. The two troublemakers were on summer vacation.
Their fake IDs sat on their nightstand under the aliases of Bon Park and Chestnut Burrows—a newlywed couple spending their honeymoon in the city of sin.
Yesterday, they spent all day at the mob museum, a highly educational experience for the pair. Laverna had a habit of checking out any museums on the topic of crime, prisons, spies, and death. Devlin found quite a few of the displays on chemical warfare fascinating, as his medium is mad science. He’s the type of guy who should be working with the OSS, CIA, and FBI on how to tranquilize their targets without barbaric measures,
Laverna kisses Devlin's cheek. His unshaven stubble rubbed against her soft skin.
“Wake up, chestnut,” she commanded before playfully nibbling on his ear.
He laughed as this brought him out of his deep slumber. “Good morning, Bon Bon.” He answered as his eyes opened in the sun-filled room. He yawned as he rolled over with a bad idea in mind.
He pinned Laverna to the bed. Her tiny wrists perfectly fit in his moderately sized hands
He held her hands above her head as he observed her beauty.
“It’s time for your medication. Then we can get breakfast. Do you want room service or to go eat out?” He explained as he eagerly watched Laverna’s smug reaction to being restrained first thing in the morning.
“I hate my medication. Let’s go out today,” The dark-minded thief sarcastically answered as Devlin climbed out of bed to fetch the medical bag.
After a few hours and one pesky injection later;
Laverna and Devlin were exploring the city. Hand in hand, they walked as they eagerly eavesdropped on every conversation.
“Al Capone’s bulletproof car was so cool.” A man excitedly said to his wife
“It’s a shame, Bonnie and Clyde’s car didn't have a chance..” Replied the wife as they hurried down the street.
Laverna’s eyes lit up as she overheard the names of Bonnie and Clyde. She was working on her collection of stolen goods, and the death car would be the most treasured piece in her wicked little collection of death and torture devices throughout history.
Devin Crooks watched Laverna’s eyes light up with hellish delight. This facial expression doesn't scare him at all. “I know that look. You found a sweet treat you won't leave without.” whispered devlin into Laverna’s ear.
They spent the next few hours hunting down that piece of American history. Finally, they found it was not in the casino, that it was listed when they searched online. It was on another casino floor; Laverna imagined her car called black magic locked up on display in a casino if she died. Her name goes down in history. The concept of casinos owning infamous late criminals’ cars confused Laverna. Was her mother’s car on display in a museum? Laverna shook that messed-up idea out of her head. She wasn’t a Saylor anymore; she was a Heist, A subdivision of the sandiego legacy.
Laverna tilted her head sideways; She imagined the pain of being shot by a firing squad. Her body shivered as she bit her red-painted lip. Another part of her mind was formulating a plan to take this car home. It had no engine; It looked like something you bought off a police department auction lot. Now, she thought about it; The poor thing was bought from the police in Louisiana and it could certainly use a loving touch.
Devlin found himself observing a blue western shirt; The shirt was ripped up; as the last person to wear it was Clyde Barrow. Devlin noticed the shirt size was the same as the one on his back. Devlin looked down at his button-up shirt; it was surreal. It was the same color as Clyde's last taste in fashion.
His hands tugged down at the hem of the woven fabric as he faced deja vu. A feeling of nausea filled his stomach as the implications were evident. He wouldn't admit it to Laverna; his gut screamed not to steal that car.
Unlike Laverna, He didn't believe in ghosts, sixth sense, and fortune telling. Yet, he promised to start thinking about it; If history repeats itself.
Laverna felt the opposite; She felt this was an outrage, despicable and horrorific to make a cheesy tourist attraction out of the short lives.
She wanted to make the world pay for its crimes against the young lovers. She stomped her right foot angrily.
She would bring the legend of Bonnie and Clyde back to life.
She wanted to paint these states red as her plan was finalized.
Yet, stealing a car like this in a busy casino will not be an accessible fleet
A couple of bandits who thought they could steal the world—a girl who isn't afraid of dying and a boy who’s always by her side.
The roles are reversed, but it's the familiarity of Bonnie and Clyde. A couple of criminals and their glamorized crime spree across the united states of America. This story is not for the weak-minded, as real true life crimes of Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow inspire this.
June 9th, 2023: 6:34 am
Laverna smiled as she watched Devlin sleeping on the king-sized hotel bed. They were in Las Vegas, Nevada. Her long hair was dangling over her face as she watched him. The two troublemakers were on summer vacation.
Their fake IDs sat on their nightstand under the aliases of Bon Park and Chestnut Burrows—a newlywed couple spending their honeymoon in the city of sin.
Yesterday, they spent all day at the mob museum, a highly educational experience for the pair. Laverna had a habit of checking out any museums on the topic of crime, prisons, spies, and death. Devlin found quite a few of the displays on chemical warfare fascinating, as his medium is mad science. He’s the type of guy who should be working with the OSS, CIA, and FBI on how to tranquilize their targets without barbaric measures,
Laverna kisses Devlin's cheek. His unshaven stubble rubbed against her soft skin.
“Wake up, chestnut,” she commanded before playfully nibbling on his ear.
He laughed as this brought him out of his deep slumber. “Good morning, Bon Bon.” He answered as his eyes opened in the sun-filled room. He yawned as he rolled over with a bad idea in mind.
He pinned Laverna to the bed. Her tiny wrists perfectly fit in his moderately sized hands
He held her hands above her head as he observed her beauty.
“It’s time for your medication. Then we can get breakfast. Do you want room service or to go eat out?” He explained as he eagerly watched Laverna’s smug reaction to being restrained first thing in the morning.
“I hate my medication. Let’s go out today,” The dark-minded thief sarcastically answered as Devlin climbed out of bed to fetch the medical bag.
After a few hours and one pesky injection later;
Laverna and Devlin were exploring the city. Hand in hand, they walked as they eagerly eavesdropped on every conversation.
“Al Capone’s bulletproof car was so cool.” A man excitedly said to his wife
“It’s a shame, Bonnie and Clyde’s car didn't have a chance..” Replied the wife as they hurried down the street.
Laverna’s eyes lit up as she overheard the names of Bonnie and Clyde. She was working on her collection of stolen goods, and the death car would be the most treasured piece in her wicked little collection of death and torture devices throughout history.
Devin Crooks watched Laverna’s eyes light up with hellish delight. This facial expression doesn't scare him at all. “I know that look. You found a sweet treat you won't leave without.” whispered devlin into Laverna’s ear.
They spent the next few hours hunting down that piece of American history. Finally, they found it was not in the casino, that it was listed when they searched online. It was on another casino floor; Laverna imagined her car called black magic locked up on display in a casino if she died. Her name goes down in history. The concept of casinos owning infamous late criminals’ cars confused Laverna. Was her mother’s car on display in a museum? Laverna shook that messed-up idea out of her head. She wasn’t a Saylor anymore; she was a Heist, A subdivision of the sandiego legacy.
Laverna tilted her head sideways; She imagined the pain of being shot by a firing squad. Her body shivered as she bit her red-painted lip. Another part of her mind was formulating a plan to take this car home. It had no engine; It looked like something you bought off a police department auction lot. Now, she thought about it; The poor thing was bought from the police in Louisiana and it could certainly use a loving touch.
Devlin found himself observing a blue western shirt; The shirt was ripped up; as the last person to wear it was Clyde Barrow. Devlin noticed the shirt size was the same as the one on his back. Devlin looked down at his button-up shirt; it was surreal. It was the same color as Clyde's last taste in fashion.
His hands tugged down at the hem of the woven fabric as he faced deja vu. A feeling of nausea filled his stomach as the implications were evident. He wouldn't admit it to Laverna; his gut screamed not to steal that car.
Unlike Laverna, He didn't believe in ghosts, sixth sense, and fortune telling. Yet, he promised to start thinking about it; If history repeats itself.
Laverna felt the opposite; She felt this was an outrage, despicable and horrorific to make a cheesy tourist attraction out of the short lives.
She wanted to make the world pay for its crimes against the young lovers. She stomped her right foot angrily.
She would bring the legend of Bonnie and Clyde back to life.
She wanted to paint these states red as her plan was finalized.
Yet, stealing a car like this in a busy casino will not be an accessible fleet
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