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exsiliumlogs2012-04-05 03:33 pm
evilboygoofball) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-04-05 03:33 pm
[open to all] LET'S STEAL CHRISTMAS
Date & Time: 05/04/12 - Midnight
Location: Several different broken into apartments...
Characters: Jack Spicer and YOU!
Summary: Jack is getting desperate for materials, so he's breaking into people's apartments to take anything of value.
Warnings: Possibly violence (HE'S PROBABLY GONNA GET BEATEN UP A WHOLE LOT.....)
[Waiting it out and playing good guy in order to earn enough money to buy resources just didn't sit well with Jack. He'd considered several different methods of gathering the necessary tools but this was the quickest and easiest way he could think of. Once it hit midnight, he left his own living quarters and went off into the night with nothing but his backpack and a burlap sack, stalking the halls of exsilium and blending in quite well with everything, inwardly mocking people who made fun of his outfit. USEFUL NOW ISN'T IT. In any case, he eventually came across a door, tossing a few looks down either side of the hall before a mechanical limb extended from his backpack, a small key shaped object at the end of it, which inserted itself into the lock of his current target. For a few seconds it'd just sort of jiggle around in the lock, before the door clicked open, the limb retracting back into his backpack. He was getting the hang of using this 'sentient weapon' thing, and he was really loving it so far, especially since he discovered it can do things like this. Now that he was in, it was just a case of robbing a few suckers blind and reaping the benefits the next day, or so he thought.]
[ooc: feel free to have potential victims react however you want! Maybe they find him, maybe they're still asleep, anything goes! B)]
Location: Several different broken into apartments...
Characters: Jack Spicer and YOU!
Summary: Jack is getting desperate for materials, so he's breaking into people's apartments to take anything of value.
Warnings: Possibly violence (HE'S PROBABLY GONNA GET BEATEN UP A WHOLE LOT.....)
[Waiting it out and playing good guy in order to earn enough money to buy resources just didn't sit well with Jack. He'd considered several different methods of gathering the necessary tools but this was the quickest and easiest way he could think of. Once it hit midnight, he left his own living quarters and went off into the night with nothing but his backpack and a burlap sack, stalking the halls of exsilium and blending in quite well with everything, inwardly mocking people who made fun of his outfit. USEFUL NOW ISN'T IT. In any case, he eventually came across a door, tossing a few looks down either side of the hall before a mechanical limb extended from his backpack, a small key shaped object at the end of it, which inserted itself into the lock of his current target. For a few seconds it'd just sort of jiggle around in the lock, before the door clicked open, the limb retracting back into his backpack. He was getting the hang of using this 'sentient weapon' thing, and he was really loving it so far, especially since he discovered it can do things like this. Now that he was in, it was just a case of robbing a few suckers blind and reaping the benefits the next day, or so he thought.]
[ooc: feel free to have potential victims react however you want! Maybe they find him, maybe they're still asleep, anything goes! B)]
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[When and if Jack gets his breath back enough to see who it is that just kicked his trash, he'll see a tall man, thin and wiry, who's apparently the same color and texture as the ceiling tile. If he watches for a moment, though, he'll see that color fading as Osprey and his clothing revert usual coloration - stark white skin with a brown stripe across the eyes for Osprey, and a black compression shirt and leggings for the clothing.]
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[Jack coughs once, then springs to his feet, enraged. Well, as enraged as a 15 year old teenage wannabe supervillain can be. Probably not that intimidating.
Puffing out his chest, he jabs at Osprey's chest once and snarls.]
As if I'm going to keep an eye out for some freak who sleeps on the ceiling! That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard of!
Besides, if I had the tech to be building heat detecting...stuff, I wouldn't even need to be stealing all this junk in the first place!
Hmfff.
[Now he's just pouting.]
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[As he talks, Osprey reaches a foot (which if Jack looks closely at, actually looks more like a hand) and picks up the rifle, handing it up to one hand without disturbing the pistol in the other.]
Anyway, why am I giving you tips? People pay me for those, they don't break into my room. Today, I'll be magnanimous and let you leave with nothing more than that punch to remind you to respect other people's space and property. Have a nice night.
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[Jack strides indignantly over to the bedroom door, but stops just beneath the door frame and turns on the spot, gritting his teeth.]
You haven't heard the last of me! Jack spicer NEVER-!!
[He opens his hand and points dramatically, the sack in his hand slipping from his grasp and landing on his foot, which had already been injured by dropping the rifle on it.
Although in pain he clenches his teeth again and lets out a muffled, quiet scream, grabbing the top of the bag with his other hand and limps off hurriedly, out of the apartment.]