[open to all] LET'S STEAL CHRISTMAS

[evilboygoofball]

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)]

Comments

[theguideless]

[leaning to peek around Anora, Martin stares as Jack makes his completely dignified escape...and blinks.

that......was.....uhhhhh...]

[woahwoahawkward]

[Alistair just snorts, letting his hand drop from his sword once again.

SEE ANORA, he can sometimes be helpful with things.]

Well, that was ... eventful.

[selfloyalty]

[it certainly...was. they really should get a dog if this place now had petty thieves lurking about.

she doesn't hesitate to close the door, and takes extra care in locking it. she looks at Alistair, then at Martin who looks just as confused as she feels. her face sets into a frown.]

Let's just hope that's the last we have to worry of thieves. Next time you see anyone attempting anything this late at night, you wake either one of us up to handle the situation.

Preferably Alistair.

[because he can at least be physically intimidating when the time calls for it. ...also the last thing she wants is to be shaken awake by Martin.]

Now then, I'll be heading back to bed.

[she brushes pass the two of them to return to her bedroom.]

[theguideless]

[Martin quickly shuffles out of the way before any more touching can be inadvertently had, mumbling:] Yes'm...

[which leaves him standing there staring at Alistair's feet, shooting a wary glance upward after a gulp.]

Umh...[down again.] Sorry.

[woahwoahawkward]

[Alistair just ... raises his eyebrow.]

What is it that you're sorry for, exactly?

[He wouldn't have expected a child to do anything to try and stop a would-be robber, young or not.]

[theguideless]

I don't know, I... [wincing a little, he scratches at his arm.] Guess I should have taken care of things...myself...

[woahwoahawkward]

If this happens again, just -- make sure you make a little more noise. One of us will come down.

[He shrugs.]

I'd rather you not try to put yourself into a situation you can't handle.

[theguideless]

[his mouth opens and closes without a response at first, wanting to protest, but...]

Yes, sir.

[woahwoahawkward]

I'm sure Anora would be the one making me clean the blood out of the carpet, anyway.

[And that's -- not reassuring at all. He doesn't think before he speaks sometimes.]

Er, that is. I don't think either of us would like you to get hurt.

[theguideless]

That's... [backing way, moving to slink back over to the couch.] Not really something to worry about, sir.

[woahwoahawkward]

[Alistair won't crowd the boy. He heads to the kitchen to get some water, since he's awake anyway.

He knows how it is to be shaken up as a young man.]

And why not?

[theguideless]

[huh-?

Martin looks up, blinking. that lapse of time, however small, had closed the conversation to him. it takes a second to realize what he was referring to.]

Oh... [he grimaces a little.] Nothing. I just meant... [that people weren't supposed to really acknowledge him. but that's been...hard to convey to most folks here. he shakes his head, wanting to dismiss it.] I don't know. Nevermind. Sorry.

[woahwoahawkward]

[Well, the last thing he really wants to do to anyone is to force them into telling secrets. Maker knew that he hadn't wanted to come clean about his bastard status.

He nods, though he looks uncomfortable about it, and rubs his neck.]

I'll just -- get back to bed, then.

[theguideless]

Yes, sir. [a little nod.

beat. uh--] Good night, sir.

[woahwoahawkward]

[He should really get used to at least people calling him 'sir', since at home people still call him 'Your Majesty'. It doesn't mean he has to be comfortable, though.]

Good night, Martin.