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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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[Equius takes in a deep breath and his nostrils flare, turning to face Jack with a wide frown, teeth clenched, and a low growl leaving his mouth.]
Desecrate my unit and enter into my sleeping quarters? You FIEND. I will break every bone in your flabby white vessel for touching you disgusting hands on my belongings.
[Yeah, coming after you again with another swipe of his hand. Let's see how much you can push him Jack, until a blood rage happens. Hello anger issues.]
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In a rather clumsy fashion Jack stumbles out of the way backwards, almost tripping as he does, eventually just hitting right into the wall facing his back out in the hall.
OH GOD THIS IS THE KIND OF THING RAIMUNDO WARNED HIM ABOUT...........]
H-Hey, calm down! You got your stuff back, didn't you!?
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NOW.
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[He's taking that bag though, but as a show of good faith he'll even hold it upside down and empty everything else out of it onto the floor.
There, HAPPY NOW HORSE...JERK...FACE...THING. This is why he's not going to actually try to insult Equius verbally.
Anyway storming off towards the door.]
No need to flip your lid or anything! Geez, you trolls are just...weird.
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[But if it did he wouldn't really care. Kind of way too mad right now.]
[Whoops... aaand another broken door.]
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Cause he totally hid the waffle iron beneath his sleeveless shirt he wears beneath his jacket during all the commotion.
And now he's gone. And he still has it.
SCORE ONE FOR JACK.]
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[Whatever, he got his parts back.]