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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2013 4:11:06 GMT
Dominick usually didn't fly solo unless he absolutely had to. Sadly, this was one of those times, when he didn't have an unfortunate soul to fall back on in case he made one of those rare mistakes. He made sure not to make them often, but every once in a while he'd trip up somewhere, and suddenly the untraceable became traced - luckily he was able to throw them off with enough money.
That didn't stop him from suiting up, however, in form-fitting black and slipping into yet another gated community. People were simply too rich for their own good, and that usually left him with the ability to slip in undetected, take a valuable object or two, and resell it to someone who probably needed it as less as the last. A never-ending cycle, but Dominick sure did make a lot of money off of it. And he gained plenty of extra pocket change to put in his wallet. It was nice to have, at least.
Pulling himself over a fence, Dominick was officially on someone else's property, and after squatting in front of a locked door he was eventually within the breaking and entering realm. |
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Post by LIONEL RHODES on Aug 19, 2013 6:40:52 GMT
DRINKING CHAMPAGNE MADE BY THE ANGELS The young man’s nights were often occupied with grandiose thefts from the museums under the cover of night and beneath a pure white mask. A few were spent on petty robberies, lacking all the thrill of the others despite his preferred target being the rich. Only they had the coveted valuables he bothered to lift. Anything else wasn’t worth the energy or the risks, even if it were one of those rare times he took on a partner. Then there were the rare nights he spent at home.
It happened to be one of those rare nights when he had nothing else to do but lounge on the couch and watch movies. He licked the salt from his butter stained fingers, eyeing the bowl of popcorn he had just set down on the coffee table. Popcorn was the perfect movie snack, but the problem with popcorn was no one could just have a handful. The warm, buttery kernels were as irresistible as the forbidden apples in the Garden of Eden. Lionel couldn’t stop once he started.
A bottle of champagne in the center of the table was calling his name too. He had a figure to keep though. The thief was active enough that it one night of over indulgence wouldn’t have many consequences. Lionel was just about to cave and go in for another handful of popcorn—maybe another glass of champagne—when he heard a lock click open. His brow furrowed, eyes squinting in the dark. No one else had the key to his place. Who could that be? Lionel stood up and made for the door.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2013 4:16:05 GMT
Pushing the door open, Dominick realized just how big of a fuck up he made. He didn't scout the house before entering, instead acting purely upon an impulse to walk through a house and pocket anything that looked particularly valuable. He didn't think of the complications that could have arose by not simply walking about the perimeter and seeing if there were any lights on. Of course, there wasn't going back once the lock was picked, at that point his fate was sealed and it was down to whether he was lucky enough to either make it out before the person inside noticed or if anyone was inside at all.
That didn't seemed to be the case when he heard footsteps, muttering a near-silent oh shit before ducking behind the nearest tall object - the fridge. He realized just how screwed he was when he noticed that the entrance to the rest of the house was practically on the other side of the room.
Dominick prayed that the other figure didn't realize he was here, and that he would return to his other activity before drastic measures had to be taken. Just to be safe, Dominick took out the flip knife from his pocket, pressing against the fridge. |
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Post by LIONEL RHODES on Aug 22, 2013 2:17:47 GMT
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The house was nearly engulfed in darkness save for the bluish glow of the TV. Lionel was beginning to think it was a bad idea to watch movies with the lights out. He was a grown man so he didn’t think there would be anything to fear, even living on his own. But the sound of his back door creaking open and shutting put him on edge. Wiping his hands on his pants, he eyed the darkened kitchen for movement before creeping forward. Something moved in the kitchen.
His hand flew up against the wall, feeling blindly for the switch the moment he crossed the threshold of the door way. Someone was there. It might have been smarter to simply call the police. Most people would have called instantly. But, most people weren’t a thief. His house hide several stolen items from past heists, things he couldn’t make himself part with for one reason or another. A curious police offer could stumble on one and put two and two together. His career would be over then.
Lionel found the light switch and flicked it on with a soft click. “Whose there?” He called out. Whoever he saw moving around in the kitchen had either hidden themself or fled back from where they came. The thief wouldn’t assume the latter until he thoroughly checked the kitchen. He looked around for something to protect himself in case the intruder was still somewhere in the room. Lionel was sure they were. “Come out and I won’t call the cops.” He wasn’t calling the cops anyways.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2013 17:59:42 GMT
The man whom was supposed to be the victim in this particular heist walked into the room, and Dominick could have sworn that he sounded more familiar than most people he'd stolen from. Maybe he hit the same house twice or something - or the very slim possibility that Dominick stumbled upon someone he knew but he dismissed it. There was no way he knew the person who probably wasn't going to call the cops, the man who Dominick definitely knew but was too set on believing he didn't. Shallow breaths, he pressed himself closer to the fridge, the lights suddenly turning on only confirming the thought that he was screwed.
Lionel promised - or was it a threat? - that he wouldn't call the cops, but Dominick refused to move. He would have said the same thing if someone were to steal from him, and then he'd find the thief and dispose of the nuisance personally. Somehow, he had a feeling that the person who seemed to quiet down would do the same thing if he didn't call the cops. Then again, who in their right mind wouldn't call the cops anyway?
His grip on the knife tightened, as he wondered just how far away the other was to him, and how much force it would take to ensure that he wasn't going to get in trouble later. Dominick bit down on his lower lip as he waited for the other to speak up once again - or leave the room in general.
Then impulse kicked him in the gut and he came out from behind the fridge, hoping to pin Lionel against the nearest wall. Or wall-like object. His knife would be pressed against Lionel's collar, assuming the prior steps taken worked at all.
If everything failed like it sometimes did, the Dominick would probably make a run for it. |
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Post by LIONEL RHODES on Sept 9, 2013 16:16:50 GMT
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Lionel moved cautiously through the stretch of kitchen between him and a potential hiding place for the intruder. He had taken the chance to grab a wooden spoon off the counter along the way, not risking opening drawers and making noise enough to aggravate whoever else was in the house with him. "I know your there." His intuition told him so. Of course, Lionel wanted it to be wrong. It wasn't.
No sooner had he close the distance had he been pinned at knife point by none other than his occasional partner in crime, Dominick. Emboldened by the realization, he reached to grab the other man's forearm with greasy fingers. "Lower the knife Dom. Its me, Lionel. We work together sometimes." Being held at knife point was more stressful than he thought. A familiar face didn't make it much better.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2013 2:57:50 GMT
Of course he knew he was there. Dominick had made the mistake of being a bit too loud - apparently - when he walked on in to the house. Though, he wasn't sure whether the smart move would be to answer like he felt the urge to. It would have been funny, though. Then again, Dominick didn't do funny.
And then he was met with a familiar face. Shit.
It had only occurred to Dominick that he was standing frozen, knife still pressed up against Lionel when he felt a greasy hand against his arm. Reluctantly, Dominick relaxed, lowering the knife and closing it before shoving it in his pocket. "I- I'm sorry, Lionel." Really, he was pretty sure sorry wasn't going to cut it, considering the fact that he was breaking and entering in someone else's house. That someone else being someone he almost considered a friend, if he had friends.
"I had no idea this was even your house, and- Well you have a nice house?" Maybe some awkward small talk would help him get his way out. |
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Post by LIONEL RHODES on Sept 28, 2013 23:47:00 GMT
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Tension crackled in the air, louder over the background sound of the TV in the other room, but recognition sparked between them and the knife was lowered from his throat. He was spared a slit throat from an almost friend. "Well, I am glad it was you and not someone else or I'd be bleeding out on the kitchen floor." Lionel chuckled. "No harm done man." He wiped his buttery hands on his pants before patting his acquaintance on the back.
"We have to make our days bread, right?" The thief had relaxed considerable without the glinting blade at his neck. "Thanks. Want a tour?" But now that the tension was gone, he realized he was with a friend - if they could be called that - and he liked the idea of a movie night with someone else. He heard something about them being better with company. "Since you're here, how about you join me for a movie?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2013 23:55:27 GMT
He gave something of a forced laugh, but it was something that often was heard from Dominick in place of a real laugh. He didn't laugh. Chuckling might have been something that would appear, but then again that was rare in itself. Though the lack of anger, the lack of something from Lionel confused him. Dominick wasn't sure what to think as he froze once again, a little dumbfounded until he snapped back at being patted on the back.
If Dominick had friends, Lionel would be one of them.
"Yeah." He mumbled, both in answer to the tour and something about making bread - he was pretty sure the latter was a figure of speech anyway. Then the invitation to a movie, and Dominick considered it for a moment. It wasn't like he had a list of things to do anyway. The beginnings of a grin tugged at his face as he nodded. "What movie?" |
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Post by LIONEL RHODES on Oct 25, 2013 16:55:38 GMT
DRINKING CHAMPAGNE MADE BY THE ANGELS Lionel didn't have very many friends, in fact, he may have had none if not for Dominick. The thief was born into a family of theives, destined to take on the 'family business'. His entire childhood was intense training for it. But, now that he was in his own, he was often alone and bored. What could he steal in the daylight hours? What could he do if there was nothing to steal? He ended up watching movies by himself to pass the time.
Dominick's presences made his night feel less pathetic somehow. He was more than welcoming of the blue-and-black haired man. "Well, there isn't much to see. I have to live modestly, you know, to avoid detection." Lionel was surprised by how talkative he was being without his mask. "But I'll show you around." Taking the lead, he showed Dominick the rooms with only a brief description of which room it was.
The rooms were spacious, though not too large. His place was a two bedroom with one full bath and a half bath off the kitchen. He ended his tour in the living room, where the television had a image frozen on its screen. "Well, that's it really. I guess there is the basement, but its crowded down there." He mumbled. There wasn't much else to say. Lionel was never any good at small talk. "So, is there anything you want to watch? The movie in wasn't that great." LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2013 22:27:44 GMT
 I CAN TAKE YOU WHERE YOU WANNA BE Nodding, Dominick followed Lionel through the house. While he said it was modest, Dominick felt like it was a tad spacious for one person, but then again he lived in a place much larger - and he shared it with no one. So long as Lionel liked it, though. It was a nice looking house, what with how Lionel had decorated it combined with the occasional ( from what Dominick could guess ) prize hidden about. If Lionel weren't his friend, he would have taken a lot more than what he originally had planned.
The tour ended in the living room, a scene from a move he had never seen frozen on screen. "I don't really think you want my input. I haven't really seen any movies." Too busy learning the trade, how to be a proper young man - to which he shoved right in to 'never to be learned' area. "My dad was more of a sports guy, anyway." CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS |
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Post by LIONEL RHODES on Dec 23, 2013 19:01:21 GMT
DRINKING CHAMPAGNE MADE BY THE ANGELS Lionel didn’t have very many guests over so having the occasional keepsake from his thieving endeavors was harmless. Most of the things he stole were sold anyways. He was careful enough so it was okay to keep a few things. And Dominick was an occasion accomplice in quite a few of his heists. There was no harm in him seeing them lying around as decoration to his home. If he stole one or two of them, Lionel wouldn’t miss them too much.
“Hm, that’ll be tough then.” He mumbled, cupping his chin in his hands. “There are a ton of genres.” He ambled over to his media cabinet and pulled open the doors to shelves packed with numerous DVDs. Lionel had nothing better to do on his down time. “We can start with an action film. I think you’d like something like that.” He plucked one of his favorites from the top shelf. “If you don’t like this one, I have plenty more we can watch. There has to be something.” LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2014 21:16:45 GMT
If anything, Dominick was impressed by the few keepsakes that Lionel kept lying around. It was like walking into a museum - except a museum that he was actually interested in than something he got dragged to on a Saturday morning. If he could have, he would have wandered around a bit more, looking through Lionel's things, but the movie that he was invited to see with him seemed to be a bit more important at the moment.
"I trust your judgement." More so than he trusted Lionel on heists, at least. But then again, that was kind of a given. When you work with a criminal, you had to be careful. An action movie seemed like a good idea, something that could hopefully keep his attention. "We'll never know if we don't try it, though. Let's do it." To be honest, Dominick could have said that he was even a little excited. |
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