newagefrankenstein
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Oct 28, 2015
- Location
- California
Noir had been stealing things pretty much his entire life. It was, perhaps, the one sin the nuns couldn't beat out of him with a switch. Growing up at an orphanage hadn't been easy, the priests and nuns had been pretty much insufferable. They'd been even worse than usual to him because of the way he looked. Before he'd ever started doing anything wrong he would get the blame for it. So stealing, that had been something that had started out as almost a necessity. Then, as he'd gotten older, he just did it as a matter of course. Then, after he'd managed to squeak by and graduate high school he took to stealing as an occupation because he was really...REALLY good at it.
Normally he'd never stay in one place for any long period of time because that raised the chances of him getting caught. But this time he'd stuck around longer than normal because...well, the pickings were really good. People in this town were rich, they often forgot to lock their doors because they had complex alarm systems (which they then forgot to turn on as they left), and it was just a short drive to the next city over to pawn off the truly ridiculously expensive jewels people just left sitting out. The police in the town clearly had no idea how to deal with a thief of Noir's caliber, which just made him cocky, after all...even if he was a black cat, he looked too cute to be a hardened criminal. And it wasn't like he stole from people who weren't insured or who couldn't afford to lose a few things.
Still, he expected tonight to be his last. He slipped easily past the large townhouse's security and pulled himself up and into the second level window. He glanced around and smiled...nobody home which was perfect. He took his time to travel about the room picking out the things he knew would be covered by their home-insurance or other fall-back security. Credit cards, cash left in a safe, necklaces and jewelry he could easily slip into the satchel he kept slung over his shoulder.
He was leisurely picking out earrings and expensive watches when he caught the slightest sound from the hallway just outside the door. He turned, nervous energy making him pause. He sniffed the air and hesitated, body on edge before he slowly relaxed and went back to sliding jewelry into his bag. If someone was there they were being quiet and so long as Noir finished up soon, there wouldn't be a problem. If he got caught, he'd run...he'd never resorted to violence and had no intention of ever doing so. Especially since he'd never even thrown a punch.
He had no way of knowing about the elite detective unit the town could easily afford. Nor any way of knowing that they'd be able to predict which house he'd strike next.
Normally he'd never stay in one place for any long period of time because that raised the chances of him getting caught. But this time he'd stuck around longer than normal because...well, the pickings were really good. People in this town were rich, they often forgot to lock their doors because they had complex alarm systems (which they then forgot to turn on as they left), and it was just a short drive to the next city over to pawn off the truly ridiculously expensive jewels people just left sitting out. The police in the town clearly had no idea how to deal with a thief of Noir's caliber, which just made him cocky, after all...even if he was a black cat, he looked too cute to be a hardened criminal. And it wasn't like he stole from people who weren't insured or who couldn't afford to lose a few things.
Still, he expected tonight to be his last. He slipped easily past the large townhouse's security and pulled himself up and into the second level window. He glanced around and smiled...nobody home which was perfect. He took his time to travel about the room picking out the things he knew would be covered by their home-insurance or other fall-back security. Credit cards, cash left in a safe, necklaces and jewelry he could easily slip into the satchel he kept slung over his shoulder.
He was leisurely picking out earrings and expensive watches when he caught the slightest sound from the hallway just outside the door. He turned, nervous energy making him pause. He sniffed the air and hesitated, body on edge before he slowly relaxed and went back to sliding jewelry into his bag. If someone was there they were being quiet and so long as Noir finished up soon, there wouldn't be a problem. If he got caught, he'd run...he'd never resorted to violence and had no intention of ever doing so. Especially since he'd never even thrown a punch.
He had no way of knowing about the elite detective unit the town could easily afford. Nor any way of knowing that they'd be able to predict which house he'd strike next.