|Ollie Andrada (fivefinger) wrote in immune_ic,|
@ 2011-11-07 13:05:00
|Entry tags:||# 2011  november|
WHO: Ollie and Dorian
WHAT: Some good old fashioned thievery, of course! Ollie's fingers are a bit sticky, as per usual.
WHERE: I'll pick the safehouse in accordance to whoever tags me!
WHEN: November 7th, nighttime.
RATING: TBA, but low to start with for sure.
NOTE: How you bring your character is completely up to you! They can be the one he's stealing from or just catch him stealing from someone else... or even join him! Choices: you have them!
Oliver Andrada's primary driving force was excitement. He lived for the rush, liked doing things that got the blood flowing and was a shameless adrenaline junkie. Aside from the fact that he was just good at it, that was the big thing that pushed him to get into the thieving business. He'd thought, to start, that it would make the end of the world seem appealing; the fact that everything not nailed down was up for grabs – and nothing was nailed down. But it didn't.
Looting, he now realized, was not stealing. Stealing required finesse, talent… not to mention balls of steel. You had to break into places, sometimes you had to evade security guards; there was always that rush of "careful or you'll get caught." When you looted, everything was there, it was just a matter of taking it.
Looting, Ollie realized, didn't cut it anymore.
Stealing was engrained in who he was. He'd known that since he was a teenager, but up until this point he'd been resisting the urge to bring that part of himself back out. The truth of the matter was, though, that Ollie had never done well with boredom. That and the fact that boredom never went terribly well with suppressing one's urge to revert back to their true form. So, Ollie glanced around the area he was in with a smile, noting that basically everyone within earshot was asleep.
His eyes came to settle on a medium sized duffel bag and he chewed his lip, wondering what was inside. Well, what better way to find out? Casually sidling up to the bag as if it was his, he leaned down and tugged quietly at the zipper…