|Will Scarlet (scarletavenger) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2012-07-25 10:50:00
|Entry tags:||robin hood, will scarlet|
Who: Robin Hood and Will Scarlet
What: Robin and Will decide to be mischievous and pester their favorite wanna-be king
When: Monday night, op Nov 15, 2011
Where: Outside/inside Prince John's place
Robin scanned the building as he and Will approached, two mischievous boys ready to make a mockery of the wanna-be king they'd gone down in history abusing. There didn't look to be many people around two in the morning, none except a few drunks jabbering as they weaved through the parking lot.
Robin pulled a black ski mask over his face. "Is it too much?" he asked Will with a light-hearted grin. Out of all the plans he'd roused up, it was a shame he hadn't tormented John sooner. Underneath all that haughty attitude, John was nothing more than a coward. Robin would forever rub that in his face.
It was a choice between walking right up through the front door, or the fire escape. It had to be a top level floor.
Wil cracked his knuckles and then his neck, looking up at the building. "Pretty flash," he commented, shaking his arms to loosen up. "Probably a ton of security. You know how paranoid old Johnny is. Like taking candy from a baby." He grinned at Robin. "You ready?" Getting in was the fun part. Getting past the desk, avoiding being identifiable on camera, breaking into a private residence owned by someone extremely security-conscious and with a lot of resources... They'd probably have to crawl through some air ducts. Fun!
Robin laughed a little louder, doing his best not to draw attention as he eased against the side of the building wall. "That git. When has he not played up security to save his own hide?"
Robin gave Will a wink as he shimmied against the wall mentally counting just how many security guards they'd have to sneak past. "How many are you thinking?" There were plenty of passages to get to one room, it was only a matter of figuring out the best entrance.
Will shrugged and followed Robin. "Maybe one or two? One at the front anyway, one at his front door. I'm thinking he's more likely to have a million locks on his doors and windows. You know he doesn't trust people. How about we do it the way I broke into your place: through his neighbour's window?"
Robin raised a brow of surprise. "You did bring your brains today, old boy." There was a familiar gleam in his smile, twinkle in his eye and he started to climb up the fire escape.
"You can take care of those boys up front, I'll head around back, we meet in the middle. Got the camera?" If the guards had more than one object to pay attention to, being caught was just an afterthought.
Once up a few flights of the escape he threw down the mask. Be better for Johnny boy to see who it was if they did manage to wake him. There were no lights on on his floor from what he could see, but they'd find out soon enough.
Will snorted. "Well thanks for the compliment, I guess," he said, waving the camera. "Remember, we're not sticking around here. The quicker we are, the less likely we are to get caught, chum." He gave Robin a cheeky salute and headed in, nonchalantly walking past the receptionist like he owned the place, heading straight for the lift.
"Excuse me sir, what's your reason for entering the premises?" the guard asked, moving to intercept Will, who ducked past him and darted into the lift. The guard followed. The doors closed behind him. The doors opened again on the floor two below John's, the guard crumpled in a heap in the corner of the lift, groaning lightly. Will smiled and stepped out, dusting off his gloved hands.
"I'm two floors below the objective," he said into his walkie talkie (his favourite part of the modern age). "You able to get in?"
He gave Will a complementary salute and headed up. Climbing the stairs reminded him of the days they scaled the castle walls. Feeling the cold air whip against your face, it was a boost to the old ego. Once on the proper floor, Rob slipped in through the window next to their target's. It was when a dog started to bark that Robin's red flag went up and he tossed the dog a few cookies on the kitchen counter, munching on one himself before exiting into the hallway and creeping up to John's door.
Good. No one within sight.
"Right outside his door." They either needed a pick or a universal key to get in. Both of which he had.
Will hefted the guard out of the lift and zip tied his hands behind his back as a precaution. Then he headed back into the lift and up to the right floor. He scoped the security cameras in the hallway in a few seconds, and pulled the small can of black spray paint out of his back pocket. A few practiced jumps and he was standing next to Robin, dusting his hands, the cameras either blacked out or bent away. He gave Robin a smile. "Lovely evening. Are you going to open the door or just look at it?"
Robin's ear was glued to the door, listening carefully. Eventually, there would be a call to the police once those guards came to to sound an alert. Whipping out the key from his back pocket (he'd gotten one earlier in the day after slipping behind the counter) and slid it. A few seconds gave them the green light to enter. Robin held a finger to his lips with a shushing motion, waving Will inside as he creaked the door open and stood up straight.
Lights were out, there wasn't a sound except that little whistle from the bedroom. While Will got the camera ready, Robin couldn't help himself from looking around the place. "Posh," he said with an assured nod. There was plenty to swipe if they had a few extra minutes.
"Of course it's posh," Will whispered back, turning on the camera and taking a sweeping shot of the room using the nighttime setting. It was difficult to see in the flat at John had procured a lot of shiny clutter in his years. Will wondered if there was another house somewhere just filled with expensive junk. He picked up a crystal dog ornament from a shelf and pocketed it.
"What are we looking for, exactly?" he asked softly, picking his way across the carpet. "Embarrassing bathroom habits or something?"
Robin fingered a.few delicate and expensive items, pocketing a few pieces John was sure to miss. He punched Will in the shoulder, motioning quietly with a clever grin to follow as he creaked open the bedroom door.
"I'm sure old Johnny boy will do all the work. Anything he does is gold." He snickered as they tip toed inside the equally posh room.
Will followed Robin, tiptoeing quieter than a mouse. He panned the camera around the bedroom, looking for bad photos, embarrassing books, anything along those lines. A loud snort nearly made him jump out of his skin, and he spun around towards the sound. The fingers of his free hand dug into Robin's shoulder as Will had to suppress a snort or laughter. Curled up in the bed in pale blue pyjamas, King John of the Plantagenets had one thumb tucked securely in his mouth, sucking on it gently as he snuffled in his sleep. Will kept the camera tightly framed on his face, though it wobbled slightly as he tried to stop laughing.
Robin clamped his hand against his mouth, his stomach muscles already aching as he attempted to not belt out a huge laugh. He had to take a moment from the scene to stand near the window or he was going to blow their cover. He had to breath.
"I thought Disney made that up?" he said in a whisper smacking Will on the arm which jostled the camera a little. They'd raided John's castle many times and he didn't remember this. Maybe Disney had finally gotten something right, or they'd infused some psychic, cosmic powers to achieve this.
Will could only bite his lip and try not to snort as he held the camera as steadily as he could. He managed to hold himself back for another minute or two before John made a loud snort-snuffle noise and rolled over, letting off a fart as he did so. Will choked and shoved Robin out of the room, darting for the front door so he could get outside and erupt into guffaws of laughter.
It was too much, his sides were starting to hurt as he barreled out of the room. He almost followed Will, until he spotted a few more nice pieces that John was sure to notice missing. It only added a little calling card to their late night adventure.
Finally outside with Will, Robin slid down the wall and laid on the floor with a loud snort.
Will hoped his laughter wouldn't wake the neighbours, but he didn't really care too much. "Oh Rob- Did you see-" he gasped between laughing, trying to crawl away from the door towards the lift. "We gotta- This has to go online- Come on-"
There was a snicker or two as they made their way out of the hallway, sounding more like drunk college boys than grown men. "A shame we didn't throw some cream in that old chap's hand and tickle his nose." He'd leave that for next time.
Robin motioned his hand for the camera. He needed to hit replay.