InsaneJournal

Who: The Graverobber and OPEN
What: Stealing Borrowing without asking and no intent to return
When: Night
Where: Alley in the city


A plastic surgeon's office was the last place the Graverobber ever expected to find himself. Granted, he was there well after hours with no intentions of partaking of the services offered there. He planned, instead, to partake of a little something else.

It was frustrating not being able to extract the drugs he needed from bodies. Apparently the drugs used now were nothing like the Zydrate from his own world. They worked the same, but didn't stick around in the body as long. Between that and the fact that far fewer people abused drugs and surgery here than in his world, his job had become that much more difficult. But ever the inventive one, Graverobber simply let himself into the office of a plastic surgeon and took what he needed. He spat on the floor to show his contempt for the profession on the way out. He exited the building via a window. He couldn't hear an alarm, but he was willing to bet that a silent one was going off, alerting the authorities to his presence there. Police he could deal with no problem. There were no repo men here, so he was perfectly at ease.

Landing heavily on his feet in the alley beside the office, he checked that the small glass bottles of pain killers and needles were tucked safely in his dusty black leather tool bag and then slung it over his shoulder. A good haul. He'd make some good money off this.