Andre Labeau (withacapitalz) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2014-04-26 23:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | andre labeau, ethan drake |
Who: Andre and Ethan
What: Andre and Ethan doing their Batman/Catwoman impersonation
When: April 26, 2014 - late
Where: Haven
Rating: PG-13, for swears, probs.
Status: Ongoing
For all intents and purposes, it had been a slow week. Except for a few attempted bike nabbings and a mugging, all done by humans, it had been pretty uneventful - though Andre wasn't banking on the slow streak to last into the weekend. Saturdays, Andre found, were one of the prime picking days for criminals, and not just because the higher probability for drunken shenanigans. Blue-collared working people, thankful for the end of the work week, would pack their families into their stationwagons or priuses or whathaveyou and cart the family off to an evening spent at the movies or dinner, leaving their homes open and vulnerable for any low-level crooks. As dead as the week had been, Andre had an itch that tonight wouldn't be as dead as ones previous.
Andre was suited up and doing his usual rounds around Haven, on extra high alert for any unpleasantries the night would surely bring. He was just passing a cluster of apartment buildings when he heard it. The not-so-far-off shatter and tinkling of glass. In all probability, it was maybe just a drunk smashing bottles - but then, Andre didn't base his career as one of the better vigilantes in New Waverly on a stack of 'probabilities'.
Rounding a few corners, Andre arrived only in time to see a rather familiar white brunette be-quiffed gentleman climbing through one of the windows of one of the apartment buildings and, oh, fuck him. This punk-ass bitch again. Andre let out a groan and allowed himself a momentary feeling of whiny frustration. He had faced off against this fuck face twice already, and every time the dick had managed to metaphorically-but-at-the-same-time-quit
But it wasn't happening this time. He wasn't about to let the same thug with powers equivalent to a child's suped up night light best him three times in a row.
Making quick work of it, Andre did a circuit around the building, categorizing it. It was your fairly standard apartment building. 12 stories. Only one door exit per apartment. Andre didn't know the floor plan, but was guessing there might be at least two escape windows per unit.
After taking quick precautions to make sure that sticky fingers McGee wouldn't be making a quick exit through the ground main entrance and any side or back entrances should he escape through the apartment door and into the main building, Andre then scaled the fire escape, quietly as he could, to the busted window he had seen the burglar enter through earlier. The lights were off, maybe not what you would have expected from one so cocky, but that wasn't anything too surprising, given this pony's tricks. Andre might have thought the crook had already made his exit if it weren't for the fact that he could hear him making minute rustling sounds in the next rooms - like a rat caught in the drywall. Andre swung his legs into the apartment and sat himself down on the glass-littered window sill. Instead of going for the brash and brazen approach like he had used in times previous with this particular crook, Andre elected to wait. Go slow and plan his moves. Let the crook come to him.
He didn't have to wait long. It was a bare two minutes before the ass came back into the room which he had entered the building through - though now laden down with all kinds of who-knows-what goodies he had managed to scavenge in the residence.
"How'd I get the feeling you'd show up tonight?" Andre asked, almost bored. He was on top of the situation. "Are we actually gonna go this time, or are you just going to turn out the lights and run like a little bitch again?"