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 Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 7:28 pm
Motterossa is such a quiet now. Hardly (if ever) does it garner the interest of the rich, unless that millionaire happens to be a quaint old lady searching to escape from the hustle, bustle, and rustle of urban living. Old Mrs. Bigsby, or as Cetus liked to call her "grandma", was well, a grandma. Of fourteen kids. They were the reason the Galactic Grunt had secured a job for the old bag, but her blatant and nonexistent love for children wasn't the reason for her taking the gig.
You see, Mrs. Bigsby liked to collect shiny rocks -- gem stones -- and her collection was enormous. Her most prized piece of work, a pretty chunk of orange amber nicknamed The Amberleen, is her most expensive pretty. It is also the current sparkle in Cetus's eye and she wants it. The many articles based on the hardened tree sap claim a bit of Aerodactyl DNA is stored in it. And everyone knows that not only is a resurrected Aerodactyl rare, but mighty powerful if trained correctly.
That day, when the sunset of Motterossa bathed the white washed estate under a shade of burning orange, Cetus (under the guise of Nora) put the old woman's children to bed and secured her plan. It was an in and out job; get into her storage, take the amber chunk, and skeedadle out of there. Cetus was truly elated. Who knew her steal would be this easy!
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:00 pm
Putting away the last of the berries and gardening tools, Mrs. Bigsby's new gardener looked over towards the house. Just a little while longer and he'll be able to snatched some of the more expensive gem stones. Now Jarah, or as he had introduce himself to Mrs. Bigsby, Tom, had had no problem at all getting employed by the old lady. It seemed the old broad like to have cute little or baby pokemon roam around her gardens for her grandchildren to play with. The task in itself was easy, just put some honey here, some berries there, and send out his pachirisu to herd pokemon over. Either way. 'Tom' would had prefer if he had gotten a job inside.
Thankfully, the house and servant quarters were attached via the large kitchen and the maids enjoy nothing more then to gossip. The children's sitter wasn't very talkative, but then again, 'Tom' couldn't beret her for it, after being around 14 screeching children all day, he would be very exhausted as well.
Finishing up with putting away his things, he whistle for Picasso, who gladly got up onto his shoulder, exhausted from running around to keep small pokemon between the garden. Putting him away in his pokeball, 'Tom' made his way to the kitchen for the servants' late dinner and waited, once it was quiet int he house, he would move in onto the storage and snatched one of those gem stones.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 8:15 am
The twin doors of rich mahogany leading to the kitchen were swung open, causing the young maids who giggled and tittle-tattled in the corner to jump up with a few shrieks. 'Nora' stood at the corridor's gaping center, flushed, as she strode in searching for a bit of nourishment. Her natural sea green hair, a tangled sea of curls frothing down to her bum, reflected her bedraggled state. It was a work out running after little tots day after day and a wig would only increase her tension. It bothered the Galactic grunt she wasn't concealing her true appearance, but it wasn't the first time she decided to be natural.
Watching the middle aged woman fiddle around the kitchen like a village idiot, one of the maids from the trio lightly spoke up. "Um, Miss-" she began, but was immediately answered.
"Nora." Cetus replied.
"Um, yes, Miss Nora? The food is-"
She had already found it. That evening, the gourmet chef the old bag hired had prepared a lackadaisical batch of soup for the servants. It was a measly amalgamation of carrots, potatoes, onions, and varied thrums of meat with a shot of Tamato juice for spice. Nora gathered herself a bowl and propped herself against the counter, slurping the soup like a madwoman. Dear Arceus, it was terrible tasting.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 2:45 pm
Tom took up his own bowl, keeping himself from giving the sitter a look at her rather rude behavior. Slurping soup, jeez. True, this just barely could be consider soup, but that didn't mean that one should lose their manners over it. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair and gave a charming little smile to one of the maids, gaining piece of bread out of her. All the bread that had been served with the soup had been gone in a minute, but be a little charming and people tended to give you things.
The thief didn't use wigs usually, and this time was no different, his hair was dyed and parted down the middle, giving him a slightly geeky look he had needed to convince the old witch that he knew how to keep pokemon between her garden. He was wearing blue contacts, hiding his normal eye color behind a common blue. Finishing his food, he tilted his head and listen to the conversation around him.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 1:12 pm
"Oh my gosh, did you know the old croon made me clean that collection of hers earlier today?" one of the maids complained, mimicking Nora's gesture by leaning against the counter top.
"No way!" cried the other, shaking her head. "That must of been a pain to clean! There's, like, so many gems!"
"Oh, I know." The counter top maid replied with a roll of her eyes. "She made me polish them, one by one. My fingers are so sore!"
Their banter continued, full of only complaints. Nora slightly grunted. She didn't give a damn what the old bag made them do. Give her something to work with! Say something worthwhile, damn it!
"Oh, but she I'm so glad she didn't make me polish that big orange one." Counter top maid continued. "She, like, keeps that one under major lock and keys. There's a bunch of lasers and stuff."
Much better.
"Oh, wow, I wonder why?" questioned the other. "It must be important or something . . . "
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 2:28 pm
'Tom' leaned back on his seat, running his fingers through his dyed hair before flattening back to its tidy nerdy boy style. The maids sometimes talked to much, he wonder if he would ever have such chatty little things in his own mansion one day. Probably not. Now, the dilemma laid itself very clearly out. Would he steal the most expensive one of them, or steal smaller less valuable ones? Smaller shiny rocks were easier to move around int eh black market, large and rather well known pieces of jewelery..well..that took more work and it was a lot of heat to carry around. Hmm....Well, he'll have to decide tonight before going after the vault. Excusing himself from the hussle and buzzle of the large kitchen, he made his way back to his room to get prepare.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 8:56 pm
'Nora' left the room, silent as ever, literally throwing her porcelain bowl into the sink on her way out. The maids jumped at the clatter, one scowling at her back for her incredible rudeness, than returned to mumbling idiotic gossip with the other maids. Cetus had some planning to do if she was going to make this heist successful.
After shushing those twitching brats who refused to sleep and heading off to her own quarters, she slipped out of her frilly gown, slammed a box of her tools, a pencil, and a clean sheet of paper onto her quarter's study desk, and mapped out an entrance and exit strategy into the old broom's stash. Pre-planning took longer than she realized, for the outskirts of the town were already under the heavy cloak of night.
It was show time.
Cetus fixed herself into her night time gear, slipped her essentials and trusty wrist grappling hook above the joint, and slipped out her chamber without as so much as a sound. She met at her first rendezvous point of the night: the cross corner from the servant's quarters. The grunt waited a few moments before seeing her Purrloin trot down the adjacent walkway and present a key card to her.
"Ah, g'job, love." she whispered to Schemali, scrubbing a hand over the cat's head in satisfaction. Than off to the galleria she went, sliding across the mansion halls with smooth movements.
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