You have Something We Want...
WHO: Luci, Martin and Francis
WHEN: Thursday, July 29th, Evening
WHERE: Francis' Home
WHAT: So it's simple. Luci and Martin break in. Try to look for the video. Break things. Mission fail?
He couldn't believe what he was doing. There he was standing outside the home of a man he had never met and his intentions were less than innocent. He had a bit of a problem. Evidence of an intimate moment between him and a certain other individual had been circulating on the web as of late. Normally evidence of him kissing someone wasn't a big deal. But that depended on the person. And that person just so happened to be standing next to him. Luciano side glanced to Martin. Frowning. "You know...had you just got the video before we wouldn't have to be doing this..." he grumbled. But he turned his attention back to the door. He grabbed the door knob and twisted. Locked of course but it was worth a shot. He then pressed an ear against the door. From the sound of things it was as Martin said. The Frenchman was probably out partying. After all it was well after ten o'clock.
"So he really isn't home..." he said looking back to Martin. With a nod he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. It was Emi's lock pick set. He grinned and showed the box to the Argentinian victoriously. He opened the kit to look at the different sized metal sticks. He rubbbed his hands over the tips of each noticing the thickness of each. Now...how do I do this again? he thought picking up two random picks. He licked his lips and held them up to the key hole.
So this one goes here....and this one here...and twist? he gave himself instructions however nothing was happening. His brow narrowed as he continued to jiggle the tips of the picks into the key hole. Frustated he set the one down and randomly picked up another one. "Maybe this one!" he thought out loud. But with another rough twist he only managed to bend something. The noise level less than discrete. "Emi made this look so much easier last time..." he frowned. But he would not give up. Luciano grabbed another pick and forced another into the knob. Taking a deep breath he forced the two into a clockwise twist, snapping the lock and forcing the door knob to pop out of place. The door came open and Luciano, who was on his knees, fell forward. The door slammed against something and as he fell he could hear the sound of glass shattering. He blinked lifting his head. "Opps..." he whispered.
WHEN: Thursday, July 29th, Evening
WHERE: Francis' Home
WHAT: So it's simple. Luci and Martin break in. Try to look for the video. Break things. Mission fail?
He couldn't believe what he was doing. There he was standing outside the home of a man he had never met and his intentions were less than innocent. He had a bit of a problem. Evidence of an intimate moment between him and a certain other individual had been circulating on the web as of late. Normally evidence of him kissing someone wasn't a big deal. But that depended on the person. And that person just so happened to be standing next to him. Luciano side glanced to Martin. Frowning. "You know...had you just got the video before we wouldn't have to be doing this..." he grumbled. But he turned his attention back to the door. He grabbed the door knob and twisted. Locked of course but it was worth a shot. He then pressed an ear against the door. From the sound of things it was as Martin said. The Frenchman was probably out partying. After all it was well after ten o'clock.
"So he really isn't home..." he said looking back to Martin. With a nod he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. It was Emi's lock pick set. He grinned and showed the box to the Argentinian victoriously. He opened the kit to look at the different sized metal sticks. He rubbbed his hands over the tips of each noticing the thickness of each. Now...how do I do this again? he thought picking up two random picks. He licked his lips and held them up to the key hole.
So this one goes here....and this one here...and twist? he gave himself instructions however nothing was happening. His brow narrowed as he continued to jiggle the tips of the picks into the key hole. Frustated he set the one down and randomly picked up another one. "Maybe this one!" he thought out loud. But with another rough twist he only managed to bend something. The noise level less than discrete. "Emi made this look so much easier last time..." he frowned. But he would not give up. Luciano grabbed another pick and forced another into the knob. Taking a deep breath he forced the two into a clockwise twist, snapping the lock and forcing the door knob to pop out of place. The door came open and Luciano, who was on his knees, fell forward. The door slammed against something and as he fell he could hear the sound of glass shattering. He blinked lifting his head. "Opps..." he whispered.