AT LAST, THE PERFECT CRIME!

[my_freeze_ray]

Who: Billy and West and EVENTUALLY A FINE FIGURE OF A LOKI.
What: Thieving Carnies get busted! Yay!
Where: Inside the Keeler residence.
When: IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT! Uh, around half ten to eleven? When people should be THICK INTO THE CARNIVAL and not COMING HOME TO INTERRUPT :|
Warnings: Thieving, eventually violence, but it shouldn't be

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[major_west]

West glanced back behind him just once, and then slipped into the house. There was a distinct lack of, well, oddness about him, which probably made him appear all the more odd to those who knew him. That's right, PLOT TWIST. The "crazy clown" thing was just an act. To be honest, Henry West-- once known for playing a hero known as "The Major" in a popular radio serial, with aspirations of breaking into the silver screen, but never quite making it-- had his head screwed on far better than anybody but Billy knew. That wasn't to say he was sane, of course. Any man who lived like he did couldn't have been.

West took a look around the house, then readjusted his glasses, as though it would help him catch things he hadn't yet seen. Grinning, he looked back at Billy.

"Catch a glimpse of the owner?" One thing wasn't faked: Billy was the leader here; the brains of the operation. "I wonder if he's the sort to keep his valuables in a safe..."

[my_freeze_ray]

"Only one way to find out, right?" Billy replied, shooting his partner in crime an exhilarated smile, "You give the house a once over and make sure we're alone, I'll check the kitchen for silverware, then we'll meet up in the hall, and if there's a safe we can make that our next stop!"

He waved a hand, encouraging West to check the rest of the house for him. The first time the actor had shut off his impression of a crazy person, Billy had actually been pretty genuinely upset about it. It had been like his friend, his weird, balloon loving, crazy friend had just never existed, and with him he'd taken the reassuring certainty that Billy was his favorite person in the camp. That had been a long time ago though, and Billy had eventually come to see them as two sides of the same person. More like a split personality than a real act. That was how he liked to think of it at least, and it certainly didn't hurt that both of them tended to do whatever he wanted them too

[major_west]

West nodded dutifully and set about to do precisely what Billy asked for. For the most part, there wasn't much to see. Some pills in the bathroom, which he pocketed, before quickly making short work of the contents of the jewelery box in the master bedroom. Aside from that, there wasn't much else of value in there. No cash, which was disappointing. He suspected the man of the house kept it elsewhere, like in his study. Ah well. Whistling, West removed a pillowcase and dumped the stolen goods into it. He strutted out of the room, eager to show Billy the riches he'd nicked, then stopped and paused when he passed another bedroom.

There was somebody in the house.

Abruptly, the whistling stopped, and the former actor let out a gulp. This wasn't good. Quickly, he sneaked back to the hall and hissed out: "Billy!"

[my_freeze_ray]

After some measure of consideration, Billy was satisfied by the authenticity of the silverware. In fact, by the time West hissed his name from the hallway, he had just embarked upon the process of stuffing his pockets with forks. Hearing his partners voice caused him to glance up, with a smile, "You've found the safe?" he asked, keeping his voice hushed. It was then that he noticed West's expression was not that of the gleeful discoverer of cash. Shoving a few more items of silver into his pockets, he quickly approached the other man, "What's wrong?"