Post by Sythe on Jan 7, 2005 19:56:14 GMT
Ic: Walking along the streets of Raphoe in the early sun-light, Tivec made his way to the house. Pulling his black cloak around himself to ward off the fog that rolled in from coast and river, the Thief walked along the cobblestoned road. Nodding cheerily to a yawning Watchman on patrol, the Thief headed for the housing section.
Walking along the streets, Tivec soon found the place. Looking over the fair sized house, Tivec grinned to himself from under his tricorner hat. Turning around, the Thief headed over to the allet way from which he watched the house the day before. Pulling his cloak around himself, the young man doffed his hat and sat down against the alley wall, and watched.
A few hours later, around the same time as the last day, the light appeared at the top window and made it's way down. About a half of an hour later, the same time as yesterday, the portly merchant looking man headed out the door. With the door locked behind him, the man headed down the streets.
Grinning from his seat, the Thief waited a good half of an hour before getting up. Dusting himself off, the Thief kept his hat under his cloak. Walking out of the alley way, the young man looked around. A Watch patrol was walking along the road, but in the opposite direction of Tivec. Thanking Ranald for that little bit of luck, Tivec crossed the road.
Making sure not to move too fast or too slow as to attract attention to himself, the Thief made his way over to the cramped alley beside the house. Entering the dark confines, Tivec pulled out his hat, put it on, and looked up to the small window,a grin showing on his face. Looking out the alley to see if anyone could see him, which they could not as most people were either sleeping, readying their breakfasts, or already at work.
Bracing his shoulders and feet against each side of the alley walls, Tivec began to his slow accent. After a few minutes, the Thief reached the small window. Bracing his feet under the sill like before, the young man pulled himself over to the window.
Holding on to the window with his right hand, Tivec dug his hands into his pockets. Taking out a small, soft leather case, the young man placed it on his lap and flipped it open. Inside, in thin pockets, were assorted lock picks. Looking at the dirty window, Tivec tried to dissern what type of lock it was. After figuring out that the window did indeed have a latch lock, Tivec chose his pick. A long strip of round metal, with a 90 dgree angle in it at the tip.
Taking the pick, the Thief began to jiggle and slide the pick under the window. Eventually, the angled tip pocked into the inside of the house. Bringing it over to the latch, Tivec brought the tip of the lock and pressed it against the latch handle. Pressing the pick over, the young man threw the latch.
Grinning again, Tivec put the pick away in it's case, which he pocketed. His right hand free, the young man pushed the window up. With his way in open, the smell of parchement and ink wafted over him. Pulling his hat off, Tivec tossed the item in. Grabbing the sill with his other hand, the Thief pulled himself into the house feet first.
Standing inside the house, Tivec picked up his hat and looked over the fairly well-off surroundings. Pulling the folded up sack from his sash-style belt, Tivec unfolded it with a flick of his hat. No one lived in the house other then the portly man, and from his watchings yesterday, Tivec knew he had at least seven hours before the man came back.
"Time to get to work."
The thief whispered to himself. With that, the young man went to look around the second floor.
(Ooc: Second floor of a medium-small sized house owned by a medium-low level merchant, what do I find oh GMs. :00c)
Walking along the streets, Tivec soon found the place. Looking over the fair sized house, Tivec grinned to himself from under his tricorner hat. Turning around, the Thief headed over to the allet way from which he watched the house the day before. Pulling his cloak around himself, the young man doffed his hat and sat down against the alley wall, and watched.
A few hours later, around the same time as the last day, the light appeared at the top window and made it's way down. About a half of an hour later, the same time as yesterday, the portly merchant looking man headed out the door. With the door locked behind him, the man headed down the streets.
Grinning from his seat, the Thief waited a good half of an hour before getting up. Dusting himself off, the Thief kept his hat under his cloak. Walking out of the alley way, the young man looked around. A Watch patrol was walking along the road, but in the opposite direction of Tivec. Thanking Ranald for that little bit of luck, Tivec crossed the road.
Making sure not to move too fast or too slow as to attract attention to himself, the Thief made his way over to the cramped alley beside the house. Entering the dark confines, Tivec pulled out his hat, put it on, and looked up to the small window,a grin showing on his face. Looking out the alley to see if anyone could see him, which they could not as most people were either sleeping, readying their breakfasts, or already at work.
Bracing his shoulders and feet against each side of the alley walls, Tivec began to his slow accent. After a few minutes, the Thief reached the small window. Bracing his feet under the sill like before, the young man pulled himself over to the window.
Holding on to the window with his right hand, Tivec dug his hands into his pockets. Taking out a small, soft leather case, the young man placed it on his lap and flipped it open. Inside, in thin pockets, were assorted lock picks. Looking at the dirty window, Tivec tried to dissern what type of lock it was. After figuring out that the window did indeed have a latch lock, Tivec chose his pick. A long strip of round metal, with a 90 dgree angle in it at the tip.
Taking the pick, the Thief began to jiggle and slide the pick under the window. Eventually, the angled tip pocked into the inside of the house. Bringing it over to the latch, Tivec brought the tip of the lock and pressed it against the latch handle. Pressing the pick over, the young man threw the latch.
Grinning again, Tivec put the pick away in it's case, which he pocketed. His right hand free, the young man pushed the window up. With his way in open, the smell of parchement and ink wafted over him. Pulling his hat off, Tivec tossed the item in. Grabbing the sill with his other hand, the Thief pulled himself into the house feet first.
Standing inside the house, Tivec picked up his hat and looked over the fairly well-off surroundings. Pulling the folded up sack from his sash-style belt, Tivec unfolded it with a flick of his hat. No one lived in the house other then the portly man, and from his watchings yesterday, Tivec knew he had at least seven hours before the man came back.
"Time to get to work."
The thief whispered to himself. With that, the young man went to look around the second floor.
(Ooc: Second floor of a medium-small sized house owned by a medium-low level merchant, what do I find oh GMs. :00c)
