hunting_tiger
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OOC: Robert Smith, born and raised in Nevada, moved to Los Angeles as a teenager. He hadn't had one real job so far in his life. He had been living on what he could get from stealing jewellery and seducing rich women, not necessarily in that order.
Robert was 6 feet tall with dark hair and brown eyes. He was very fit, a fact that helped him not only when he climbed a roof but also when he tried to find his way under a woman's skirt.
IC:
Everything had started with a photo in a magazine. What first caught Robert's attention was the bored look she had in her eyes. It was the eyes of a lonely woman and the fact that her husband was standing next to her with his arms around her waist was no help.
She must have been 20 years younger than him and probably only attracted to him because of his money in the first place. The photo showed a rather attractive woman so Robert had no difficulty to understand why her husband spent a fortune spoiling her and the bracelet around her neck seemed to be the latest gift she had got. He had met many women like her in Los Angeles over the last years but this time he was more interested in the jewellery than the woman that wore them since he was in desperate need for some money.
He had read the whole article and soon found out that the couple was leaving Los Angeles the same weekend for a two weeks vacation. This seemed to good to be true, the only one home at the house would probably be their maid while the couple were away.
All this had happened last week which had given Robert the necessary time to plan everything.
He had hired a van and found an AT&T uniform along with all the appropriate tools needed. He wanted to get into the house to check it out before he made the actual stealing. This had saved his ass a couple of times before since some of the houses in LA were very well alarmed a fact that at times had made him change his plans and search for easier targets.
He was now sitting in a van outside a house in Beverly Hills. He looked in the mirror one last time, his dark glasses hiding his brown eyes, the baseball cap most of his dark hair and the beard that had been growing for four days would change his appearance good enough if anyone ever would ask about him.
OOC: Robert Smith, born and raised in Nevada, moved to Los Angeles as a teenager. He hadn't had one real job so far in his life. He had been living on what he could get from stealing jewellery and seducing rich women, not necessarily in that order.
Robert was 6 feet tall with dark hair and brown eyes. He was very fit, a fact that helped him not only when he climbed a roof but also when he tried to find his way under a woman's skirt.
IC:
Everything had started with a photo in a magazine. What first caught Robert's attention was the bored look she had in her eyes. It was the eyes of a lonely woman and the fact that her husband was standing next to her with his arms around her waist was no help.
She must have been 20 years younger than him and probably only attracted to him because of his money in the first place. The photo showed a rather attractive woman so Robert had no difficulty to understand why her husband spent a fortune spoiling her and the bracelet around her neck seemed to be the latest gift she had got. He had met many women like her in Los Angeles over the last years but this time he was more interested in the jewellery than the woman that wore them since he was in desperate need for some money.
He had read the whole article and soon found out that the couple was leaving Los Angeles the same weekend for a two weeks vacation. This seemed to good to be true, the only one home at the house would probably be their maid while the couple were away.
All this had happened last week which had given Robert the necessary time to plan everything.
He had hired a van and found an AT&T uniform along with all the appropriate tools needed. He wanted to get into the house to check it out before he made the actual stealing. This had saved his ass a couple of times before since some of the houses in LA were very well alarmed a fact that at times had made him change his plans and search for easier targets.
He was now sitting in a van outside a house in Beverly Hills. He looked in the mirror one last time, his dark glasses hiding his brown eyes, the baseball cap most of his dark hair and the beard that had been growing for four days would change his appearance good enough if anyone ever would ask about him.
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