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kleptomaniask · 3 days
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It's eternity in there.
They used to call me katabasis in high school.
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kleptomaniask · 4 days
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whatever happened to jewel theft? such a classy crime. babe i’m dark. i’m a criminal. you don’t wanna mess around with an international jewel thief like me. i’m stealing jewels back from a museum that stole them from a sacred crown. i’m stealing a jewel for an eccentric gay millionaire who wants to put it up his butt. let’s just say…. i live a life of dangur
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kleptomaniask · 6 days
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I love collecting and sorting i love collecting and sorting and I'm definitely not doing it pathologically
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kleptomaniask · 6 days
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(Thank you everyone for your unbiased and unprompted support!)
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TAKIN' WHAT'S NOT YOURS!!
(Wanted to try doing a more stylized-to-game/alternative portrait for her.. i fear i've made her too pretty and taken some of her bite. Oh well. Back to the drawing board..)
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kleptomaniask · 7 days
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kleptomaniask · 7 days
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TAKIN' WHAT'S NOT YOURS!!
(Wanted to try doing a more stylized-to-game/alternative portrait for her.. i fear i've made her too pretty and taken some of her bite. Oh well. Back to the drawing board..)
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kleptomaniask · 8 days
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[She lays out the scissors - some are small, like sewing scissors, some are very, very large - like, for example, the ones she was using.. last time, a little bronze-and-black number. She picks one up - a big, fat pair of scissors, with a silver blade and red trim - the Grand Opening. She brandishes it above her head, before setting it down again.]
"You can borrow some if you need them for.. I dunno. I guess the delicate part of.. opening people up is Medic's job. Uh, I have a few surgical scissors somewhere here.. don't tell him I have those."
[She mutters, looking through to find the scissors she had managed to stick the guy with.]
"You're bleeding." [She points out, walking towards her slightly.] "What's got you so freaked out?"
[For the past who-knows-how-long, burglar has been sitting in her.. little, slightly barren room in the base, on the bed, looking through her collections. Her eyes are wide and tired at the same time - as they always are, and her face is slack. She usually doesn't spend much time down here - as evidenced by the coating of dust on everything - but she's far too scared - and far too tired - to climb back up into her usual crawlspaces. Slowly, almost methodically, she rolls bullet after bullet into a sunk well on the bed.]
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kleptomaniask · 8 days
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"Thank you!"
[She takes the cards, but somehow, her.. collection.. is looking awfully thin. How...]
@anotherbloodiedbonesaw
@thebubblybutcher
tha Scout urge ta annoy all of your teammates 'cuz you're bored
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kleptomaniask · 8 days
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[The thief has the most cards - but doesn't deem too angry about it. Every so often, one of them just.. dissapears. She leans over to scout. ]
"Hey, can I have some of your cards?"
@anotherbloodiedbonesaw
@thebubblybutcher
tha Scout urge ta annoy all of your teammates 'cuz you're bored
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kleptomaniask · 8 days
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nothing! just don't put anything in the floorboards that you're trying to hide. Anyways, game on?
@anotherbloodiedbonesaw
@thescoutgaymer
tha Scout urge ta annoy all of your teammates 'cuz you're bored
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kleptomaniask · 8 days
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I mean, you can only use the method if no one finds out. Once, I tried to pull that by sliding them under the floorboards, but I know everyone could hear them.. beating..
@thebubblybutcher
@anotherbloodiedbonesaw
tha Scout urge ta annoy all of your teammates 'cuz you're bored
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kleptomaniask · 8 days
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(ooc mod forgot their keys and had to break into their own house (via window) truly felt like a burglar moment)
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kleptomaniask · 8 days
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They say you're "not allowed to eat the cards" but i think that's one of those rules they made up.
tha Scout urge ta annoy all of your teammates 'cuz you're bored
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kleptomaniask · 8 days
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(Working on a portrait for burglar and i made her so fem 😭😭 I guess it makes sense w/ the 60s style of the game but if she were like. A real person in the modern day my girl would never use makeup im so serious it's the autism in her)
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kleptomaniask · 8 days
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"You were wondering why I seemed so shaken-up. That's why." [She sets all of the smaller bullets in a row on the floor. She doesn't really.. have any furniture in here other than the bed.] "You can go if you like... s' just something I was wondering."
[She inspects the few dartguns she has, placing them, as well, in a row besides the collection of stolen bullets - the crescendo in the middle, her stock in the very front - alongside her scissors - of which she's accrued a hell of a collection. She looks at the scars on the back of her neck.]
"And it's probably a good thing that you know that she's got an upperhand.. for battle strategy, or whatever soldier said. You're more nervous than you usually are. Wanna look at my scissors?"
[For the past who-knows-how-long, burglar has been sitting in her.. little, slightly barren room in the base, on the bed, looking through her collections. Her eyes are wide and tired at the same time - as they always are, and her face is slack. She usually doesn't spend much time down here - as evidenced by the coating of dust on everything - but she's far too scared - and far too tired - to climb back up into her usual crawlspaces. Slowly, almost methodically, she rolls bullet after bullet into a sunk well on the bed.]
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kleptomaniask · 8 days
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"Lamb to the slaughter, huh? That's what I wonder, sometimes."
[She sighs, standing up to line up a set of bullets against the wall - in order of type. She's very careful, and doesn't seem to acknowledge the danger sitting in front of her.]
"She's better than I am. That much I'm sure of. That's why I think it bothers me so much - I'm damn good at what I do, but she's better. Much better."
[She finishes the first row, and then goes on to the next one, her eyes still and careful, as if not to think about what she's saying too hard. What it means.]
"Sometimes.. it makes me wonder which one of us is the original and which one is the copy, and if I am, then, well.."
[She flops back on the bed.]
"I'll just keep trying to beat her."
[For the past who-knows-how-long, burglar has been sitting in her.. little, slightly barren room in the base, on the bed, looking through her collections. Her eyes are wide and tired at the same time - as they always are, and her face is slack. She usually doesn't spend much time down here - as evidenced by the coating of dust on everything - but she's far too scared - and far too tired - to climb back up into her usual crawlspaces. Slowly, almost methodically, she rolls bullet after bullet into a sunk well on the bed.]
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kleptomaniask · 9 days
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[She doesn't meet her eyes, at first. - she never really does, for anyone, unless she's looking up at them like a deer in the headlights, deceptively vacant. She looks up at her with those eyes, that seem simultaneously empty and unreadable. blue rings around the pupil, brown-red eyes.]
"I'd be happy to throw you a bone again. People like to chase me around, n' give me an awful lot of trouble.. And, I mean, I usually end up running away, or getting caught in their crosshairs.. but, you know, hide behind a wall or something, and they're too focused on catching the mouse.."
[She idly inspects one of the better gemstones in her collection - a sapphire ring, hanging on a chain.]
"She doesn't like me very much. She makes it clear whenever we meet out there.. which seems to be a lot."
[For the past who-knows-how-long, burglar has been sitting in her.. little, slightly barren room in the base, on the bed, looking through her collections. Her eyes are wide and tired at the same time - as they always are, and her face is slack. She usually doesn't spend much time down here - as evidenced by the coating of dust on everything - but she's far too scared - and far too tired - to climb back up into her usual crawlspaces. Slowly, almost methodically, she rolls bullet after bullet into a sunk well on the bed.]
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