So Fun It Should Be Criminal
Posted Jun 1, 2018 15:12:59 GMT -7
Post by Crew on Jun 1, 2018 15:12:59 GMT -7
For the Academy, it was nearing the end of day hours, each of the institution's clocks reading 9:49 PM. This meant, of course, that curfew for all students would soon be in place. By now, many of them had already left for their rooms, either to prepare for bed, or just to be safe when the clock struck. Others would be transitioning towards the Hall of Portals, which would transport them back to their home worlds for the night. Crew would not be included in either group.
No, instead he was lazying on one of the couches in the common room, at first watching television along with one or two other people. Soon they too would go, leaving him by himself in the common room.He let out a tired yawn, as he watch a show about food with little interest. Every so often he'd check the clock in the room. 7 minutes. 5 minutes. 4 minutes. Why was it that time always seemed to go slower when you paid attention to it? He needed it to be 10 PM so he could finally get what he needed done.
His funds had recently began running low, which meant it was time to make another withdrawal from the bank. This would be a completely innocent and normal activity, for any person other than Crew. Because when he took money from the bank, it wasn't through a ATM or a teller. When he took money, he took it. Directly from the vault and into his pocket. Or stash. It really depended on how much he took. Sometimes it was a few hundred, and sometimes it was a hundred thousand. Whatever he took, it never exceeded a million, due to the fact that'd it bring a little to much heat on him.
He performed these thefts at irregular intervals, and never at the same bank. Thanks to his abilities, doing so was as easy a task as going to a grocery store and getting some milk. He mostly targeted small town banks on his Earth, and mostly those in the US dollar. He rarely traveled beyond the States in any case. He looked at the clock again. 2 minutes till 10 PM.
The specific bank he'd chosen this time ended business hours at 8 PM. His waiting till 10 would give janitors enough time to go through their routine, and guards time to settle in from their routes. How much would he need on this go, he wondered. Maybe ten thousand. That seemed like enough to last him a month or two. A small smirk crossed his lips at the thought.
What sounded like a baritone alarm clock signaled curfew had just been enacted, followed by the lights cutting in the dormitory section. "Finally", he said. in a low voice. Practically hopping up off the couch, he took a few moments to stretch, rolling his shoulders and neck before walking around the couch and down one of the hallways. He opened one of his portals, which to the naked eye just looked like reality had a dent in it, and walked through, disappearing, while the portal remained.
No, instead he was lazying on one of the couches in the common room, at first watching television along with one or two other people. Soon they too would go, leaving him by himself in the common room.He let out a tired yawn, as he watch a show about food with little interest. Every so often he'd check the clock in the room. 7 minutes. 5 minutes. 4 minutes. Why was it that time always seemed to go slower when you paid attention to it? He needed it to be 10 PM so he could finally get what he needed done.
His funds had recently began running low, which meant it was time to make another withdrawal from the bank. This would be a completely innocent and normal activity, for any person other than Crew. Because when he took money from the bank, it wasn't through a ATM or a teller. When he took money, he took it. Directly from the vault and into his pocket. Or stash. It really depended on how much he took. Sometimes it was a few hundred, and sometimes it was a hundred thousand. Whatever he took, it never exceeded a million, due to the fact that'd it bring a little to much heat on him.
He performed these thefts at irregular intervals, and never at the same bank. Thanks to his abilities, doing so was as easy a task as going to a grocery store and getting some milk. He mostly targeted small town banks on his Earth, and mostly those in the US dollar. He rarely traveled beyond the States in any case. He looked at the clock again. 2 minutes till 10 PM.
The specific bank he'd chosen this time ended business hours at 8 PM. His waiting till 10 would give janitors enough time to go through their routine, and guards time to settle in from their routes. How much would he need on this go, he wondered. Maybe ten thousand. That seemed like enough to last him a month or two. A small smirk crossed his lips at the thought.
What sounded like a baritone alarm clock signaled curfew had just been enacted, followed by the lights cutting in the dormitory section. "Finally", he said. in a low voice. Practically hopping up off the couch, he took a few moments to stretch, rolling his shoulders and neck before walking around the couch and down one of the hallways. He opened one of his portals, which to the naked eye just looked like reality had a dent in it, and walked through, disappearing, while the portal remained.