#casing the joint

[jev-urisk]

Seven Sentence Sunday✨️

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The 7 sentences (more like 19) today are from Ch 15: Tea Party, of my WIP 🌐7 Circles🌐, from Kazimier's POV 💋

The chest he found in Klaus’ closet has been a fun discovery- unlabeled and un-locked.. er, de-locked.. The damn thing had no hole for a key to go in. Lockless. Probably opened with Nexi tech. Nothing to be done; he wasn’t going to risk setting off an alarm or worse by breaking it open, and if Klaus was the kinda ‘Cubi to dine-and-dash a bitch Kaz wouldn’t have enough time to repair it and discreetly put it back. Maybe later, if he figured out what arcane jewelry opened it.

Also without labels were the scores of bottles and containers in the bathroom, which seemed to contain all sorts of woowoo ointments and tinctures. Were unlabeled bathroom supplies in-vogue or whatever? Or were they all homemade, given Klaus’ curious medical expertise? Kazimier had found among them a pitch black pomade of sorts. Was the fullblood so stressed he’s poppin’ grays and needed to cover ‘em? Guess that’s embarrassing in a fully immortal district, huh. Even if Klaus could probably rock salt-n-pepper he was resorting to the basic bitch of shapeshifting- dying or cutting one’s hair. It’s the exact basic bitchery Kazimier had indulged in until Klaus returned. If he ever desired to be soft and sultry he’d usually just.. Shift. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually shaved. His body hair isn’t thick, but Kaz didn't like the way the dark green hair looked like literal pine trees when the sun hit his bare legs. Another reason to hate the sun. Kazimier was making the final passes on his legs in the shapeshifter-sized tub when Klaus returned with a misplaced scowl. Klaus had basically given permission to use it as long as he could follow ‘Don’t make a mess’.

Kazimier rooting through an entire flat and taking a bubblebath after is one of my favorite parts in the first half of the book 🫧😂

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[buttotters]

This toad has been in this same spot every night for the past two weeks.

[themancorialist]

New Cathedral Street, Manchester.

[wedding-shemp]

And the award or most upsetting customer ever goes to the lady who left her cigarette outside on the window ledge of the store, walked around for about ten minutes, then left the store,  picked up the cigarette, and continued to smoke it.

[thecopperscales-blog]

Way to get discouraged, self.

"Avoid confrontation". You didn't specify that I shouldn't go around blackjacking people. It's not confrontation if they don't know I'm there. It's Blackmail all over again. And I hated Blackmail.

Had to exit the game because I'm panicking already.

This is gonna be hard.

[teenwolflestat]

Also, she wanted to do something known in the crime industry as ‘casing the joint.’ ‘Casing the joint’ means observing a particular location in order to formulate a plan. For instance, if you are a bank robber - although I hope you aren’t - you might go to the bank a few days before you planned to rob it. Perhaps wearing a disguise, you would look around the bank and observe security guards, cameras, and other obstacles, so you could plan how to avoid capture or death during your burglary. Violet, a law-abiding citizen, was not planning to rob a bank, but she was planning to rescue Sunny...

A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Bad Beginning (Lemony Snicket)

[andampers]

Casing the Joint

When an orthopedic surgeon gets too deep into his gambling debts, he joins up as the muscle in a high-stakes heist crew.  This fall on NBC...Casing the Joint. You've got to break a few legs... #CasingtheJoint You've got to break a few eggs to keep your legs! These storm systems have gotten a lot less interesting ever since they became less a harbinger of God's impending judgment and more weather Indiana Jonesin and the Ark of the Covenant of Jonathan and David. Not a spoiler: the contents of the ark are a bucket o' SnakeOil (TM) and a trove of king-size condoms Is the act of murder distributive; does toppling Goliath make David a giant. #magnums? #really? The throughline of the movie: who requires - deserves - the throne of the king? In this metaphor, is the throne the seat or the sword? What does it mean, in this context, to crown. Setpiece: Lighting candles in the Shirley Temple to divine, Topper Bottom? #votive "Bring me an hundred foreskins of the Phillistines."="Scalp 'em."="Give 'em head, David."