There's nothing I do better then Revenge
So what if it had taken forever for Eris to find out where he lived or that it had been so long he probably didn’t even remember. This redheaded ass hat had gotten in her way of earning money, and she was taking her revenge.
Eris had waited outside until she saw him leave the apartment building, then waited some more until someone else opened the inner door. She had a backpack on her shoulders but other then that she looked like a jogger with her ball cap to hide her face and sweats. Better to look like a flimsy human then a robber. Climbing the stairs to the second floor she looked around for B200. She even knocked on the door in case someone was peeking through their eye hole. Pulling a bobby pin from her hair and blocking the handle from the camera so it looked like she was unlocking it, she quickly broke the lock and made her way inside.
Closing the door behind her, the blonde cracked her knuckles and was ready to get down to business. Setting the backpack down, pulling out gloves, she put them on and started touching, AHEM breaking everything. Vases shattered on the floor, mirror’s cracked, furniture slashed with the handy dandy knife she had brought along. She knocked everything out of the cupboards and fridge and then made her way to the two doors which held what she assumed was the bedrooms. Opening one door the room was very very very very Pink, Eris didn’t even want to go in there, but alas the need for revenge is strong. So she flipped everything in the room so it was upside down, yes it took a while and maybe she messed up her back but it looked like something paranormal and she liked that.
Exiting she turned into the other room and was shocked at what she saw, a worktable covered with… robots?! She wanted, needed them. Running to get her backpack she returned to the room and began shoving in as many as she could. Eris could sell them, or make then do her bidding, or or make them clean the bar! Giddy as a school girl, Eris pulled out cans of spray paint to make more room for one more robot this one had a face and was actually kind of cute~. Zipping up her pack she then spray painted pictures of poo all over the house. and left the message “I told you, you would pay.” on the kitchen floor.
Back at the front door with 4 new friends in her pack, she exited quietly, wiping the door handle off with her gloves before fleeing.
Coming back to see the apartment was a devastating shock, even with Luna’s warning. Charles hands were gripping the box he was carrying hard, fingers and scraping at the cardboard. His jaw was clenched as his eyes moved from the shattered remains of glass and ceramic objects on the floor, to the ripped up furniture, to the crude symbols painted on various surfaces.
He imagined it must have been even worse when Luna came home. She had been trying to clean things up, according to her texts, but with all this destruction.... It really wasn’t any wonder that things still looked horrible.
Offering Luna a quiet greeting as he passed her, and saying he was just going to set down the box before coming back out to help, Charles made his way to his room, careful not to spread the mess too much. Not that there was any spot that wasn’t completely trashed to begin with. His stomach twisted as he got closer to his door, slowly pushing it open. It.... wasn’t quite as bad as the rest of the house, though there was still obvious destruction.
Eyes wandering to his work space, any lack of damage was quickly accounted for. Robots were missing. A significant number of robots were missing. He couldn’t count how many or figure out just which ones were taken, he had to start helping Luna, but it was obvious that some were taken.
Setting down the boxed metal, Charles could only click his tongue as he left the room.
