Anyway, one of my friends used to know the code to my apartment. So they would 'break in' when I wasnt home, eat my snacks, and then leave notes like "Btw you're out of ricecrispies :) please get more". THIS IS MY APARTMENT. GET OUT. It was funny asf tho, and I got used to it over time.
//So uh...first time getting robbed. Thankfully no one was hurt, and it was just some jerk breaking our car’s window last night, stealing a lot of money (to us), credit cards, and most worryingly medical documents and stuff like that...
//But like...damn, I don’t think I’m gonna trust being around that beach anytime soon...’specially around religious statues.
//Pardon any ...like...intense activity or lowered activity. I use roleplay and talking with friends to distract and calm myself. There could be a higher count of hurt/comfort starters/threads incoming.
From the moment she showed up at his doorstep, baby in hand, Celina hasn’t wanted to talk about it. The event that sent her abandoning one ship (a disheveled, ransacked apartment) for another (a man). The same man that left her not too long after finding out she was pregnant with his first child. It’s no wonder Celina still holds a grudge. But, she’s since let up a little bit. If only because, she realized that her methods of punishing Max were also punishing Jade too. And that just wasn’t fair. “Thanks for letting us stay.” While she still couldn’t bring herself to use the words ‘move in’ just yet, it’s still the most she could give him as she combed her fingers through her wet hair. The shower she took after settling in, had helped to relieve her of any stress but nothing could cure her of her nerves around Max. They were on high alert as she stood awkwardly in front of him, avoiding eye contact. Because that was too personal, and they weren’t quite there yet. “I promise it’s only temporary. Just until I figure something else out.” Which would be hard now considering, the money he left her before was gone. Someone took it, along with the only picture Celina still had of her and Max. Which should be more alarming than it is. Because why would a random thief care about some dusty polaroid that had nothing to do with them?
If there was one thing Aubrie felt fortunate about, it was how well she blended in. She was wearing clothes she had shoplifted from a designer store in the Art District, so she looked exactly like every other rich kid in San Myshuno. She looked innocent with her long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and soft features. No one would be suspicious of her walking into the penthouse. Not even the security guards would give her trouble; Aubrie was sure of it.
Loretta had shut down the security system as planned. Since no security system meant no locked doors, Aubrie walked right in and made her way up to the entrance of the penthouse. Once inside, she paused in awe for a moment, amazed and shocked at how large the apartment truly was. It was unlike any place she had ever seen before. She didn’t have time to marvel at it for long though; she had to make her way to the master bedroom. Loretta figured there would only be an hour or so window before the family’s security system being off would trigger a response from the penthouse’s security team.
Despite its size, the place wasn’t too hard to navigate. The master bedroom took up most of the second floor and it was just as Aubrie imagined it would be: luxurious and intimidating, a perfect fit for the Lunsford family’s patriarch and his wife.
It didn’t take long for Aubrie to find the massive walk-in closet and start rummaging through it. All the clothes were designer brands and the shoes alone would be worth thousands of simoleons. She quickly stuffed the goods into a bag she had brought with her. Once she felt she had enough to give Loretta and Jerry, she went for the jewelry. She grabbed a little of what was sitting out in the open, but stopped when she noticed the safe in the back of the closet. Whatever was locked away in there was probably worth more than everything in the bag she had just filled to the brim.
Aubrie, out loud to herself: I’m sure it’s locked, but I wonder if it’s part of the security system or--
She had just started to check it out when a voice startled her and sent her falling backwards on her butt.
Liam, amused: No, it’s not part of the security system. It’s separate. The combination is 84925. But honestly? My mom takes her most expensive jewelry with her when she goes on vacation. So the safe is empty. But don’t worry, you’ll make a fair amount of simoleons with what you were able to grab already.
"Couple'a assholes wanted my wallet." Life in the city is just like that sometimes. Or so Frank abuses the half-myth, half-truth. Petty crime is way down in New York, courtesy of the uneasy joint efforts of the law and the good guys on the other side of the law who pitch in too. Still, it happens just enough to be believable as an excuse for the calling card of his own night work painted all over his face. "I ain't feel like cancellin' all my cards an' shit. Go to the DMV for new ID? Fuck that. I'd rather trade blows. So we went a few rounds."
As proof of his victory, Frank goes digging in his back pocket and pulls out said wallet to flash at Alex with a rogueish grin. "Worth it. I fuckin' hate goin' to the DMV." Just like that he tucks it away again, satisfied that he's successfully sold his story to the poor neighbor lady who probably had a heart attack just innocently turning a corner only to run into his ass looking all tuned up and shit. "Just gonna head inside now, put some ice on this shit, stop bleedin' all over the hallway before they fine me for it or somethin'. You watch yourself, yeah?"
“Robbery is against my own morality... I’m just an ordinary sinner trying to help out around here, Miss.” It was just a habit to step in when he saw fellow sinners about to be robbed or caught in some kind of trouble, helps to keep his vice under control.
“Apologies for that.” He stepped away from Loona once she was safe. “Security guard to the Hazbin Hotel.”
If you get robbed the most important is that you are okay, unhurt and alive as you can recover your things later and if you managed to see the face of the thief you can always report to the police
//Thank you for the tip dear anon! We sadly didn't see the robbery itself, BUT, someone's house recorded the deed in action and there are visuals of what the man looked like and his vehicle. Mum's currently getting a report done with the police.
//Crossing our fingers we can recover the things within the next few weeks, or so. Goodness, it's been a string of bad luck and honestly I don't know how much more I can take...