Fools Seldom Differ || Jeff
[ EDIT : This is now set after the winter storm! ]
It had to be said that Robin at least learned from his mistakes. His plan remained unchanged from his encounter with Lena a few weeks earlier - he’d break into as many houses as he could, steal everything valuable and then make a break for the real world at his earliest convenience, potentially with the rotten little brat he called a faux-son in tow. For today, at least, he’d lost the brat by insisting he guard their campsite like a good little soldier and the boy had agreed. He was hardly in danger; Robin had scouted the area and there was no sign of animal life for the longest of times and besides, Roland was well hidden with his book and some stuffed monkey he insisted on carrying around with him the majority of the time. He had food and drink; the boy would be fine.
And this mansion...
Well, after this, perhaps they’d both be fine.
He’d staked the place out after locating it on a map of the town, spending some time a few days back to ensure it was abandoned. He hadn’t seen anyone come in or leave, but he’d been waylaid by Roland and his attempts at getting Robin to do as he wanted, so he hadn’t been back. He was confident he could get in and out without too much trouble and oh, he hoped he would hit the jackpot here.
A window shimmied open for him without too much trouble and soon Robin was stalking the inside of the house, collecting easily lifted pieces and stashing them into a backpack he’d managed to procure from another unsuspecting victim in town. People in Storybrooke really did need to pay more attention to their surroundings.
A beautiful little box with solid gold decoration. A piece of glassware that even the untrained eye could see was worth a pretty penny. Literal silverware. All went into different compartments of the bag, some clothed in towels and fabric he found in the rooms of the house. Yes, today was going to be a good day. He could feel it in his bones.