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thecapitol2015-03-19 07:43 pm
fivefingereddiscount) wrote in thecapitol2015-03-19 07:43 pm
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Who | Garrett and you!
What | The Master Thief lurks around in the shadows
Where | Around the Capitol
When | Just before the Crowning
Warnings | tbd
It's been a couple of weeks since he was killed in the arena. As far as he could tell, the game was essentially over, which meant it was definitely time to get out and track down some essential thieving tools. He'd agreed to show Ellis the ropes, after all, and their target had to be back in the city by now. Unfortunately, the natives here hadn't been too wild about talking to him about anything other than the arena, least of all about anything that might lead him to the black market or where he can find so much as a good set of lock picks. Or whatever people used to break in around here.
And so, he finds himself slinking in the alleys, looking no more significant than the shadows and the garbage strewn around as he listens to passerby. Every city had its scummy characters, and they were usually drawn to the alleys like flies to spoiled fish.
What | The Master Thief lurks around in the shadows
Where | Around the Capitol
When | Just before the Crowning
Warnings | tbd
It's been a couple of weeks since he was killed in the arena. As far as he could tell, the game was essentially over, which meant it was definitely time to get out and track down some essential thieving tools. He'd agreed to show Ellis the ropes, after all, and their target had to be back in the city by now. Unfortunately, the natives here hadn't been too wild about talking to him about anything other than the arena, least of all about anything that might lead him to the black market or where he can find so much as a good set of lock picks. Or whatever people used to break in around here.
And so, he finds himself slinking in the alleys, looking no more significant than the shadows and the garbage strewn around as he listens to passerby. Every city had its scummy characters, and they were usually drawn to the alleys like flies to spoiled fish.
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The young man is getting used to the stares, the comments about him, but he can't stand how eager some of the Capitolites are to remind him of how he died and in graphic detail. He reminds them, quite often, that he was there, that he knows how it felt. So maybe he's a little annoyed at his new teacher.
"I'm here," he let out in a murmur.
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Hoods were severely underestimated, in his opinion. Yes, you had to sacrifice some peripheral vision, but the camouflage and the anonymity they afforded were worth it.
"Any idea what kind of hours Nick keeps?"
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That loss was suffered on the mechanic's side too: after all that sacrifice and pain, Nick didn't win. "Gonna git piss drunk, that he does."
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Garrett starts heading toward the tower. There's not much daylight left, which suits him just fine. He wasn't a wanted criminal here...yet...so getting to the room should be simple. Getting inside, however, would be a different story.
"First thing you need to know about working with me: I don't like violence on the job. Especially violence that you could have run away from."
He's well aware of how much of a hypocrit he must sound like to Ellis, but it's it's the truth. He'd never been paid to get in a fight with the guards, and he hadn't no interest in it. Running whenever possible had kept him alive outside the Arena so far. Hell, getting violent in the Arena had gotten him killed.
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The mechanic shrugged, "I'm impartial to violence myself. I can run but if I can finish the enemy off, I can do it jus' fine."
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He quirks an eyebrows.
"What sort of 'horror stories?'"
Was he afraid of some guards? No. He'd faced worse, and it sounded like Ellis had, too. But knowing what to expect from your target's security measures was worth more than almost anything you could possibly steal from them. The bank back home, for example; most thieves had only expected guards. While there were certainly guards, it was the security cameras you had to watch for; once they detected an intruder, they executed their victim themselves. Knowing that he needed to run like hell had saved his life when the system had flooded the vault with poison gas.
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"You've seen th' Tower an' the Districts, Garrett," the mechanic cut to the chase, "There ain't blindspots we can use, or at least ones I can readily find. Unless you're plannin' to use the vents an' those don't have th' structural capacity to hold one man, let alone two." His mind had noted the vents and groaned at the weak plates, "Plus, I dunno about ya, but Peacekeepers aren't huggy-friendly types."
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If security is that tight, though, that does present a problem.
"What if we left in some of the local rabid fans? They could keep the Peacekeepers busy while we slip in with our faces covered."
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More so when he could channel something an early heart-throb. Blergh. He was a mechanic for shit's sake, he should be fixing or building a goddamn car! Seeing a poster of his face in some store made Ellis temporarily skittish around the types that would scream his name. He drew the line at Fireball, that was Nick's and Rochelle's nickname for him and he gave the Capitolite troupe a very stern reminder of that. Probably shouldn't have done that.
"How many do ya need then?"
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He catches the hesitation in Ellis' expression and smirks.
"Relax. Crowds are easy to lose, especially if someone redirects them."
As long as Ellis had the sense to keep his face hidden and his mouth shut until after they were safe from the crowd, it'd be easy for them both to get in.
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An idea, "But you lasted longer in the Arena...you should have more fans." A trolling idea but it had some merits to it as the mechanic stretched his back.
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He shrugs.
"How about Nick? If he caused as much shit as you've been hinting at, I'd bet my right eye that lots of people here are dying to meet him. I bet a few rumours here and there about him coming down to, I don't know, sign autographs in an hour or two would draw a crowd."
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With that as his motivation, El adjusted his hoodie, fixed his hair and put on his best smile, "I think I can work around things. I'll be back in two shakes o' a tail." He did something he never thought he'd ever do unless the situation was dire: he masked his accent.
"Like this?" Without the drawl and the musicality of his usual voice, Ellis sounded like five years older. "I hope it'll be enough."
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He'd wish the kid good luck, but luck didn't have much to do with this kind of mission. After all, they weren't doing anything actually illegal, as far as he knew.
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By the time they were supposed to meet, the mechanic had managed to get a crowd of at least twenty fans clamoring to see not just Nick but a few other Tributes he could namedrop. Not Rick, Luke, or Daryl, those were still high on El's respect list. No one could deny the young man could be a convincing liar when he wanted to be.
"Wassat enough for ya?"
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"That should do it. We just need to get them inside, then slipping through the crowd should be no problem."
Garrett gestures for Ellis to follow him, leading the crowd to the tower as well. They're already excited, but if they're going to be a good distraction, they're going to need to be frenzied. He knows his own people skills are lacklustre, so he turns to Ellis for this.
"Think you can drive them crazy?"
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It wasn't long until the fans were rattled and the mechanic was damn sure Nick would bust his ass after this. It's for the best, the better to raid supplies from other Tributes if the need should arise during the Arena.
"They're worse than a fox in a chicken coop," he remarked as he stared his handiwork.
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He can see the "guards" heading to the door to find out what was happening, and he smiled under his mask as he watched them make the fatal mistake of opening that door. The crowd immediately storms in, pushing the unlucky men out of the way. Garrett slips right by, completely overlooked since the crowd demands more attention than someone casually slipping by like they owned the place.
He does keep his voice low when he talks to Ellis again, though.
"Whatever happens, keep quiet and don't panic. Which floor is he on?"
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He does his best to remain quiet, and realized right as he followed the thief up to the elevator, "Oh shit, Nikita might still be there. Might hafta bait him."
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He pulls a small knife partway out of its sheath. It glints brightly in the light.
"--Will tell us everything we want to know."
In the absence of keyholes on many of the doors, the old 'shiny blade under the door' trick would have to give them a heads' up on whether or not anyone was standing right behind the door.
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Though the ride up to District 7 wasn't that long, or stressful but he warned Garrett again, "Things have been a bit stressful lately." Peeking out of the elevator wasn't a problem, surveillance was the norm, with no blind-spots or anything to help their little quest along.
"How'd ya plan on actually breakin' in though? I doubt yer magic eye thing can bust open a card lock...unless it can...shit, that'd be neat!" Ellis began to ramble as he always did.
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"I doubt it. But I might have something that might."
He hoped the card he'd managed to purchase from a suitably shady man in a properly sketchy backroom of a seedy bar. He had a knack for finding the right people, and he hoped it hadn't failed him here.
"If that fails, I can try picking a guard's pocket. Or you could charm your way in. If the shit hits the fan, though, I say we run."
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"I doubt the guards will be tha' vulnerable."
Seeing the Army's precautions put El on edge around the Peacekeepers.
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At least the coast seems clear, anyway. With no time to waste, Garrett slinks into the hallway.
"Which door is his?"
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Which pointed to a very specific door. There was a part of the mechanic that regretted this adventure, that he should have known better. So he tries to knock on the door, softly mind you, in case his friend had one of those hangovers.
"I...huh...can't do this to a hung-over man, it ain't right," he wavered.
FFFF Sorry about the super lateness!
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