#vamp-orwave

It seemed that locking one's windows was not nearly as commonplace as you'd expect. This was 3 for 3 that he'd been able to just get into a house, quiet as a mouse, through a completely insecure window. Not that he liked doing this, of course, but he'd had it thoroughly drilled into him that direct confrontations were not The Done Thing. He needed to make sure that those fucking bastards would pay for having an innocent ghoul taken out like that. This was the best he could do apparently, so he'd be sure to do it the best he could.

Closing the window behind him with a deeply unnatural silence, just in case someone did get up, he looked around the room. Sensible furniture, not a lot on the walls, and a cat staring directly at him from atop its tower. He put a finger to his lips and continued on his way, hoping the creature wouldn't make a fuss.

He couldn't do a lot about the darkness, but since he knew he wouldn't give himself away with noise alone, he could feel his way around. The floor felt like the type to squeak, but under his feet it did no such thing. This house was a maze in the dark, as most unfamiliar places were, really. He tried at least 4 rooms for as long as it took him to realise he was in the wrong place before he reached his destination.

After a mere one barely-felt stubbed toe, he found himself where he needed to be. There was some moonlight in a strip across the room, permitted by a partially-open curtain, which did make things at least a little easier.

Pulling open his best guess at the jewelry drawer, he rummaged. It was still odd doing things that ought to be loud like this. More odd was stealing. Although, he fully intended to return it later, he just needed to show those fucking assholes he could get in and out to scare them.

Holding various pieces together in the moonlight, he tried to figure out which was the statement piece this ghoul wore most often. His intel was that it was a necklace with rectangular red gems, but everything was in such a tangle it was hard to figure out where one bit ended and another began. How did she live like this?

Whatever, though. He'd get through it. She and her husband showed no signs of stirring, so he could do as he pleased. He sat himself on the floor and started to undo the knots of jewelry, noting that if he wanted her to not notice immediately he'd have to re-tangle what he wasn't taking. Despite the evident clinks of metal on metal on whatever semiprecious stones and things were in the pile, he could hear none of it. Nobody could hear any of it.

Eventually, he both found what he was looking for and extracted it from the mess. Perfect. He pocketed it and put the rest in the jewelry box, then taking out his camera for good measure. Ensuring that the flash was off, he tried to get a good picture of the sleeping ghoul. Difficult in such low light, but maybe it'd look better after some photoshop.

knee upgrade?

tbh it has become a strategy against my ADHD, because I know that if I try to write on the computer I will get distracted by wandering off onto YouTube or checking tumblr every half hour (this is still a problem via having my phone nearby when I'm writing). Writing it out by hand means that the most I can do is stare at the wall while waiting for words to come to me, rather than getting completely sidetracked by "I can't think of the word I want right now, let me go Look At A Thing and maybe the word will pop up in the meantime."

*Three Hours Later...*

hello there, fellow aussie WoDer!

I've been saving this to properly give you a ton of treats on Halloween!!!! 👻✨️🦇

*dumbs bucket of candy into your bag!!!*