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Post by KaddyMee January 23rd 2022, 11:56 pm

Chimney Swift prepared to leave his makeshift roost for the last time. A block away from his target, the metahuman could yet still see the glinting cases within the shuttered store from his rooftop vantage. Gathering up his jacket and parka, they folded up well to be stuffed into the recesses of the duffel bag slung over his chest, a few quiet clinks heard from the entirely makeshift 'utility belt' situated at his unhealthily narrow waist. The duffel itself was empty; With hope, it'd be filled by the end of the night, which approached steadily. 3 AM, when the last hired security finished circling the block around Fay Jewelers before making a break for the local bodega for his nightly brew... Just like clockwork.

So why was he shaking so badly?

This hadn't been the first foray into theft for Chimney. He'd opportunistically smashed and grabbed from a vault during someone else's bank robbery heist back when he was less mutated, of course it would be attributed to the masterminds and the bank would get a write-off just as well. He could have hid his wings back then, though... It was easy to foot it just as the other crooks had. He'd also refined his lockpicking skills personally on the local governor's abode- Yeah, the one that was taking cash bribes from utility conglomerates that colluded to keep prices high. That one got dicey quickly, and he'd earned a nasty bullet scar scraping along his side for it, but both of those operations were CHAOTIC.

This? Perfectly orderly. All according to plan. He had ten to fifteen minutes to grab whatever he could and wing it. It was a cloudy night, dark with a new moon, and his black clothes draped over what pale skin they could in order to cloak him in darkness and inky feathers against a yawning sky. He knew the codes- Watched the clerk tap them in over and over from his rooftop vantage so he knew they hadn't been changed. Watched exactly where she walked in order to reach the inside security panel- That one had been harder to spot, but he managed it after a week of staking out. Seen that code's entry, too.

There was a distant thought that this would be the first heist as... Something Different, it. Put a greater weight to it somehow. He was no longer human-- Humans couldn't -fly-. He was changing into something else and that almost seemed like it put him on the market for a higher calibre of encounter. He wouldn't be facing the cops, likely, if he was caught here... He'd be facing heroes.

Chimney swift lidded his great golden eyes and steadied his hitching breaths with a few deep, steady ones. Preciously, time slipped away, and yet it took him the space of a few moments to -unstick his legs- from their rigid position on the edge of the roof. Just glide... Enter, snatch, grab, and go...

Easy.

He splayed his arms wide, feathers spanning two dozen feet at their furthest tips, and arced the fan to catch wind as he steadied his footing and leapt. A few powerful wingbeats had his altitude high enough for a neat soar, one that carried him racing down to the side door of Fay Jewelers.

His lockpicks clattered at his waist as he snatched them up and fiddled, simultaneously punching in a code on the keypad next to the door. Two satisfied clicks, a green light later, and he was easing his way in as he tried desperately to steady his breathing. His hammer was already snatched free from his belt as he raced across the store and punched in the secondary code-- An entry alarm wouldn't go off.

Though, following a few gulping breaths, and the trembling raise of that workmans' hammer, the broken glass alarm would.

"Sshhhit..!" He breathed as he scattered glass away from the first case, pulling his bag open and starting to stuff it with the fine, sparkly goods that lay within.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP...
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Post by Nate6595 February 5th 2022, 11:21 am

The evening was quiet.

At least as quiet as a city could be. Although, this particular part of the city was a bit more quiet than one would've expected from a city. It was an odd and almost surreal feeling, like it was its own world separate from everything else. It felt almost lonely to be out here, in this quiet and dark place. Although, it truly wasn't alone, as anyone could simply walk right out...but was it that easy?

Did that make sense? Samuel Grayson didn't think so, but the random drunk, stoner he had helped home had been uttering strange mumblings like that entire way home. And the drunk had been mumbling with such confidence that Sam couldn't help but dwell on it. The fact that it had also been a relatively quiet night in terms of criminals to bust also had the statement all the more present in his head. Maybe because he had been bored out of his mind and there was nothing else to do.

Samuel Grayson, or Odd...or Blackjack...he was honestly still working on his hero name, sat on a perch high above the street. His legs hung over the side of the building as he idly scanned the street, looking for anything that may have stuck out or needed doing. It was common enough to find a hero up on a high place where they could keep a vigil, at least that was what he had learned from old comic books. For the first few months of heroing he had tried to do similar poses to them as he kept a watch, but found that it was killer on the knees to do that. Just crouched, balancing on your feet on the edge of a building, hoping that a criminal would just happen to be on the street below and all just so you could swoop down and look impressive for a few moments before the villain ran off or fought or whatever...

It was not worth the effort. He had learned that relatively quickly, especially after one attempt at a dramatic entrance that ended up with him getting pepper sprayed by the person he was trying to save. Nope, not worth it...

So he just sat there, casually leaning back as did his watch, waiting for something to happen. This had been the worst part of the job. The waiting for crimes. Of course you never want crimes to be committed, buuuuuuuut....no one liked waiting around doing nothing when they had a job to do. He just wanted a villain to do something so that he could get to work instead of watching the same piece of trash float around for hours at end.

It was just as the boredom was reaching all that he could handle that his savior rung out into the night.

An alarm, not too far from him by the sound of it, began to sound!

A robbery? A hostage situation? A cat accidentally knocking something over?! It didn't matter! It was something to do and Sam nearly leapt from his spot. Well, he actually did leap from his spot, beginning to head right for the pavement several stories below him, but right before the impact a portal opened beneath him. As he fell through the portal at his feet, another would be connected, pointed upward so that the momentum of his fall would launch him upward into the air. He listened carefully while in the air, which was something he could've done from his perch, but he was excited.

Once he had gotten the general direction of where he needed to go, and s he reached the zenith of his ascent upward, another portal opened right below him. The portal connected to that one would safely plop him down on a nearby roof, where he soon quickly dash across. From rooftop to rooftop he would work his way towards the sound of the alarm, growing closer and closer with every leap. He had only been a block or two away, so his arrival had been swift, skidding to a stop on a rooftop that overlooked the building. Carefully, he watched the building, waiting to see if the intruder would reveal themselves.
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Post by KaddyMee February 14th 2022, 1:59 am

All seemed well for Fay Jewelers, except of course.. The open back door. Nestled in a tight alleyway, the vantage from the air made it obvious that the door had been swung open and now yawned, letting moonlight and streetlights in on the shadowed interior. Just within the building, a figure-- Something LARGE by the looks of it, and distinctly not humanoid, rustled within... Raising a huge arm to slam a simple hammer down on the glass cases within, and moving along with cases of jewelry tucked away to its' chest. The shape moved with a persistent feathery rustle, seeming too large to really fit between the sleek silver shelves, a dark head of hair obscuring their features as they looked about the interior of the shop.

Of course Fay Jewelers had glass break alarms. Why wouldn't they? That was obvious- and also moot, it was fine, this was fine, just...

Chimney Swift's feathers clattered against the case behind him as he gripped entire box-frames of jewelry to stuff into the duffel bag slung over his chest. His wide eyes darted, scanning for the golds, the platinum displays, diamonds and rubies- valuable things, all the while his thoughts screamed not to get too GREEDY. How many seconds had elapsed? Too many, or maybe not enough... His hammer came down again and again, scattering shards over the floor into a deadly glimmer that crunched under the swift trod of his boots, systematically.

He could ignore the spike of pain that lanced through his fingers on one particularly brusque snatch, but the seep of heat and sight of blood running down into his midnight feathers from the oddly long, and now sliced digits brought him to a stumbling pause. He'd only filled the bag up halfway, but-- It was then that nerves overtook him. With his expression filled with nothing less than fear, he bit back a whimper in his throat and twisted to look toward the door he'd left propped open.

Cautious and flighty was his nature- even feeling the lightness of the five frames in his duffel bag that could easily hold 15 or 20, Chimney's nerves got the best of him. "C-can't do this," He mumbled to himself as he stuffed the hammer into his belt and clutched his bleeding hand close, starting to make a break for the doorway.

To his credit, everything was still perfectly according to plan!... Get in, grab, get out, and it was better sooner than later even though the fencers would probably only buy these at an eighth of the price Fay Jewelers was selling them for, if that. The cuts weren't expected, but he didn't need his remaining humanoid fingers to -fly-. At the end of the alley was a ladder that would take him up to the roof of the building directly next to the jewelry shop, and from there, he could get height and lose whatever cop or metahuman CATS team may be called in to handle him, and after a day or two in hiding, then another week spent on greyhound busses travelling out of state to fence off the jewelry... He'd be safe to return to his home. Return to his siblings, to Giddeon, soon enough.

Just as planned. Maybe Crime DOES pay, maybe it'd be worth the hammering panic in his heart and a couple cuts on his fingers!
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Post by Nate6595 March 6th 2022, 2:39 pm

The city was never a dark place, whether from street lamps or the pollution of lights from the not so distant skyscrapers there was always something to illuminate the night. With that said, though, there was something dark about this street. The shadows cast from the distant and near lights were exaggerated and deeper, making it hard to focus on any one thing. The slightest bit of movement could be anything from a piece of trash carried by the wind to a villain on the prowl, doing all they could to hide within that deep shadow.

Sam realized two things as he looked down upon the street. One, so far one hundred percent of the time it had been trash blown around by the wind and not some vile villain on the prowl. And then two, that from here he would never actually be able to catch the villain if they had chosen to escape through the back way or into some side alley. He was being too passive…again. That had been a habit Mel, his mentor, had been trying to break for some time.

Well, he’d try and do her proud now.

Opening a portal from his place on the ledge of the building, he stepped through and down onto the street below. The shadowy substance that covered his skin acted as a good camouflage with the shadows that clung to the streets, and quietly he shifted towards Fay Jewelers. He stepped carefully through the street, a low presence to the ground, and moving with a grace and nimbleness that barely gave any sign of his approach to the store.

Almost child-like, as he reached the window, he peaked through the front, trying to discern any shape or movement. Much to his disadvantage in that motion, however, while his skin was pitch black, his eyes were a bright white, almost like starlight which would, no doubt, catch the glances of any who even casted a side glance his way.

As he peered into the room his eyes were first drawn to the open back door where the dim light of a back alley light dipped into the shop. His gaze then followed that faint trail of light over to a figure who had been by one of the jewelry cases, with what looked like a bag over their shoulder. If there had ever been a suspicious culprit in Sam’s book, well…this would be it. The question was how to approach the man.

Okay, it was time to plan this out. Option A, he could do what Mel would do and surprise attack, knock him out and turn the crook in. But that didn’t sit right with him, especially against thieves who probably just needed a hand in life. Option B, he could go in and try and talk the guy down…buuuuuut, if the man had a gun and got the first shot off…Sam didn’t like having holes in him. That was only if the man had a gun, though. Option C…he didn’t think this far ahead, so he would just label this one as “improvise” and hope for the best. That was a wild card bet that could go either way, which posed its own problems.

He let out a small breath. He was being passive…or indecisive again. He had to act. He had to do something before the man got out to the streets where it’d be easier to lose him. Not sure which option to go with he opted for the latter of them and with another quick breath to calm himself, he opened a portal and reached through.

Instead of fully going in, Sam just put his upper body through, having it appear behind the feathered thief. A body hanging upside down from a strange black hole in midair probably wouldn’t be a very pleasing sight to a random person. And yet, regardless of that, Sam wore a wide and warm smile as he reached out to tap the man’s shoulder, hoping to grab his attention.

“Excuse me, sir, I don’t think this is legal.” He said simply, still grinning with a strange sort of friendliness.
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