Good Targets Are Hard To Come By (Jasmyn)

[Keith]

Timestamp: 4th of Summer, 513 AV

It was a nice crisp evening, not too hot nor cold and the ruby sun was blazing through the dark clouds and giving a nice vibe to the time of dusk as Keith was strolling through the streets. Not like any of it was worth spending on the useless junkie that Keith was. Unable to admire or appreciate anything but the everfading feeling of his highs.

As such he slouched through the streets in an uncomfortable and strange manner, slightly bent forward and clearly hiding something underneath his coat. While this wasn't his first 'run', he was still inexperienced and lacking in the arts of subterfuge and moving about unnoticed. Fortunately he didn't meet many people on the way to his targetted zone.

Above all else, he didn't want to meet one person in particular; The new proprietair of Sunset Quarters, Jillene Ironside, fighting her would be unwise to say the least. An Isur with underground connections and stories about her past that are exponentially growing in savagery and prowess with each passing day.

No matter his Nettled Cloak or dagger, if she found out he was trespassing with ill intentions in her neck of the woods...There'll be no sunrise for him.
Beads of sweat drifted down his face and neck as he moved through the setting darkness towards the Sunset Quarters; Once moving freely through the rambly shady appartmentcomplexes, he started making his way into one appartmentcomplex in particular where he saw plenty of darkened balconies and windows that seemed to hold no life in them.

Stalking through the hallways, his grip around the crowbar tightened.

[Jasmyn Cooper]

The evening had brought a blessed short break from the summer heat. Jasmyn couldn’t help but feel joyful due the slightly cooling weather. Perhaps she would be able to rest well tonight rather than constantly waking up from the heat. Her day had been pretty uneventful. She was currently without any kind of job which was never something Jasmyn enjoyed. She didn’t like the free time between jobs. If she wasn’t wounded or in need of supplies she would much rather be off doing another job so she could be collecting as much coin as possible. But today she had been forced to spend the day wandering around Sunberth in the morning and afternoon heat, looking for any kind of job. Unfortunately she was unable to come upon anything and eventually Jasmyn headed home after a brief stop in the Drunken Fish just to see if there were any rumors she could overhear that could lead to some kind of reward. She found no such thing, instead overhearing a bunch of talk about well-endowed prostitutes. She didn’t stop in on her mother on her way home. Chances were her mother was still working and visiting without coin to give her mother seemed like a pointless visit. Jasmyn decided to visit her another day when she was confident her mother would be home and with coin to leave her. So she headed back to her apartment in the Sunset Quarters, doing her best to avoid any kind of conversation with anyone just hanging around. Once back at her apartment Jasmyn simply spent the remainder of the evening lying upon her cheap bed, staring up at the ceiling while going through a list of options in her head for what she could do tomorrow. She would need to find another job to do sooner rather than later. The cool evening air relaxed Jasmyn’s tense body as her eye lids slowly became heavy.

[Keith]

After softly stepping through the hall and over the cheap but cushioning carpet, he decided there was no way for him to find out whether or not someone was inside the room he was going to target. As he cursed himself for not planning and preparing better, he went to the far end of the corridor and stopped in front of the door there.

With crowbar stashed underneath his cloak and arm, he stood in front of the door before lowering down onto one knee and placing the crowbar carefully against the wall next to him. He then proceeded to take out a pair of slender lockpicks in different shapes and proceeded to slide them into the lock, in an attempt to open the door in an illicit manner. After some rummaging with the picks, in a very amateuristic manner since he usually prefers to use the less subtle but 'faster' crowbar.

He was about to give up when he luckily got them both in the right position and motion at the same time; With a small click he could hear the lock spring open, first step was made; Now to get some loot and bail out of here. He pushed open the well oiled door, so no creaking sounds were made and to top it off the floor of the room had a rug on it.

Everything was going his way, until he stubbed his toe against a small cupboard in the dark and caused a small item to topple over with enough sound to wake up nearly all but the heaviest sleepers. He flinched and held his breath in an attempt to hear someone shuffle around or wake up. His sweaty hand clenched down on the crowbar as he feared the consequences for his rookie mistake.