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mapsontheweb · 5 months
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Burglary per County in USA
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iycedrem · 1 month
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How it's going:
Came home from work on the morming of the 16th and noticed that some things were moved around that I don't remember touching. (A shelf under my bed and some stuff on my coffee table)
I had a wedding that I was attending that afternoon, so didn't really have time to look into it and just kinda chalked it up to maybe I just like knocked them out of place by accident at some point and just didn't notice. Immediately went to bed.
Woke up and immediately left to go to the wedding. Had a wonderful time, drank a good bit, and got back home around 8pm.
Now noticing things aren't just moved. Somethings are missing. Snoop a bit further and find purposeful damage to a piece of furniture and signs of forced entry on my basement back door. Someone broke into my house.
Notably and weirdly nothing valuable was stolen. My PC, TVs, Switch, Monitors, Tablets, etc. were all fine. To the best of my knowledge they stole: A Bluetooth speaker (annoying but not the worst thing to lose), a knife my Grandad gave me before he died (the one thing i actually really hate that I lost), a half used pack of AAA batteries (rude, also why?), and a junk box I kept behind my computer monitor that was 90% full of old birthday/ Christmas cards that I just couldn't bring myself to throw away. (???)
After filling a police report, proceeded to order brackets to reinforce my basement door, better locks, and some outdoor security cameras.
The problem is, that stuff isn't showing up for a few days and I'm due back at work tonight for one last night shift before a long weekend and I'm worried this might have just been a casing break-in.
So the plan:
Step 1: reinforce basement door.
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Not a prefect solution, but trying to force the lock and deal with the wedged 2x4 isn't going to be easy, they'd have better luck breaking the glass, which I'm hopeful is too risky to try.
Step 2: Create the illusion that the house is occupied.
External lights and most internal lights are on. Ace up my sleeve though is the 11 hour VOD of Jerma playing Seaman on my living room TV. It's long enough to cover the entire duration of my shift and it's mostly just audio of someone talking with very few sound effects.
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(Note the damaged record console, spot that hid the sound bar was sliced open by whoever broke in)
Step 3: Call upon "The Boys"
My wonderful amazing friends agreed to help watch a livestream of my Webcam to keep an eye out for movement. (A special thanks to @nermish @cefpodoxime @admiralpickle among some other non tumblr mutuals)
Step 4: finishing touches.
A) Set up an alt account on discord so I could watch my own camera stream from work on my laptop.
(Shout-out to @cefpodoxime for this amazing alt pfp that he slammed out in record time for my new laptop account.)
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B) Since the camera doesn't have great view of the entire living room decided to rig a noise trap to alert the stream if some one comes up from the basement.
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Ended up adding another 4 or 5 cans after this pic was taken and stacked them taller to ensure a good clatter noise. Tested how it sounded on the stream and it was definitely distinctive.
And C) Nermish asked if we could rig up a mirror so the stream security could watch Jerma in the reflection.
So, I give you the final view:
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Note the absolutely miniscule reflection coming from the couch in the next room. There's your jerma stream. Combined with the muffled audio that accurately sounds like Jerma is in the next room. This is easily the worst best way to watch a jerma stream.
At time of writing I am 4ish hours into my 10 hour shift and so far no sign of trouble. Will update if something happens or not. But honestly the absurdity of this set up has made the entire ordeal easier to stomach.
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That little “Yesh” 🤣👍
I don’t know why but I love this acting choice, saying it like that.😜
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jepergola · 3 months
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New story today: "Maladaptive Daydreaming Can Be a Real Drag"
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chill on ts frfr bro😭
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if-you-fan-a-fire · 1 year
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""Patriotic" Thieves Take Victory Bonds," Montreal Star. May 7, 1943. Page 3. --- BURGLARS broke into the Atlas Dry Goods Company store at 2038 St. Lawrence boulevard last night, smashed open the safe, and stole $700 in cash and $1,200 worth of Victory Bonds.
The thieves entered an adjoining vacant house and first tried to pierce a hole through through the wall between the two buildings. Unsuccessful, they next broke through a skylight to the roof crossed to the Atlas Building and chopped an opening to the second floor. It was then an easy matter to reach the safe and smash it. The theft was only discovered at 9 a.m. today.
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ifeelalot · 1 month
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ranarh · 6 months
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Asleep
"Asleep", acrylic on paper mounted to canvas board, 30×40cm. A repaint of an Inktober piece. I have done several of those lately, as I find myself thinking in colour so much that I typically know exactly which colours a black and white image is supposed to have. That can be an issue for monochromes; I love using colour and wanted to paint a few ideas I had during these challenges. I considered drawing them again, especially when there were small mistakes in the drawing, but for now have been perfectly happy simply painting over them. Maybe I'll come across some in the future that I like enough as a drawing to keep them - I did once when I wanted to paint larger than the ink drawing. Anywho, this was originally created for the prompt Sleep and drawn with ink pens and markers, then mounted to board and painted in acrylics, using them in a watercolour fashion, I especially loved the bloom effect of the strong spotlight from above on the guard's armour. You can read a longer walkthrough in my art blog, https://wordpress.com/post/jenniferslange.wordpress.com/765
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mystery-star · 6 months
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Whumptober 2023  - Day 23 | “Who’s there?”
Pairing: Ben Wade x reader (gender neutral)
Warnings: burglary, violence and injuries
Words: 1129
A/N: Day 23 for Whumptober, today’s prompts: Shadows | “Who’s there?”
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You weren’t sure if it had been the sound that woke you or if it happened after you were awake. But you instantly knew that you didn’t like it and first considered to just stay in bed and try to hide. Once you saw shadows outside that seemed to be sneaking around your house, however, you simply had to get up, hating the fact that exactly that night Ben and his gang had to leave for a robbery. Or maybe whoever was out there knew they were gone and this was why they were here. You grabbed the gun on the nightstand and put on a dressing gown, rubbing your eyes a little as you cocked the weapon and slowly tiptoed out of the bedroom, trying not to make a sound. There was a creak you knew all too well; it was when someone stepped onto one of the floorboards of the kitchen. And that also made it obvious that someone was in the house. A part of you hoped it was just Ben who had returned and didn’t want to wake you up.
“Who’s there?” you called, hating that you were shaking a little. The fact that you got no reply made it even worse because that meant it wasn’t Ben. It made you freeze because you didn’t know what to do. Perhaps you could deal with the person but what if there were more than just one? Maybe it was better if you just left and got help from the sheriff even though Ben would not really like it. Then again, he could just stay away a couple hours longer until the coast was clear. You didn’t even really need to consider it much, you had made up your mind already and instead tried to get to the door. Just when you reached it and tried to open it, you heard steps right behind you and when you turned around all you saw was how your attacker swung a long item at you – what it was you didn’t see – and it collided with your head. With a groan you stumbled back against the door, trying to find the handle again despite the piercing pain in your head but then he hit you again and you fell down, your hand coming to the spot that hurt most on your head. You could already feel the blood and let out a moan of pain. Panic rose in you because you had dropped your gun too and that took basically everything you had for your defense and were completely at his mercy. But at least he seemed to notice that and instead of hitting you again, he roughly grabbed your arm, yanking you with him to the kitchen where he used the waist tie of your dressing gown to tie your hands to the metal bar next to the stove before continuing his work. Trying to calm yourself and the pain with some deep breaths you leant your head against the stove and hoped he would simply leave after he was done and not harm you further. Once he had emptied the kitchen of its valuables, not much of course, he approached you.
“Where are the valuables?”
“Bedroom” you muttered. “in the dresser. There should also be money” in a way you didn’t care if he just took it all; you wouldn’t miss the money and you could just replace what he took. At least he left and you glanced after him before you tried to free yourself and get out of here that he could not come back to kill you. Using your teeth to undo the knot hurt a lot due to the wounds on your head but slowly, you managed to undo them and your hands were free. Since the guy had taken your weapon, you grabbed a knife from the counter that you could defend yourself if the guy noticed you were leaving and tried to stop you. But just when you reached the door, you saw the handle moving and your heart skipped a beat. Without thinking you jumped behind it and slowly the door opened before you heard someone sneak inside. Oh great, the robber had brought backup. You held your breath in fear he would discover you but it was of no use because before you could even consider to lunge at him he turned to check behind the door and at this you just leaped forward with the knife raised high. To your surprise you even seemed to catch him somewhere near the shoulder but at the same time you were hurled away and you stumbled over your feet, knocking your head against the still open door so you let out another sound of pain.
“(Y/N), fuck” only when you felt a soft hand on your arm did you realize that the alleged intruder was actually Ben.
“Oh shit” you too groaned and dug your hand into his jacket, feeling glad that he was back “Guy’s in the bedroom” you just muttered. He gave a nod and handed you the knife you had attacked (and probably also hurt) him with.
“Stay here, I’ll take care of it” you only nodded and grabbed the knife tightly. Your husband quickly walked in the direction of the bedroom and it wasn’t before long that you heard a shot and then the sounds of a fight and after about half a minute a second shot. After that it was quiet and you too held your breath, not sure what had happened or who was dead. When you saw Ben coming towards you, a little more bruised than before but still very much alive, you let out a sigh and wanted to shoot up to hug him but felt too weak “It’s over, he’s dead”
“I figured as much” you muttered with a slight smile as he knelt down and carefully picked you up to move you to the kitchen. “Sorry for hurting you”
“Don’t. I’m glad you did and proved capable to do something. I might have just killed you if I didn’t know who you were, lingering behind that door.” A shiver ran down your back and you nodded.
“So you knew someone was inside?”
“Found a guy looking like he was standing guard. Silently got rid of him and then tried to sneak in”
“Well, you did sneak in” he chuckled and sat you down on a chair, starting to examine your head
“Didn’t calculate with being attacked right there”
“You turned around to me”
“Just for precaution to see if someone was there”
“So you did calculate with it”
“Well maybe I did. But better to be safe than sorry”
I do think we’re both sorry now”
“And yet we’re both safe now”
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Taglist: @woman-with-no-name
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clemsfilmdiary · 5 months
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Catch Me If You Claus (2023, Bradley Walsh)
12/4/23
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unaffiliatedpangolin · 7 months
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Leftists act like killing someone burglarizing your home or robbing your place of business is some major loss to society, or to our culture as a whole.
It really isn’t any loss at all to kill them. They aren’t doctors or engineers or entrepreneurs who are making a worthwhile contribution.
They are a drain on everything around them. Killing them should be met with congratulations.
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bitchingcriminal · 1 year
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Oh hi Emma. You were hot as hell in the “Bling Ring” but only part of that story was actually told.
The Real Bling Ring has more information and Im fucking loving it.
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tenth-sentence · 1 year
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"I gave it to them!" squeaked Bilbo, who was peeping over the wall, by now, in a dreadful fright.
"The Hobbit" - J. R. R. Tolkien
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#409
You open the door to see everything in the room messed up. You look up and you just catch a figure in a black outfit glancing over their shoulder at you before making their escape through the window.
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miqojak · 2 years
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FFXIV Write Prompt #2: Bolt
"Many a thief is a better man than many a clergyman, and miles nearer to the gate of the kingdom."
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There was something like nostalgia, in the simplicity of tweaking a bolt lock - something satisfying in the soft 'thunk' as the weight of it falls back, granting you free access to all that it really shouldn't.
She'd tried to explain her hobby of breaking and entering to her Wolf... to no avail, even after all this time. Some things, they just weren't meant to share, perhaps.
It did make her miss Kincaid, however, as she passed by the bedroom door that hung open - he'd understood this quirk of hers. Maybe it just made her feel in control... to know that someone else's life would be out of control, and it was all because of her.
The diminutive burglar makes her way around the un-lit space - deft little fingers prying and plying at every little crook, and crevice - the more money they had, the more inventive their hiding spots, was usually how it went, after all.
She'd never once thought about wanting someone there with her, until she'd begun doing B&E's with that Stray of hers, and now... now it was as though he'd always been there, and his lack of presence was practically a presence all on its own.
Maybe they never should have gotten into bed together.
Maybe if they'd just stayed friends.
But he'd warned her, hadn't he? He'd feared it, himself - that he'd get close, and he'd bolt again. And for a time... for a time they'd had something good. But their paths diverged, and not long after admitting that he was slowly dying, he'd simply... disappeared, leaving her one last token of their shared affection.
That, and the little purple orb that she rolled in her palm, at present - a minute portion of his essence within.
She'd take what she could get.
For once in her life, Jak wished for a friend - not just any friend, but this particular one; the one with a smirk sharper than any rogue's blade - and a quick, infectious laugh. The one who just wanted to enjoy the youth that had been - and was continuing to be - stolen from him.
They take a piece of you, when they go - and how many pieces can one person lose, before they aren't really a person, anymore?
And that's why she'd known it was stupid to get close to him... or anyone else, for that matter - it only ever ends one way: grieving, and alone.
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if-you-fan-a-fire · 9 months
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"Soldiers Plead Guilty To Cigarette Theft," Montreal Star. August 3, 1943. Page 3. --- Two soldiers, Joseph A. Briand, 19, and Joseph E. Paquin, 23, stationed at Longueuil, pleaded guilty before Judge J. C. Langlois today to a charge of burglary and receiving cigarettes, valued at $50, from a store at 3661 Ontario street east. They will be sentenced on Thursday.
They were arrested by Sgt. Dets. Paul Hetu and J. Jette, of the city night patrol.
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