Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20150722165754/@comment-26130256-20150723015039

(Inspiration for this dream provided by this .  And I'm sorry, first posts are always the longest, and this one has a new backstory to explain and a dream sequence.  What was I thinking.)

''The Four Sands Mirage Casino in Atlas. One of the shiniest jewels in the kingdom, with a vault big enough to play baseball in. And here he was, seconds from overloading the encrypted password and walking into a modern-day Cave of Wonders....''

Azulius Cardamom was dreaming again. He knew he was dreaming, but he really didn't care at this point. Compared to the dull monotony of prison, dreams were sometimes your best and cheapest escape. He probably had a few minutes more until the wake-up call sounded, so he may as well keep going.

''After what felt like an eternity, the gate clicked, and the door opened. Stepping over a still-sleeping guard, the small crew of heisters gazed upon the enormous vault, easily bigger than any job they had ever pulled before. Which was saying a lot.''

''"We've done it, boss," one of them said, awe in his voice. "The Four Sands Mirage.  I promised myself I wouldn't cry..."''

''"And I promised myself I wouldn't get hot and bothered until we got out of here, and yet here I am," the female of the group admitted, breathing heavily. "Let's start loading this money and get going."''

''"You guys get started," Azzie ordered, pulling out a pair of lockpicks and strolling to a door in the vault wall marked "Private". "I need to get the thing our employer sent us here to get in the first place." The lock opened without complaint, and the thief walked into the room. But the room was not the casino vault he remembered from ten months ago. It was a courtroom, and he was now wearing a drab government-issue suit instead of his usual blue pinstripes. The judge was reading the sentencing.''

"But regardless of the inumerable allegations, rumors, and suspicions which surround the character of Mr. Cardamom, this court can only convict and pass sentence on those actions which can be proven beyond a reasonable doubt.  With this charge in mind, for the crime of income tax evasion, the court sentences 'Azulius Mignoli Cardamom to five years in Beacon Prison, pending further information about his other criminal activities.  If said criminal evidence can be procured during Mr. Cardamom's sentence, then he will be prosecuted accordingly, otherwise, the statute of limitations will be in effect and he will be considered innocent.'"


 * BBBBBLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRMMMMMM!!!!!*, the alarm finally sounded.  Azulius shook himself awake, getting really tired of dreaming about his court hearing.  Here he was, one of the greatest con artists and thieves of his generation, rotting away in prison.  Not for crimes he didn't commit, but for crimes he committed untracably.  Everyone and their grandmother knew he was guilty of a lot of thefts, but the law wanted "beyond reasonable doubt", and every time, he covered his tracks well enough for the police to come up short.  So when the law found something they could pin on him, they did so, even if it meant years in jail for simple tax fraud.  And the target was still on his back.  If he did anything that could link him to his past jobs, he was staying in the slammer until Judgement Day.

After a few more moments of introspection, he grabbed his deck of cards and made his way to the cafeteria for breakfast, resigning himself to another day of working out, practicing his magic, and watching the world pass him by. Living the dream.