His Sister's Keeper
A cord was wrapped tight around his waist, holding the only tools he needed: a set of lockpicks, a pouch containing various cheap magical trinkets, a grappling hook with a short length of rope, and his dagger.
Bunny Oddessy : Hair of the Shaman
Nods tubula, ..to this response, ..they all had there gaze upon me,.. especially tubula, ..now i know, what a lifetime of experience does to a face, ..explaining, ..how i'd gotten in with the use of a rock and lockpicking.
Tales From Switch City: Zach's Tale
Now he was going to need a lockpick to come out, or get the car towed! this was unbelievable. no, something strange was clearly going on. he reconsidered his earlier thought that this might be a dream, but everything felt so real.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 14: The Glen Between Shadows
Cordenth's gift, a satchel embroidered proudly in drenedar's colors, came with playful teasing, drawing soft laughter from the gathered crowd, even as lyndis slipped into his palm a set of lockpicks with a knowing, mischievous wink that left him blushing crimson
Public Enemies: Welcome to Crows Point Prison
Shit...me and johnny were in quite a pickle...no guns, no lockpicks and absolutely no way to contact the others....i wonder how jamie is doing? i can't believe the cops would nearly threaten her with a gun....what fine citizens of the law!
Arc 1 - Part 6 - The Darkest End
His fingers and lockpicks at work as he carefully probed the locking mechanism, his long naked tail swishing back and forth behind him.
Star-Raven on the Remains of Planet Mznat
They flapped over to the last door located in the back corner of the hallway, and third wheel scanned it, preparing to take out his lockpick gadget- "i'd stand back if i were you," said skree, drawing a blaster and pointing it at the door.
Alcatraz Ch. XVIII-Prospice
He wasn't exactly known for lockpicking but it was a talent he'd picked up without much use for. it was much easier to just kick in a door. walking out, kyle immediately pulled a small knife from his coat when he was out of view.
682 The Squirrel From Hell
"this is my cat's lockpick, _bitch_," she mutters, if only for her own satisfaction, then rams her fist all the way up inside the creatures cervix to the shoulder, focuses all her power on the one point surrounding her clenched fingers, and for a few moments
Praetorian Guard 1&2
Once inside, i stole the lockpick i knew i would need. i also took a padlock i knew i could afford, left fair deal of my own money more than it was worth as a tip. breaking in or not, i wasn't going to steal.
Let Them Have Cake
They were good quality lockpicks made from fine, castle forged steel, and would never bend or break, even against the heaviest sprung locks.
Mean You No Harm
_Fran had worked the nightshift at a convenience store. It had suited her in some ways. After a short, mercifully optimistic period of settling into it, it had become customary for her to think of herself as hating her job. Most people hated their jobs...