E.M. / Hound (worksalone) wrote in despairhorizon, @ 2012-07-02 03:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | epoch, hound |
Right on time for the show
WHO: Hound + Epoch
WHERE: Upper Plate, Kartahn's villa
WHEN: Late evening
WHY: Hound is a creep and doesn't knock or say hello
It was quite a lavish place. Hound didn't let his gaze linger on the tasteful topiaries or flowerbeds too much, long past feelings of enviousness and too preoccupied to notice. Instead, he walked the perimeter of the villa, keeping to the shadows using his stealth until he arrived beneath a familiar second floor window, currently rattling faintly with the vibrations of a set of high-quality speakers. He'd arrived just in time for the evening jam it seemed, as planned. It made for good cover. Gauging the distance between the ground and the second floor for a moment, he nodded to himself and took up a running position. With practiced ease, he cleared the space between them with a leap off of a nearby tree, gripping the edge of the railing before pulling himself up with a grunt of effort. After swinging himself up onto the sill, he shook himself much like a dog to shake the stiffness from his arms and hands before edging his way along the last stretch of narrow railing and finally bracing his body against the window frame. Settling on his haunches as much as he could in the narrow space, he peered through the window and crack in the curtains, as much at ease as a common burglar surveying the goods he would soon be stealing. He'd been keeping a watchful eye on this contractor - the power listed beneath his name in the Manual sounded too good to be true - but there was no such thing as too careful, and so he'd come to make doubly sure the Pro-Entropy activity reported nearby hadn't stretched to the peaceful seeming villa.
... No, it seemed not. Epoch, as he was called seemed just as preoccupied with his music as always. Hound settled in to wait with the patience of a Buddha, as he had several evenings in the past.