close the doors & sit awhile Who: Liliya & Mercy Where: Liliya's office When: Morning
They always seemed so cold and formal, those emails that told the local family members she was now kicking around their one horse town. Those emails that she hadn’t sent. See, she couldn’t send half of the versions of ‘hello’ she came up with because from what she remembered of who was already there told that at least one of them was from old money and was going to turn their nose up at her choice of words. Or just go ahead and stare at their screen awhile like they’d never seen the words in their lives. Really, the best way to avoid all of that was to bypass the emails and that entirely and just meet the others with or without announcing herself. Announcing yourself was for the ladies and Mercy had never once been accused of being one of those. Hadn’t ever been overly good at pretending either unless she had someone resembling a gentleman to use as a prop. Which she didn’t.
Well, the blood doll didn’t count.
There was no point in using that little façade when she was really quite set on the breaking and entering part, anyhow. There was no one around to see anyway, unless you counted security cameras, and Mercy wasn’t sure she did. She was, however, both bored and fully content with justifying her actions with the idea that if she could get into Liliya Kennedy’s offices without alerting anybody then there was nothing to say nobody else couldn’t do the exact same thing. It wasn’t just that she could get away with breaking into a fellow Cyri’s office because the embarrassment of her breaking in was probably worse than the crime for a lot of them. Truth be told, though, she had taken apart what she knew of Kennedy’s living and working arrangements. At home, a mortal was possibly the best security system you could have. At work, they were… a mid-day snack?
For the death of her, Mercy couldn’t decide if it was funny, tragic or actually a little creepy that she could remain stood in the space that the door hid each time it opened, with Kennedy’s Assistant or secretary or whatever she was supposed to be running in and out with… things. Like that newspaper, she confirmed, scanning the desk as the door closed again. The newspaper definitely hadn’t been there before. Her fingers curled in something resembling frustration as she realised she couldn’t rightly just wander over and palm it to see the headlines. Now those, those she hadn’t checked. And didn’t actually care to but for pure curiosity. Wasn’t hers, though. Breaking into an office building served a purpose. Taking someone else’s paper was just rude.
“C’mon, girl.” Her hands tapped out an impatient rhythm on her thighs, pausing for a moment so she could examine her nails as the door swung open and eventually shut again. Eating the staff was another no-no. But in a moment Mercy was going to go out there and ask that woman at the desk when Ms. Kennedy would actually be turning up. This was getting boring.