Nobody is smart but Daryl Hockney (![]() ![]() @ 2010-12-16 00:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | sherlock holmes |
Who: Daryl and anyone that wants to join!
What: Testing the "broken window theory" (open log)
Where: Redmond
When: Wednesday night, around 3 am
Warnings: Daryl is acting out like a teenager. She might threaten to hold her breath.
With her puzzles from Tim nearly complete - the jigsaw was close, but jigsaws grew tiring quickly - Daryl found herself extremely bored. Two days ago, she had actually paid the bills for her apartment - a first. She rearranged all the books in her room, cleaned the apartment twice, and compiled a chart tracking her heart rate in conjunction with her activity levels and caffeine consumption. But it wasn't enough.
So she had designed an experiment to hopefully keep her mind active so that she didn't suffer the ill side effects of horrific boredom. The "broken window theory" was one employed in New York City under Rudy Giuliani's time as mayor. Though his campaign was successful, Daryl wanted to examine it more closely under her own conditions. She left her apartment at midnight, donning nondescript clothing and carrying her messenger bag. The Redmond area wasn't terribly crime-ridden, but it was far from pristine. Daryl had sought out three locations that were relatively free of graffiti or vandalism, taking notes of any present contamination in her notebook. After taking photographs for her own records, she began to work.
The first location was given mild treatment - one spraypainted symbol she had invented on the spot. The second location was given medium treatment - a broken window in an office building. The third and final location was subject to more intense vandalism.
Though the night air was frigid, Daryl refused to shiver. Shivering was weakness. She dug through the snow, feeling a chill through her thin rubber glove, before finding a buried rock. Fingers closing around the rock, she pulled it out, looking at the building before her. At three o'clock in the morning, the world was silent. She could hear her own breaths, quiet as they were, as warm steam rose from her lips and wound through the air. Shifting, she fixed her gaze on a window several feet before her. After steadying herself, she launched the rock forward. It flew silently through the air before shattering the window, sending an array of glass to the ground. Two more rocks joined the first before Daryl ceased her rock search, stepping close to the building and pulling out a can of blue spraypaint. She shook it twice, removing the cap, before beginning the final part of her experiment.