watsonmd (watsonmd) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-06-09 01:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | rogue, watson |
Who: Hayley and Mathias
What: Nothin' much. Little B&E, lots of pathetic apologies and pathetic forgiveness.
Where: Bathos 202
When: Backdated, after this.
Warnings: Pouting.
After leaving Orin and Val’s apartment, Hayley was on a mission. She had promised Val that she would retrieve her valuables immediately, so that’s what she would have to do. She felt a pang of guilt as she walked back into her apartment, with only a wave and smile for the Sabliers. But she had to do this, for Valerie. The woman looked like hell warmed over, and to know that her treasured heirlooms were sitting under the floorboards of her old apartment was probably torture. It was the least she could do.
Though she had promised to go immediately, she needed this detour. She still smelled like food, airplanes, and suntan lotion. The water washed that all away, replacing it with a hint of floral and peaches. She didn’t have the time to dry her hair, merely tying it back into a tight bun at the back of her head. The white stripe of her bangs lay flat over the top of her head, a silver spiral twisting through her bun. Though a part of her wanted to dress as Rogue - to give herself confidence in the likely case that she was breaking into someone’s house for this - she knew that would be foolish. So instead, she wore a black short-sleeved turtleneck that nearly met the edges of her opera-length gloves, a sleek choice. It had been weeks since she’d worn jeans - it was far too hot for jeans in California - and they felt strange, as did her black boots. But she was doing this for Val - a bit of strangeness would be okay.
The bus dropped her off a few blocks from the Bathos apartment complex, and she easily walked the short distance back to it. Her winter coat was buttoned up clear to her neck, a faded green messenger bag hanging off her shoulder. She slipped into the building, hurrying up to the second floor and finding door 202. After knocking a few times and ducking around the corner, she concluded that there was no one there. Perfect. She casually pulled out her lock picking set - a gift from [Destiny] - and easily picked the lock on the door, opening it and sliding inside.
Upon seeing the apartment, however, her heart dropped. It was furnished. There were things hanging on the walls. Someone lived here. Heart pounding, she quickly moved through the apartment, counting the rooms as she went. Val had told her exactly where to find the plank, and after a few seconds of shuffling about, she was sure she was in the right room. Looking between the window and the door, she moved across the floor, hesitating beside the bed. It had to be under there. With a deep breath, she crouched on her hands and knees and crawled under.
The plank was at the very back, fully underneath the bed. Completely hidden, Hayley pulled her messenger bag close, as it contained a hammer and small crowbar just in case. Thankfully, the plank was a bit wobbly to start with, and she had little trouble digging her fingers under its edges and popping it out. Right where Val said it would be, there was the pouch. Hayley didn’t dare open it, instead just stashing it in her bag before replacing the plank. With a sigh of relief, she pulled her knees to her chest and turned, crawling to the edge of the bed with her bag dragging behind her.
She dragged herself out from under the edge of the bed, taking a sharp breath of fresh air. Her freedom would have been sweeter were it not for the man standing in the doorway of the bedroom, leaning on a cane and looking shocked. Green eyes wide, Hayley just stared at him in horror, jaw dropping. She couldn’t even squeak out a word, instead letting out a low whimper as she shrank slightly, body pressed to the floor.