Res (reactionary) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-04-24 07:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | keane, keane and res, res |
partners in crime
Who: Res and Keane
When: Late morning through early afternoon
Where: The lobby, all over B Deck
In high school, Res had jobs all four years in different hotels in Detroit. She had learned that, more or less, most hotel computer systems were essentially the same. When you knew how one system worked, it wasn't hard to pick up another. And when you knew how the system basically worked, it wasn't too hard to look out for things you wanted. Res had spent a lot of time in the lobby during the night, reading on one of the couches. When she had what she needed, she went to her room to sleep. She returned to the third floor in the morning, and spent a lot of time in the chapel. As soon as she saw the girl from guest services leave the front desk, she acted.
Acting like she belonged there, she headed into the lobby, jumped the desk, and crouched down in front of the computer. SCORE. The girl was still logged in. Well... Genesis St. Vincent... you are about to lose your job. Or, would, if they made it back to humanity.
She worked fast, clicking away while she found the information she wanted, and then scribbling down room numbers. Then, she made keys. She was done and off to the elevator before the girl returned to the lobby.
All the rooms she was looking for were, mercifully, on B-Deck. That made acting like she wasn't out of place easy - it was her own floor. All in all, what she did was disturbingly easy.
Res had never answered Keane's last private message to her, which was... easily disturbing. That meant bad shit was brewing, or at the very least crazy shit, and something he should probably be working to talk her out of. The bitch of it was he couldn't find her. She hadn't made the post in her room -- she had to be in the computer cafe. But by the time he got there, she was gone. He looked all over the bloody place for her, and after accepting the fact that Res would not allow herself to be found until she was damn well ready, he took to pacing the halls on B Deck. This way he'd see her come back, at least. What he didn't expect was to run smack dab into her as she came out of a random room. "-the hell?"
Keane had excellent timing. That was Res' last room. "Keane! Great to see you!" Grinning, she tossed a backpack into his arms. She was carrying her guitar case. "Run."
Keane sputtered as he caught the bag, which was quite heavy. "What? Run? Where?"
"Our room." Res didn't refer to their rooms as that - they always kept the door open between them. "Go!" With that, she gave his arm a pull and took off like a bat out of hell down the hall. She knew Keane. He'd do what he was told and ask questions later. It was such a good system.
She was right, Keane did run -- mostly because he knew if absolutely nothing else, Res had just done something she was very expressly not supposed to. So, yes, running. He ran with her down the hall and into her room, confused expression on his face the whole way. "What was that about?"
Res was beaming. That had worked so well. So much better than she had ever expected. She made a squeeful sound as she dropped her guitar case on her bed. The guitar that should have been in it was propped up near the wall. "That was perfect. No one saw a thing."
Oh, bloody hell. What had she done? Whose room had that been? Keane winced as he held the backpack out. "Do you mind telling me what I'm an accomplice to?"
Still grinning, Res took the backpack from him, unzipped it, and dumped it out over her bed. What came tumbling out were guns, clips, boxes of ammo, tasers, and pepperspray. Dropping the empty bag, she flipped open her guitar case to reveal more of the same. "Don't get mad!" she said, looking up at Keane. "You gave me the idea."
Keane's eyes had widened to Anime-like levels. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCKING FUCK OF ALL THAT EVER FUCKED, FUCK! "Oh my God, Res, what did you-- wait, me?! Are you off your fucking head?!"
"You did!" Res insisted. "You told me last night what Kaz said when you PMed him and I thought 'hey, that's a pretty good idea! Someone I trust should do it before an idiot tries it!' And I thought I was perfect for the job. Altered, a bit. I got rooms of a few missing security guards and searched their rooms. A lot of their stuff was still there."
Oh God. Oh God, oh shit, oh fuck, oh crap in a fucking hat. "Do you know how many laws you just broke?!" Wait, fuck, since when did that ever stop her? "Do you know how... fucking fuck this is the most crap idea ever! Kaz was joking! I think. Definitely, absolutely, probably joking, and you...! Oh, fuck."
"Keane, calm down." Res said, putting her hands on his shoulders. "Breathe. Nobody knows. And I didn't take them all. But if they stayed in there, then eventually, whoever's left in charge would take them and probably keep them all at security. With the majority of security gone, it would be a very stupid thing to have them all sitting in one place, waiting to be taken. So I took some. And if we're found, or we're still here in a few days, I'll tell everyone what I did and why. I'm not going to use any of them."
Oh God, she would find that logical. That was right up her fucked up alley. "Res, I know you're a control freak, but this is like... epic new undiscovered universe of what the fucking fuckery. Do you know how much time you would do for this?"
"No." Res admitted. "Do you?" she asked, staring blankly at him. She'd known he would take some convincing, but eventually he'd come around to her side. This was The Plan.
Keane stared back at her. "That's not the point! You're a felon and I'm an accessory!"
Res smiled softly. "I'd never tell anyone you helped me." she reminded him. "You're not an accessory. If you'd known what had happened in that room you wouldn't have budged."
...Oh, no. She was not allowed to smile at him like that. Dammit to hell, he was absolutely determined to continue thinking with his brain! Damn her! "How did you even get in their rooms?!" he finally managed.
Res reached in her jacket pocket and pulled out a small stack of room keys. Then she headed over to the window, opened it, and tossed them out. She watched them hit the water and turned back to Keane. "Satisfied?"
"You are out of your fucking mind." Keane answered, before giving a sigh of defeat and sitting at the edge of her bed. The edge that wasn't covered in fucking weaponry. "What do you think people are going to do when you tell them you took guns?"
Res shrugged. "I don't really care. It's done, and it had to be done by somebody. I'll be giving them back. None of them are even loaded. They're all going in the safe and staying there until we have a clearer idea of what we're dealing with."
"God, Res, you were born in the wrong bloody century." Keane mumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You should have been a bloody revolutionary, or freaking... painted Gaul warrior. You do recognize this is insane. Please, at least acknowledge that. Just for shits and giggles."
Res smiled as she leaned back against the wall. "Of course I'm insane. That doesn't mean I don't have some good ideas." She held out her hand before Keane could say a word. "I know, I know - agree to disagree, okay? We both know I'll get my way in the end, so why don't you help me load these in the room safe, and we'll forget this ever happened."
Keane wanted to pout. Sweet sacred Christ, that girl was going to kill him. "Do I get anything out of this? I'll only be losing sleep and having nightmares of you shooting yourself, nevermind the fact that I'm on the edge of a massive coronary."
"Aww, Keane. Of course you do." Res said, smiling brightly as she pushed off the wall and headed for the closet, where the safe was. "You get to go to strip poker with me tonight and get plastered."
"No, no, no. My feelings on strip poker aside, I think we both knew you were never going to give me a choice in that." Keane objected. He'd known as soon as he read her post that he was fucking doomed. This was not news to him. "You owe me." he said, standing up to help her out. "You owe me big."
Res smirked and raised an eyebrow as she looked over at him. She knelt down to unlock the safe and open the door. "What do you want?" she asked.
What a loaded fucking question. As he was used to doing, Keane ignored the voice in his head screaming in misery. "I'll let you know when I figure it out." he answered, handing her a few guns. Stupid, stupid, crap idea. He was going to kick his own ass for this later. Like it or not, he'd always been Res' partner in crime, and when it was all over, he would only be begging for more.