Temperance lives by (verbumdomini) wrote in repose, @ 2016-03-15 12:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, claire johnson, daniel webster |
Music Store: Daniel & Claire
Who: Daniel W & Isabella Temperance Claire J
What: A quick delivery visit.
Where: Above the music store
When: Sometime whenever. Now? Recent? Fuzzy.
Warnings/Rating: Doubtful. Maybe decapitation jokes.
It was late. Sunrise would be within the next couple of hours. Twilight cast an eerie blanket over the town during times when everyone was at home in bed. Sure, there were some weirdos, like herself, that crawled out of the woodwork in the silence, but tonight it seemed as though Main Street had been abandoned. The lack of people did not give Claire any ease, but her concerns always edged on the fantastical and the idea that someone was spying on her wasn't too far from the truth. Carver had been sent to spy on her and if he was currently watching her the trip to Daniel's may not be the smartest thing she's ever done.
After the shower to wash off the skunky smell of smoke and herbal glaucoma remedies from the esteemed doctor's basement, Claire headed out of the Neighborhood with light silent steps that only a trained assassin could manage. She took the long way, covering up her tracks and providing false trails in order to cover up where she was headed. This she could do. This she was comfortable with. It was easy. Years of training had made traversing without trail almost second nature.
Then she got to the music store and stared blankly at the front door. Claire hadn't exactly accounted for this. Was there another door she was supposed to use? Should she go up to a window? Her weight shifted from one foot to the other in those blue plaid boots and after what felt like eternity, she knocked. If someone else answered, she pretend she was drunk and in search of Enya. If no one answered, well, she'd just send Daniel a message. He was expecting her, after all.