edison is the (carnivalking) wrote in repose, @ 2016-01-06 07:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, cat dubrovna, eddie nelson, sasha james |
log: eddie/cat/sasha breaking & entering
Who: Edison, Cat & Sasha
What: thieving the day away
Where: eddies house -> an abandoned house
When: the night after the party (a little over 12 hours later)
Warnings/Rating: probably some violence and spooky stuff
Edison made a quick escape out of the train once he realized the lights had gone up and wandered far away from the crowd. He imagined they were dazed, confused, angry, elated. They all probably had a more eventful night than him. His night was a mix of hating Bruce for the first time in what felt like decades and babysitting some poor girl who was likely locked in a basement in the nice part of Repose. He worried about her, hell he worried about everyone these days and he was getting fed up with it. So he wandered towards the front of the train, the one that housed a lavish party put on by a "friend" who hadn't been seen in months and he kicked it until his shoe hurt. He wished he was drunk, he wished he had a cigarette, he wished he had the warm embrace of a woman, and then he went home. It was easy for him to sleep the entire party away in favor of better dreams.
That night, he called and texted Cat and Sasha until they agreed to come over for the break in they had planned. It wasn't that he was lonely, not completely, but really he felt the need for a thrill he simply didn't get in the darkness. If he couldn't get it from a mysterious party, he could easily find a thrill in breaking and entering. Stealing. He dressed for the occasion in thick corduroy dress pants, boots, a sturdy dress shirt that would likely be tattered and stained by the end of the day, suspenders and a thick winter coat. He laid out a variety of gadgets and tools, though he had a feeling all they'd need were the notes given to him by the archaeologist from the Capital, his gun and pack of lockpicks.
When there was a knock on the door, he was in the living room deciding on which cane to bring (the one with a brass mermaid handle, obviously) and he turned to shout: "Come in!" As the door opened, he made his way over, leaning on his cane with a timid smile. "I have some breakfast rolls in the kitchen if you haven't eaten." See? It was too easy for him to fall into the role of caregiver these days.