dot adams | blackbat (batinblack) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-12-14 16:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | chris holloway, dot adams |
Who: Dot Adams & Chris Holloway
What: Breaking & Entering
Where: Chris's place in Queens
When: Wednesday 1PM
Warnings: not that i can think of?
Noon was around the time when everyone got off for lunch hour, Dot had learned that much in the past few years. Even when she was just a child in foster care, actually, she'd known that noon-time was when she had to be extra stealthy if she wasn't in school. Her foster parents didn't care much about her being in school but her case-worker sure did. She didn't like that she didn't know where dot was, 80% of the time on a week-day if she wasn't in school. And in hindsight, Dot couldn't blame her for that. The places she lived weren't the greatest of places. That's why she had to learn how to fight after all. To disarm people with firearms and knives, to knock them out before they could hurt her. The last thing she wanted was to worry someone else, to be someone else's burden. Least of all here case-worker, the only person who had ever actually cared about her.
Lunch hour passed and everything slowed down in the city. Dot ran a hand through her hair and frowned when it tugged, it'd been a while since she'd had a good shower. Maybe it was time for another one. Swinging her backpack (her life's belongings) into her back, she tightened the straps and began to search for an apartment building without too much security. From there, watched carefully for someone to enter the building, she followed behind silently. She'd always been able to sneak around, that hadn't ever been a big issue. She was tiny, and she didn't talk much and most people, she found, only saw what they wanted to see anyways.
Pushing the button for the fourth floor on the elevator (the floor above the one the other man had pushed) she smiled politely as the other man exited, breathing a silent breath of relief when she was alone again. She always felt a little bit on edge with strangers, especially if they tried to talk to her. On the fourth floor, she arbitrarily chose an apartment door, made sure nobody else was around and then carefully picked the lock like she'd learned to do. The door resisted the first time, but when she tried a second time, it clicked open quietly and she checked the hallways again before entering the apartment.
It was a regular apartment, nothing too strange save for the strange equipment lying around. there was half an automobile lying on the ground in the lounge and she walked over, crouching down to run her hand over the cold machinery. Her curiosity got the better of her as she picked up other various gadgets strew across the apartment, her original goal forgotten momentarily.