Bea Albrecht (whybeapolite) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2015-03-02 13:34:00 |
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The nerve of some people lately. Bea was still vibrating when she stepped out onto one of the common balconies. She should have paced the halls a little longer to work off some more of her irritation, but she had gotten a few looks for doing that so she had moved on. It wasn’t the worst it could have been, nothing had even been taken, but she hadn’t been happy to find her room not how she’d left it, with some of her shit strewn across the floor. The one box she had managed to glean that they’d been looking for had been left untouched beneath the bathroom vanity, because her would be burglars were fucking idiots. Just a set of undergrads that were looking to impress some girls with some of Bea’s cosmetics. Her expensive cosmetics. How the hell they’d even put two and two together and knew she’d have what they wanted was a fucking mystery, but they had figured it out somehow. They hadn’t even had the nerve not to scurry from her room when she had opened the door. But, she hadn’t wanted to just let it go. They were stuck together, so they sure as hell needed to respect other people’s shit. It would have been different if Bea had died and her stuff was a free for all, but stealing from her was just fucking rude. Laying into them had been satisfying though, and she was pretty damn sure they wouldn’t try it again, but she was still wired from the adrenaline. It made her miss her apartment in Brooklyn, even if it had been a walk-up. At least the security was better. “Would have put a fucking bolt through them if they’d made off with anything,” she muttered more to herself than anyone else as she pulled her crumpled pack of cigarettes from her back pocket and a lighter from her boot. “Maybe I still should.” She leaned her elbows on the metal rail after she had lit the cigarette and stowed her lighter back in her boot again. |