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paradisalogs2013-02-04 09:12 pm
nihilo) wrote in paradisalogs2013-02-04 09:12 pm
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it's a heist!
Who: Alice and Joshua
What: Breaking and entering and stealing cars
When: Feb. 4
Where: Brock's cabin
Rating: PG-13 for sharp and dangerous things
Seems like her partner drew the short end of the stick, depending on how one looks at it.
Turns out there was no need for Alice to waste a bullet shooting into the air for distraction, since the cabin is apparently devoid of a certain man-bear she was warned against. No matter, that just gave her more time to enjoy the thrill of breaking and entering. Irreplaceable, she would argue, better than being a voyeur when one can actually walk through another's living space, in someone else's footsteps.
It doesn't hurt that he has a nice collection of kitchen knives too. She took the smallest one, the sharpest one, and left the rest as it is. See how nice she's playing?
With her souvenir tucked in her pocket and her scarf tightly wound around her neck, she leaves the front door ajar and makes her way to the rendezvous spot; a warehouse in town marked with a music sheet, which is hopefully occupied by a certain special car by now.
What: Breaking and entering and stealing cars
When: Feb. 4
Where: Brock's cabin
Rating: PG-13 for sharp and dangerous things
Seems like her partner drew the short end of the stick, depending on how one looks at it.
Turns out there was no need for Alice to waste a bullet shooting into the air for distraction, since the cabin is apparently devoid of a certain man-bear she was warned against. No matter, that just gave her more time to enjoy the thrill of breaking and entering. Irreplaceable, she would argue, better than being a voyeur when one can actually walk through another's living space, in someone else's footsteps.
It doesn't hurt that he has a nice collection of kitchen knives too. She took the smallest one, the sharpest one, and left the rest as it is. See how nice she's playing?
With her souvenir tucked in her pocket and her scarf tightly wound around her neck, she leaves the front door ajar and makes her way to the rendezvous spot; a warehouse in town marked with a music sheet, which is hopefully occupied by a certain special car by now.