Post by Mitsuki Park on Feb 25, 2013 12:23:31 GMT -8
OOC: ...I guess since it's Barker's territory, if you're RPing as Barker's men...then you can post. LOL. But otherwise, if you want to join, PM me and mebbe we can figure something out. 
Dead of the night. It was 2:06am, and the conditions were perfect for the wanderer to be trailing about in territories she probably wasn't allowed to be in. The moon was covered with a thick blanket of clouds, preventing any sort of light from touching the ground. The steep darkness was almost deafening; but luckily for Mitsuki, she had no problems navigating without a source of light. In fact, because of experience in travelling during the night, it was probably more advantageous for her.
So what was she doing in Barker's territory? Her apartment was near PHS #259, and judging from the map she had seen prior before her travels, that unfortunately meant her home was smack dab in the center of it all. She was not there to visit the relic of what had once been PHS #259, but she was there to check on her home...and much to her surprise, the four story apartment complex was standing strong, as were some of the other buildings nearby.
She approached cautiously, eyes scanning for any sort of life. Once inside, she slipped quietly to the fourth floor; the building was not abandoned, but she found no reason to reveal herself by mitigating mere "potential" threats. Her movements went unnoticed, and with ease she was able to step into her apartment, which unsurprisingly had been turned inside out. Papers lay scattered across the ground, broken silverware numbering in the hundreds, furniture ripped apart and, disgustingly, soiled on. She was thankful for the gas mask that filtered whatever gross smell that lingered in the living room.
She did not bother stepping into her room because there would be nothing for her. She was uninterested; all of her valuables were either on her, or back in Chicago, so she felt it unnecessary.
Reita's room, on the other hand... She stepped in. His room had looked as if a tornado had rampaged through all of his belongings. Her eyes skipped over unimportant detail before landing on his king sized bed and its shreds. Silently, she walked over and with one hard shove, would slide his bed across the ruined carpet. She had no reason to be concerned if the bed made any noise; his room had been sound-proofed since before even moving in.
She eyed the ground before hastily stepping into the living room and picking up a few pieces of broken chinaware before returning to the same spot. Immediately, with the jagged end facing down, she would stab the glass into the carpet and drag it two meters down, and a meter across. She tossed the glass to the side before grabbing the flapped pieces of carpet and pulling it open, revealing wood panels. She smirked.
She tore the carpet open until she realized she had ample space. For some odd reason, her contacts were unable to detect any item beneath the floors; but she knew this was done purposefully by Reita. She grabbed a thinner piece of glass and dug it along a small crevice, before lifting. Surprisingly, the floor panel popped up without struggle; not just one dinky block, but a panel the size of a miniature refrigerator. Beneath lied the treasure Mitsuki was seeking after- the one her brother wanted her to retrieve - for her own use.
It revealed a standard safe box with a mechanical lock. At first sight, it may seem easy to crack; but the lock was custom made by Reita himself. He told her the code and how to crack it- and to also have patience, knowing she probably wouldn't be able to open the safe on the first try - even with clear instructions. After multiple attempts, it quietly hissed open: a duffle bag.
So how had Reita conveyed this little message to her?He was in Chicago, and she was in California. His Qi allowed him to pass through peoples' dreams, which is how the two were still able to communicate even with the distance. Mitsuki always knew of the safe; the message was conveyed long before she and her brother left the state. As soon as she awoke, she set off for her journey; she was a wanderer. She doubted anyone would question her whereabouts, since she tended to appear and disappear all the time.
2:24am. Time to go.
Her methods were calculating. She would leave behind no trace of there ever having been an outsider inside the building; the carpet was 'restored', the bed moved back to its proper position, in its proper angle, the broken pieces of glass returned to their original space, the door left ajar as it had always been. She was not going to leave anything up for chance; she would make sure that her presence within the apartment would be unknown.
Without looking inside the bag of its goodies, she would slip out of the building and make her way back into 'safer' grounds. Perhaps she would camp out until next nightfall in another building where she knew the kinks; perfect temporary hideaways.
Heh. What a life.
OOC Edit: Minute detail (how Reita conveyed this information).
Dead of the night. It was 2:06am, and the conditions were perfect for the wanderer to be trailing about in territories she probably wasn't allowed to be in. The moon was covered with a thick blanket of clouds, preventing any sort of light from touching the ground. The steep darkness was almost deafening; but luckily for Mitsuki, she had no problems navigating without a source of light. In fact, because of experience in travelling during the night, it was probably more advantageous for her.
So what was she doing in Barker's territory? Her apartment was near PHS #259, and judging from the map she had seen prior before her travels, that unfortunately meant her home was smack dab in the center of it all. She was not there to visit the relic of what had once been PHS #259, but she was there to check on her home...and much to her surprise, the four story apartment complex was standing strong, as were some of the other buildings nearby.
She approached cautiously, eyes scanning for any sort of life. Once inside, she slipped quietly to the fourth floor; the building was not abandoned, but she found no reason to reveal herself by mitigating mere "potential" threats. Her movements went unnoticed, and with ease she was able to step into her apartment, which unsurprisingly had been turned inside out. Papers lay scattered across the ground, broken silverware numbering in the hundreds, furniture ripped apart and, disgustingly, soiled on. She was thankful for the gas mask that filtered whatever gross smell that lingered in the living room.
She did not bother stepping into her room because there would be nothing for her. She was uninterested; all of her valuables were either on her, or back in Chicago, so she felt it unnecessary.
Reita's room, on the other hand... She stepped in. His room had looked as if a tornado had rampaged through all of his belongings. Her eyes skipped over unimportant detail before landing on his king sized bed and its shreds. Silently, she walked over and with one hard shove, would slide his bed across the ruined carpet. She had no reason to be concerned if the bed made any noise; his room had been sound-proofed since before even moving in.
She eyed the ground before hastily stepping into the living room and picking up a few pieces of broken chinaware before returning to the same spot. Immediately, with the jagged end facing down, she would stab the glass into the carpet and drag it two meters down, and a meter across. She tossed the glass to the side before grabbing the flapped pieces of carpet and pulling it open, revealing wood panels. She smirked.
She tore the carpet open until she realized she had ample space. For some odd reason, her contacts were unable to detect any item beneath the floors; but she knew this was done purposefully by Reita. She grabbed a thinner piece of glass and dug it along a small crevice, before lifting. Surprisingly, the floor panel popped up without struggle; not just one dinky block, but a panel the size of a miniature refrigerator. Beneath lied the treasure Mitsuki was seeking after- the one her brother wanted her to retrieve - for her own use.
It revealed a standard safe box with a mechanical lock. At first sight, it may seem easy to crack; but the lock was custom made by Reita himself. He told her the code and how to crack it- and to also have patience, knowing she probably wouldn't be able to open the safe on the first try - even with clear instructions. After multiple attempts, it quietly hissed open: a duffle bag.
So how had Reita conveyed this little message to her?
2:24am. Time to go.
Her methods were calculating. She would leave behind no trace of there ever having been an outsider inside the building; the carpet was 'restored', the bed moved back to its proper position, in its proper angle, the broken pieces of glass returned to their original space, the door left ajar as it had always been. She was not going to leave anything up for chance; she would make sure that her presence within the apartment would be unknown.
Without looking inside the bag of its goodies, she would slip out of the building and make her way back into 'safer' grounds. Perhaps she would camp out until next nightfall in another building where she knew the kinks; perfect temporary hideaways.
Heh. What a life.
OOC Edit: Minute detail (how Reita conveyed this information).
