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Post by lordxim on Jul 21, 2014 16:15:19 GMT -5
 SHHHSHSHHHH There asleep.... St. Jennifer boarding g school was an old building. A four story tall colonial building about 12 class rooms, 3 science labs, 16 four person dorm rooms a gymnasium, and a chapel. Allegedly started it 1897 by Francies J Summers as a tax wright off as an orphanage. Some time later the kids were moved and a catholic by the name of Robert Vasquez bought the place and started up a girls boarding school with one of the highest GPA's in North Carolina. To you Google I say thank you, but Wikipedia thank you more. I was told in one of the rooms there was a box with no lid, layered with pictures of “owls and stuff”. My my nickles your level of description astounds me. But ….Buuuuuut, it was on the fourth floor, the east wing. So it was in one of 8 rooms Gee thanks. I Knew I would have to get a good reading on the place so I used my goggle-fu too recon the whole place, besides knowing how many rooms and how Francies Hung himself in the chapel. I knew that my parents could never afford to send me to this place … if I was a woman. I made my approach from the south. Where the soccer field and tennis courts were located. I moved along the edges away from the night safety lights to help avoid detection. I decided to do this one with as little use of my powers as I could. Hell theirs no fun if you ghost out and walk around the school like you own the place. But moving quietly down the halls the girls asleep in there rooms the proctors patrolling the hall... much more fun. No risk no fun right? I made my way up the south west side of the building to a Staff entrance. With a quick hop onto the railing I reached up and unscrewed the porch light. Me wearing gloves didn’t burn my hands. With the spot light off and no one around, I moved my ergo-backpack to my front and partialy unrolled my lock pick kit, the lock was a standard Domestic pattern 2283 style lock. Im damn good at what I do. Three minuets flat I had the door open. I chose this door because of the many cigarette butts o n the ground. Because dig this “cigarette butts= smokers = easy way in and out, and where the kids wont see. Or the kids sneak back here to go smoke either way in and out no alarms. I pushed the door open.... (more later) |
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Post by lordxim on Jul 21, 2014 19:27:52 GMT -5
 …..Inside was a small utility closet/ hallway. I'm no OSHA inspector but I dont thing mop buckets and stuff should be packed into an electrical room. I closed the door behind me slowly with the door knob already turned. Loking at the bottom of the door I could see the big dent from rocks being pushed between the door and door way, so who ever sneaked out wouldent be locked out. Good that means for the most part these folks dont take people like me as a threat. I pushed my ear agaisnt the opposite door trying to listen. Its amazing how well you can hear when you dotn have a hella heart beat from the rush of committing illigal entry into an all girls boarding highschool. Hey im living every male teens dream right now hell im might just take a pair of panties or something as a souviner. Hehe. I didnt hear any one walking, so I crouched down, yes when you sneak around stay fucking low it centers your gravity a bit better, and lets you controll your foot falls, and a whole list of other things do that shit. So ever so slowly I turned the industrial door handle and eased the door open. See you have to be carefull, no matter how good you are a creaking door will give you away in the dead of night, thats why I did break ins during the day while I was alive lots of ambient noise and you act like your supose to be there learned that one in the army. So I peered thrue the crack and gazed down the hall way. I expected lockers but I guess when you can run up to your room for books you dont need them. But along the walls were filled with painting of saint and biblical moments. You know now that I think about it some times I cant tell if the lights are on or off any more. I Just see so well in the dark im not sure... well I check the hall faceing door knob, just to make sur ei can take this way out if I can take this way out or not... yes, yes I can. So I carefully close the door behind me. Now in the moves you see folks moveing up and down the middle of a hall way bad call stay by the walls as best you can less chance of them creaking. I move down the hall way, I have my dark grey hoodie's hood up my white doll mask and all my sleves down, and the darkest blue pants I could find. Black makes you to dark, you want navy blues, or a dark grey. I could smell the fresh coat of some kind of lemon pine floor cleaner. My nikes sound and quiet touching down toe first, as I slowly roll the rest of my foot down. The key to this is you need to quietly level out your weight nice and even so you can get you be all quet like. Each step was well trained and knew what to do iv done this a lot if you cant tell, I did this before I became a Worm. Being dead made it almost to easy, thats again why im going to go for no magic. The hall way creeped by as I moved, thats when I saw the light and heard the foot steps. The person was stoping and making sure each of the class rooms were locked I coul dhear them jimying the door knobs, so this gave me some time I would never pick any locks intime this isent Skyrim, I had to think. I had to move quickly, but not sloppy. Rember no magic of my blood. I looked around and then I looked up about seven feet up was the celing now remember this building is old so I could see the support beams, the question was could they hold me? Only one way to find out I tighned my ergo-backpack, and I crouched lower my butt touching the ground my arms to my side. I took a deep breath like I nedded it! But hey tried and true right. And like a giant spring I leapt up. I cought the beam as I wraped my arms around it a lifted my legs and lower body up I couldent wrap my legs nothing close enough and I didnt want to risk kicking around for a hold so I held my body. At first it was nothing and then my boddy remembered this shit would hurt. A gentle burn slid from myy abs and legs, and then I heard the hall monitor below me walking |
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Post by lordxim on Jul 25, 2014 20:27:58 GMT -5
 ![]() The old woman lingered as I held my self echos of pain laceing along my body... like all echos this was a fadeing memory determination blessed me as I held myself up. She was literaly right under me as I held on for dear life. I heard her jimmy the door, and give a quiet gasp as the door opened.... son of a bitch.... I heard her walk into the room. I could imagin her looking pissed and waveing her light aroud. Well when I heard her deeper in the room I began to contemplate getting down while her back was turned and booking it thats when the door closed behind her and I heard the click of the lock. I turned my head as best I could. And no one was there. Not a single person standing there. Now I hope I wasent caught by another kindred, hell I checked with the harppys no one has any claim hear... I heard her trying to open the door, witch was obviously locked on both sides... obviously. Thats when I decided to lower my self down. I wasent super quiet but she wouldent have heard me over her yelling, thats when I started to move as quickly and quietly as I could till I found the stairs going up. I turned to go up the stairs there was a man standing infront of me so close I nearly bumped into him. My mind races I had been cought I took a step back ready to run and he was gone as quickly as he was there. I could feel the stair well getting colder, couled with the feeling of being watched. To remind you this is an old un insulated building with no central air in the spring and I swear it felt as cold as my Ex's heart. |
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