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towerofanimus2012-12-02 05:46 pm
prayed) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-02 05:46 pm
Entry tags:
fourth prayer [closed]
Characters: Kyoko Sakura, Naoto Shirogane
Setting: 02-03
Format: Starting in prose, but I'll match.
Summary: So a thief and a detective walk into a bar and everything is horrible.
Warnings: None for now.
The room was in a state of complete disarray by time Kyoko was through with it. The comics and anthologies had been thumbed through before being scattered about on the floor.(Sherlock Holmes? Who even read that?) The formal dress carelessly tossed onto the bed along with the photo album. Even the bed seemed to have been tampered with, the covers falling off the bed which was, strangely enough, at an angle that it hadn't been moments before. The nightstand was likewise slanted, it's drawers pulled out and clearly rummaged through.
As for the trunk, well, of course that hadn't fared any better. Nor had the scarf that was presently hanging off the side of it, a few of it's rows having had unraveled during her careless removal and examination before being dropped before further damage could be done. The trunk itself had been pulled further away to accommodate the red-haired girl that was currently examining it's final contents. Kyoko held the winter clothes in front of her now, examining them. Not the trendiest outfit, but it would certainly fare better than her belly shirt and shorts. It looked like it might be about her size, too, though well.
"Jackpot," she said to herself with a grin on her face. She didn't really want to steal them, but well, there was no way she was just going to sit around and freeze to death. Only an idiot would do that, right? Besides, it was the owner's fault for leaving them lying around like this.
Setting: 02-03
Format: Starting in prose, but I'll match.
Summary: So a thief and a detective walk into a bar and everything is horrible.
Warnings: None for now.
The room was in a state of complete disarray by time Kyoko was through with it. The comics and anthologies had been thumbed through before being scattered about on the floor.(Sherlock Holmes? Who even read that?) The formal dress carelessly tossed onto the bed along with the photo album. Even the bed seemed to have been tampered with, the covers falling off the bed which was, strangely enough, at an angle that it hadn't been moments before. The nightstand was likewise slanted, it's drawers pulled out and clearly rummaged through.
As for the trunk, well, of course that hadn't fared any better. Nor had the scarf that was presently hanging off the side of it, a few of it's rows having had unraveled during her careless removal and examination before being dropped before further damage could be done. The trunk itself had been pulled further away to accommodate the red-haired girl that was currently examining it's final contents. Kyoko held the winter clothes in front of her now, examining them. Not the trendiest outfit, but it would certainly fare better than her belly shirt and shorts. It looked like it might be about her size, too, though well.
"Jackpot," she said to herself with a grin on her face. She didn't really want to steal them, but well, there was no way she was just going to sit around and freeze to death. Only an idiot would do that, right? Besides, it was the owner's fault for leaving them lying around like this.
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As soon as she opened the door to her room all thoughts of rest and relaxation vanished. The detective’s eyes widened in horror as she stared dumbstruck at the atrocity before her. Her bed! Her books! HER COMICS HER… HER EVERYTHING.
“Put those down this instant!”
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