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howareyanow) wrote2020-10-30 04:48 pm
howareyanow) wrote2020-10-30 04:48 pm
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The Hallways Outside the Offices, Late Friday Evening [10/30].
Wayne still wasn't entirely sure about this whole Heist thing, seemed a bit on the degen side of things, but...it was apparentleh a tradition, and you don't fuck with tradition, and since he was in the class (though he hardly felt the need to prove himself to be any sort of badass or bitch), he figgured he might as well give it at least a go.
Which was why he was skulking (and skulking was definitely the best word for it; stealth was not among Wayne's many talents) through the hallways of the offices up at the school, systematically trying his hands at doors and locks (lockpicking, as it turned out, was among his talents, though he hoped it wasn't a talent he'd have to rely on often), and taking a peek inside the offices that were fair game to get an idea of the lay of the land and the obstacles that might be provided if he were to make a real effort at getting the hatchet before midnight tomorrow night.
Most of 'em seemed to require a closer look or some more focus, though he had to admit, that PSA in Captain Rogers' office almost gave him pause enough to reconsider this sudden flirtation with degenerecy, but the one that really made him stop was what was set up in Mr. Ween's, what with the light and the pedastal and all that.
"Well that's jus' a bit on the nose," he felt the need to comment, to no one in particular, because as far as he knew, he was alone.
But he had to admit, it was pretty tempting set up like that, wasn't it?
[[ open, of course, for any and all heist shenanigans, please feel free to mod where you run into Wayne if you want, or feel free to piggyback for personal shenanigans and not run into him at all! ]]
Which was why he was skulking (and skulking was definitely the best word for it; stealth was not among Wayne's many talents) through the hallways of the offices up at the school, systematically trying his hands at doors and locks (lockpicking, as it turned out, was among his talents, though he hoped it wasn't a talent he'd have to rely on often), and taking a peek inside the offices that were fair game to get an idea of the lay of the land and the obstacles that might be provided if he were to make a real effort at getting the hatchet before midnight tomorrow night.
Most of 'em seemed to require a closer look or some more focus, though he had to admit, that PSA in Captain Rogers' office almost gave him pause enough to reconsider this sudden flirtation with degenerecy, but the one that really made him stop was what was set up in Mr. Ween's, what with the light and the pedastal and all that.
"Well that's jus' a bit on the nose," he felt the need to comment, to no one in particular, because as far as he knew, he was alone.
But he had to admit, it was pretty tempting set up like that, wasn't it?
[[ open, of course, for any and all heist shenanigans, please feel free to mod where you run into Wayne if you want, or feel free to piggyback for personal shenanigans and not run into him at all! ]]