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Post by rumi on Mar 30, 2012 14:49:32 GMT -8
He didn't. He seriously didn't.
The raven haired female had a death glare to her stormy eyes as she looked at the video before her. It was a good thing she had her extra netbook or she would be going insane without her computer and she was also luck she had set up a camera inside her backpack when she'd left the room on the hunt for some food preferably not provided by the school. She didn't eat too often and usually, it was a happy meal since it was all she could stomach as of late. It was what was in front of her at the moment: four piece mcnuggets, some apple slices, and a can of sprite. But this guy...oh, this guy...he had no idea who he was messing with. He mac book pro was her baby, an extension of herself, and having it stolen was like losing a limb or even her older sister all over again. She normally didn't have to lock the windows to her dorm room though she always locked the door. She was only on the second floor and right next to the hallway window, giving anyone easy access in. Most just avoided doing so, though, because they didn't know what she was capable of but if they did know, they would avoid her like the plague. Most figured she was in there because of something violent-but what did they know? They didn't. She was here because she had to be, not because she wanted.
The seventeen year old rewinded over and over the video on her netbook, attempting to memorize his face and place where she'd seen him before. She rarely took her laptop out of her room or any of her electronics because, well, it was clear she wasn't technically supposed to have any of them and she couldn't handle them being confiscated with all the things she had on there. If he was good, he'd be able to hack into it despite her many many passwords and walls to prevent such things. Chances were, he wasn't, considering how he didn't even notice the button on her backpack sitting on the chair across the room was a little camera nor did he notice that there was one right outside her door and one in her bathroom. She was a bit of a paranoid little thing...but a lethal one.
Taking a drag from her cigarette, she arched a pierced eyebrow as she realized she recognized him. She'd been outside, late, and sitting under a tree typing away at her laptop when she'd seen him walking across the lawn. The second she noticed him she'd given him an awful look-the one she gave everyone around her-and she promptly put her laptop away and went into her dorm. When she'd reached it and turned on the light, he was still out there when she looked out the window. The dick had taken her laptop and then people wondered why she tended to be such a hardcore feminist. Men were slobs and wastes of space. Closing her netbook, she hid it under a loose floorboard under her twin sized bed before putting the floorboard back in place, grabbing her backpack and jacket since it was chilly out, and leaving through the window. She did a slight shimmy on the ledge to reach the fire escape close to the hallway window and then climbed the rest of the way down, landing on her feet like a cat with her cigarette still firmly between her pale lips. Oh, she was going to have fun with this. Did he think he could just get away with it?
She took her time walking over to the boys' dorm and once there, she pulled out a file from her backpack, looking through it until she found his face and then the name to match it. There, in all its numeric glory, was his dorm number. Perfect. She got into the building with ease, thanks to those damn fire escapes. Propping the hallway window open, she made sure she was on the right floor before stepping in, lighting up another cigarette and taking a drag as she looked down the halls for the right number. Good thing she hacked into the school's system to print out these files. She didn't bother reading why everyone was in here, she didn't really care. She needed it for moments like these-to help jog her memory should it serve her wrong. Reaching the dorm, she pulled a simple credit card from her back pocket. It was what? Almost two in the morning. Maybe he was awake. She'd prefer if her was, but she'd stay quiet anyway. She just wanted her damn computer back. Slipping the credit card against the edge of the door and the frame, she maneuvered it to unlock the door with a small click!
And she was in.
She closed the door without bothering to not be loud about it and took another drag as she leaned against it, orbs taking in her surroundings before they landed on him with an emotionless finality that could make any reasonable man's skin crawl. She'd get her damn lap top back and then she'd think about how exactly to get her revenge on the kleptomaniac.
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