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Post by Limerence Bradley on Sept 2, 2010 19:02:50 GMT -5
She'd walked around the premises and entered through the back gates. The yard was overrun by various vines, shrubbery and wild plants in general. With as unkept was it was, she'd assumed that nobody came back here much; meaning her arrival would most likely be unnoticed.
The grass was as tall as her thighs. Her black combat boots quietly clanked against the concrete walkway. It was a flat sound; nothing like the noise she'd make if she'd worn heels.
Her breathing was heavy but steady. She tried to remain as quiet as she could. Once she made it to the manor, she pressed her back against the wall and and listened for any noise. She'd found an old table with various neglected garden tools on it. There were other boxes and junk lining the back of the house.
She'd stepped up onto the table and looked into a back window. She cupped her hands around her eyes to block the light. What she saw was an old kitchen. From the looks of it, it hadn't been used for a long time. She didn't care about that though; what she cared about was the face that it was empty. She took out a knife and pushed the screen up. With that, she felt around the window. It was unlocked. She opened it and climbed in.
She landed on the floor in a crouch. Her lavender eyes darted around to see if anyone had heard her. Once she'd felt safe where she was, she turned to close the screen and window to hide her tracks.
That was when she tip-toed through the room, finding her way out into a dark hallway.
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