Post by Lucan Knox on Mar 18, 2015 23:56:49 GMT -5
This was not the first time Knox broke into and intruded in someone else’s property. Nor would it be his last. With the moon and a feeble penlight as his only sources of light, he carefully and quietly trying to open the backdoor’s padlock (a brand-new one, a sign of human habitation), tapping and jiggling two thin metal lockpicks around its guts. Soon enough, it unlocked with a satisfying soft click. Hah. Take that, padlock.
He slid his tools back in his coat’s inner pockets, and entered as quietly as he could. He expected to be walking around blind in pitch-black darkness, but some lights were on somewhere all the way to the other side of the warehouse, even if they were flickering every now and then. Still, he did not like what he was seeing.
The warehouse was dilapidated. The years had obviously been harsh to it. Steel beams had rusted halfway through, wild pokemon had been gnawing through the wiring and the windows should had been replaced years ago. Wooden boxes of many sizes lay stacked upon each other all over the place. The building felt as if it could come falling on his head at any moment.
Then, from a short distance away, he heard awful, off-key singing.
So much for the noises being wild Pokemon.
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They are now Resting . . .
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Bosky Hamlet, Nue Location
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