Deacon McCarthy (Nov 6, 2011 5:01:13 PM)
(This user has entered Canterbury Square Apartments) (IP = 67.249.52.12)
Paloma Alvarez (Nov 6, 2011 5:05:59 PM)
The woman went on and on for a good five minutes or so before Paloma finally cut her off. "Anyway Verna, I have to get up early so I should..." She thumbed toward the direction she intended on moving. "Oh.. OH, yes.. sorry, Yes. Ok I will talk to you later, honey..." Her plump fingers wiggling like fat worms on hooks before she scurried off to catch another neighbor who'd made a bee-line toward their vehicle seeing Verna in the parking lot. Paloma made a hasty break toward the pool which she now walked around as she headed toward her apartment.
Deacon McCarthy (Nov 6, 2011 5:07:26 PM)
*He shook his head and would yawn if he had no need to do such. He continued creeping along after Paloma as she made her way to her apartment. Slipping along after her. He used to be a scout afterall so doing abit of sneaking was no major issue*
Paloma Alvarez (Nov 6, 2011 5:11:45 PM)
The apartments were all single units, like mini town houses that stood alone. Quaint landscape surrounded each one of the two storey single units, Paloma finally reaching hers after moving around a variety of small islands of plants and other things the property was decorated with. She slipped the key into the door, unlocking it and stepping in as she shut it behind her. Deacon could hear the lock as it clicked back into place. A few minutes later Paloma slid the slidding glass door that was in her dining room open to let the breeze in, the screen locked however.
Deacon McCarthy (Nov 6, 2011 5:17:21 PM)
*He slipped up to the place and peeked inside the screen looking around to see what was inside, he paused for a moment and leaned against the wall of her place looking around, before peeking back inside*
Paloma Alvarez (Nov 6, 2011 5:19:20 PM)
The apartment was furnished modestly, nothing spectacular standing out. There was no TV anywhere to be seen, only a stereo which quietly played Santana. Paloma was nowhere to be seen on the main floor which let Deacon know she was upstairs.
Deacon McCarthy (Nov 6, 2011 5:24:02 PM)
*He grinned and lifted a boot, poking the spurr on his boot through the edge of the screen, and oh so slowly ripped downwards through the bottom corner. Before crouching down and slipping through it. Moving towards the stairs, scenting the air as he looked for her*
Paloma Alvarez (Nov 6, 2011 5:27:10 PM)
Deacons nose easily picked up the sweet smells of shampoo and soap while he could hear water running faintly upstairs. Paloma sighed quietly, washing away the memories of her day along with the smell of death which always seemed apparent to her after being near a corpse while on the job. In truth it was simply a psychological thing but nevertheless it haunted her.
Deacon McCarthy (Nov 6, 2011 5:30:21 PM)
*He moved up near to where the sounds and smells of the shower came from. He would move so quietly up to the bathroom. Looking for a crack to peek within. I mean he was about to assault her to feed, why not peep abit too*
Paloma Alvarez (Nov 6, 2011 5:33:00 PM)
As he reached the top of the stairs he could see there were only two doors. One was an open door leading to the womans bedroom which she was most likely going to go into very shortly. The other was to the bathroom, the door slightly open, steam gently spilling out between the crack. Inside, he could see the hazy form of Paloma behind the fogged up glass of her shower stall.
Deacon McCarthy (Nov 6, 2011 5:35:51 PM)
*He grinned to himself, there was something about this woman, maybe she would be better as more than just a... tastey meal. He crept past the bathroom and into her bedroom, looking around, he was looking to see what he could learn about this one, to see if she is useful to him as more than food*
Paloma Alvarez (Nov 6, 2011 5:40:20 PM)
On her bed was the clothing she'd worn and with it her gun, ID-wallet, keys and phone, tossed lazily on a corner. He could hear Paloma begin to hum in the bathroom, a good indicator she wasnt going to be done for awhile yet.
Deacon McCarthy (Nov 6, 2011 5:43:32 PM)
*He peeked through her clothing and room swiftly, seeing her phone tossed in that corner. He pulled out his cellphone, and muted it as he set a text. Making his way back downstairs quietly, looking around while listening for her to get out of the shower*
Paloma Alvarez (Nov 6, 2011 5:46:04 PM)
There was nothing of interest really in the apartment. In fact, considering the exterior of the place, you'd except people interior to their apartments to be nicely furnished by Palomas was modest at best, second hand furniture she didnt seem to care to much about. It served a purpose and that was all. Obviously she didnt have a lot of company come over to her house by the looks of its decor though everything was neat and tidy.
Deacon McCarthy (Nov 6, 2011 5:48:44 PM)
*He sat lightly against the arm of her couch, just waiting for her to get out of the shower. While he thought of a way to give her a logical explaination for what happend to her screen*
Paloma Alvarez (Nov 6, 2011 5:51:04 PM)
It wasnt long before he heard the squeak of the shower knobs being turned and the water stop. He could very faintly hear her footfalls as she dried off in the bathroom, the squeak of her hand erasing the fog from the mirror.
Deacon McCarthy (Nov 6, 2011 5:56:37 PM)
*He sighed heavily as he waited, and stood, deciding to get her attention out of the bathroom for abit. Spending a bloodpoint he changed steadily down into a peregrin falcon. Fluttering his wings he waddled out through the hole in her screen, and braced himself as he took off gaining altitude before turning, and swooping down right at the corner of her screen. She would hear the city falcons piercing shriek, and then the collision with the screen and the bird tumbling through it*
Paloma Alvarez (Nov 6, 2011 5:59:47 PM)
There was a long, silent pause from upstairs before Paloma eased into her bedroom briefly before coming down the stairs wrapped in her towel still. Her hand held her gun cautiously as her eyes scanned the room. She flicked the light on after seeing 'something' on the floor and once she'd figured out what the hell it was, moved toward the bird to see if it was injured.
Deacon McCarthy (Nov 6, 2011 6:00:26 PM)
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Deacon McCarthy (Nov 6, 2011 6:02:12 PM)
*The little bird turned over and onto its feet, one of its wings draging abit, he was fairly immune to bashing damage, but fucking hell that didnt feel good. He shook his head and fluffed up his feathers, making a faint coo'ing sound*
Paloma Alvarez (Nov 6, 2011 6:04:29 PM)
She kept her distance, rounding the kitchen counter as if to keep it between her and the bird. Putting the gun down, Paloma reached for a dish towel and coming back around the counter, slowly opened the screen door before attempting to shoo it out.
Deacon McCarthy (Nov 6, 2011 6:06:27 PM)
*He chirped and sqwaked at her as he hopped out of the broken but open screen door. Fluttering his wings and after afew moments flying up into the air and out of sight, where he left his hat, before shifting back*
Paloma Alvarez (Nov 6, 2011 6:08:40 PM)
"Jesus.. " Sighing relieved as she watched it fly off before acessing the damage to her screen. Making some kind of tsking sound, she left it open, no point in closing it, and instead closed the glass door, locking it and slipping the curtains closed.
Deacon McCarthy (Nov 6, 2011 6:10:43 PM)
Fucking hell, the things I put myself through just to change my mind. *He sighed and waited a few minutes. Giving her a chance before deciding to send his text to her phone.* "Call me sometime, we should talk more... Deacon" *His number of course on the text*
Paloma Alvarez (Nov 6, 2011 6:11:34 PM)
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Deacon McCarthy (Nov 6, 2011 6:11:45 PM)
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