Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20160627220231/@comment-26571677-20160927065624

The girl frowned in annoyance. She was disappointed in herself for not thinking of clearing her tracks, which had now led to this....confrontation, something she had hoped to avoid this night.

No matter though, she had a backup plan. Her bugs had a pickup distance of 2km, and the policemen didn't exactly seem like the very observant type, she was confident in her ability to give them the slip.

With a course of action decided, she disappeared once more into mist, teleporting silently away into the dark, snowy night, into an open window, and directly inside a decrepit building. The insides were dank, smelling of moth balls and a humid, matted aroma of wet fur. It was unpleasant, but nothing of real bother to the goth-girl, who hid around a small corner, just in case the policemen though of following her.

Through one of her earphones, she listened into the conversation between a boy and the lady she had implanted a bug on, pulling up a scroll that she hid behind her back, covering the light from it as she bore silent witness to the happenings of the people around inside the room, intent on not falling behind the rest in figuring out this mystery.