Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150928195402/@comment-26104528-20151027015740

"Danke" Estellia whispered as she retrived the picks. So far, nobody was registering on her motion detector. Azzie wasn;t kidding when he said they were the real deal. That lousy safety pin had been slipping and dropping all night long; she could barely get past the second tumbler, much less the third.

Ok...almost got it...One by one, Estellia got through the tumblers, though it took her many tries. She was literally biting her tounge to keep quiet and not literally say "screw it" and kick at the door until it cracked. The fact that she was using equipment that didn't belong to her, the institute, or Stahlfritz (the former wouldn't abuse her equipment, the middle always had spares, and the latter sometimes wouldn't notice for months on end which was either enough time to fix/replace or he'd just flat out forget.) also helped to keep her calm.

The deed finally done after a long five-ish minutes, Estellia gave the knob a twist to indicate it was good.