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Post by Lucca Bello on Aug 15, 2016 19:58:03 GMT
Lucca was glad to leave the morgue, it was pretty creepy there. Lucca decided the next best course of action was to investigate some of the dorm rooms back at Hope's Peak. Mr. Kyo had given them a key that worked everywhere, so there's no point in not using it.
Lucca eventually decided to look in Angie's room first. Not that he suspected her or anything. But she did seem to keep a lot of secrets, so investigating her room could maybe shed some light on her. He stared at the nameplate, confirming this room was indeed Angie's and he unlocked the room and opened the door.
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Post by Bacon M on Aug 15, 2016 20:00:16 GMT
Angie’s room is probably what you expect of our resident SHSL Communist. It’s fairly neat, with medical supplies all around. Of course, just like all the dorms, there are personal bathrooms. Well, maybe you’ll find something in the bathroom, or perhaps you’re too polite to go into a girl’s bathroom when she’s not here. Maybe you could check through her medical supplies, there’s bound to be something interesting there. If you’re feeling extra perverted, you could look through her drawers, just be careful not to steal anything, Angie might notice! |
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Post by Paris Eins on Aug 19, 2016 1:13:34 GMT
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As their boyfriend opened the door, the Librarian wasted no time pushing him aside with a small grunt of effort, storming into the room and scanning it rapidly. God…this was weird. What was there to even look at in here? It was just a tidy room…with some conveniently placed orange-tinted bottles nearby. Paris quickly strode over to them, taking several and sneakily pushing them into their pockets. One of them had to be for migraines…and if not, maybe one would make this all seem a tad less dreadful? Of course, a dreadful thought plagued Eins—was this the beginning of a dark, drug-fueled arc? …No, they had more self-control than that.
While they were there, Paris dug through the medical supplies that remained, her eyes struggling to focus. No…she had to stay aware. One minor error and Hope’s Peak would pave over all of them without a second thought. What a rotten-to-the-core school.
Once that was over with, the Librarian looked downward…the drawers were right there. But was it right to…to invade the Doctor’s privacy like this? Was this going to ruin the illusion the White Russian had so intricately weaved? …Paris pulled them open with a sigh. Illusions were what got them into this mess. Illusions were why they were investigating. Illusions were why Ms. Nanami was dead.
After making quick work of the drawers, they sighed and spun around, striding into the bathroom. This would be the hard part of the day. And it was almost over.
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Post by Lucca Bello on Aug 19, 2016 11:02:51 GMT
Lucca stumbled to the side a bit as Paris pushed past him. They might not be very tall, but damn Paris was stronger than they looked. But now that they were inside it was time to take a look around.
Lucca immediately went over to Angie's desk and looked through the drawers, there was bound to be something in there. If Lucca was hiding anything, that's where he'd put it, so maybe Angie would do the same? Probably not but it was worth a shot.
Once he was finished looking in the drawers, Lucca turned and looked at Angie's medical supplies. Maybe if he couldn't find any evidence in there, he could at least get some allergy medicine. He had just ran out and this time of year was not easy on his allergies.
As soon as that was done there was only one place left to look, Angie's bathroom. Lucca took a deep breath and peeked his head into her bathroom, his face turning a deep red once he did. "Please don't come in now, please don't come in now..."
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