Log in

Previous Entry | Next Entry

Anyone got a lockpick?

Peter had his face mashed against the glass of an old building, his hands cupped around his eyes to keep the sunlight out. There were arcade games inside. They looked old and like they had been played on by grubby little hands countless times -- but they were still arcade games.

And they were on.

Wandering over to the entrance of the building, McVries slipped his fingers over the handle and jiggled it. It was locked, naturally. He peered from side to side though, his mind told him to break in (he was sure he could, and it's not like anyone would care, right?) but he looked around to make sure he was alone first.


( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 10th, 2009 08:22 pm (UTC)
Stebbins had holed himself up in an abandoned, trashed, and crumbling three-story apartment complex. He sat by a window at the second floor, chin resting on his folded arms at the windowsill, watching Pete across the street. He contemplated whether to say something, or just watch and wait, to see what Walker 61 would do, deciding to observe.
Oct. 12th, 2009 03:15 am (UTC)
Peter wiggled the handle some more, sort of hoping it would just come loose and open. He hadn't seen anyone in his quick visual sweep... but that didn't mean there wasn't anyone. There was a Sheriff around town after all. And usually they were sneaky.

Digging in his pocket, he found a piece of lint and a paper clip -- which was less interesting then the random crap he usually found in his pocket -- and pulled the paper clip out, fashioning it into a crooked line. Leaning over, he pressed his tongue against his top lip and dug the paper clip into the lock.

Now that he was at this point in his Super Giant Break In... this is when someone would show up. Well, cause of his luck, this is when someone would show up.
Oct. 12th, 2009 03:26 am (UTC)
Stebbins snickered to himself as he watched Pete stick a paper clip into the lock. He waited a moment before getting up and making his way down the stairs to the street. It'd been a while since he'd moved around and sneaking up on McVries seemed like it would be entertaining.

"The real question is, can you pick the lock with your tongue in your mouth," he teased in a casual tone, approaching. He stopped at Pete's side, eyes dancing between the lock and Pete's face.
Oct. 13th, 2009 03:50 am (UTC)
Bolting to a standing position, Peter almost rammed into the body of the person who had interrupted his amazing moment of possible criminal activity (there were video games in there). Naturally, it was Stebbins.

He didn't know this until he caught his breath enough to open his eyes and stare at the boy beside him. But he should've known all along -- mostly because there was that feeling in the air.

"I was concentrating." Pete had concentrated like that since he was a little obnoxious brat trying to color in the lines and failing. He had the urge to add some sort of colorful D-BAG, BITCH or NERDNUGGET to the end of that statement, you know, as a term of endearment ("I was concentrating, bitch <3"), but he refrained. He just wanted to be playing some video games at this point.
Oct. 13th, 2009 02:06 pm (UTC)
Stebbins smirked and managed to repress a bark of laughter. McVries would be the type to stick his tongue out to concentrate. He looked in the window to see why McVries was so intent on entering the arcade (last Stebbins checked, the place was emtpy and not working) and was surprised to see everying on.

He looked to Pete again, wondering how long it would take him to actually pick the lock.

"May I?" he held his hand out for the paper clip. He wouldn't say it aloud, but he was looking forward to winning a possible game of air hockey against McVries, should the other Walker be willing to play him.
Oct. 14th, 2009 03:01 am (UTC)
Eyes shifting between Stebbins hand and the paper clip he held (it was a prized treasure from his pocket, after all), Peter finally handed it over. He crossed his arms and took a step back. "Be my guest, man."

He wasn't sure where Olson or Garraty went -- or even Baker... but something in his mind told him Stebbins could be good company. Possibly because Pete had been hanging around here alone for so long. Shit, if he was still on the Walk and someone told him he'd be standing here with Stebbins trying to bust into an arcade, he would've pitched a holy bitch.
Oct. 14th, 2009 07:15 am (UTC)
Walker 88 gently plucked the bent paper clip from Walker 61's hand and bent down to shimmy it into the lock. He wasn't about to tell Pete about his embarrassing preteen rebellious phase wherein he learned to pick locks to further his own adolescent agendas.

After a few moments, the lock clicked open and Stebbins stood away from the door, sweeping his arms in an 'after you' motion. He definitely was going to be challenging McVries to that game of air hockey.
( 7 comments — Leave a comment )