Next day, next morning, with a father still sleeping, for once.
This fact alone demolished whole plan she had until now, she couldnāt help but stare at the clock, waiting for minutes to pass, for the right moment, which was now. Sun slowly rising into the sky, perfect time for some people to wake up, but maybe not today.
Steps taken onto a cold wooden floor, of this rather small room. Steps taken by Rita, while the little girl that went to sleep last night wasā¦ away, in a way ā again.
Hiding clothes where one sleeps can be a nuisance when one chooses to sleep, but this is where clothes were hidden, and so from underneath the bedding black tank top and blue jeans came.
Clothes that were soon to be worn, but first a little peek outside the door was needed, for yesterdays unexpected situation made father suspicious for sure. Doors opened like a slowly opened can, when you try to be quiet at night. Creaking as loud as oneās groan, acceptable in other cases, but possibly not enough when facing a man that sleeps lightly.
A second, a two, three, maybe more, no living soul seen through the narrow chink. Only lightly opened door on the other side, door to where father rests.
Time passing, frustrating raising, for how long can one wait? Finally, it is enough. She opened door, and moved on the tip-toes towards the entrance, already clothed, but still lacking one thing she hid above the exit door. There she stands on the second doormat, the one inside their home, right in front of the door.
She reaches to a small hidden compartment, father once used, and sighs with relief, for she sees what was left, was untouched, unnoticed.
Satisfied, with the last part in hands - jacket as black as her top, she opens the door, to leaveā¦
One leg on a cold stone, the other still resting on doormat. I wonder, she thinks, will he interrupt now orā¦
She waits, for a brief longer, yet nothing happens, and so she leaves, outside putting on last two things ā Jacket, and boots.
Once door is closed, another doorā¦ to room of the one she expected, moves.
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Out on the streets, streets that seen better times, streets with a wild animal here and there, or an annoying one wearing a mask. Attention can be easily found, just as easy it is to avoid it, if one knows howā¦
Even then, youāll finally stumble upon something that canāt be avoided, bribed, she thought. Road to police station wasnāt long, nor short, she was late, and curious about one thing. Where did the little Jen went to, she thought, where did she live, or rather livedā¦
Question that couldnāt leave her mind, couldnāt bother her more than now, it was a question, that needed an answer.
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A lot of questions, a lot of suspicions, a lot of guesses, led her to a place of crime, one that never got to be wrote down, for too sudden was an appearance of the masked ones. Still a guess based on the words that were heard before, words of hate, and suspicion ā Father that died, and a child that was never found, seemed to be a bit fitting, or at least more fitting than the last idea of aā¦ hotel.
Walk to another part of the city, distant part that surely will prolong the whole meeting, if one will be. Nonetheless, there she found a home, straight out a horror, abandoned, and somehow changed, giving off aura of death.
Hmm, I like it, smells like home, she thought. Wanting to go inside, yet having a feeling, that it would be risky. Feeling wasted more time, time used on thinking, idea aroseā¦
Idea, that might cause more trouble than help.
āStill, if I can catch attention of a Crow, with a bloodlust, maybe here it will work as wellā¦ā She muttered, taking out a knife, playing with it between the fingers, then she decided, itās time.
She didnāt move an inch, and yet her presence from dim, grew to a fire, fueled by bloodlust.
She waited, and waitedā¦
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OOC - Well, since Jen wanted to find her so much, and Rita got curious... ^^