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[Fidel Mantangra]

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Fidel ran his tongue over his lips, which suddenly felt very dry. He hummed while he worked, it was a tune to a song he couldn't remember but was definitely stuck in his head. Every once and a while he would remember a bit of the words and add it in to the repeating tune. Other times he would just make up his own words. Truth be told, he was nervous. He had never been here before, let alone to trespass or steal anything. Well, he had peeked inside once and been around a few time to get an idea of its schedule, but other than that he hadn't been there.

The air was chilly, and there was a steady drizzle. The time would've read 1:17, and the nighttime sky–tinted a dull purple by the rain– definitely was proof of the late hour. Everyone was in bed, presumably in bed that is. Even if they weren't they probably wouldn't be caught outside. Fidel hated the rain himself, but that was no obstacle if a heist was in question. he was lucky to have made it out of the dorms so easily. Getting past Zander, Jayden, and Loki was no easy task. Je had lain awake for hours waiting to verify that everyone was indeed asleep.

They were up pretty late though. He was worried his plan would be in jeopardy when Zander had a friend over. What was her name again? Mel was it? He couldn't be bothered to remember such details. All he knew was that she was Zander's new girlfriend or something like that. Which was strange because Fidel thought Zander was gay. She had only dropped by to give Zander some cookies...tarts maybe? Fidel didn't have a clue, he hadn't seen anything like them in his life. Zander said they were Polish, and Fidel responded "weird" and forgot the issue, just glad that the kid wasn't planning on staying the night.

His neck was starting to hurt now. Squatting so low and having it craned at such an angle. His humming was interrupted by a frustrated growl. This lock was proving to be a lot tougher than he first thought. He removed one of his tools and placed it in-between his teeth, inserting it into the lock, then violently jiggling the other tool around. There was a soft click. Fidel spat out the little metal piece and sat back on his heels, sighing in relief.

Straightening he placed his hand on the door knob, cracking it slightly with a loud grating noise. He peered into the dark room. He had just gone in one of the back entrances, an employee entrance for a few reasons. One, it was out of view and the area was poorly lit;two, if someone found the door unlocked they'd simply think that a careless employee had forgotten to lock it; and three, where he was headed he wouldn't have to break through many other locks. So far everything was going nice and smooth. Fidel chuckled and stepped into the room letting the door fall shut behind him, how good it felt to be doing this again. Unzipping his hoodie and lifting the brim of his hat he reached into his pocket and drew out a small water-proof flashlight, flicking it on and searching the room. Good, no sign that anyone was still here. Time for some fun.

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tag; Dimitri!
word count: 578
notes; just to prevent confusion, Mel is still a guy.. Fidel just thinks he's a girl
Outfit; It's all soggy too

[Dimitri Zhukov]

Up to no good

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Notations: B/E always fun.
Credit: To Shaggy!
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[Fidel Mantangra]

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The atmosphere of the spa was eerie. It was quiet, the feminine shrieks, relieved and relaxed sighs, and the soft bubble of mineral baths had faded for the time being. Possibly for the entire week, considering the whole hurricane nonsense. All the more reason, Fidel thought, that no one could possibly catch him breaking into the place. He felt that he was pretty much set for smooth sailing for this entire break-in thing, and as such he ceased having such calculated caution as had gotten him out of the dorms without detection. He had been silent for the first few minutes upon entering the building, but as he came to the aforementioned realizations he began humming.

It was a curious feeling, when he didn't feel such pressure he words tarted to come to his mind. He had had alot of pressure these past few months, he guessed it was mostly because of his new relationship with Jay. He felt stressed about it, but it was a sort of blissful stress. He really did love the boy, loved him to death. But gods did it feel good to be doing this again!! Eventually the words turned into a soft song. "'Cause all of the stars have faded away. Just try not to worry, you'll see them someday. Take what you need and be on your way--" Fidel froze in his tracks and ceased singing. Silence closed in all around. The teen waited for about two seconds, contemplating the darkness before exclaiming to the empty room, "...those aren't difficult lyrics at all!"

With an irritated huff he bent to work on another lock, muttering all the while to himself "What a dumb thing to have stuck in your head... I wonder where it came from? Who sang that again? Meh whatever.." and on and on. This lock wasn't as hard to break, it opened with a simple few jiggles, mediocre maneuvering, and finally a hearty click. Child's play.

Fidel straightened again, taking up the same tune–humming this time– any pushed open the door into the lobby. It was the employee's entrance to the Spa's reception. First order of business; Lost and Found. Fidel made it a habit to always check Lost and Found first. All the items were "loose", meaning they didn't have any sort of measures taken to ensure their safety. Second, they were always plainly marked "LOST AND FOUND" in bold black marker and in a clear plastic tub. Also, no one would realize if someone had stolen from the Lost and Found bin, probably not the staff and certainly not the customers. Fidel was more or less disappointed by the contents. There were mostly books, sunglasses, and abandoned articles of clothing. "hmm.." he reached in and pulled something out at random. When the light of his flashlight fell on it he realized it was a pair of bright pink, and lacy panties. He held it between his thumb and forefinger, making a face. Who forgets their unders at a spa anyway?

With a grumble he stuck his arm back into the assortment. His finger brushed something rectangular. His interest piqued and his finger wrapped around the item. It was an Ipod, a white video ipod. One of the heavy kinds. He smiled, well, it was something that might fetch a price! Just as he was about to pocket it he sudden;y felt a very hair-raising feeling come over the room. His imagination began running wild. What if he was being watched? What if some one had followed him here? She shuddered visibly, it was life a Murder mystery in the making. he hadn't heard any stories about Heaven's Spa being haunted. that'd be ironic, wouldn't it? Heaven's Spa: Hotspot for haunting.

He flicked the light around the room nervously, "...Hello?" he shook his head, he could've sworn he saw something in the corner of his eye. He shook his head and tried to shake it off, he was fine. Nothing was going wrong tonight. Or so he hoped.

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tag; Dimitri!
word count: 707
notes; sneaky, sneaky..
Outfit; It's all soggy too

[Dimitri Zhukov]

Up to no good.

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Notations: Sneaky indeed.
Credit: To Shaggy!
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[Fidel Mantangra]

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Fidel was picking up his guard again It had been stupid to drop it in the first place. All humming and singing ceased an desisted, silence engulfed the place. It was awfully chilling, kinda spooky too. He cursed his stupidity. Why did he let himself get so loose? What if he had accidentally compromised this whole night? He stopped breathing, and.. what is he was being watched right now?

Fidel wasn't an easy person to scare, but something about the whole situation just kind of freaked him out, set him on edge. He would've loved to hum something to keep his mind off of any fears. But again, if someone had followed him, better not let them know of his presence. he kept trying to convince himself that everything was going just fine. Still he couldn't shake the feeling.

Finding nothing else of interest, Fidel lifted the lost and found box, shook it a bit to make everything look as though items had been thrown in at random instead of sifted through, and slid the box back under the counter where it belonged. HJe picked up his flashlight and flipped it on, flicking it around the room a bit to make sure no one was there. He chewed his lower lip, focusing it on one particular spot before shutting it off and allowing The inky darkness to take its place again. "What a creepy place," he muttered to himself.

He stood still and let the silence ring in his ears again, probing the dark for any sort of movement or sound, perhaps a shallow breath or the squeak of a shoe. His heart was pounding so hard he almost feared it would give him away. He made a grimace and crouched, opening one of the front desk drawers and searching through until he spotted what he was looking for. A key. From what he had seen so far, all of the door locks had had another, smaller lock just beneath the main one. It was a slot for the master Key, the Skeleton key as it were. Now this key could've served one of two functions. One; a spare key to the main skeleton key. Or two; it was a key to a lockbox somewhere that held all of the spare keys to get into every room. He also pocketed it, guess he'd find out later.

He flipped on his flashlight again, where to next? Probably the spa shop. Perhaps in there this creepy feeling might leave him alone.

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tag; Dimitri!
word count: 427
notes; Nothing to report, captain!
Outfit; It's all soggy too