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Prompt# 203- Crumpled Paper - Silent Doors - Tekia - Original
Title: Silent Doors
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Crumpled Paper
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: Faila needs to learn patience.
Faila scowled into the dark hallows that were the building’s windows. Shale had disappeared into the building several minutes ago and should have already sent her some sort of sign to follow. She bit her lip and tapped her foot as she fought back the urge to head into the building without giving him ample time to clear the way.
Not that she needed him to clear the way for her. She was a good thief. Well, she was good at being a thief. She’s stolen from the great house in her old home more than once and never got caught red handed. She didn’t need to let Shale be the one to clear a path for her.
Snorting to herself, she stood and raced across the darkened street and flattened her back against the wall. Her breath was steady and her heart wasn’t pounding in her ears and she cracked a smile in mild anger at how used to this she was. She made herself wait, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. It wouldn’t do any of them any good if she messed up and got caught.
She didn’t like getting caught. Shale didn’t like it when she got caught. Not that she had gotten caught many times. Only that once and how was she supposed to know that that house was home to a god? Shale should have told her. She frowned and nodded, she was ready.
She slid past the wall and around the corner where Shale had disappeared and hissed at the utter blackness between the two close standing buildings. She couldn’t see a thing! She crouched and tried to let her eyes focus, but she had waited long enough. There had to be another way into the building. She remembered the windows were open all around the building. She eyed the bit of light from the moon spilling onto the wall behind her, illuminating only one window, but it was enough. She could see the window and it was on the wall facing the other building.
She poked her head back into the street to find that it was still empty and rushed into the middle before turning about and running at full speed back into the alley at an angle. She kicked off the opposite wall and flipped into the air, aimed up and away. She nearly missed the window and scrapped her shins against the brick, but her hands grasped a hold of the sill and she paused to steady herself.
The room was empty. Of everything. She scowled and lowered her feet to the floor. As soon as she touched down, she sprinted across the room to the only door, and inched it open.
It was a long hall, with doors on either side leading into a darkness she could only assume was a staircase leading down. She bit her lip and wondered where Shale had gone. The hall was empty, but she could hear a soft murmur of voices coming from below her feet. She stepped into the hall, careful with each step and approached the next door in line and pressed her ear to it.
Silence. Good. She tried the knob and found this room also empty. So was the next and the next. She felt a weight settle in the bottom of her stomach as she realized they were too late. The goods had been moved already and they were out of luck. She cursed under her breath and pressed her ear to the last door. There was silence within, but just then the noise from below grew.
A light flickered up the stairs and several sets of footsteps began to march their way up. Panicked, Faila pushed open the door and returned to her cursing. Of course this room was still full. This was where they will be headed, she’d wager. She lightly stepped across the room and knelt next to a tower of boxes, her back to the wall, her hands on her knifes. She eyed the window that let in unfiltered moonlight and wondered just what had happened to Shale. It was so like him to suddenly be absent.
Three men entered the room, speaking all hush hush, and Faila sat, tense, until she realized that they were seated around a makeshift desk, pouring over maps. She waited, and waited, but they didn’t move and she finally let herself relax. Twenty minutes later, she was idly picking under her nails with her knife when the voices changed into some sort of agreement and papers were suddenly rustling and chairs moving. She peered around the tower of boxes to see two of the men leave and the third man packing up a case. He tossed some papers and stuffed even more. He rolled up maps and crumpled others under his feet.
Then he was gone out the door and down the stairs. Faila stuck out her tongue at the closed door and waited a good minute before emerging from her hiding spot. She knelt beside the crumpled paper littering the ground and stuffed as much as she could into her pack at her waist without reading any of it. These maps maybe will help them find where the goods had been moved to. Hopefully.
Finished, Faila scowled at the silence behind the door. Where had Shale gone off to?
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Crumpled Paper
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: Faila needs to learn patience.
Faila scowled into the dark hallows that were the building’s windows. Shale had disappeared into the building several minutes ago and should have already sent her some sort of sign to follow. She bit her lip and tapped her foot as she fought back the urge to head into the building without giving him ample time to clear the way.
Not that she needed him to clear the way for her. She was a good thief. Well, she was good at being a thief. She’s stolen from the great house in her old home more than once and never got caught red handed. She didn’t need to let Shale be the one to clear a path for her.
Snorting to herself, she stood and raced across the darkened street and flattened her back against the wall. Her breath was steady and her heart wasn’t pounding in her ears and she cracked a smile in mild anger at how used to this she was. She made herself wait, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. It wouldn’t do any of them any good if she messed up and got caught.
She didn’t like getting caught. Shale didn’t like it when she got caught. Not that she had gotten caught many times. Only that once and how was she supposed to know that that house was home to a god? Shale should have told her. She frowned and nodded, she was ready.
She slid past the wall and around the corner where Shale had disappeared and hissed at the utter blackness between the two close standing buildings. She couldn’t see a thing! She crouched and tried to let her eyes focus, but she had waited long enough. There had to be another way into the building. She remembered the windows were open all around the building. She eyed the bit of light from the moon spilling onto the wall behind her, illuminating only one window, but it was enough. She could see the window and it was on the wall facing the other building.
She poked her head back into the street to find that it was still empty and rushed into the middle before turning about and running at full speed back into the alley at an angle. She kicked off the opposite wall and flipped into the air, aimed up and away. She nearly missed the window and scrapped her shins against the brick, but her hands grasped a hold of the sill and she paused to steady herself.
The room was empty. Of everything. She scowled and lowered her feet to the floor. As soon as she touched down, she sprinted across the room to the only door, and inched it open.
It was a long hall, with doors on either side leading into a darkness she could only assume was a staircase leading down. She bit her lip and wondered where Shale had gone. The hall was empty, but she could hear a soft murmur of voices coming from below her feet. She stepped into the hall, careful with each step and approached the next door in line and pressed her ear to it.
Silence. Good. She tried the knob and found this room also empty. So was the next and the next. She felt a weight settle in the bottom of her stomach as she realized they were too late. The goods had been moved already and they were out of luck. She cursed under her breath and pressed her ear to the last door. There was silence within, but just then the noise from below grew.
A light flickered up the stairs and several sets of footsteps began to march their way up. Panicked, Faila pushed open the door and returned to her cursing. Of course this room was still full. This was where they will be headed, she’d wager. She lightly stepped across the room and knelt next to a tower of boxes, her back to the wall, her hands on her knifes. She eyed the window that let in unfiltered moonlight and wondered just what had happened to Shale. It was so like him to suddenly be absent.
Three men entered the room, speaking all hush hush, and Faila sat, tense, until she realized that they were seated around a makeshift desk, pouring over maps. She waited, and waited, but they didn’t move and she finally let herself relax. Twenty minutes later, she was idly picking under her nails with her knife when the voices changed into some sort of agreement and papers were suddenly rustling and chairs moving. She peered around the tower of boxes to see two of the men leave and the third man packing up a case. He tossed some papers and stuffed even more. He rolled up maps and crumpled others under his feet.
Then he was gone out the door and down the stairs. Faila stuck out her tongue at the closed door and waited a good minute before emerging from her hiding spot. She knelt beside the crumpled paper littering the ground and stuffed as much as she could into her pack at her waist without reading any of it. These maps maybe will help them find where the goods had been moved to. Hopefully.
Finished, Faila scowled at the silence behind the door. Where had Shale gone off to?