It was the blackest hour, most had been asleep after a night of drinking and partying... The rogue moved through the night, probably too sober for her own good. She never drank before a job, this was no exception, even if nobody put her up to it. Her eyes were the only thing that showed, the rest of her body was covered in black. Black jacket, black pants, black beanie, and a mask covering her mouth and nose. She was in full on sneak mode, not making a single sound as she moved through the camp. There was a second bag slung over her shoulder, and gloved hands gripped the strap.
Easy, Ko-Ko... Her body was unsteady, craving the toxins that she'd been feeding it the past months. She felt herself get shaky but she wouldn't quit, she'd keep moving. Get in, get out. No dragging Saila in to bail you out this time... You got this..
Keirra looked around, a few people moved by and she stayed far away from the fire's light. She rolled beneath a camper, belly crawling her way through. She found the desired camper and moved towards it in a crouching walk. Boots made not a noise as she moved forwards. Gloved hands reached into the bag, pulling the book out and dropping it down gently on the step of the camper. There was a note written in it, addressed to a one Mr. Vlad.
Just as quickly as she snuck in, she worked on sneaking back out. It was only after the little rogue was clear of camp, that she pulled off the gloves and dropped them on the ground. "Balls... I need a drink."
Easy, Ko-Ko... Her body was unsteady, craving the toxins that she'd been feeding it the past months. She felt herself get shaky but she wouldn't quit, she'd keep moving. Get in, get out. No dragging Saila in to bail you out this time... You got this..
Keirra looked around, a few people moved by and she stayed far away from the fire's light. She rolled beneath a camper, belly crawling her way through. She found the desired camper and moved towards it in a crouching walk. Boots made not a noise as she moved forwards. Gloved hands reached into the bag, pulling the book out and dropping it down gently on the step of the camper. There was a note written in it, addressed to a one Mr. Vlad.
Just as quickly as she snuck in, she worked on sneaking back out. It was only after the little rogue was clear of camp, that she pulled off the gloves and dropped them on the ground. "Balls... I need a drink."