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Adrian Stringer
Age: 20
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 210 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Athletic but slightly overweight as well
Adrian took the key from his pocket and slid it into the lock, slowly opening the door, mumbling 5368 to himself. The lock opened, allowing him to enter the porch. He took the second key, and slid that into the mortice lock, anticipating the stiffness of the lock, the bolt moving with a quiet thud. Finally, he took the third and last key, and slid it into the lock, slowly turning the lock, hearing the quiet click indicating the door was open. He paused, as he listened out, his experience in the cadets had honed both his night vision and his hearing. All he could hear was the sound of a car drive pass, the boom boom boom of the unnecessary large bass speaker marking the car’s presence to all in-sundry.
As the door opened, the remote sensor stopped flashing as anticipated. He had 60 seconds to reach the control panel. As a droplet of sweat ran of his brow, he entered the code, 5368, the alarm system successfully deactivated.
He sighed deeply. He caught a photo of Jane, and stopped and stared at it, AT HER. She was in her late 30s, and a widower. The first couple of years, she took it hard, but the last year or so, she had obviously accepted her loss, as she started to wear more colourful attire, and more revealing outfits. But the previous night was one night too far.
She had worn a tight summer dress, her small but perky breasts clearly visible under the halter-neck top of the dress. He had looked at her for months, becoming more and more intoxicated by her beauty, her looks, her sexuality.
He ascended the stairs he had ascended many times, including that afternoon as he had rehearsed the movements, knowing which stairs creek, and those that don’t. At the top, he stopped, and listened, looking around the landing, the house in almost total silence.
After several minutes, he was sure that she was asleep, and slowly step-toed into her back bedroom, placing the balaclava over his already hot head, and pushed the door ajar, and stepped in, looking around the room, at his prey.
OOC
I envisage during the evening, things do not go well for Adrian, in at least his plan back fires... But does he get the woman of his dreams? Looking for a female to play the part of the widower; and the power struggle that will develop.
Adrian Stringer
Age: 20
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 210 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Athletic but slightly overweight as well
Adrian took the key from his pocket and slid it into the lock, slowly opening the door, mumbling 5368 to himself. The lock opened, allowing him to enter the porch. He took the second key, and slid that into the mortice lock, anticipating the stiffness of the lock, the bolt moving with a quiet thud. Finally, he took the third and last key, and slid it into the lock, slowly turning the lock, hearing the quiet click indicating the door was open. He paused, as he listened out, his experience in the cadets had honed both his night vision and his hearing. All he could hear was the sound of a car drive pass, the boom boom boom of the unnecessary large bass speaker marking the car’s presence to all in-sundry.
As the door opened, the remote sensor stopped flashing as anticipated. He had 60 seconds to reach the control panel. As a droplet of sweat ran of his brow, he entered the code, 5368, the alarm system successfully deactivated.
He sighed deeply. He caught a photo of Jane, and stopped and stared at it, AT HER. She was in her late 30s, and a widower. The first couple of years, she took it hard, but the last year or so, she had obviously accepted her loss, as she started to wear more colourful attire, and more revealing outfits. But the previous night was one night too far.
She had worn a tight summer dress, her small but perky breasts clearly visible under the halter-neck top of the dress. He had looked at her for months, becoming more and more intoxicated by her beauty, her looks, her sexuality.
He ascended the stairs he had ascended many times, including that afternoon as he had rehearsed the movements, knowing which stairs creek, and those that don’t. At the top, he stopped, and listened, looking around the landing, the house in almost total silence.
After several minutes, he was sure that she was asleep, and slowly step-toed into her back bedroom, placing the balaclava over his already hot head, and pushed the door ajar, and stepped in, looking around the room, at his prey.
OOC
I envisage during the evening, things do not go well for Adrian, in at least his plan back fires... But does he get the woman of his dreams? Looking for a female to play the part of the widower; and the power struggle that will develop.
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