To Catch a Thief...
The night had fallen and the moon was hidden behind thick, dark clouds. A nameless girl lay in her bed, twitching and starting to feel the addiction clawing at her mind, troubling her, keeping her from being able to wait any longer. She bit her lip until it bled, trying not to call any unwanted attention from the two girls that she had been stuck into sharing a room with.
But she had waited long enough. The campus was now as dark and as silent as it could be. The last of the professors had long since closed their office doors. The janitorial staff had finished cleaning the halls, and most if not all of the students had retired for the night. It took a few days to notice all of these patterns, and with this being a school for magical girls extra precautions needed to be taken. But she could not wait any longer or else she would go crazy. Or even worse...her very body would begin to rip apart, cell by cell in the most agonizing pain a human could experience.
The girl suited up in her normal gear: a skin-tight black body suit with silver trim, prevously hidden underneath her pajamas. Boots, kneepads, and .gloves soon followed. A thin utility belt was finally strapped around her waist, containing all the small tools a spy or a thief might need. The soundproof bubble permanently generated by her body helped keep from waking either of her sleeping roommates, but still she moved with the quiet precision of an assassin. Then, without warning, she dematerialized and fell though the floor to the ground below.
Now a mere shadow, the ghostly girl ran across the deserted campus, not worried about being seen but in a hurry, feeling the craving so much more strongly now that she had taken steps to procure the items she would need. It took little time at all to reach the Potions lab, the building that stored all the chemicals she would need. In ghostform, she cautiously phased through the outermost wall and began to creep along the empty hallway, cautious to avoid whatever magical traps she may find.
((OOC: Open to the professors, either to show up in person or to operate whatever magical alarms, traps, or security systems have been placed on the important buildings at St. Catherine's to prohibit unauthorized access after hours.))
But she had waited long enough. The campus was now as dark and as silent as it could be. The last of the professors had long since closed their office doors. The janitorial staff had finished cleaning the halls, and most if not all of the students had retired for the night. It took a few days to notice all of these patterns, and with this being a school for magical girls extra precautions needed to be taken. But she could not wait any longer or else she would go crazy. Or even worse...her very body would begin to rip apart, cell by cell in the most agonizing pain a human could experience.
The girl suited up in her normal gear: a skin-tight black body suit with silver trim, prevously hidden underneath her pajamas. Boots, kneepads, and .gloves soon followed. A thin utility belt was finally strapped around her waist, containing all the small tools a spy or a thief might need. The soundproof bubble permanently generated by her body helped keep from waking either of her sleeping roommates, but still she moved with the quiet precision of an assassin. Then, without warning, she dematerialized and fell though the floor to the ground below.
Now a mere shadow, the ghostly girl ran across the deserted campus, not worried about being seen but in a hurry, feeling the craving so much more strongly now that she had taken steps to procure the items she would need. It took little time at all to reach the Potions lab, the building that stored all the chemicals she would need. In ghostform, she cautiously phased through the outermost wall and began to creep along the empty hallway, cautious to avoid whatever magical traps she may find.
((OOC: Open to the professors, either to show up in person or to operate whatever magical alarms, traps, or security systems have been placed on the important buildings at St. Catherine's to prohibit unauthorized access after hours.))