Girl's Night Out

[myra_reldon]

She's glad for the short break she had, as it gave her enough time to inform The Chief of her impending absences, and to relax in the solitude of the new apartment. It was probably one of the quietest, and more secluded locations she's had, and she's quickly becoming appreciative of The Chief's choice in apartments. She remains in her current

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[thrasherpunk]

There are other teenagers around, dressed in the same kind of style, so at least Chaz doesn't look out of place. She enters wearing a backpack, and her board is strapped onto it. Her clothes aren't exactly blaringly bright colors, but they're not solid black sneak-around-in-the-dark gear, either.

She spots Myra at almost the same time Myra spots her, and heads over without waving or yelling, in case she's supposed to be discrete. "Hey. It's just you here, right?"

[myra_reldon]

"Just me." Myra smiles and tosses the magazine to the side as she stands. "Come on up." She smiles, leading the way to the elevator, and then down the hall of the fifth floor to a door she unceremoniously unlocks, holding it open once she's inside. She locks it behind Chaz once she's inside.

"So, we should be cool to talk about whatever. The Chief had the place picked out back when he called me." There are some closed folders on a small desk and an open duffel bag sitting on the floor next to the bed. If Chaz inspects them, they're just some old documents on past deeds of The Shadow.

[thrasherpunk]

Chaz follows her up, and she tries to be subtle about it but she just has to take a good look around. She figures it'd be remiss of her not to. "Okay. I guess he would've checked the place for bugs. What d'you need to know?" The backpack slides off her shoulder and she swings it from one hand, but looks unsure about sitting down without being invited. Somebody raised her with a few manners, at least.

[myra_reldon]

Myra pulls the beaten chair from the desk and sits in it backwards, she's getting comfortable and motions to the bed