soleil so wasn't kansas' scene. and yet, they were roaming the premises after interviewing a prospective client, feeling too restless to return home despite it being the dead of night in the city of unrest. people were dropping like flies—they didn't intend on joining all the others in their shallow graves, and yet they still pushed their luck whenever given the opportunity. after their third lap of the complex, they'd noticed a figure openly struggling with what they assumed was gaining access to their apartment. sliding their headphones off and slinging them around their neck, they slowly approached, their footsteps nearly silent as they observed the person mumbling to no one. well, kansas could relate. the most conversation they had in a day was normally held with themselves. "that's weird. i got buzzed in immediately," they finally spoke up from the darkness cloaking them. they had no concept of how frightening their approach was, only thinking about how they could solve this new problem presented to them. "i can help. i'm historically talented at finding stuff." was then a good time to announce how they hadn't actually lived there? ... perhaps not. instead, they rolled their shoulders, far more confident in the pursuit of digging up a missing key than they felt sometimes in their attempts to discover missing bodies. "or i can just pick the lock for you. i keep bobby pins on me at all times."
Daisy stumbles as she turns to face the stranger. ❝I'm pretty sure my neighbors hate me,❞ There's no dismay in their admittance. Daisy, fully self aware, knew they weren't always pleasant to be around. Neither did they care. She lived her life on her own terms, not that of her neighbors. She didn't much care how they felt about her...until, of course, she was in need of their assistance to let her inside.
❝Yeah? I'm pretty shit at finding anything,❞ Call it bad memory or negligence or what have you. ❝I mean, if I was desperate enough, I could let myself in,❞ They certainly weren't opposed to breaking locks or windows to get in somewhere, but that didn't mean they were ready to go that extra step just yet. ❝But I'd still like to have my keys. Not having them is an inconvenience more than anything,❞ The key to her job's safe was on there, for instance. Strangers passing by wouldn't know that, but if her boss found out, she could only imagine she'd be fired. Again.


















