Post by Torrence Paige on Aug 11, 2016 16:32:18 GMT
A studio-type apartment. That was all Tori really wanted to get when she moved to Glenhaven. She had no reason to get a bigger one since she'd be living alone. But her parents had insisted on getting a 2-bedroom apartment, at least. So that there'd be space for them whenever they visit. Which they rarely do. And if they do, they stay in a hotel. So, eventually, the second bedroom because Tori's library-slash-workspace. She was grateful for it, though. At least she could separate her sleeping space from her thinking space. She had bookshelves along two of the four walls, and a desk on the third wall. The fourth wall housed the floor-to-ceiling window, and the door that led to a small balcony overlooking the street. She lived on the sixth floor. It wasn't much of a view, but she had put a chair-and-table patio set there, and she loved to stay there at night, just sitting in the darkness, savoring the perks of solitude.
Right now, she was sipping coffee and just letting her eyes and her brain rest for a bit before she had to go back to the article she was writing for some online page in Chicago. She'd been at it since midnight. She usually worked better at night, her brain being more wired and functional in the hours between 10 PM and 4 AM. She knew it was a bad habit, but it was usually more quiet within her neighborhood at those times, and was therefore more conducive for writing.
She finally finished her coffee and stood up, adjusting her hair pin as a few strands came loose. She had to finish the article tonight so she could have her Saturday to herself later on. She was planning to go see a movie and maybe get a massage.
Smiling to herself at the plans she had, she opened the door to her office...but the knob wouldn't turn. She tried again. And again. But to no avail.
"Oh, come on", she muttered to herself, turning the knob repeatedly, even though she knew her efforts were futile.
She groaned and smacked her palm on her forehead. "What. An. Idiot", she scolded herself, biting her lip, trying to find a way around this dilemma. She looked down at the street to see if she could find some passer-by who could call a locksmith for her, but the streets were deserted.
She groaned again. Then, she remembered she had a hair pin, and remembered the movies she'd watched as a child (shout-out to Nancy Drew) where a pin was used to pick a lock. She removed the pin from her hair and tried to copy the tutorials she'd watched before, when she was at a phase of wanting to be a detective. As she turned the pin within the keyhole, a loud sound came from inside her office and she immediately realized that she'd tripped her alarm.
"Great. Wake up everyone, why don't you, Tori", she muttered, giving up on her attempts to pick the lock. She hoped someone from the building would maybe come and rescue her. How? She had no idea.
Right now, she was sipping coffee and just letting her eyes and her brain rest for a bit before she had to go back to the article she was writing for some online page in Chicago. She'd been at it since midnight. She usually worked better at night, her brain being more wired and functional in the hours between 10 PM and 4 AM. She knew it was a bad habit, but it was usually more quiet within her neighborhood at those times, and was therefore more conducive for writing.
She finally finished her coffee and stood up, adjusting her hair pin as a few strands came loose. She had to finish the article tonight so she could have her Saturday to herself later on. She was planning to go see a movie and maybe get a massage.
Smiling to herself at the plans she had, she opened the door to her office...but the knob wouldn't turn. She tried again. And again. But to no avail.
"Oh, come on", she muttered to herself, turning the knob repeatedly, even though she knew her efforts were futile.
She groaned and smacked her palm on her forehead. "What. An. Idiot", she scolded herself, biting her lip, trying to find a way around this dilemma. She looked down at the street to see if she could find some passer-by who could call a locksmith for her, but the streets were deserted.
She groaned again. Then, she remembered she had a hair pin, and remembered the movies she'd watched as a child (shout-out to Nancy Drew) where a pin was used to pick a lock. She removed the pin from her hair and tried to copy the tutorials she'd watched before, when she was at a phase of wanting to be a detective. As she turned the pin within the keyhole, a loud sound came from inside her office and she immediately realized that she'd tripped her alarm.
"Great. Wake up everyone, why don't you, Tori", she muttered, giving up on her attempts to pick the lock. She hoped someone from the building would maybe come and rescue her. How? She had no idea.
