night visit [rp thread for work_with_it]

[take_mychances]

It was after midnight when she left the company of the Huntress. Dalia's adrenaline was high. She couldn't just go home and sleep. There were too many thoughts swimming in her head. What was she getting herself into? Could she keep up with Huntress? Would she ever know the woman's real identity? Would she be able to keep her new identity a

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[work_with_it]

James had long since considered what a perfect investment a BB gun would be. When little punks came alone and started spray painting the building or throwing rocks at windows, he could fire a few shots with that, not hurt anyone, but scare the idiots straight. The tapping at his window only made him consider the option for the hundredth time.

The officer got up from the couch and opened the window. "What the hell?" he snapped as he leaned out, not really seeing who was down there yet. "Some of us are trying to sleep!" Even though he was in his living room and his TV was on. No reason hooligans-- god, he felt old thinking that word-- needed to know that.

[take_mychances]

"I didn't mean to wake you." Dalia glanced upward, unable to help a small smile at his indignant form.

[work_with_it]

James looked down at her. He knew he should be surprised, but he wasn't. "You know, there is a buzzer on the door. Or these things called phones."

[take_mychances]

"I know...it was sort of...spur of the moment," Dalia called back. "Are you going to let me in or not?"