07-20-2008, 11:17 PM
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Rummaging through the city was quite an experience. The dust was so thick on some shelves in some buildings that Laurel almost felt bad disturbing it to dust off books and other objects. More so, his nose certainly didn't appreciate it and after a sneezing fit or two, he had gotten past the irritation and started to hold his breath when it comes to dusting. Between himself and Nikita, they were deep in a run down house that hadn't been broken into… at least until they had come along. Between the two of them, getting the door open had revealled a place that was far from kept well on the inside.[/html]
Stacks of magazines, books, cassette tapes, and records were stacked on the floors and equally scattered around haphazardly. The shelves were no better and as he sifted through the rooms quietly, letting his eyes trace over everything from useless trinkets to faded photos on the wall. “A place like this would be a packrat's dream,” he murmured, plucking his hat from his head as it caught on another doorframe. “Find anything interesting, Nikki?” he called out for his partner in crime, then eyeing a clock on the wall which had stopped on numbers he didn't have any comprehension of. 6:14, it bolded told him from its place on the kitchen wall.