Post by sletzo on Jun 2, 2010 13:56:37 GMT -5
The disguise wasn’t one Scott much liked wearing. It was so, low-class. He wasn’t a fan of having to wear disguises like this, but when the situation called for it, well it was the best option. Especially in this situation, he was disguised as someone that was essentially invisible to the world at large. Thousands of people held similar jobs and they went unnoticed at large. By far it was the best choice for anyone trying to sneak in somewhere, especially if they wanted the ability to roam freely around the place they had snuck into.
Scott had taken on a new persona and personality entirely and only for this task. He was no longer an Actor turned Kindred, he was no longer over a century alive. He was now Jack Trennor, ex-con who had served five years in Prison for assault, working now as a Night-Janitor. It was the only job he could get and he had truly turned his life around. However much he disliked the job, it gave him a way to support his kids…who he never saw thanks to the divorce his ex-wife gave him when he got convicted. It was a job and a life, he had already repaid society for his crime, he wasn’t forgiven though. He would earn that forgiveness by making sure he did a good job. For the role, Scott was wearing makeup and a wig, he even went to the effort of applying a false tattoo to his neck, just to better sell the part. It wasn’t elaborate, just a rose.
He was dressed in blue coveralls, clean work boots, but despite that still had a somewhat grungy look to him. Probably because of the wig he wore that gave him shoulder length, unkempt looking black hair. With a very slight limp to his step, the result of a stabbing in prison, he walked up to the service entrance. His credentials didn’t check out if anyone bothered to actually check them out…Jack Trennor wouldn’t exist long enough for anyone to have reason to check out his credentials though, not when he was just a lowly janitor going to work at a News Paper office…had he been trying to sneak into a bank or museum this probably wouldn’t work. But this was no bank and it wasn’t a museum either. This was an office building with the only secrets being the stories, no one suspected a Janitor of trying to steal information. Not yet at any rate…perhaps after this they might, if something went wrong and they discovered what he was doing at least…but it wasn’t likely for anything to go -that- wrong.
The guard who stood at the door, predictably didn’t recognize the man dressed like a Janitor that was approaching him. As a result, he perked up and stood taller, ready to deny entrance. “Hold it right there, buddy. Who’re ya and where d’ya think ya’ going?”
Without so much as missing a beat, Jack respond, his voice someone gravelly. “ ‘m going to work, Boss. Y’didn’ get th’ call? ‘m the new Night-Janitor, lookin’ t’start my shift.” The words were accompanied with a New Yorker’s accent, just to better sell the role. He wouldn’t be denied access, not when he had to get to work to earn the money his kids needed…braces were expensive.
The security guard looked befuddled and confused briefly before letting Jack in. After all, no one would impersonate a Janitor just to sneak in here. They’d break in through the roof, if they were really that interested in getting in. Not actually walk up to a competent security guard like he was, and show his face. A particularly ugly face at that, with a big nose and a mole on the cheek.
Jack went in once he was given the okay with a nod of his head. His pace was slower thanks to the slight limp he walked with. Such was life, difficult and hard as it was, at least it was honest now. After five years inside, he didn’t want to go back, that was for sure, so honest worked. Once inside, he went into storage and loaded up a cart with Janitor supplies. A short few minutes later, he was limping his way down the hall, pushing the cart as he went. Jack fully intended to do his job, even if he didn’t really exist.
A few hours passed. He appeared and disappeared on several security cameras. Passed by more than one security guard who didn’t even pay him the smallest bit of attention. Jack did his job, cleaning the building starting on the bottom floor and working his way up, one floor at a time. Each floor was left quite clean as he went. Discreetly he checked the name on every office door, checking to see if it was the one he needed. Predictably every office he cleaned in those three hours, -wasn’t- the one he was there to clean. That didn’t matter though, he wasn’t done yet and was confident that he would find the right office in time.
A third of the way up, he eventually hit the right floor. When he finally spotted the office, he made a hasty job of cleaning it, taking note of the security camera just outside the door. He left then and continued on his way. A few more hours passed before he was finishing his job. It was almost sunrise already, just a couple of brief hours until the sun rose. He went over each office and floor again on his way back down, double checking his work to make sure it was done well. To any security camera’s that saw him, that’s exactly what he was doing. As a result when his cart was left noticeably alone on the same floor that Dr. Richard Anderson’s office was, no one paid it any mind. He had seen before where the security camera was and the rotation it took. Being quick, he snuck into the office, making sure he wasn’t seen by the camera as he went.
It took him a few minutes to boot the computer back up. But he wasn’t worried. If anyone happened to notice and sneak in, well he could easily confess to a smaller crime…like looking at porn illegally on the computer, instead of what he actually was doing, and then talk his way out of the security guards arresting him and sneak away before anyone noticed. That didn’t happen though. The security guards were tired and half asleep from a long, boring night of work. They didn’t bother to check on him. Jack was able to copy the entire hard drive over to the portable hard drive and sneak back out of the office, after having turned the computer back off and cleaned up the office properly, just as discreetly as he had entered.
Wasting no extra time, he took the service elevator back down to the lowest floor. Jack then led the cart out the door to throw away the garbage he had collected in the nearby dumpster. The security guard never noticed his running off, leaving the cart by the dumpster all alone, wig left behind in the dumpster itself. Jack disappeared two hours before the sun rose. Scott returned to existence just in time to sleep through the day in the safety of his hotel room, prepared to deliver the portable hard drive that contained Dr. Anderson’s entire computer hard drive on it.
Scott had taken on a new persona and personality entirely and only for this task. He was no longer an Actor turned Kindred, he was no longer over a century alive. He was now Jack Trennor, ex-con who had served five years in Prison for assault, working now as a Night-Janitor. It was the only job he could get and he had truly turned his life around. However much he disliked the job, it gave him a way to support his kids…who he never saw thanks to the divorce his ex-wife gave him when he got convicted. It was a job and a life, he had already repaid society for his crime, he wasn’t forgiven though. He would earn that forgiveness by making sure he did a good job. For the role, Scott was wearing makeup and a wig, he even went to the effort of applying a false tattoo to his neck, just to better sell the part. It wasn’t elaborate, just a rose.
He was dressed in blue coveralls, clean work boots, but despite that still had a somewhat grungy look to him. Probably because of the wig he wore that gave him shoulder length, unkempt looking black hair. With a very slight limp to his step, the result of a stabbing in prison, he walked up to the service entrance. His credentials didn’t check out if anyone bothered to actually check them out…Jack Trennor wouldn’t exist long enough for anyone to have reason to check out his credentials though, not when he was just a lowly janitor going to work at a News Paper office…had he been trying to sneak into a bank or museum this probably wouldn’t work. But this was no bank and it wasn’t a museum either. This was an office building with the only secrets being the stories, no one suspected a Janitor of trying to steal information. Not yet at any rate…perhaps after this they might, if something went wrong and they discovered what he was doing at least…but it wasn’t likely for anything to go -that- wrong.
The guard who stood at the door, predictably didn’t recognize the man dressed like a Janitor that was approaching him. As a result, he perked up and stood taller, ready to deny entrance. “Hold it right there, buddy. Who’re ya and where d’ya think ya’ going?”
Without so much as missing a beat, Jack respond, his voice someone gravelly. “ ‘m going to work, Boss. Y’didn’ get th’ call? ‘m the new Night-Janitor, lookin’ t’start my shift.” The words were accompanied with a New Yorker’s accent, just to better sell the role. He wouldn’t be denied access, not when he had to get to work to earn the money his kids needed…braces were expensive.
The security guard looked befuddled and confused briefly before letting Jack in. After all, no one would impersonate a Janitor just to sneak in here. They’d break in through the roof, if they were really that interested in getting in. Not actually walk up to a competent security guard like he was, and show his face. A particularly ugly face at that, with a big nose and a mole on the cheek.
Jack went in once he was given the okay with a nod of his head. His pace was slower thanks to the slight limp he walked with. Such was life, difficult and hard as it was, at least it was honest now. After five years inside, he didn’t want to go back, that was for sure, so honest worked. Once inside, he went into storage and loaded up a cart with Janitor supplies. A short few minutes later, he was limping his way down the hall, pushing the cart as he went. Jack fully intended to do his job, even if he didn’t really exist.
A few hours passed. He appeared and disappeared on several security cameras. Passed by more than one security guard who didn’t even pay him the smallest bit of attention. Jack did his job, cleaning the building starting on the bottom floor and working his way up, one floor at a time. Each floor was left quite clean as he went. Discreetly he checked the name on every office door, checking to see if it was the one he needed. Predictably every office he cleaned in those three hours, -wasn’t- the one he was there to clean. That didn’t matter though, he wasn’t done yet and was confident that he would find the right office in time.
A third of the way up, he eventually hit the right floor. When he finally spotted the office, he made a hasty job of cleaning it, taking note of the security camera just outside the door. He left then and continued on his way. A few more hours passed before he was finishing his job. It was almost sunrise already, just a couple of brief hours until the sun rose. He went over each office and floor again on his way back down, double checking his work to make sure it was done well. To any security camera’s that saw him, that’s exactly what he was doing. As a result when his cart was left noticeably alone on the same floor that Dr. Richard Anderson’s office was, no one paid it any mind. He had seen before where the security camera was and the rotation it took. Being quick, he snuck into the office, making sure he wasn’t seen by the camera as he went.
It took him a few minutes to boot the computer back up. But he wasn’t worried. If anyone happened to notice and sneak in, well he could easily confess to a smaller crime…like looking at porn illegally on the computer, instead of what he actually was doing, and then talk his way out of the security guards arresting him and sneak away before anyone noticed. That didn’t happen though. The security guards were tired and half asleep from a long, boring night of work. They didn’t bother to check on him. Jack was able to copy the entire hard drive over to the portable hard drive and sneak back out of the office, after having turned the computer back off and cleaned up the office properly, just as discreetly as he had entered.
Wasting no extra time, he took the service elevator back down to the lowest floor. Jack then led the cart out the door to throw away the garbage he had collected in the nearby dumpster. The security guard never noticed his running off, leaving the cart by the dumpster all alone, wig left behind in the dumpster itself. Jack disappeared two hours before the sun rose. Scott returned to existence just in time to sleep through the day in the safety of his hotel room, prepared to deliver the portable hard drive that contained Dr. Anderson’s entire computer hard drive on it.