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[center][h1][color=B37097]Pandora Quill[/color][/h1]
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[I]Location: Wichita, Kansas - Pandora's Apartment -> Streets
Skills: N/A[/I][/center]
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As soon as she heard the banging on her door, Pandora was up on her feet. Whoever was outside the door, they were strong. She noted her hinges were basically coming off. It had to be the people watching her below. It meant her place was live now, which was a pity. She liked it here. She'd have to burn traces of her here later, but for now, she needed to get out.

The apartment itself was medium-sized. One-bedroom, but had a bathroom, a kitchen, a living area. She made her way towards the window, grabbing a few essentials on the way (such as a new bag to hold her stuff in). She opened it and cursed the landlord for not having a proper fire escape. But beggars couldn't be choosers as she climbed up on the ledge and outside. She carefully maneuvered her way along the ledge, careful not to look down. She reached the ladder and descended into the alleyway next to her apartment.

She ran to the gate, taking out her lockpick and started to work on the gate door. She cursed when it didn't open immediately (what the hell was with these stupid locks?) and braced herself as she grabbed the fence and began to climb. It was hard going up, but eventually, she managed to get up and over to the other side. She checked to see if she was alone and, when she saw no one was there, she made her way to the streets. Now all that was left was getting the hell away from here and someplace else. Someplace she wasn't well known.