#dyn. / odette bell.

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odd jobs are something she picks up now and again to try and get a little extra cash in her bank account - because taking care of her sister is more expensive than she realized. tucking a strand of hair back behind her ear, the brunette sighs and leans against the wall near the maid’s cart, awaiting for the moment odette leaves this certain room. she’s done her duties on the other half of the hall and for now they’ve got a break, which means that it’s time to play. she’s already scoped out which rooms are vacant and which should be easy enough to snag things without the camera’s seeing them, her part of the job already done.

“c’mon, this guy’s got a big haul,” she says, leading her friend to room 308, where some guy has been staying for the past week and a half. she gestures over towards the safe and when odette goes to open it, she squeals on sight at the amount of cash and valuables that have been left inside. this was going to be a good haul for the both of them, that much she can already tell.

they’re in the back of the closet collecting things when the sound of a door opens, and she immediately puts a finger to her lips as to tell odette to be quiet, in case she hadn’t heard that little entrance sound herself. peeking through, she notes the fact that the man is currently collapsed onto the bed, and the room is silent.

the girls sit there for a few extra minutes, trying to play it off like there was no way that they were going to wake him, silently arguing about who was going to go out first and make a distraction for the other if such was going to be needed. in order to stop the bickering between the two women, eden agreed to be the distraction. she sauntered out of the closet with her head held high only to note the man appeared to be sleeping. testing the waters, she listened for the sound of snoring. nothing. her curiosity getting the better of her, she noted the fact that there was no rise and fall to the man’s chest as he lay there, he was simply and completely still.

odette’s shouting words in the form of a whisper at her, trying to convince her to leave it be, but if he was in the state that eden thought he was in and their fingerprints were found on the safe, they would both be royally fucked and probably end up losing their jobs. she pokes the man’s foot with her finger, waits for any sign of movement.

like she believed, there was none.

“um….odette…” she says, a hurried sound of panic starting to enter the tone of voice she was currently using to speak. “i think we better wipe down that safe…..this dude’s dead.” she turns to face @sainterror and points to the lack of movement at the sound of her voice. “like…dead dead.”