April

[Waiting patiently outside Solomon's residence was one April, calmly sipping her tea and looking as though she was merely enjoying the sun, not scooping out the place. Of course, the minute Solomon leaves is the minute April starts counting under her breath. Ten minutes later, she's striding through the door and taking the elevator up to the penthouse.]

[Someone had a place to rob! To bad she's forgetting something Solomon had said once. Something about a roommate... Lock pick tools in hand, April's busy at the door. There was just one thing nagging at her, and it wasn't her forgetfulness over the roommate, but rather the lack of security. No wires, no keypad, just a deadbolt and a lock? Pins sliding into place, April slowly turned the doorknob with her left, holding her breath as she listened in at the door.]

[And then she squeezed herself inside.]

((ooc: open to Solomon and Marishka))