Matthew arrived in Vancouver at around 8am and parked his car at the Pacific Centre Mall. He walked into the shopping centre and quickly bought another hoodie and some sunglasses before entering the large public bathroom.
Making sure no one was around, he entered into the large stall which conveniently had a very sanitary baby changing table. He rested his suitcase on the provided ledge and clicked it open. He grabbed a few clips, pinned his bangs back and placed a wig cap over his head. Grabbing the dark burgundy wig, the teen positioned it over his restrained blond waves. Matthew blew the straight, dark locks out of his violet eyes as he placed fake piercings on his ears, lip, nose and eyebrows. He took off his blue hoodie and replaced it with a black one, swapping his glasses for contacts as well.
His next step of disguise was one he still wasn't entirely comfortable with. He grabbed the contouring makeup blushing in embarrassment. He placed a few streaks of darker makeup under his cheek bones, behind his jaw, and a little in the middle of his chin. While blending in the cream Matthew looked over his belongings and checked off his mental to-do list.
When finished and satisfied, the now burgundy haired teen collected his things and placed the sunglasses on his face, walking out of the large stall. He washed his hands in the fancy modern style sink, staring at himself in the mirror. He didn't even recognize his own reflection. His short, straight, burgundy hair fell naturally around his face that now looked more sharp and mature. A ring 'pierced' his right nostril, a stud on the right side of his bottom lip, multiple on his left ear, and two small metal balls were stuck over and under his eyebrow.
Matthew shook his head to clear his head of the distraction. He left the washrooms and went back to his car. The violet eyed teen left his blue sweater and the disguise case in the car and checked his watch. Good, it was only 9am. He decided to walk to the Vancouver Convention Centre and stroll around the area for a couple hours. Nodding to himself he started on his way.
It was only seven minute walk to the convention centre and when he got there he was awed at the gorgeous architectural feat that was in front of him. It was made so that, from the street, it looked smaller but when Matthew got a side view; he saw that the part of the building facing the ocean was at least five stories high. Was that grass on the roof as well? Matthew pouted at the thought that he would have to shatter one of these crystal clear, pristine windows.
Luckily, the room the social was in was facing the street and there was a parking garage right across the street at a perfect level. Matthew smiled at the thought of finishing this and getting off earlier than he thought. He walked into the parking garage and up the stairs to the top floor and only saw a couple security cameras on the way up. Nothing some black spray paint wouldn't fix.
He checked his watch and stared as 9:59 turned into 10:00. Matthew decided to grab something to eat. There had to be Tim Horton's around there somewhere, right?
Yay! Tim Hortons! Anyway, I have to be real quick with this so, yeah. Words.
Riane V: I know! Brotherly love is the best love! I know what Matthew is doing is dangerous but he's good at what he does so that's okay! Aww, don't be sad! Thanks for feeling the feels with me!
CheshireKitKat: Oh my god! Thank you sooooo much for the compliment. I'm so happy that you like it!Yeah, Hobos are pretty cool...