Blaise looked both ways down the hall. She pulled up her robe and stepped onto a wooden box. "Damn," she whispered fiddling with the window, "It's locked." With a sigh she whispered a string of incomprehensible words and the lock opened with a quiet click. She hoisted herself onto the sill and wiggled herself through the now opened window, dropping a few feet to the ground. She stood up and looked around: the nunnery on one side and the forest on the other. She was free.
Now all she had to do was find the house they had stopped at on the way here. She remembered stopping there to leave all her so called "material goods" behind. Her phone, clothes and shoes, her make-up, even her magazines and books. She was only allowed to take theat which the Nuns deemed as appropriate. Blaise walked to the forest. She needed cover so she wouldn't be found and so she could think for a minute. She thought back to the road they took to get here and started walking east.
She reached the edge of the house, only to find two nuns partoling around. Blaise relized one of two things then. One: Nuns do use phones, and two: they knew she was missing. 'There is no way I'm dealing with this crap today,' she thought, 'Damn Nuns! Whose the closest kin that lives near here?' She turned on her heel, walking toward the road. She ran through her list of relatives. 'James. He'll hide me for a while.'
Blaise knocked on the apartment door. A guy with short black hair opened it.
"Ummm...Is James here?" she asked the stranger "Nope. No one by that name here. I'm Leo though," he said looking at her quizzically, "Can I help you? My brother didn't send my another stripper, did he?"
"Do I look like a stripper?" she asked staring daggers at the dude.
"Uh...Yes?" he asked, looking her up and down.
Blaise looked at herself, "Shit! I'm still in this nun outfit. Do you know where James is?"
"No, sorry. That's something I can't help you with."
Blaise rubbed her temple, 'I feel a headache coming on.' She turned and walked out of the apartment building leaving Leo gapping at her. Outside she stopped and yanked at her sleeves, ripping them off her robe. She then tried the skirt. "Damn it," she said when the skirt wouldn't give. She stalked back into the building, up to the apartment she just came from. One knock adn Leo answered.
"Can I borrow some scissors," Blaise asked.
"Yeah sure," Leo disappeared for a minute only to reappear with a pair of black handled scissors, "Here you go."
"Thanks," Blaise said as she started snipping the skirt away. About two-thirds of the skirt was gone when she finished.
"Here," she said handing him back the scissors. She turned away. "Wait...," she turned back to the voice, "Do you wanna come in?" he asked.
"Uh...No thanks. I have to go." Blaise turned and walked away.