[x] Be prepared to defend yourself. Don't have anything out, but have it ready to be used. Let Harmon pick what is most appropriate for the situation.
[x] Check down the hall of doors. Slow and carefully.
[x] If all else fails, drill down a floor. Smell-o-vision is the best bet.
On one hand, you trust your gun. However, a gun is both an obvious weapon, not to mention loud as all get out. You may not trust this pin, nor do you like the idea of using it, but you gain in shock value. Nobody expects to be done in by a gold smoking... hairpin. Ignoring that they just might be shocked that such a combination is even a thing.
Plus, assuming she gets it back, knowing what it does to a human body might be a good thing.
Shaking that distracting thought from your head, you begin creeping down the hall, careful to avoid any sort of sound. You watch your step, though you do note the presence of dust everywhere, not to mention a distinct lack of furniture. You don't expect anyone to be living here, but that's all the more reason to be on edge. Abandoned apartments are usually home to some form of dark past or reason as to why it's abandoned.
As you near the first door, you begin to count the rest. You spy one on the right, two on the left and one at the very end. The hall's not a long one, but every door is shut. Judging by the positioning, the one on the right is more likely a room proper, where as the ones on the left, you'd guess at least one to be a closet.
The first in reach is one of the doors on the left. Inspecting the tarnished brass handle, you find it's coated with dust and scratches, not to mention a bit of general wear. The door itself is a plain white, though the paint's seen better days, much like the rest of this creepy apartment. You blow off the handle and grab it through your jacket, not wanting to end up covered in dust. As the door slowly swings open, you wince at the god-awful creaking. You're thankful that it doesn't seem like anyone is here, but, as things are, you're a bit worried that you could have disturbed something less than ordinary.
Within, you find a small, empty closet. You spy placeholders for shelves to be inserted, as well as what looks like the shelves themselves piled at the bottom.
Well, that's one door down...
You head the few feet to the sole door on the right, wincing again, as this time the floor creaked. What is it with sneaking about that always seems like it makes more noise...? Sighing, you repeat the process of blowing and turning the worn, dusty knob.
Within this room, you once more find a lack of any furniture, though it seems to be a small room with a closet. The size makes you think bedroom, though the dust makes checking difficult, as any scuffs are covered.
Great, that's another door to check.
You frown as you quietly make your way for the door, and once more carefully open it. Yup. Closet. You see a rod for hanging clothes below a shelf near the top, but, again, it's all empty. Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you turn around and head back for the hall. Nothing jumps out at you. No ominous sounds can be heard. Nothing is happening.
That somehow makes it worse.
Next in line is the second door on the left. At the base, you think you see linoleum. But, then, all you see is a bit of dim shine. Could be blood for all you know. Once more opening the door, you find a dark bathroom within. No windows, making it hard to see anything. You decide to risk it, doing a once-over with your phone's backlight. It supplies just enough light to see, and you find a tub to the left with a toilet after. To the right, a sink and large mirror. You decide to ignore the light switch. You've nothing to see here.
You look to the final door. It's in a position that screams master bedroom, as neither of the nearest rooms go past where the door stands, as far as you can tell. If any time there was to find anything, this would be it. You quietly swing open the door, cursing internally at the creak. Of all the times to be making noise, this is one you were hoping to avoid. There's two doors to your left, a large empty room to the right, and a wide window at the right wall.
If you had to guess, it'll be a walk-in closet and a bathroom, but you still want to be sure. One after the other you check them. The nearest is the master bathroom, and the farthest is a matching closet. The first has no tub, just a glass cell of a shower, followed by a toilet, and on the right is two sinks that fill the wall, with a cupboard under. Above is a huge mirror. Still no window, but the one behind lights it well enough. The closet has a shelf along the left and back sides, as well as a rail for clothes under the back.
You pull out your borrowed — possibly priceless — artifact, and head for the living room. It seems like it would be the best place to avoid dropping onto someone. You press the tip against the wooden floor, and it sinks in like a hot knife through butter.
Too late do you realize that you have no way to stop the floor plug from falling to the ground when you pull out.
[ ] Pull out now.
[ ] Try to make a hole big enough for you to fit through.
[ ] Write-in.