[Evie glances at her phone while she's stuffing a backpack with clothing and personal effects. She does not want her mom having access to her diary while she's on the run, and she's hidden it well enough that it shouldn't be an issue. much as she'd love to grab her tablet, that would only be a liability, since it could be tracked.]
Gotcha. Shit, password.
[What would her mom likely use as a password? Something literary, most likely. Mom loved books and plays. Wait. Wait, wait....]
Try 12AngryMen It's one of her favorite plays
[She turns back to her dresser, hitting up the hiding spots she knows her mom has put there for her own stash. Then, she heads back to the bathroom to grab a couple of unopened toothbrushes and some toothpaste, along with other toiletry items she can fit in the backpack. She's grabbed an extra empty backpack as well, and as she passes the office on her way to the living room, she tosses it inside.]
Fill it with whatever you think we might need. I'm going to check the front rooms.
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Gotcha. Shit, password.
[What would her mom likely use as a password? Something literary, most likely. Mom loved books and plays. Wait. Wait, wait....]
Try 12AngryMen
It's one of her favorite plays
[She turns back to her dresser, hitting up the hiding spots she knows her mom has put there for her own stash. Then, she heads back to the bathroom to grab a couple of unopened toothbrushes and some toothpaste, along with other toiletry items she can fit in the backpack. She's grabbed an extra empty backpack as well, and as she passes the office on her way to the living room, she tosses it inside.]
Fill it with whatever you think we might need. I'm going to check the front rooms.