Operation Party Crasher {THE RUNAWAYS}

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As I creep along the second-floor patio rooftop, it occurs to me that somehow I'm not scared anymore. I've done dozens of these jobs now, and this one is pretty simple. I peek down into the kitchen. The staff is preparing an enormous cake with layers and layers coated in glossy blue frosting showers. Man, would that be fun to mess with. I shiver a little, thinking about the havoc we could create with that thing. I picture myself frolicking in the cake with all my friends..then the vision changes, and I see Peacekeepers arresting us.
There goes that dream. I glance discreetly around the room from the overlook. There's a couple of blonde girls. Chryssie? Pixie? I'm not sure. A darker-haired boy walks by along the outside. Hey, he looks a lot like Charlie. Oh. Wow, I'm stupid. That is Charlie. He keeps looking back at something that's not there.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" A loud voice shouts into a microphone, making me jump a little. Cheers rise through the building. I turn around, bumping into a lady who looks a little too much like a cat to be normal. I smile weakly, hurrying away before she can start a conversation. I turn corners, getting myself lost in the hallways. I wind up in a empty bedroom- third floor? Fourth? I really don't know. I notice a diamond bracelet on the dresser and grab it, carefully slipping it into my pocket. We should be able to get some nice money for that. I look around the room again, noticing a hairclip that seems to be made of a carefully preserved flower. I take that too- maybe it'll make Marie smile.
I freeze, hearing footsteps. They stop in the room next to this one-a bathroom, I think. I hear the sound of vomiting, and cringe. Why would anyone want to do that? I slip out of the room, tiptoing back to the balcony.
Perfect view. Mission successful so far.

I step into the house through the back door and am confronted by an absolutely pink room. I hate pink. Taking a few steps in, I look around. With a shake of my head, a sudden voice bursts out nearby. "Happy birthday!" I blow hair out of my face and find the staircase. Luckily it's pretty much empty right now. Something must be going on drawing everyone to stay together. That or it's gossip time. In my thoughts I trip on a step and a loud thump can be heard for a split second. I look around quickly, making sure nobody heard that. When the stairs remain how they were, I continue going up. When I reach the top, there is a long hallway. I examine it from my spot at the top of the stairs. A soft-looking pale green carpet covers the floor, and the walls are covered in pictures of people. With one more glance, I open the door right in front of me carefully, looking to see if there is anything in there to take.

It's a small room, probably for guests. At least it isn't pink, it's more of a yellow/brown color scheme. I walk to a little table near the corner and check the drawars for anything useful. A few combs, some spare lipstick, other than that, nothing. There must be something in here. Looking in the bathroom, I find nothing. Since this room is obviously a fail, I leave and go into the next room. Same. In the third room I still fail. Okay, maybe I'm just dumb and not looking close enough. Wandering out of the room I go back downstairs and risk getting caught. Sneaking around people, I grab a few random things off tables.

After a while I dart out the back door and try to walk slowly up the hill where we were going to meet. Reaching the top, I sit on the grass and relax, waiting for everyone else. I didn't like being in that house, too many capitolites.