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There was the same pad, requesting a code for entry. She remembered exactly which ones had failed before, which meant that eventually. Eventually. She would whittle the possibilities down until she found one that worked.

So she tried yet another one of the many possibiliies.

Mo walked back over to the box and just stared at the box her hands on her hips. She really didn't know why she was back at the box but she was back again for the third time. "Third times the charm" she was hoping this was true.

Mo got closer to the box her arms and face dropped she couldn't believe she missed that. Her tail was thumping against the ground as she tried to input the right code.

Mo grumbled as everything she did was wrong "son of a..." she trailed off as her tail thumped furiously away. She walked away wondering why she even came back to the darn infernal box.

Third time's a charm, right? Yroul stepped up to the box again, this time absolute in his determination to open the box up. Hitting it didn't work, so he figured that only putting in a code would work.

Or maybe trying to pry it off. He amused the thought, while punching in the numbers. If this didn't work, he would seriously try to open it by force. He wanted to be cool enough to open the door.

Day three, try three. Wearing a rather serious and determined expression, Cuinn once more walked up to the Boogy Booth. When the evil blue building drew into view, he took a deep breath as though preparing himself. Time to suit up.

Slowly, one at a time, he rolled up his sleeves. Next, he put on the fingerless gamer gloves he had bought for the crane game. Lastly, he slid a pair of shades over his glowing green eyes. He was ready.

“This time, you’re going down,” he announced confidently. The Boogy Booth did not respond. All that could be heard was the perpetual eerie ringing of that sinister phone. Cuinn had expected as much.

The dog had spent much of yesterday wracking his brain for a way to break in without randomly guessing numbers. Clearly chance was not on his side, so he would have to think of something else. But what?

Gruffly Cuinn dropped to the ground in front of the booth. He crossed his legs and placed his hands on his kneecaps. The cu sith remained in this position, staring down the Boogy Booth wordlessly, for the next few hours.

It looked almost like he was meditating…

((I am going to take a nap. Then I will do the next post. The entire time I am asleep, Cuinn is just sitting there. <333 Yay real time RPing! –shot- ))

Van opened the book, and started to flip through the pages, his hand working at the booth as he read. Every time he moved too enthusiastically, his claws scraped the booth's surface and made a horrible sound. On the bright side, the ringing was becoming a really obnoxious background sound that was bothering him less and less. Well, that is what he kept telling himself, anyway.