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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 23, 2013 20:32:04 GMT -8
With many rooms available after the siege, Beau was easily able to find a place to stay the night of his return, a few weeks later. The room had a few pieces of furniture left - most notably the bed.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on May 23, 2013 20:53:43 GMT -8
Beau took all his clothes off the moment he got the door closed behind him, and availed himself of the fresh bucket of rain water he hauled from the roof. He washed his body with the cold water, sitting on the tiled kitchen floor. What a strange experience...
He gave Chou as good a washing as he could with the limited means, but the dog would need more water for his thick fur. The dog seemed to appreciate the cursory job though, and shook himself off vigorously.
Beau used the tiny flashlight to light some candles, the room better illuminated with golden light. He hadn't heard much news of what happened in the 403 since he'd left, but that there was an extensive attack on the building, and he was staying in the room of a dead man.... again.
It was hard to feel very perturbed about that by this point, how many dead people's rooms had he stayed in since the beginning? Probably most of them. He made his way to the bed, shivering a bit, still wet in the cool night air and got into the bed. It seemed a ridiculous luxuriance after the past few weeks. He nearly invited the wet dog to join him. Taking pity on the weary beast after a few minutes, he pulled a throw rug onto half of the bed, and let the dog jump up.
He rolled his tired eyes around for a few minutes, his thoughts wordless and jumbled, and he fell asleep.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 23, 2013 21:12:15 GMT -8
Black plexiglass gleamed in the sun. Tall grass and weeds swayed in the shadows. An impossibly large door opened on a cyclopean beige lobby. An escalator went to hell at a casual pace.
Gutless Boy-
"You... thing... You are so boring. What ...should we do w-with you?"
The demon dead began to laugh.  
Beau-
"Damn you, no! You are supposed to die!"
He cast about for a weapon, and found nothing within reach. Chou whined and hid behind him.
Beau-
"You want to fight me, fight me! Don't use these demon. I am not afraid of you or to die."
Gutless Boy-
"But you didn't fight me... Did you? So ... boring... What should we do w-with you? T-to make... you less... bo-ring."
Beau-
"No! 'ow do you do this to people, you don't even know them!"
He crept along the wall, keeping his eyes open for something he could throw or use to attack. His feet began to sink into the floor, and he realized the room's floor was made out of some kind of mattress-like material - and he had slipped between it and the crack of the wall! His movement was slow and difficult.
The mummy floated above the ground, levitating toward him.
Gutless Boy-
"Living things bore us... I will m-make you... interes-ting..."
Something was happening to him. He was dying on the inside. He'd be a shell and no one would be able to tell...
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 27, 2013 1:34:27 GMT -8
A knock at the door. A dog's barking. Beau had woken up long ago, and then drifted off again. Now this.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on May 27, 2013 1:41:47 GMT -8
Beau stumbled to the door, nearly forgetting to pull on his boxers. He opened the door a crack. 
Beau-
"Mm-- hello..."
Seth and Bryce stood in the hall, Seth carried a paper bag of food, like a take-home lunch from grade school.
Seth-
"Hey, wow... I'm glad you're back. We brought you some breakfast..."
Beau-
"Ah, hm.. thank you."
His voice was a bit hoarse, and Chou whined behind him. Bryce whined behind Seth.
Bryce-
"Let us in?"
Beau-
"..."
Seth-
"Uhh you don't have to..."
Beau-
"Mm I... I need to rest."
Seth-
"Want us to bring you anything else?"
Beau-
"No."
He moved to shut the door.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 27, 2013 1:51:19 GMT -8
Seth seemed like he might have wanted to stop the door closing, but Bryce held him back. Beau was alone. Out in the hall he heard soft voices and people walking away.
He sat on the floor of the kitchen, with Chou, and opened the paper bag. An egg sandwich and a can of Coke. He gave half the sandwich to the dog, and ate his half still sitting on the floor.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on May 27, 2013 18:37:26 GMT -8
Some time passed... Beau continued laying in bed, trying to sort his feelings out. It was almost like getting to the 403 was a shock to his system, and he hadn't quite accepted it. He felt like he might be still lying in an abandoned building on the waterfront, and dreaming he was here.
Now what to do... he had something to explain, but it was too painful. Too shameful. Did they really need to know? Of course. He'd want to know if he was in their position.
Maybe... maybe he'd just try to get cleaned up and re-situated, and the way to talk about it would occur to him. He couldn't just stay here forever.
Chou looked uncomfortable and nervous, probably sensing his master's feelings. The dog needed regular pet food and a good bath. It was easier to motivate himself to get out of the room with that in mind.
Sitting on the kitchen table was a stack of clean clothes, and some basic toiletries, delivered by his fellow Frenchman this morning. At least he could think more clearly if he made himself more civilized. He hoped.
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