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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 10, 2012 19:09:06 GMT -8
The 3rd floor is where the apartments begin. The design is austere and bland. Apartments here are in various sizes, are relatively new.
From here you can go to: Either stairwell
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 12, 2012 20:37:07 GMT -8
Bryce slumped down the stairs, Micah found he had to slow his normal pace to not bump into the kid. He seemed really sluggish, but wasn't falling over or anything.
Bryce- "Sorry I'm all messed up."
They came to the third floor, which seemed completely abandoned. The building was surprisingly silent here. Bryce unlocked the door to what at first seemed to be a completely empty apartment. Micah saw as he entered, that it was actually just some kind of 'sample' apartment with very spare furnishings. It looked brand new at first glance, but then he saw the thin coating of dust on everything. There were several bottles of alcohol and prescription medication on an end table. Bryce walked over to a suitcase and started rifling through it. Bryce- "Sorry I don't got a lot. So you're Australian? I wish I wasn't from here, that'd be cool." He found a pair of gray skinny jeans, and a slightly wrinkled turquoise t-shirt with a line drawing of a deer on it. He handed them to Micah. The room was very dim with only some filtered light coming in from the closed blinds. The air was filled with dusty particles flying around and smelled like wine and new carpet. Bryce looked kind of gray in the poor lighting, and his big dark eyes looked black. He gave Micah an inscrutable look, avoiding direct eye contact. Bryce- "Hey, so are you gay?" He looked around the room for a moment. Bryce- "--Or like, flexible or whatever... 'Cause I'm gay. Just... fyi."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Oct 12, 2012 21:22:36 GMT -8
The sheer starkness of the room creeped Micah out somewhat. He preferred a more lived in look, but then the guy didn't look very alive though. He might get the doctor to keep an eye on him, he could see the guy going all demonic like Mary.
Micah looked at the booze and pills, he had guessed right. There had been a rebellious period in his teens when he'd tried all that, but he didn't want to go down that path ever again.
He took the shirt and jeans, looking the guy up and down. Why were all the slightly messed up people hitting on him? Did he scream damaged goods or something? Sure Micah had his ups and downs, but he didn't think he was that damaged in the grand scheme of things. He had a stable enough job now, he was just a coward.
He was cute enough, but his drugged out nature was enough for Micah to run the other way. He'd had a boyfriend like that once and it hadn't been very pretty. The light wasn't doing him any favours either, the dull tone of skin and blackened eyes reminding him of a beetle. The backdrop adding to the metaphor. The guy was antsy as fuck too, not looking him in the eye as if scared of what he'd find. Yup, the guy was kind of a bug. "Thanks, yes I am Australian. Uh do you have any shoes I could nick? That's...ah nice. I've had a couple of girlfriends but I have tended to head that way most of the time, so I guess I'm gay. I'll ah keep that in mind. So shoes please?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 12, 2012 21:29:11 GMT -8
"Thanks, yes I am Australian. Uh do you have any shoes I could nick? That's...ah nice. I've had a couple of girlfriends but I have tended to head that way most of the time, so I guess I'm gay. I'll ah keep that in mind. So shoes please?" Bryce- "Yeah I got some shoes but just one other pair. Don't wear 'em out, ha." He handed Micah a pair of slightly blown out black Converse. They'd be a little snug but passable. Bryce- "I wasn't trying to like, hit on you by the way. Just curious. Only like 1 in 12 or whatever, right?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Oct 12, 2012 21:34:46 GMT -8
"Apparently, thanks by the way. I though I'd be fucking stuck in this get up a while. Do you mind if I just use your bathroom to get changed real quick?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 12, 2012 21:37:48 GMT -8
Bryce- "Yeah go 'head. There's toilet paper on the-- oh you'll see it. I'm gonna smoke, you want me to roll you one? It's pretty good stuff, who knows when we'll get more."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Oct 12, 2012 22:09:40 GMT -8
Micah- "Ah no, I'll be right thanks. You go ahead." Micah ducked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. It was pretty dim and he had to feel his way mostly to the loo.
Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he found the bathroom to be a mess. There was still a faint scent of cleaning product but towels and bits of toliet paper littered the floor. He hoped Bryce's aim was better than he suspected. The boots were fucking hard to get off, the laces and straps tangling. He loosened as much as he could and pulled it off, the force sending his head back into the toliet tank. "Ohh fuck!", he checked the back of his head for blood. Nothing, it just hurt like fuck.
He continued more carefully with the next and thankfully it behaved itself. The rest of the goth wear came off more easily. He put on the jeans and then the shoes, wanting to spend the least amount of time possible with his feet on bare floor. The shirt smelt a little of weed, but it was hard to tell with the smell wafting in from the lounge. The ensemble was a little dishevelled but then so were his clothes most of the time. He couldn't fold for shit and so his wardrobe just consisted of a pile of clothes, shoved into all the nooks. When he came out Bryce was puffing heavily on a spliff. "Well, I'll leave you to it. Catch you later, have err fun."
He made his way hurriedly out of the smoke filled apartment and headed back up to the 6th floor. His old clothes and boots in his hands.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 12, 2012 22:19:46 GMT -8
Bryce watched Micah go without a word. Bryce- "Man that kid better not be a narc..."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 5, 2012 22:48:44 GMT -8
The first door Patti checked was oddly locked. The next three she checked were model apartments that were clearly unoccupied. She did spot some nice looking furniture that she might come back for later. The fifth room was the residence of a young man, though there were two drawers with women's underwear, feminine hygiene products, and a few t-shirts. A bright, happy yellow one stood out immediately. She unfolded it and laughed out loud. "A-ha..." It looked about the right size, if maybe slightly small, so she flopped it over her shoulder for later. A few more less interesting shirts she grabbed as well. Ooh, a suitcase. She tossed the shirts in that and brought it with her. The sixth and seventh rooms were occupied by Seattle artsy-types of indeterminate gender. The clothes were gender-neutral, if a bit on the vintage side. She grabbed a few items, including an orange-red 20's styled wool hat, dropping them into the suitcase. The seventh room was very clearly a woman's room, with all manner of brightly colored design bits and pop music posters. The woman was a petite, however, and there was no way Patti was fitting into any of her garments. The rest of the floor was a waste of time.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 6, 2012 0:38:31 GMT -8
Waste of time?! OK, it was a waste of time.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 6, 2012 7:16:15 GMT -8
Waste of time?! OK, it was a waste of time. (OOC - dont't tase me, bro! I didn't have much time for a long post, so I abbreviated her not finding anything in those rooms that would fit her.)
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 6, 2012 7:20:05 GMT -8
(OOC, I wasn't teasing or tasing, just making it so the last comment on the floor was by Me or Kelly, so we could tell at a quick glance there was nothing going on here.)
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