Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 4, 2012 13:07:13 GMT -8
The Colonel's son's apartment looks like a comfortable, lived-in apartment of a couple. It is not very decorated save for some University of Washington paraphernalia and a framed poster of Gandhi. There are clothes to fit an average sized man and a thin woman, both in a rather plain, leaning sporty style. Their pantry has some basics like rice and other cooking ingredients, mostly for Asian food. They shop at Uwajimaya, and have some raw meat, fish, leftover grocery sushi, and eggs. They have no candy or goodies, damn it. All apartments have a balcony, Wil's apartment has a great view, only somewhat blocked by tall buildings, but gets a good panorama of the city.
Dr. Victor moved through the apartment, nodding in approval. Tugging the sequin shirt over his head, he was pleased to remove the scratchy, irritable fabric in lieu of something sporty, even if it was for a substandard apparel line. A few sighs of disappointment seemed to slip from his lips as more and more objects disinterested him. The good doctor appeared to make his next comment at the framed Gandhi poster at the wall.
"It's a shame, really, because they had a good thing up here. Very spartan!"
Tossing a small pile of plain, tan and navy shirts, the doctor laid out all options for him as far as pants went in the living room, frowning at the possibilities. Jeans, people. They're called jeans. They're one of the most durable fabrics and probably the most common place! He began pointing at each option: khaki pleated pants, windbreaker 'mafioso' pants, sweat pants. After a few grumbling remarks regarding style, the doctor reached for the khakis and sweat pants. Dr. Victor placed the pistol inside the sweatpants and wrapped them around the gun. He moved over towards the kitchen and began to peel off the stretch pants slowly, a wry smile.
"Micah, I hope you found me some coffee because there are only two reasons I ever get out of bed in the morning. One of them is coffee..."
It looked like Micah would be spending the apocalypse in goth rave wear. The clothing was too large and Micah didn't practically want to look like a muppet.
He plundered the pantry, looking for anything they could take with them. There was no cereal to speak of, it was mostly asian food and things that didn't stand a chance of keeping.
"Yeah there's coffee" He grinned. "... but I think we should bring it downstairs after all. People were looking either drugged or antsy as fuck down there. We move out today after all...I have toast, coffee and some weird arse asian spreads."
(I know it's not specified, but coffee is a basic necessity after all )
The good doctor let out a heavy sigh of relief. He nodded in appreciation and hastily tugged the hideous attire on. Grabbing up the extra clothing and metal pistol, he gave one last look over the apartment.
"I wonder what I will miss most of all. Do you think it will be something as basic as toiletries? Maybe a toothbrush and running water? I was tending to lean towards the conveniences of a roof and four walls. Come on, then. I think there's some form of backpack in the closet for things if we need them. Only essentials in them! Clothes, food, coffee, GQ, those little after dinner mints. The essentials! We can't have enough force though. Too bad we can't find a percolator though..."
Dr. Victor shrugged his shoulders and as the two departed, he closed the door. I bet Alex would have said some sort of prays by now blessing us on our journey. And, maybe everyone will be as ready as I am and we can get going. I just hope they don't hold me up! I certainly gave everyone enough time!