| Act 1, Part 2 - Home, Sweet Home; [Closed RP] | |
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| Syrille | Aug 14 2017, 01:19 AM Post #1 |
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Flights of stairs - the next most irritating thing after walking in a downpour like that night's. Elevators were certainly a blessing, as long as they were in order; yet they were a joy Syrille could never experience in her apartment block, as there was not even room for once. So, the stairs were her only option to the third floor - reliable, but always frustrating, especially when long walking distances had preceded. However, that night she couldn't complain as freely, for she was not alone. Accompanying her was a male with an appearance similar to hers, who had narrowly avoided sleeping in the street thanks to their chance meeting. And, of course, she did not want to leave a bad impression - so all her grumpy thoughts stayed right where they were, in her head. At last - and it felt like ages -, they reached the appropriate floor. Just the stretch of a corridor, and the door was right before them. "Shoes off before you go in, please", she uttered quickly as her hand fit the key into the lock, before making a swift turn to unlock the way for them with a click that exuded safety. Her other hand slipped in through the slight opening to flip the switch. And right afterwards, with a slight push, the door was open, revealing her living space. It was a small and plain apartment, with walls painted cream and a white-tiled floor. However, in contrast to the relatively unkempt complex, it was very well-kept. On the right, a semi-double bed - neatly made and covered in a fuzzy blanket - hogged the windowed wall, rays of city lights pouring through the windows right above. A nighttable with a plain beige lamp stood right next to the bed. A part of the wall that faced the bed was fitted with a three-cupboard wardrobe - only two thirds of which were in use. Parallel to and facing away from the bed was a two-seat couch, looking toward a small TV on a shelf on the opposite wall. The only surface present in the centre of the room was a square table, surrounded by four chairs. On the left side, there was a shut wooden door, which led to the bathroom. The wall that housed that door stopped not much further from it, indicating that there was more space - which counted as the kitchen. Said kitchen was basic, containing an oven, three counters - one of which was occupied by - in order from left to right - a sink, and another by a small microwave oven -, and a small fridge tucked underneath the free counter, as well as a small rubbish bin. Next to the oven was a second door with a glass panel, which led to a tiny balcony on the back, which was protected from the elements by an awning. None of the furnishing was actually hers - yet the renters didn't mind her using it, as long as she made sure nothing was damaged, or she replaced anything that suffered damage. Syrille herself took off her shoes while standing on the door mat, laying them next to the door before stepping in. Her jacket followed suit, which she hung on the back of one chair as it needed to dry. Then she turned towards Rubedo, ready to give him instructions. "You might want to take a shower before anything... Though, I'm afraid I don't have any clothes that could fit you, so you should keep yours if you feel you need to wear something extra. I'll definitely go out and get you something else to wear first thing in the morning - we can go out and get more afterwards, if you wish." She took a moment to ponder on how they would sleep - a decision which was influenced by the weary look on his face. "I... understand you're exhausted, so you'll sleep on the bed. After you start feeling better, we'll decide on sleeping arrangements - until then, the couch will fit me just fine. As for food... I have some in the fridge. Feel free to claim all of it, I've already eaten for the night." With a quick step, she moved in front of the wardrobe and opened one cupboard, before drawing out a spare blanket and pillow for herself, which she laid on the couch before turning back to her "guest". "Please, go on! Bathroom's on the left, and there are already fresh towels and warm water available." Edited by Syrille, Aug 14 2017, 01:19 AM.
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| Rubedo | Aug 15 2017, 04:16 AM Post #2 |
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Looking back at their earlier predicament, Rubedo didn’t imagine that he would end up meeting someone at the first night in Port Libris. Yes, he’s more than glad when he was saved by Syrille from being homeless, but in retrospect, it felt like as if their meet up was predetermined. When the two finally arrived at the building where her apartment is, Rubedo found the place a little unkempt around some areas, such as the worn paint on the walls or the defective lamp post near the door, which flickers from time to time. Square bushes decorated the lower part of the building, much like the rest of the buildings around them. In all honesty, it looks more like a haunted building than a welcoming one, despite the efforts to make it appear as clean as possible. The place won’t be as scary-looking once morning comes, at least. Someone really needs to fix the light, jeez, Rubedo thought, annoyed at the fact that only one of the lamps on the wall is a dud. He only hopes that the interior isn’t as terrible as what he’s seeing outside. Upon entering the building, Rubedo is met with a long set of stairs that connects to the other floors the tall apartment has. He groans in response as his body wearies further, eager to finally rest in any part of her room that would comfortably fit his worn self. So close, yet so far. He follows suit behind Syrille, who had already taken the stairs, taking the gauntlet known as stairs to reach her space in the building. Once they finally reached their floor a hundred steps later, the two crossed a corridor and, near the end of it, Syrille stopped her steps and faced the door to her apartment room, unlocking it with a key. Rubedo took off his muddy boots off in accordance to her instruction, placing it on a rack inside her apartment, specifically on the right of the entrance door. Rubedo eyed on the appearance of her living room as she switched on the lights. While it’s rather small, it isn’t as crowded as he had imagined along the way. The place itself felt mundane, as the very least. Everything a person needs is already available for use, which is more than enough for Rubedo. As he left Syrille to tidy up for her guest, he asked himself, How does she pay for all of this? Noticing Syrille taking off her jacket and hanging it on the back end of the chair, Rubedo was tempted to do the same as the coat is bearing the weight of rainwater and the stench of the sea. But as he remembered the monstrosity hidden underneath the sleeve of his right arm, he decided to keep his coat; despite his rapidly declining tolerance concerning it. Because of this, Rubedo is placed under an awkward position, avoiding sitting on anything as he fears that the stench of his coat would stick on whatever he rests on. The appearance of his right arm went over his head throughout their short journey; he’s just surprised that she hasn’t grabbed his right wrist yet. How is he supposed to tell her about it without freaking her out? Stuck in a dilemma, Rubedo decided to keep the arm away from her until the next morning so that both people are rested before the big reveal. It didn’t help when Syrille suggested that he should take a shower, which he really needed. But, he found a way to work around it by saying, “Since I don’t have any clothes to wear, doesn’t it defeat the purpose of getting cleaned if I wear the same dirty clothes? I’ll wait for next morning.” When she mentioned that he can sleep on the bed, he quickly retaliated her hospitality, grabbing the spare blanket and pillow from the couch, insisting, “No! I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s… better that way. Besides, you wouldn’t want me to stink your own bed.” |
| Syrille | Aug 15 2017, 07:20 AM Post #3 |
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Syrille did not quite receive the responses she had anticipated from her guest, much to her chagrin. Though, she had to admit that he was right in his first refusal; his insistence reminded her that his clothes weren't really in the best state to wear after going through the effort of cleaning oneself up; one point down. She begged to disagree on his second point, however. "Alright, I understand your wish to shower later. Although", she spoke up with a sigh, before stepping closer and gripping the spare blanket and pillow as well, in an attempt to make him budge. "I refuse to let you sleep on the couch. For several reasons." Right before she went into detail, she made sure to fix her gaze into his eyes, coming off in a rather stern manner. "I'll start with the more reasonable one. You have come all this way to this city, and I don't know what your quality of sleep has been like for the past few weeks, months or whatever, but I'm guessing it was worse than shit. So, the first benefit of that would be, of course! Better rest for you, on a comfy mattress and with warm sheets." A tiny pause ensued as she took in a breath. "Now, straight on your point over "stinking my bed"... The bedsheets were due for a change. Don't get me wrong, they're clean - I just have a habit of changing them regularly. Not to mention, it's easier to change a bedsheet or two than to clean an entire couch. The blanket is also protected by a bedsheet, mind you. Which brings me to benefit number two! An easier time cleaning up." Having taken on quite some force as she spoke, she couldn't wait long enough for a reaction; with a small grunt, she abandoned her grip and stepped back, ready to plop down on the couch - until she reminded herself that she hadn't changed into drier clothing. "Ugh... Whatever, your call. I tried my best to be reasonable." In an attempt to distract herself from her frustration over the matter, she quickly stepped over to the bed, drawing her sleepwear - neatly folded - from underneath her pillow. She was just about to make a beeline for the bathroom, until she noticed that Rubedo hadn't even removed his coat yet. "Is... something wrong? Your coat is still on..." For a moment, concern filled her mind. Was he too uncomfortable? Sometimes a change in temperature could take a while for someone to adjust to. Or was be, perhaps, too self-conscious over something else? She was not sure how to follow up for the next few steps, until she was just about to step into the bathroom. "...Please, go ahead. If there's something unusual beneath - don't worry, I won't question you about anything. Unless, of course, you feel comfortable enough to talk about it at any point in time. Now... Please excuse me for a moment." One step, and the door closed behind her with a soft thud. Even in the confusion of their situation, she acknowledged that her neighbours weren't at fault. Edited by Syrille, Aug 15 2017, 07:23 AM.
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| Rubedo | Aug 20 2017, 07:29 AM Post #4 |
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Driving Syrille off the radar made Rubedo feel guilty over it. While having a demonic arm on himself is a damning experience, it wasn’t worth forcing his new roommate away from being suspicious. Not that what he’s doing is already suspicious, however. Again, he didn’t want to force anyone just to go on his favor; the fear drove him to commit small, yet deceitful acts. But with everything that she said earlier, she really brought Rubedo on a corner. If Syrille didn’t give up, he would have broken his facade and admitted her the truth out of the pressure he was under. Rubedo only did it out of the ear of scaring other people. Ever since the day he woke up from the clinic in the middle of nowhere, he has been struggling to cope up with the arm as he fills his thoughts on how other people would react upon seeing him with it. That’s why he kept the arm under wraps using his long sleeves and gloves. Rubedo was lucky enough that the sailor that he met on the cargo ship earlier was kind to him, despite his initial reaction towards it. Nonetheless, Rubedo remained skeptical whether his should show it to Syrille or not. Hopefully her response wasn’t as visceral as that sailor’s. As Syrille took her leave to the bathroom, he took this time to try and avoid getting the couch to smell like him. To do that, he used the blanket that he took from her and used it as a cover to separate him from the surface of the couch itself, tucking it on the edges of the couch to secure it. His own coat would be enough to keep him warm on the chilly weather. He sat down on the soft couch, wondering what he should do next. Observing his surroundings, Rubedo noticed that the items on the square table felt out of place, mostly because the vase doesn’t compliment the overall aesthetics as much as the rest of the furniture around here. But who’s he to judge? lands his eyes on the TV. He then turns his sights on the TV, asking himself in his thoughts, Wonder what on the TV right now. Standing up from his spot, he looks for the remote to the TV. It didn’t take long for him to find it lying on top of the shelf where the TV is placed. The shelf itself is small, just large enough to fit a small TV on, which Rubedo finds it cute. Moving on, he picks the remove up and turned the TV on, stumbling on the last channel Syrille was watching on. The channel was focused on showing movies of any genre in the comfort of people’s homes. Currently, it’s showing ‘Monster From a Lake’, a movie about a monster from a lake. It’s very straightforward and classified as a comedy movie. Sadly, the movie itself has bad reviews. But Rubedo doesn’t know that, hence he continued to watch it as he sits back on the couch while he waits for Syrille to finish. |
| Syrille | Aug 22 2017, 03:34 AM Post #5 |
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...Why do I have to be so stupid? It was one question that considerably bothered Syrille, every time her actions felt questionable, even by the slightest bit. And one could easily imagine what it would be like after a string of such questionable decisions. Bringing a stranger into her home for an unspecified amount of time was the very beginning, but at least offering someone shelter felt like a morally right thing to do. However... she realized that she should have persisted only after she gave up - which was clearly a stupid move. It was her residence, after all, and according to common sense, guests had to be inspected, at least enough to know that they didn't bear lethal weapons or something. Yet, she had not even succeeded in doing that - out of respect over his tiredness; her guest was not even as comfortable as another would be, and she hadn't picked up on anything about him. On the bright side, she couldn't care less about it being a male. Simply because she wasn't the inappropriate kind of woman - though, of course, she would keep an eye out and react accordingly regardless. Well... At least I have a way to defend myself if he tries anything stupid, she thought to herself as she changed out of her drenched clothes, and into her sleepwear. The sensation of dry cotton fabric brushing against her skin gave off comfort and a sense of security, though she wasn't exactly feeling warm at the time - that would come over time. Taking into account the heavy rainfall that was going on outside, she resorted to hanging her previous clothing onto the shower curtain rack. Even if it didn't dry, at the very least they wouldn't get even more wet. She then took a moment to ponder on what else there was for her to do before returning to her guest; her absent-minded toying with her hair reminded her that it had been under the rain, as well, so she reached for a clean towel to dry it in. Of course, she kept her companion in mind, as well, snatching a second towel from the rack as well - she could sacrifice one of those if it lessened the chances of him catching a cold. It was not long before she was mentally ready to confront him again, following her stupid move. The very moment she was, her hand pushed the doorknob down, before swinging the wooden construct open. She had not paid attention to any sounds going on outside the tiny bathroom - and roasted herself in her thoughts over it, leaving a guest alone with her limited belongings -, so she was slightly surprised that Rubedo had acted on his own will and turned on the TV. "Hmm? Watching TV, I see? I'm surprised the remote even works. Apparently its batteries haven't been replaced in forever", she said as she stepped over to the couch, before hogging its other end - pulling her legs up and hugging her knees while she was at it. Her gaze fixed itself on the screen, but mostly in disinterest; she wasn't much of a TV person overall, and it didn't seem like whatever was playing would draw her in. With a slight sigh, she quickly fixed her top - hopefully before he could notice that it sat rather awkwardly, barely exposing her mark's topmost part - and then leaned forward lazily, allowing her head to rest on her knees as she anticipated a response from him. |
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