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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 3, 2012 16:10:38 GMT -5
This wrap around apartment complex is fairly recent, three years old, to be exact. It was crafted to simulate a stone-like, Italian town home but apartment sized. The inside is fairly down to Earth, if not quaintly ethnic. There are over 400 apartments and the gardens around the complex and in the center are lovely for an affordable price. Shame that it's inhabitants are just about all corpses.
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Post by Ion on Feb 8, 2012 2:28:06 GMT -5
[Richard and Anna are on the Ciello Apartment Complex's street]
Police sirens, dogs barking, moans, all echoed throughout the city as the cop and criminal made their way down the street. Things had been quiet on their way over, the undead roaming the streets had a hard time getting a bead on the two and an impossible time keeping up with them.
"So this is where you live? It looks nice, but I can't say much about the neighbors," Richard quipped. The man crouched down beside a van so they could talk.
Anna had done the same, keeping both hands wrapped around her weapon as she'd swept the area they now inhabited. "Yeah, starting to feel like a minority right about now..."
There was a stone wall surrounding the place, and the front gate was packed with cars. Some probably had some hungry people trapped inside, but that wasn't Rich's concern.
"How am I gonna get in through there?" he asked jerking his arms around to emphasis his complete lack of dexterity.
The officer looked around for a moment and sighed. "I don't know, I mean there's a sh*t ton of cars parked up against the gate, I could help you climb up that and hop the fence...There's some side gates for visitors not too far around the complex, but those are most likely chained up for obvious reasons...hmmm..."
"Well what about a hole in the wall or something. Some place kids like to use to sneak in or get in faster. Any of those?" Rich suggested.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 8, 2012 2:54:06 GMT -5
Anna shook her head and sighed. "Nope, the entire fencing is all stone....wait, wait, wait, I know!" she whisper-yelled. "There's a maintenance shack on the other side that's built within the gate. The grounds keeper hangs out there and there's a door to get in from the outside and one to get into the actual apartment parking lot. We can get through there, we can just kick the door down...and by 'we' I mean, 'you'!" she said, pointing at him.
"You know kicking doors down is harder than Tv makes it look, right?" Richard said, shifting his weight around and looking to see if any zombies had spotted them. "Does the shack have a window? Cuz if it doesn't, you could just climb over the cars and unlock the door from the inside."
"Ffff----Fine! Go around to the maintenance shack, not hard to miss, it's the only door that has a giant plate on it that says, 'MAINTENANCE'. I'll just hop the fence, run through there and open the door," she explained.
Rich nodded and stood up. "Think you can last five minutes without me watching your back like the goddamni guardian angel that I am?" Rich said stretching his legs out. Crouching down like that without arms for balance hurt.
Anna had already began to climbing atop of a pick up truck not too far away. "I can manage, now get going," she told him, hopping onto the mini ladder on the back of the van. She'd climbed onto the top of it and grabbed at the fence, stretching her leg out, trying to get the tip of her foot onto it. Her heart rate began to speed up. It wasn't that bad of a fall but if she didn't land right, she could twist her ankle or maybe her arm, who knew.
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Post by Ion on Feb 8, 2012 3:20:15 GMT -5
Richard watched her get over the fence before he started for the back door. He ran across the street to the sidewalk beside the complex, before slowing down. Still walking briskly, he looked around for any more of those flesh eating monsters. His nose spotted one his eyes missed. He stopped and looked down at the abomination crawling out from under a bustop. They were pretty small, only a teenager...
Richard shook his head of the image as he kept striding towards the shack. Street block's seem so much smaller when you're speeding past them in a car. Some infected were stumbling around in the streets. A car sped past on the road, clipping one and sending it rolling across the street in a bloody heap.
CRASH!
The intersection became the scene of a terrible accident as another motorist tried to drive his fastest out of the city. Richard flinched and tensed up, seeing the cars in the distance collide violently. He thought about running to help, but realized that he really couldn't.
His teeth clenched. Some zombies wandering the streets heard the noise and started walking towards the crash. Rich started jogging a bit more quickly under the impression that more would show up at the intersection he was heading towards thus making his goal that much harder.
"Damn, did he just see a car accident and think about how it was going to affect him? Worst in all of us indeed," he thought to himself.
By the time he made it to the intersection, he could hear the screams coming from the cars as the infected tore into them. No time to dwell on that, nope, got something to do, something... to... do...
"Holy sh*t!"
A car swerved around the intersection pile up, zoomed past Rich, hit a parked car and went tumbling in a roar of screaming metal. Richard tightened up more and ran towards the shack in sight now. He kicked his foot against it and yelled out, "Hey Anna, you there yet!? It's not getting any less deadly out here!"
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 8, 2012 3:36:00 GMT -5
When Anna had successfully gotten onto the stone fence, she'd looked down and around to see there was a hand-full of infected stalking the front gate, reaching their arms through the bars and clawing at nothing in particular. There a few strays shuffling around the parking lot, some of them continuously bumping into one another.
"Genius' all of 'em," she'd grumbled, looking back down at the fall she'd have to make. She'd squinted her eyes and frowned before jumping down, putting both hands out and landing in a heavy crouch. She'd grimaced at the sudden soreness of her shins and feet, but all in all, she was alright.
Carefully standing to her feet, she'd moved along the gate walls, grabbing at the trunk of a tree nearby, hiding behind it and peeking around it. She hadn't caught anything's attention as of yet. With that, she'd pushed herself off and started jogging passed four parked cars that seemed to have had shattered windows and forced, popped trunks.
'Aw man, looters hit here too...? Hope my apartment's alright..ah God, what am I thinking about? Focus, Anna, focus!'
Suddenly she's stopped mid-jog when she'd been only a foot or so away from the shack. Joe, the guy that lived in the maintenance shack, had been standing infront of the door, swaying side to side. In his grasp were a set of keys. Anna frowned and thought about calling out to him, to see if he was alright but something about him wasn't right. Either way, he had been blocking the door and had the keys to the shack and probably the apartments, themselves, in his hand. She knew she couldn't shoot him, otherwise it'd draw all the undead's attention onto her and that wasn't going to happen.
She'd ultimately decided to run out after it, shoving it forward and into the door. When it clumsily slammed, face-first, into it, she'd snatched the keys out of it's grip and started nudging it aside with her boot. Grasping at the door knob, she'd found it locked which hadn't surprised her much. "Sonuva...dammit, which one of these is the key...?" she groaned, fumbling with them.
'Oh, probably the one that's labeled 'MAINTENANCE',' she thought to herself, shaking her head and pulling the brass key out. She'd fumbled with the lock momentarily and managed to open it. Walking inside the small shack, she'd found what looked like an empty safe box. She'd moved on over to it and examined it a little closer, only to find a photograph of Joe, his wife and their children tucked into the top of it.
Cringing, she'd shut the box closed.
That's when she'd heard Rich calling out for her. She'd glanced over at the door and walked over to it, unlocking it and pulling the door open. "Hey, what's goin' on, Rich?" she asked, grinning.
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Post by Ion on Feb 8, 2012 4:23:45 GMT -5
"Just avoiding getting my ass crashed into, thank you," Richard said nudging his way inside. "Two car crashes in twenty seconds. What are the odds?"
Anna shook her head, shutting the door behind him. "Eh, my brother's done worse and that was before zombies."
"How the hell did he do worse?" Richard asked, surprised and turning to look at Anna.
"Uhhh...." she began, opening the other door to the parking lot. "He went on a police chase in Arizona and somehow got four police squad cars to crash into eachother and him. He survived, the cops...well..."
"That's... terrible," Rich commented, following after her. "Well, to be fair, the cops had thrown out spike strips along the road to stop him, causing him to swerve and make them swerve into eachother trying to avoid hitting him. He just managed to steer his way out of a crash, that is, until another cop came speeding down from the other side of the road and crashed his car into them," she'd explained.
"That would do it," Rich said quickly, putting an end to their conversatioin as they made their way to the apartment's proper. The scattered infected were easily bypassed with all the space they had available to them. They were then upon the main offices for the building.
After Anna had stepped off the asphalt, Rich followed, but his shoe got caught on the curb and it sent him tumbling down. He grunted in pain as his shoulder and face hit the cement. His heart pounded in his chest as he started kicking his legs to try and get a foothold on something so he could try to possibly get himself off the floor and moving as fast as possible into the building where he maybe, hopefully won't F*CKING DIE.
Anna had immediately put both hands out to grab onto his arms and help him upto his feet. "Are you alright?" she asked, concerned.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine, just a little bruised so lets just get into the f*cking building please," Richard said nervously, his voice higher and more panicked than usual.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 8, 2012 4:38:11 GMT -5
Anna had frowned and kept her hands on his arms. "You sure? You smacked yer head real good on the ground," she said.
"It's happened before, I'll be fine,"Rich growled, somewhat. His head did hurt, but he was ignoring that for the time being. Adrenaline and blood-flow were helping him get moving faster than he would've expected. Before he even realized it, the two of them were inside the main office.
The officer nodded a little and sighed, moving through the office quickly. The entire place was empty save for the reception desk, some chairs, a potted plant and some crap photography hung on the walls. Other than that, there was no real evidence of a struggle around, which had her a little anxious.
"I'll take a better look at you when we get to my apartment..." she told him, reaching for the handle of the glass door. It too had seemed to be completely intact, if not blood smeared. Opening the door, they'd been brought out into a large patio-like inner garden. There were a number of apartments and iron staircases encircling it.
Alot of the apartment doors were seemingly wide open and the sounds of shuffling and hungry moans were still present. Damn things had to have gotten inside. "C'mon, we can move passed them without them noticing if we're quick enough, my apartment's down here," she told the man, holding his arm still with one hand and her gun in the other.
Richard let her cart him along, eyeing the floor more carefully than before, as well as stealing glances around the courtyard for any surprises. The two moved across the courtyard and up some steps to the woman's apartment.
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Post by Ion on Feb 8, 2012 5:01:24 GMT -5
"Ah sh*t, my doors wide-the-f*ck open," Anna suddenly said, stepping through the apartment's doorway. Inside had been a small living area with a black and brown pleather couch, a turned over coffee table with it's content scattered around it and broken picture frames. There was a tv stand nearby, but no tv.
"Stole my tv! I just got that damned thing last paycheck! The hell?!" she griped.
"I think there's more important things to worry about than your Tv being stolen," Richard interjected, stepping inside and kicking the front door closed. "Anyone home!?" he shouted, hoping to draw out any remaining looters or a zombie. Surprises, he could do without.
Anna thrown a glare at him and crouched down to pick up some of the frames, dusting off any excess glass with her gloved hands. "Easy for you to say, you didn't spend three-fifty on a tv only to have it stolen from you," she grumbled.
"I spent fifteen dollars on a jacket that was ripped off my body. That was pretty terrible. It destroyed my peace of mind, utterly. What kind of city do---"
"My VCR! They stole that sh*t too! The f*ck?!" Anna interrupted, stretching her arms out at the vacant spot where her VCR once rested.
"My condolences," Rich murmured and bowed his head.
Groaning, Anna stepped passed him and started swiping her hand along the seats of her couch, brushing off all sorts of crap that had been left on it. "You can sit down, I'll go get the keys and some first aid for your scrapes," she told him, undoing her jacket and tossing it on the recliner nearby.
Richard obliged and stepped over to the couch and sat down on it. His head and shoulders kind of stung, mostly his head though. Rich took his time to appreciate his friend's home. Her walls were brightly painted green with white trimmings. There'd been a small island bar that separated the living area from her small kitchen. Different little momentos on shelves, her book shelf had half it's books spilt over, but it was caddy-cornered near the tv stand. The dark orange mini hall Anna had gone through looked to have had a dark brown door along the wall and the very end of it one identical to it. Probably the bathroom and the bedroom.
It seemed cozy and stylistically designed, much more so than Rich's all white apartment. 'Course he probably saved more on paint, so his was more economical, but then again he probably wasn't going back to his saving's account any time soon...
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 8, 2012 5:22:43 GMT -5
Anna had been shuffling through her things in her bedroom. It too was messy and a number of things had been stolen, one of those things being her jewelry box and some of her clothing. She'd sighed and continued through her closet, grabbing at another uniform shirt she had and throwing it out on the bed. The one she wore currently had been torn from her fence jumping and it was drenched in sweat.
Finally, she'd moved a pile of clothes off the ground and found the old shoe box she'd been looking for. It was ripped open and everything inside was in pieces or missing, that included the keys and handcuffs. Her eyes widened slightly.
"F*ck..." she said a little above a whisper. She'd sighed and ran a hand through her hair, looking over at her doorway, momentarily. Before long she'd gotten up from the ground, grabbed her shirt and began wandering back down the hall, making a sudden detour to the bathroom where her medicine cabinet hung barely on it's hinges.
"You've got to be kidding me..." she groaned, looking through her things. Luckily she still had a bottle of alcohol and some bandages left over, but alot of her pain killers from last year's gun range accident, had been missing. She'd taken what she could and left the bathroom, walking back into the living room, trying to figure out how to tell him that the keys were gone.
"Um...I've got some bad news..." she began, turning the coffee table right side up and placing the first aid items on it. She seated herself next to him and began fumbling with a wash cloth and the bottle of alcohol.
"Bad news? Really?" Richard said somewhat sarcastically. She could be a goddamn commie-nazi super-rapist and it wouldn't be as bad as what had been happening around them. Then again...
Anna glared and punched him in the shoulder with her wash cloth hand. "Don't be a b*tch, this is f*cking terrible. I don't have the keys....they got stolen."
"Ow, ya know I fell on that right? And this is fine, this is fine, it's just a setback, it'll be alright..." he trailed off. This was terrible, but it could be worse. They still had the RPD to check, and a locksmith. Hell if either of them turned out to be busts, they could make a stop to a hardware store and saw 'em off.
"Yeah but..." she began before shaking her head and uncapping the bottle. She'd poured a little on the cloth and shrugged. "Yeah, you'll be fine," she finished, getting ready to clean out the scrape. "This might sting pretty badly."
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Post by Ion on Feb 8, 2012 6:08:58 GMT -5
Richard let off a hiss like a cat when Anna touched the cloth to his head. Skin must've peeled off a little more than he thought. As she cleaned him up, he asked her something: "So why'd you become a cop?"
She'd been unwrapping a piece of guaze from the box she'd brought with her. "Well that's a weird question...uh, well, I guess because of my father. He's a Sheriff back in Kentucky and he's pretty much my role model. I guess his selflessness and his dedication to helping others had inspired me to want to do the great things he's done," she explained before sighing, gently touching the gauze over the scrape and taken a piece of medical tape off the roll.
"I'm nowhere near that goal."
"Well you're helping me, and I am nothing but a huge f*cking burden," Rich said as she began bandaging him. "I mean, I'm just a big ol' zombie magnet that can't open doors, shoot a gun, or even get up on my own. Your watching out for me is pretty selfless and dedicated if you ask me."
The officer smiled faintly and scratched at her face sheepishly. "Well it'd be pretty sh*tty of me not to help you...besides you're not a burden, you've---" she's cut herself off and scoffed, as if trying to figure out what to say next. "You've been very cooperative."
"Heh, right," Rich smiled, chuckling a little.
Anna laughed a bit and began closing up the bandages. "You hungry? I'm pretty sure my food is intact."
"A bit yeah. Guess running through the city from terrifying monsters does that to you."
She'd gotten up from the couch and wandered on over to the kitchen's fridge. There'd been some shuffling of what sounded like plastic and glass before she'd spoke up. "Alright, well, I've got some left over chinese take-out from last night...I'd cook something, but ya know, don't want to attract any zombies or nothin'....some left over fried chicken and mashed potatoes...uhh...sandwich makings, anything sound appealing to you?"
"That fried chicken and taters sounds nice," Rich said, almost immediately realizing that it would be cold as hell. Eh, he's gone with worse. The man then stood up and crouched down on one knee. He stretched and pulled his arms back as far as he could. A few kicking, grunting minutes later he stood up, tired.
When Anna came from around the bar, she'd stopped suddenly, the plastic containers stacked up in her arms. "I'm sorry," she said, meekly.
"S'alright," Rich said, plopping his tall ass on the couch, "But, do you mind feeding me?"
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 8, 2012 6:24:28 GMT -5
Anna nodded a bit, setting the containers on the coffee table. "No problem," she said, somewhat nervously. She'd then quickly marched back into the kitchen, into the fridge. "Oh yeah, drinks, uhh, I don't have any alcohol...just sayin'. Got some soda, bottled water and fruit punch," she told him.
"Fruit punch please. You know soda dehydrates you right?"
"So does fruit punch," she said, coming back from the kitchen with two glasses. She'd sat down next to him and plucked a straw out from between her fingers and stuck it into his glass. "Eh!'
"Sorry about all the spare food, I tend to make way more than I should, still use to cooking fer my dad and myself."
"S'alright, 's'what I'm for I guess. To hoover up all your food, take up space, and provide snappy dialogue to liven your spirits."
Anna smirked. "I dunno about that last one, Rich," she joked, opening the container of chicken. Sometime later, after the duo had finished their dinner, Anna had sat back on the couch, hand on her stomach and her eyes up at the ceiling.
"I want a bath. I'm uncomfortably clammy," she said, more to herself than to her guest.
"I want to scratch my nose," he said, more to her than to himself. Anna glanced over at him and leaned toward him, scratching at his nose for him.
"I guess atleast one of us is comfortable now," she told him, going back to leaning into the couch and averting her eyes elsewhere. "So Rich, tell me about yourself," she said, pulling her legs up onto the couch and drawing them in.
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Post by Ion on Feb 8, 2012 6:58:55 GMT -5
"Well, where to begin..." Rich trailed off. "I came to the city to start up a pryamid scheme, planned on taking stupid people's money by having them give it to me, ya know. Trying to build up some capitol so I could move somewhere else. It's kind of a self-fufilling cycle ya know? I wanna travel, but I don't wanna get a job tha makes me stay in one place. So I start up a fradulent business, get some income, and go before anyone's the wiser. Work's marvelously."
Anna smiled and looked over at him. "That's pretty damn admirable. What sorts of places have you been to?" she asked.
"Well I started in San Jose, California. Moved up to Ashland, Oregon, then started heading East. Jumped around a bit, Idaho, Montana, went down to Colorado for a bit. Terrible place, everyone's in the military and there's nothing but white people everywhere. It was like I entered the Twilight Zone."
"Uhhh aren't you white?" Anna asked, chuckling.
"Well yeah, but you wouldn't like being surrounded by nothing but women would you?" Richard countered.
"No, but that's completely different. Women are evil."
"And militaristic white people are...?"
"Not that bad, considering I have a military based family," she responded, as-a-matter-of-factly.
"You're not military though. If you were you'd have pulled out your shotgun by now."
"Touche. So, go on then."
"Well, I got my ass outta Colorado, took the Interstate out of there and started seeing the sights the road had to offer me."
"So basically, you're a tramp. Or do you prefer the term, 'Vagabond'? Either way, that sounds pretty damn exciting...man compared to my life, you've had quite an adventure," Anna told him, sighing.
"Well if the zombie apocalypse hadn't begun, my life would kind of suck right about now. Oh wait." He laughed.
Anna laughed with him for a bit before slapping her hands on her knees and getting up out of the couch. She'd stretched out a bit and smiled. "Mitch wouldn't have ran you in, he didn't have any proof that you looted anything, none. I wouldn't vouch for him...so it might have been fine for all you know."
"Well it wouldn't have been all fine," Rich said stretching his legs out on the couch.
"Oh right, your stolen jacket would never have been avenged, I forgot."
"No, it wouldn't have gotten stolen in the first place, but that's not the point. The point is if the world didn't go to sh*t, I never would've had the pleasure of your company."
The officer flushed and rubbed at the back of her neck, smiling. "Uh, eh-heh heh...yeah...I guess..." she stammered, before moving across the living room to the hallway. "I'll go get you a blanket and pillow...."
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 8, 2012 7:28:49 GMT -5
The following morning, Anna had rolled over in the recliner, feeling it rock and tip over, with her in it. "F*CK!" she yelped, colliding into the floor with the recliner. She'd groaned and grimaced, laying there on her belly for a moment. The entire living room had been dimly lit from the sun peeking through the cracks of the blinds, she knew it was morning right off the bat.
Richard came out of the bathroom almost immediately. Seeing Anna laying with the recliner atop her, he said, "So, is that how you wake up everyday or...?"
The woman pushed herself out from under the chair and got upto her feet, pushing the recliner upright. She'd sighed and rubbed at her face a little. "No, usually I'm sleeping in my comfortable bed in my comfortable room curled up in comfortable blankets."
Rich shrugged before saying, "Well at least you got to wake up on your comfortable floor. Also I am a God-damned acrobat."
Anna looked up at the man, unsure of how to respond to that. "Uhhh...what'd you do?" she asked, squinting an eye.
"I used the God-damn bathroom. Think about it."
The officer snickered a little and walked passed him to the hallway. "What an achievment. Something to tell your grandchildren one day. 'Back in my days, you didnt need you arms to take a leak!' she said, laughing.
"Sh*t was hard to do! Literally!"
Anna began to laugh even harder all the way down the hall, holding her stomach as she did so. When she'd gotten to the bathroom door, she'd stopped. Both her laughing and the walking. "Wait, I'm not gonna find a uh, suprise waiting for me in there, right?"
Rich shook his head as he stepped to the end of the hall. "Nah, flush worked. Think it used all the water in the back of the tank though, but it worked."
Anna frowned and went through the door, leaving it wide open. She didn't have to pee, thankfully, but it would have sucked if she had to. Instead, she'd grabbed at the shirt she'd left in there and got out quickly, shrugging it over her shoulders and tank top, buttoning it up as she'd returned to Rich.
"I think I'll pack some things to bring along with us. Get my .45 too while I'm at it...oh! I've got some spare pouches in my bedroom, think you can be my item box for awhile?" she asked, looking at him as she'd finished buttoning up her shirt half way.
"Sure, why not? It's not like I've got anything else going for me," Richard muttered, walking off to the kitchen.
Anna smiled at him a little. "That's not true. Why, you're uh, well you're fun to have around and contradict the zombie apolcaypse entirely with your presence."
"Uhh, thank you?"
"No problem. Be back in a jiffy, gonna shove some things in some pouches and a backpack, then we can start booking it to the Locksmith a block or two away," she told him, moving back down the hall.
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Post by Ion on Feb 8, 2012 8:13:28 GMT -5
As Anna began packing crud into various pouches, Rich wandered over to the window and peeked out at the zombies through the blinds, or rather, the lack thereof. The inner courtyard seemed barren of any infected.
"Hey, we got a clear shot to the office," Rich told Anna.
"Good, I want to save some ammo for the streets anyway," she responded from her bedroom.
"I'm pretty glad I didn't have a dream about that thing in the grocery store. What the hell was that anyway?" Rich asked, wandering over to the bedroom.
Anna had been sitting on the edge of the bed, checking the clip in her .45 before looking up at him. "Dunno, hope we won't have to see any like it again...not without a shotgun, atleast," she told him, pushing the clip back into the weapon and taking a practice aim with it. She'd stood up and holstered it on the other side of her hip. "I'm bringing the Beretta with me. You can have it when we get the cuffs of of you."
"Well that's awfully sweet of you. If we ever stop by my apartment, I'll give you a big pile of money. I'd have to empty my pool though. I don't keep big piles of money around for nothing you know. Fifteen dollar jackets aren't going to buy themselves, not unless I have a huge stack of cash on hand to throw at the clerk. Stacks of cash carried by my butlers!" Richard paused for a moment. "Oh dear, I haven't had breakfast yet. Maybe we should do that before I dry up in a witty breeze."
"Yep, time for me to feed your trap, then," Anna suddenly said, grabbing at three pouches she'd packed. "First let me clip these to your belt," she said, walking over to him.
"Alright, but no getting frisky. I'm not some second date wh*re," Rich said sternly.
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Post by NotAvailable on Feb 8, 2012 8:32:44 GMT -5
Anna began to clip the first pouch onto his hip and stifled a chuckle. "Of course not, you only spent the night on our first date....slut."
"If my hands weren't cuffed I'd slap you silly, mmmhhmmm," Rich said jerking his head around like some kind of snake.
Clipping the second pack onto his other side, she'd laughed. "Alright, one more to go," she commented, twirling her finger around. "Turn around, I gotta clip this one on your back side," she said, reaching for the final pouch.
"Be gentle," he said turning around.
"You won't even feel a thing," she told him, clipping it on. She'd stood up from her crouch and bit her lip, trying her damndest not to laugh at this ridiculous banter between them. "Alright, done....was it good for you? Need a cigarette?"
Rich started laughing uproarously. "I-I just need a moment to collect myself."
"Ha ha ha ha ha! Ahhh....that's funny...alright, we should prolly get you some waffles then, I've got some in the freezer, I can pop 'em in the toaster, get ya some juice and get the hell out of here when you're done," she explained, moving around him to get back to the kitchen area. She'd began tucking her shirt in as she did so before shaking her head and smiling.
"What am I doing? I don't have work today," she said, chuckling. It was a force of habit that she'd have to get rid of all over again. Wandering on into the kitchen, she'd pulled open the freezer once she was within arm's reach, grabbed the box of waffles and went to work preparing half-assed breakfast.
When they finished their meal, Anna had grabbed her jacket from the chair, pulling it on half way and trying to slip her gloves back on in the process. "Alright, the locksmith is on Ripplebrook Street, that's two and a half blocks away. It'll be a tight squeeze getting through though considering East Raccoon is busy with City Hall and all... not as bad as downtown but..." she trailed off, contemplating what route to take to the shop.
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