Alexa Drew Summers
Alexa smirked as she came within sight of the duplexes. She had been down at the beach where an interesting, timid frog man had told her a new bit of information about her favorite ex-everything and her little boy toy. She had a name, she had a location. Now all she needed was a little more information before she confronted this Mr. Woodrow, and who better to retrieve it from than his mistress? Stepping out of the now pouring rain, she moved through the dry, clean hallways, approaching the door labelled #56. Maryke's duplex, and home for the most part. Alexa had seen her before in the trees, but she figured since it was raining she would be at home.
She gave the door a firm knock, waiting for a response. After several beats of dead silence, she wrapped against the wood again to no avail. Trying the handle of the door, she found that it was locked. Maryke either wasn't home or wasn't answering. Frowning, she wondered if there was a way around this problem. Even if Maryke wasn't home, Alexa might be able to find some sort of clue in regards to if Maryke's boy would eat her or not upon sight. She stood in the hallway for a few moments, dripping on the carpet, before coming up with something. The windows. Maryke was notorious for leaving windows open and/or unlocked. Alexa was constantly closing them back at her loft in LA. With any luck, Maryke still liked to leave them unguarded.
Stepping back out into the rain, she calculated where exactly Maryke's window would be situated. Sure enough, it was open a mere crack. Lucky for Alexa, each duplex had a window that had a fire escape beneath it. The only problem now was how to get up. She wasn't short, per say, but she was a lot shorter than a lot of people. Kicking off her sandals, she grit her teeth and made a running leap at the bottom rung of the ladder. Falling short, she stumbled as her bare feet came in contact with the ground below. Ouch. Okay, not a good idea. Looking around for something--anything--to aid her, she found a box. Pushing it over, she positioned it just so, and stood on it. It gave her another foot or so of space to work with. Reaching up, her fingertips could barely touch the slick black metal. Grunting, she lept from the box, barely latching on. She swung for a minute or two. Now what?
Well, she had nothing left to do but muscle her way up... somehow. She pulled her chin to the bar, then reached for the next one, nearly falling. She managed to get up two or three of them before her arms were killing her. Pulling her legs up, she managed to get a foothold--though awkward--and push herself the rest of the way. Once up completely, she pried the window open further and slipped into the room, leaving the crate and her shoes out in the rain.
She found herself in her madam's bedroom, dripping on one of her plush throw rugs. She looked down, finding that her feet were dirtying the off-white carpetting, but she didn't care. The place didn't look very lived in, anyway. And there was no sign of Maryke, either. Alexa breathed a sudden sigh of relief. If she'd been caught sneaking through the window, Maryke would have her head. She looked around for the bathroom. Finding it, she went in and stripped out of her beach clothes, borrowing a plush towel to dry herself off. She was accustomed to using the Madam's things, so she didn't think twice about the now-wet towel hanging on the rack to dry. She also didn't think about the crimson-tipped hair she was leaving in the madam's comb as she brushed her hair free of knots, and dried it with her blow dryer. Once dry and somewhat presentable, she pushed her now-wavy locks behind her ears and ventured to her closet. She searched around, finding a robe to her liking, and also some slippers. Getting into them, she looked around again, exploring every inch of the lavish duplex.
She was pleased with the set up. It was much like the loft that Maryke and herself had enjoyed back in LA. She spent some time sitting around doing nothing, just enjoying the thought of Maryke's company. She had missed her terribly, and being here was a reminder of what they had shared, be it but breifly. There was one thing missing, however. Alexa had found an empty bottle of Maryke's perfume in the bathroom. The duplex didn't smell of her like the loft did. Getting an idea, she unlocked the door, leaving it open a crack, and ventured down to her duplex. Fetching a bottle the same as the one in Maryke's bathroom, she returned and replaced the empty one with her own. She even gave each room of the duplex a spray. Now everything was perfect.
Well...almost. "What the ******** is THAT?!" she exclaimed to herself, finding something odd in the bathroom. The shower curtain was open, and on the floor there was... well... something. It looked... weird. Something... like jelly. Disgusted, she left the room and closed the door behind her. Whatever Maryke had been doing in the shower... it wasn't cleaning herself. Or maybe it was, and that was something... no, it had to be from something else. Maryke was furry, not squishy!
Shaking her head, she began sleuthing for more clues into this Mr. Woodrow's life. She looked through all Maryke's things, and carefully inspected many many places. The only other consistency she found was a small tin of fish in the fridge. As far as Alexa knew, lemurs didn't eat fish. Which meant they belonged to Mr. Lake Monster. But what the hell gave off jelly looking things and ate fish? She thought at first a jelly fish might, but that didn't make sense. Jelly fish couldn't possibly eat fish, let alone walk around. No, it had to be something that could come onto land as well. Shuddering, she suddenly felt like she shouldn't be there. Grabbing a pad and pencil from the counter, she scribbled down a quick note:
"Maryke,
Came by to see you, you weren't home. Needed to dry off, borrowed your robe. Hope you don't mind, will return it to you soon.
Alexa heart xoxo
Duplex #12"
With that, she slapped the paper down near the fridge, pulled Maryke's robe tight around her body, and exitted, leaving the door unlocked behind her, the wet towel and clothes still hanging around in the bathroom, along with other small clues that Alexa had been there. If Maryke came home, she was likely to find the clues before the note, however, because in Alexa's haste, it slipped under the mini fridge almost completely.
Farewell for now, Maryke.
She gave the door a firm knock, waiting for a response. After several beats of dead silence, she wrapped against the wood again to no avail. Trying the handle of the door, she found that it was locked. Maryke either wasn't home or wasn't answering. Frowning, she wondered if there was a way around this problem. Even if Maryke wasn't home, Alexa might be able to find some sort of clue in regards to if Maryke's boy would eat her or not upon sight. She stood in the hallway for a few moments, dripping on the carpet, before coming up with something. The windows. Maryke was notorious for leaving windows open and/or unlocked. Alexa was constantly closing them back at her loft in LA. With any luck, Maryke still liked to leave them unguarded.
Stepping back out into the rain, she calculated where exactly Maryke's window would be situated. Sure enough, it was open a mere crack. Lucky for Alexa, each duplex had a window that had a fire escape beneath it. The only problem now was how to get up. She wasn't short, per say, but she was a lot shorter than a lot of people. Kicking off her sandals, she grit her teeth and made a running leap at the bottom rung of the ladder. Falling short, she stumbled as her bare feet came in contact with the ground below. Ouch. Okay, not a good idea. Looking around for something--anything--to aid her, she found a box. Pushing it over, she positioned it just so, and stood on it. It gave her another foot or so of space to work with. Reaching up, her fingertips could barely touch the slick black metal. Grunting, she lept from the box, barely latching on. She swung for a minute or two. Now what?
Well, she had nothing left to do but muscle her way up... somehow. She pulled her chin to the bar, then reached for the next one, nearly falling. She managed to get up two or three of them before her arms were killing her. Pulling her legs up, she managed to get a foothold--though awkward--and push herself the rest of the way. Once up completely, she pried the window open further and slipped into the room, leaving the crate and her shoes out in the rain.
She found herself in her madam's bedroom, dripping on one of her plush throw rugs. She looked down, finding that her feet were dirtying the off-white carpetting, but she didn't care. The place didn't look very lived in, anyway. And there was no sign of Maryke, either. Alexa breathed a sudden sigh of relief. If she'd been caught sneaking through the window, Maryke would have her head. She looked around for the bathroom. Finding it, she went in and stripped out of her beach clothes, borrowing a plush towel to dry herself off. She was accustomed to using the Madam's things, so she didn't think twice about the now-wet towel hanging on the rack to dry. She also didn't think about the crimson-tipped hair she was leaving in the madam's comb as she brushed her hair free of knots, and dried it with her blow dryer. Once dry and somewhat presentable, she pushed her now-wavy locks behind her ears and ventured to her closet. She searched around, finding a robe to her liking, and also some slippers. Getting into them, she looked around again, exploring every inch of the lavish duplex.
She was pleased with the set up. It was much like the loft that Maryke and herself had enjoyed back in LA. She spent some time sitting around doing nothing, just enjoying the thought of Maryke's company. She had missed her terribly, and being here was a reminder of what they had shared, be it but breifly. There was one thing missing, however. Alexa had found an empty bottle of Maryke's perfume in the bathroom. The duplex didn't smell of her like the loft did. Getting an idea, she unlocked the door, leaving it open a crack, and ventured down to her duplex. Fetching a bottle the same as the one in Maryke's bathroom, she returned and replaced the empty one with her own. She even gave each room of the duplex a spray. Now everything was perfect.
Well...almost. "What the ******** is THAT?!" she exclaimed to herself, finding something odd in the bathroom. The shower curtain was open, and on the floor there was... well... something. It looked... weird. Something... like jelly. Disgusted, she left the room and closed the door behind her. Whatever Maryke had been doing in the shower... it wasn't cleaning herself. Or maybe it was, and that was something... no, it had to be from something else. Maryke was furry, not squishy!
Shaking her head, she began sleuthing for more clues into this Mr. Woodrow's life. She looked through all Maryke's things, and carefully inspected many many places. The only other consistency she found was a small tin of fish in the fridge. As far as Alexa knew, lemurs didn't eat fish. Which meant they belonged to Mr. Lake Monster. But what the hell gave off jelly looking things and ate fish? She thought at first a jelly fish might, but that didn't make sense. Jelly fish couldn't possibly eat fish, let alone walk around. No, it had to be something that could come onto land as well. Shuddering, she suddenly felt like she shouldn't be there. Grabbing a pad and pencil from the counter, she scribbled down a quick note:
"Maryke,
Came by to see you, you weren't home. Needed to dry off, borrowed your robe. Hope you don't mind, will return it to you soon.
Alexa heart xoxo
Duplex #12"
With that, she slapped the paper down near the fridge, pulled Maryke's robe tight around her body, and exitted, leaving the door unlocked behind her, the wet towel and clothes still hanging around in the bathroom, along with other small clues that Alexa had been there. If Maryke came home, she was likely to find the clues before the note, however, because in Alexa's haste, it slipped under the mini fridge almost completely.
Farewell for now, Maryke.
Maryke Jimenez
Though it was raining Maryke still found it in her to be out and about her duplex. She did the usual tasks for the day. Play around in the trees in the morning when it wasn't raining, followed by a quick bite to eat in the cafeteria. From there she went into the Entertainment room and watch two movies, of no real importance until she finally headed back to her place when the weather looked like it would get worse before it got any better. However, as soon as she stepped foot inside her place the perfect day she seemed to be having was slowly fading away.
The first thing she noticed when she entered her duplex was that the sound of rain wasn't letting up like you would be accustomed to when you entered inside a building. In fact the noise only increased. Flattening her ruffed ears against her head as she stepped inside she looked around dumbly for the source of the sound. Finally spotting it in the form of an open window. As SOON as she saw that she let out a tiny little squeak of fear, thankful that no one was around to here it. Her first instinct that it was Jamal, so on instinct she wanted to run back out and get the ******** out of there before he had a chance to maul her to death. But when her hazel eyes ticked down she saw that there were two distincly human muddy footsprints on her pretty off white carpeting.
"Alexa!" she screamed, thinking the woman was still inside somewhere. She began to hurried in all the rooms, stopping and staring in confusion when she saw the girl's soiled clothes laying on the floor. At that she went towards the bedroom, thinking that she might find Alexa spread out on it, which only made her that much more pissed off. But, thankfully the bedroom looked untouched, so she was now certain that she wasn't going to find the little half wit anywhere in her duplex. But, now she needed a drink. As she was heading to the mini fridge something caught her eyes. A piece of paper sticking out under it.
Frowning a bit, she picked up the note, read it, and then she narrowed her eyes into mere slits. Grumbling to herself she set out to pay Alexa a visit.
