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 Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 7:45 pm
Nikita led Mark into the apartment building, and began heading up the stairs towards the 'showcase' apartment - he had one in each building which he used to show potential guardians.
In fact, he was about to unlock the door when Mark spoke again. And promptly, the key missed the keyhole.
"Oh- ah..."
Glancing back down at the doorknob (and making sure to actually get the key in this time), Nikita gave an awkward laugh.
"A b-bit of one, yes..."
He'd heard suggestions on how to deal with it, before; the only one that seemed to actually work, was to speak as if he was singing - and that was much harder then it sounded. So he usually didn't bother trying...and when he did, it became obvious to him just how much better his speech would be if he just practiced.
Which he never wound up doing. Oh well.
"And here's the apartment..."
It was a standard sort of apartment, really.
((Check the Apartment thread for an example...or the good and bad one >.> I don't have one for the 'normal' apartment yet. But you can get an idea from the other two examples xDD))
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 6:34 pm
Had he been a more gentleman-esque individual, Mark may have been ashamed of his inquiry over the stutter. It was hardly any of his concern whether or not the man had a speech problem. What was of his concern was the staircase he had been shown and led up; what was his concern was the idea of an apartment with a bed - all his own - and all he had to do was ...
What was it that he was supposed to do in return?
Blinking at the realization of having scarcely been paying attention, Mark had heaved a sigh as if to brush off the concern. No matter what it was they wanted him to do, he would do it. More than anything in the world, he desired a bed of his own to curl up in. It would be far more comfortable than the petty security office, or main desk, at the museum.
Smiling coyly at the thought of the museum, Mark had opened his mouth as if he were about to mention it. However, the view of the inside of the apartment had caught him off guard. In that giddy manner, he had lit up. For a moment, it had appeared almost as if he would have charged to look about - but, instead, he had taken a small stroll and had given a few glances before nodding his head. A ridiculously satisfied look had crossed his face. In more ways than possible, he wished it were far more eccentric and luxurious, but he had not dared mentioned such a thing in comment.
"You guys must be really desperate for people to give these away." He'd grinned, leaning back on his heels. His eyes had glimmered before he had turned to face Nikita. His expression was enthusiastic, energetic, and overtly grateful, it seemed.
"Not bad, I guess. The museum's nicer, but it's not like that place was built for living. My boss wants to kill me for staying there, but I'm the best tour-guide he has! He'd be nuts." Mark had seemed to boast, his grin becoming mischievous.
Then it had dimmed and become far more mellow. "But we don't have to stay here all the time, do we, for whatever you're doing? That'd never hold over with my job and all, and I love my job. You wouldn't believe the stuff that's there. It's not as nice, as, well, town, yeah. It's quieter. That's never too fun - and, to be honest, my ears start hurting sometimes when there isn't enough sound." He'd tugged at his headphones, keeping them situated over his ears in emphasis. "But, even if it's quiet? It's awesome."
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 8:15 am
Nikita simply stood there and blinked at Mark, still lost in the transition from apartment, to museum, to work and noise. Finally, he caught up with the man's conversation, and strove to answer the question.
"N-no, you only have to live here..." Which didn't mean they had to stay full-time; the higher ups probably wouldn't mind that, but it would mean they'd be in far shorter supply of guardians. As for noise - well, that usually depended on ones neighbors.
"Well, if you'd like t-to pick an apartment now...there's one nicer then this, and more that's more sp-spartan."
This man confused him. Why couldn't he pick one facial expression and stay with it? (although if people actually did that, it probably would be a bit on the frightening side...but oh well.)
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 9:27 am
Mark had been thinking back to his place of work, his eyes occasionally flitting about the room in idle wonder. There were a variety of factors that concerned him about the museum. The number of staff members wasn't immense, and the number of good staff members wasn't necessarily elaborate either - in his opinion. On the note of his job, he couldn't help but dwell on what was going on while he was away.
Quickly snapping out of his inquiry stage, Mark had glanced to Nikita in time to find the answer to his question. It was good news if they didn't have to stay every moment of the day. It never would have flown, no matter the glory of having a place of his own - which truly was the one thing he seemed to care most about in his mind.
In a lite manner, his tail had flickered, whipping the ground and creating a clack. "Great." He's stated confidently. The remains of his giddy nature had clung to his voice and features surprisingly well, having stabilized somewhere within the mess of featured emotions.
Once more he had fallen to thought. However, it had been short lived. If it were free, why not go all the way? The nicer, the better. He had grinned almost mischievously at the thought, straightening himself to his full height. "The nicer, the better!" He'd spoken in a blunt tone. "There's no way I'd turn down anything that looks nice."
Mark had suddenly paused, his lips twisting awkwardly for a moment. Well, he supposed, there were things that would make him turn anything down - but those were irrelevant. Without hesitation, he had waved off whatever thought had plagued him. His eyes had glanced back at the entry to the apartment they had entered.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 1:52 pm
"I won't k-keep you any longer..."
Nikita had kept him for quite a while, after all; and it seemed like the man was ready to go. He made a mental note to pick out an apartment accordingly to Mark's wishes; that wouldn't be too hard.
Stepping towards the door, he offered a small smile towards Mark; well, at lesat here was another guardian successfully taken care of and convinced.
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