After wandering about new york for some time he returned home by way of the train. he disembarked and walked a few blocks, enjoying the weather, his eyes glued back to his book like they had been earlier that day. eventually he made it to his building, slammed the key into the lock, missing the first few tries. he dragged his feet as he slowly stumbled up the stairs, refusing to take his eyes out of his book. 1st floor "hello Mrs. Matthews." he mumbled as he passed her door, his accent showing itself more strongly than usual for some reason. 2nd floor "hello Mr. Daniels." he grumbled. 3rd floor "Hey mi-." he stopped both speaking and walking, hearing creeking that sounded like old springs moving. "crazy college kids and there... well.... yeah." he mumbled with a chuckle before heading up the last flight of stairs. he stopped at his door, a large, nice dark wooden door with a little brass peep whole. with a deep breath that strongly ressembled a sigh he drew his key from his pocket and slowly slid it into the key whole, opening the door to his silent, cool studio apartment.
walking immediately to the kitchen he grabbed himself a glass from an overhead cabinet and got himself some water from the tap. taking a sip he cringed slightly "God I hate New York water... tastes like exhaust and sweat." he mumbled before downing the rest.
shower time he thought as he headed for the bathroom. it was his second shower today, but in his deffense it was rather warm that day, and he was wearing his usual coat and scarf. he didn't smell or anything, he simply hating the feeling of sweat... to sticky... entering his bathroom he disrobed, tossing his clothes in a pile in the doorway. he gently opened the glass door and stepped in spinning the nob and letting the water run a moment before stepping into the spray. he stood, flabbergasted for a moment before letting out a shrill cry "COOLLLDDDD cold cold cold cold!" he shouted, spinning the temperature nob the other way before sighing a sigh of relief.
half an hour later he exited his shower, flung a towel around his waste, and tousled his hair in another. after a bit of time towel-drying his hair he gave up, hung the towel back up and simply shook his head vigorously. he'd always thought that that gave him that nice roughed up hair look that he loved so much. he wasn't arrogant... just liked to look good. he wandered out of his bathroom, stepping delicately over his pile of clothes and plopped down onto a his two person couch, grabbed a nearby remote and flipped the T.V. on. "tele in America isn't half bad really..." he mumbled to himself flipping to some mediocre stand up comedian. after a long hour of jokes about drunken women, and farts he peered over at the clock.
tick tock tick tock he thought, he had decided to go take a peek at the casino he was to be working at. he believed it was called the "Mare Trez" or something, and they'd wanted to have a dining area so he applied and was accepted for the task of head chef.
flicking off the TV he popped up and threw the towel into a laundry basket that lie in a corner near his bed, then walked over to the pile of clothes from earlier and did the same with them. he was a BIG fan of clothes, and liked to wear a variety. so he rifled through his closet until he found a simple outfit that he liked, casual dress he called it. with a chuckled he tossed it on. (
casual dress outfit) peering over at his bed he noticed a long, thinnish black nylon case that he'd left there, he considered bringing it along but decided against it. rifling through his pants from earlier he picked out his wallet, cell phone, and keys before dropping the pants back into the hamper. he quickly exited, flipping lights off as he went, locked the door and marched back down the stairs. third floor "enjoy yourself mike". second floor "so long Mr. Daniels". 1st floor "ta-ta Mrs. Matthews". he almost sang all of them as he trotted down to the train station, his rings gleaming in the sunlight.
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