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 Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 3:42 pm
Ever didn't have many things, but what he had was currently in the hall: not just his meager bag of belongings, not just the remaining half-case of vodka and quarter-case of cigarettes, but also the desk, and the chair, and, even, the bed. The result was that the hallway was nearly blocked, such that people had to climb over boxes and furniture to get past. And he was at the start of the hallway. The second door, no less. An inconvenience to everyone beyond that point. It wouldn't be for long, certainly. It was Zac's bad timing to come through at exactly this moment, when Ever had moved all his stuff out and cleaning supplies in. At least he wasn't afraid to get on his hands and knees and scrub, whistling [tunelessly] something that might have been Lady Gaga while he worked...
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 4:05 pm
He’d just woken up in a strange pod, been greeted by someone who thank GOD was a fellow kiwi, claimed himself a small tablet that was apparently a fallen angel, who was also a spear-thing. He was now, on his way to try and find his dorm room. He had to make his way to room 131, and there was a –lot- in his way. “Oh…bugger all.” He cursed, shouldering his small collection of belongings, not the least of them being the heirloom tools of his family trade. “Damn, I think you missed blocking some of this hallway, if you get a min there, would you mind lending a bit of a hand? I’ve got a few things in my duffle that I’d really rather not get banged about if you have a moment.” He spoke with a hint of amusement in his voice despite the irritation and inconvenience, and he spoke with an accent, not as strong as Aro’s, but it was there nonetheless.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 4:27 pm
It was too gentle, too polite, and for a moment -- Ever didn't seem to acknowledge it. Then he blinked, sitting up in the room, and twisted to examine Zac in the doorway. He was dressed down, at the moment, in a battered t-shirt with no sleeves and jeans so beat that his knees poked through. Neither of these things was flattering on Ever, with sharp elbows and bony legs, with his hair tucked back into a cap to keep it out of his face. Only a half-successful tactic: half of it still tumbled free to stick to one cheek. "What?" There was a bucket next to one knee and a sponge in his hand, supplies purloined from minipet cleanup duty. He'd return them, slightly used, when he was done, but he didn't think anyone would mind.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 4:45 pm
Zac, by counter was wearing clothes that fit; for the most part better, his jeans leaned a bit towards ‘mom’ style, in that they were looser and well worn, stained with ink and paint like they were probably a favorite pair. There was a hint of a black tattoo under the edge of his left t-shirt sleeve. He blinked in surprise at the ‘blank’ answer he got, like he’d been speaking Polynesian when he damn well hadn’t been. He’d dealt with tourists for long enough that he at least thought he spoke clearly enough, save for the slang, which wasn’t always clear. “I asked if you’d mind, holding my duffle just a min, I didn’t want to drop my gear trying to navigate your, everything. You’re room must have been pretty dang grotty to need all this.” "Hell of a way to get people in your bed though." He said trying to hold onto what was left of a not 'horrible' mood as he gestured at the hallway consuming piece of furniture.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 5:08 pm
"Everything's filthy." It was offered easily, without getting up, his head still cocked -- curious, maybe, because he was finally figuring out Zac was a newbie. It meant that after a moment, Ever's expression settled into a smile, too-wide: confidently willing to mess with the ignorant. "The basement's worse, though, if that's where you're headed. Spiders the size of your head, and sometimes they talk, I swear." He raised a hand as he said it, sponge still in his grip, and the other over his heart. "Creepiest ******** thing you ever saw. Some people keep them as pets."
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 5:19 pm
Now he earned a frustrated sound, a growl in his throat of exasperation. “Mate, I’m a god damned Kiwi, we ride bloody spiders to work and grind up their poxy corpses for ink. I’m aiming to get to Room 131 though, except, I wasn’t expecting that someone would be trying to recreate ‘the Ditch’ in the hall.” He shook his head slightly and muttered under his breath. “Pakeha.” “I can see you’re a bit of a dag, but I’m asking if you’d hold my duffle while I clamber across, alright mate? I’ve things in there I don’t want clobbered is all, then I’ll be out of your hair. Cheers.”
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 5:37 pm
"...are you kidding me?" It at least got it him up, rolling to his feet and tossing the sponge down into the bucket as he did. His smile melted away to something annoyed, instead, and his eyebrows knitted together -- looking Zac over with his eyes narrowed like he was hunting for something in the kid's face. Young, and he didn't look related to anyone important, so... "What the hell. Everyone has to do time in the basement, I thought." He stripped off the hat, too, to scrape fingers up through his hair as he settled in the doorway. It wasn't so freshly cropped, now, but it was still tidy, at least. "Who'd you ********?" It was dry. Joking maybe. Hard to tell.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 5:48 pm
That got a wide eyed stare, a slackened jaw for a moment before it closed with a soft yet audible click of teeth. “Not you, that’s for damn sure.” “I’d just like to get to my damn room, maybe they figure that anyone who’s from New Zeland has done their damn time with spiders and man eating beasties, because however you sussed it out that’s the room they told me to go to. Now you can either lend me a hand –thanks, or you can rack off alright?” He adjusted his bag over his shoulder before trying to use both wall and furnature to navigate over and around the contents of Ever’s dorm room so that he could finally get to his own. He had to admit there was some temptation to put boot to pillow just to see if there was enough dirt to leave a mark.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 6:10 pm
The pillow was naked and so was the mattress -- but it was his choice. Ever watched him for a moment, still leaning in the doorway, hat in hand, and waited until Zac was almost through before he stepped up to grab the bag out of his hand and toss it over one shoulder. And he stepped in the middle of the bed in still-fresh military-issue boots to follow the kid down the hall. "There was a rack in my room, when I got here. Medieval style. Blood stains on the ceiling and every wall." It lacked the joking tone, now, Ever trailing Zac with the bag held up out of his reach. "And you're going to get a real room, with a bed in it, and how fresh are you out of the pod?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 4:30 am
The torture chamber room gave him pause; there was a definite expression on his face that suggested that he was debating the authenticity of the claim. But being unable to grab his bag back, was creating an increasingly irritated, or look bordering on just plain mad. “I didn’t make the room assignments mate, sorry you had some ******** up chamber of horrors, but don’t take it on me for getting a room that may just need a good scrub for being so damn grotty. What do you want, an apology for getting a bit less s**t luck? It’s where they told me to go, so Cheers for the hand now give me back my duffle eh?” The accent got a touch heavier with the rising vexation.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 2:02 pm
"I got it." He squinted down at Zac as he said it: bag still up on his shoulder, out of the kid's reach in a careless sort of way. He was still following, his head cocked to the side, careless of his belongings in the hall. Apparently none of it was important. Or, maybe, it was just the fact that if he looked back over his shoulder, he could still see it stacked there, alone. The halls were usually quiet around now, anyway. "Which room did you say? Thirty?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 2:32 pm
"I can see you got it, you're a bloody tree." There was a touch of gritted teeth, anxiety that the old tools might be chucked into the room he was reporting to. Fine if the other didn't give as much of a shite about his own things, but these were his! "131..." He replied after a drawn out pause. "THANK you" he said still irritated at not having retrieved his duffle.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 4:44 pm
"It's one long hallway." Ever jerked his chin in the right direction, and then looked back to Zac: he'd give the duffel back, perhaps, once they were there. Zac had, after all, pushed him to take it.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 5:22 pm
“I get that…” He said, “I can get there from here, thanks. I just…” He stopped himself “I can get there from here, thanks, I just wanted help past your bevy of things since their kind of …taking over the hall. He was getting kind of put out that this guy seemed so damned pissed he hadn’t had to room in the –basement. Was it –really- that big of a deal? There was a temptation to give him a good –smack- with the business end of one of his tattooing tools once he got them back. IF he got them back… if he didn’t… by god he was going to find some way to get a koala, and trap the pisser in a room with the damned thing. “…Do all the rooms start with racks or is that just a ‘everyone should start their life in an old torture chamber in the basement, never mind why are there torture chambers?”
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 6:09 pm
Ever still didn't give back the duffel: he was, apparently, carrying it back to Zac's new room. To take a look, maybe. Or to buy him just a little time -- "All the rooms have something." He said it easily, confidently, shrugging the bag as he did -- and looking back over his shoulder again. It hid his face and gave him a little more time to think. "I don't want to scare you too bad, but people die in these rooms sometimes. That's why 199's still empty. A bit of a feud over that room." A feud that involved his best friend. He didn't mention that bit: just looked back down to Zac. "You got the talk, right. About how everything you ever saw is real?"
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