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 Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2017 9:32 am
Prompt You hear a weird scuttling on your rooftop in the middle of the night but it doesn’t sound like any rodent or noise you can easily identify. Whatever it is sounds like it’s doing a lot of movement—and is sizeable enough to give you decent concern. Is it an animal? A robber? If you listen closely you can hear strange chattering and an odd whisper; it feels like eyes are watching you, but you can’t see anything. The noise doesn’t last for long; whatever is on your roof is moving—but, if you are brave enough to check outside you might be sorely disappointed to find that you can’t see anything but shadows. Either way, there’s something out there…and it’s not safe to stay out for long.
When he'd first heard the sound, Rob had assumed it had been Bob, stomping around like his orange fat butt tended to do sometimes. When the sound appeared again, only louder and more ominous... well, it had started to sound less and less like Bob and more and more like something with the potential to do more damage than an occasional broken window.
Sadly, Rob had never thought far enough ahead to invest in a gun. Actually, he didn't care much for guns - too violent, in his opinion. But he also failed to have a bat. Or stick. Or pretty much anything useful against a beast or robber unless one was in need of a business card, of which he still had thousands.
Not knowing what else to do, he'd scrambled for his cell phone (because like hell was he going to go out and investigate, himself). The police would give him s**t if it wasn't a robber and really, who knew when the hell they'd even bother showing up?
So instead, he called the biggest, meanest person he could think of to combat against whatever nefarious creature continued to stop around and, from the sound of it, pry shingles from off of his room. And he texted. And texted. And maybe sent another frantic voicemail followed by several more messages until he'd finally received a response in return.
Rob, in the meantime, sat on the couch in his pajamas, eyes darting around at all of the nearby windows and wondering why the hell he had invested in a place that had so many stupid windows in it.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2017 10:27 am
Kavinsky was starting to think that maybe he had made a mistake when it came to accepting numerous job offers from one Robert Banks. Tonight was a night in which this thought came to mind when he had for once managed to get home to crawl into bed at a decent hour only to have his phone blown up with a series of texts and phone calls.
He intended to ignore them until the voicemail happened and finally he had answered the phone with an irritated what the ******** do you want and an on my way way after Banks' frantic jumbled words poured through the receiver.
The teen hadn't bothered to try and fix any of his appearance, just pulled on the worn out jeans he'd been wearing earlier and the jacket he always wore. His beanie was snatched on the way out, jammed onto his head without care as he made his way to the adult sized baby that tried to pass himself off as a credible lawyer. It took him about twenty minutes and when he got there, he started pounding on the door.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2017 11:10 am
In that twenty minutes of waiting, Rob had gone up the stairs four times, paced the hallways eight, shuddered because of the loud stomping(moving? lurking??) sounds approximately fourteen times and found one fuzzy robe to wrap himself in like a security blanket.
When the loud, heavy knock on the door came, he about jumped out of his skin.
"Kavinsky? K, is that you?"
Wrapping the robe around tighter, he peered through the peephole into the darkness outside, scarcely making out the silhouette of the tired looking Russian on the other side. He was easy to identify - just had to look for the stupid hat and the grouchy scowl on his face.
Rob had never been so relieved to see either of those things.
Opening the door, he ushered the other man inside with a frantic wave of his hand, almost in a circular motion as if to say hurry, hurry! Eyes studied him, boot to hat and that was when Rob realized his mistake.
"Did you not bring a weapon?"
Oh, ********>, I should have told you to bring a weapon, s**t, s**t, s**t. Now we're both going to be sitting ducks."
As if celebrating the horror, the loud THUMP on the roof echoed again, as if cheering the addition of another potential casualty to the household.
Nuxaz He couldn't just leave the beanie at home, huh
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2017 1:55 pm
K, is that you?
Was Banks ******** serious? Who the hell would it be if it wasn't him? For the love of--
He forced himself to take a step back, close his eyes, and inhale deeply. The Russian teen was already in a bad mood, having lost his one and only chance to sleep for more than four hours that week, it wasn't going to do him any good to continue to get pissier.
But...It was Banks and that man knew how to get under his skin in a bad way. At least when Isaiah had irritated him, he could shut him up with his mouth or a well placed hand. Neither tactic was likely to work on the older man and he wasn't interested in finding out.
His movements into the house were slow, as if he were doing it on purpose to increase the panic and worry of the lawyer because he was clearly freaked out by something. "No. Why would I need a weapon?" Okay, maybe he misunderstood what the job was. The THUMP above him didn't alarm him the way it seemed to with Banks but he did look up, raising a brow curiously.
"The ******** is that? Your cat stuck on the roof? I knew it was fat because the damage it did to windows but...didn't think it was that fat." Despite being told and asked to come and repair various things broken by said cat, Kavinsky had yet to see the furball. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise.
Who ******** knew.
"I'm not a pest exterminator, you know that right? There are some things you'll have to call a professional in for."
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2017 3:05 pm
"That's not my damn cat."
The robe was pinched tighter around his neck and he stared first at the ceiling, then at the teenager who looked at him as if he'd lost what few marbles he had left. "Bob is fat but he's not the size of a panther, for christ's sake."
The noise rumbled and moved again, forcing Rob to take a step closer to the repairman he'd called to repair the problem with the roof. "Did you hear that? That's not normal. I don't know what's up there, but it's not normal."
He didn't realize he was holding his breath until his lungs began to burn, Rob finally exhaling as a result. It was easy to tell that Kavinsky was close to his limit and was about to storm off, but how in the hell was he going to not only convince him to stay here, but to fight whatever the hell was up there?
The soft hiss was too soft at first. Rob was forced to hold his breath and listen, having dismissed the sound in lieu of the loud thumping.
I seeeEeEeEeEEeee youUUuuUUUuuu~
Oh, sweet jesus christ.
"That's not my damn cat."
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2017 7:47 am
Were Kavinsky the type of man to roll his eyes cartoonishly, he would have when Banks insisted that it wasn't his fat cat on the roof. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, the Russian was distracted by the notice of one fuzzy robe. Seriously, the lawyer was wearing that?
"You too afraid to handle it yourself?" He quipped, shaking his head as he glared a tich too long at the thing Banks was tightly wrapping around himself. "That stupid ******** girly s**t won't protect you if this thing you're so scared of makes it into the house," he felt the need to point out, because he was an a**.
(And maybe because he was still annoyed that Banks called him out for this.)
The weird hissing however, managed to get his attention and silver eyes flicked up then back down to meet hazel. A slowly exhaled sigh later and he was rubbing his face, tugging on the front of his jacket for readjusting, then, the beanie was checked to make sure it was secure. "Fine. You got a broom or some s**t? I'm charging you 200 minimum for this." Yeah it was going to be pricey, but Banks had blown up his phone and called him out for something ******** stupid.
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2017 8:16 am
Rob knew Kavinsky was taking pot shots, but he was far too startled and shaken up by the monster (or whatever it was) on the roof to properly distribute comebacks. When the younger man gestured towards the "stupid ******** girly s**t" which could only mean his cashmere robe, he clutched the fabric even tighter and pointed back, "Of course it's not going to protect me - you're supposed to protect me!"
Rob's future in the house was looking bleak because Kavinsky looked just about ready to walk out the door when the white haired teen seemed to have heard the hissing sound too. They exchanged looks and he sighed, almost as if he were giving in and...
Two hundred dollars????
Of all the times to expect money for a....christ.
"Fine," he blurted out, shaking his head as if disappointed in the answer. He didn't vocalize any of his dismay, choosing instead to turn around and make his way into the kitchen, where the broom and dustpan sat in the adjacent closet.
If two hundred dollars was what it would cost him to ensure his life would be safe, then he had no other choice than to pay the price.
Returning with the "weapon" in hand, he offered it out to the Russian, keeping the dustpan for himself. He didn't know why, he just did.
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2017 9:18 am
"Why the <********>--" Kavinsky cut himself off and rubbed at the edges of white brows. It didn't matter, or so he told himself, why Banks thought that. He would do the damn job and then he'd go home and attempt to salvage some sleep with some money in his pocket.
This one job, depending on how much he ultimately charged, would be nearly half what he needed for his half of rent. That meant he could maybe pay for all of rent this month to take some stress off of Ellis.
Turned out that was the only motivation he needed.
K took the broom and gripped it tightly in his hand, sighing in a slow exhale of breath as if to prepare himself for this ridiculous venture. "Alright, take me to where you saw the thing."
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2017 9:31 am
His valiant Knight-for-Rent was ready to assume his duty as defender of the Banks abode and, in all honesty, had asked a simple, justifiable question from the abode's owner.
Unfortunately, Rob had absolutely no answer to give to him.
He stood there for a moment, nervously chewing on his bottom lip (for there was no tie to readjust, tragically) as he debated internally on how to respond. Should he go ahead and admit that he didn't actually see said being outside? Or should he pretend that he had to save face - because surely there was something out there, right?
No... no, Rob was a lawyer. He would just talk his way out of this one.
"I heard it from the bedroom." Hands motioned towards the upstairs, as if the repairman hadn't already gone up there several times to mend the things the stupid cat had broken, "It's definitely on the roof, whatever it is."
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2017 11:28 am
Banks kept him waiting and Kavinsky was obviously growing frustrated. It wasn't a hard question so why was he--
Oh.
Oh.
Kavinsky's expression blanked as realization settled in. "What the ********>" It wasn't a question, only a statement that had his hands wrapping too tightly around the broom's handle. Banks was lucky it was sturdy plastic or it might have snapped in the Russian's big, burly hands. "You called me six times for something that you didn't even see?" <********.
His mouth opened once, then twice, then a third time before he snapped it shut and stomped off to the bedroom. When he got to the top of the stairs, he said, "Adding an extra $50 to your bill because of this." It was reasonable to him considering he was starting to feel like he had been called to deal with a ghost.
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2017 3:27 pm
Being chided as if he was a child crying wolf didn't settle well with him, hazel eyes glaring after the Russian as he stormed up the stairs. As much as he wanted the thing gone, he wouldn't mind if whatever it was took a few licks in on Kavinsky before it was convinced to leave by his oh so intimidating broom.
Maybe that'd cool his money grubbin' attitud--
Iiiiiiiiiiii'm heeeEEEEeeerrreEEeeeee~
He felt his blood run cold. The hiss. The hiss was coming from the door.
Oh god, did he even lock it after K had gotten there???
Robert Banks was quick to nope the ******** off the ground level floor, scrambling and racing his way up the stairs - even stumbling forward and forced to use his hands to help push himself up - until he'd made it onto the landing. Panicked eyes darted around, searching for his house guest. K had barely made it into the bedroom before Rob was calling his name, practically yelling it, in between it's at the door, it's at the door, it's at tHE DOOR while he tripped and staggered his way down the hall. Hands actively grabbed the arm of the repairman as natural instinct had him pressing against the larger man out of sheer fear, squeezing a death grip that refused to let go as his robe's sides fluttered around him.
"It's at the front door!!!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2017 8:20 am
Kavinsky had the broom in hand, carefully easing Banks's bedroom door open with a creeeeeeaaaak, when the man came flying up the stairs like a bat out of hell.
"What the <********>--" He spit as fingers wrapped around one of his arms and yanked him back. The teenage almost lost his balance, dropping the broom when he went to catch himself on the door frame. "Would you calm the ******** down?" He barked, silver eyes narrowed into slits as he tried to yank his arm free only to find that the lawyer would not let go.
For Christ's sake, why did he agree to a job where he was basically a baby sitter to a grown a** adult man terrified of something he hadn't seen?
Because he was getting paid at least two hundred dollars and then some with how the night was going out, that's why. ********. Why was money such a powerful thing? Kavinsky had to think about how that was nearly half his portion of rent and how he could maybe get all of the rent off of this one job and those were odds were tempting and high.
"For the love of--" He cut himself off, thick fingers rubbing his brows before he snatched up the broom and made his way back downstairs. "Could you make up your damn mind about where this thing is--- what the ******** is that."
He couldn't see it clearly, but he was pretty sure he was seeing some beedy eyes and a shadow that was too big to be something normal. Okay, okay. So maybe Banks hadn't made all of this up, especially when he considered that the front door had been pushed open.
Creeping forward, the broom was held up ready to strike and--
The ******** creature thing darted at him.
He started swinging the broom, trying to smash the damn thing's head into the ground. Kavinsky didn't even know if he'd hit the b*****d but it was running and SLAM the front door suddenly shut and the thing was gone.
What. <******** class="quote">ghouliboo
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2017 11:23 am
For all the thirty some-odd years he'd been alive, Robert Banks had never once fainted. There had been no cause for such distress - he'd never been afraid of needles, had an alright relationship when it came to dealing with clowns, never found himself in such a situation that would make him quake and quiver in fear. With the current events going on in his own house, he was coming dangerously close to passing out for the first time from sheer terror, god help his soul.
As Kavinsky started down towards the stairs, Rob quickly relinquished his grip on the man's arm. He wasn't about to join him on the attack, not when that thing was possibly still lurking down ---
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
K had clearly seen something, judging by his exclamation. Then a series of whacks from the broom had his arms wrapping around himself, hazel eyes wide and alarmed as he barely, barely crept over the side of the landing to look down the staircase.
There was the Russian, standing alone with the broom... but there was nothing else. The slam had been resounding, nearly shaking the house from the force of the blow but the creature that had caused the slam was nowhere to be seen.
Meekly, his voice rose to barely above a whisper level.
"D-Did you get it?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2017 1:51 pm
He was standing there, rigid, as if he expected the door to swing open and for the thing to come back for a round two. When it didn't and Banks's voice broke him out of his daze he shook his head.
"Don't ******** know." He answered honestly because Pietro Vladimir Ilya Ivan Kavinsky didn't lie. "It's...gone." Which was a true statement. "For the time being." A less comforting but still true statement.
Shoulders rolled back and he cracked his neck.
"The ******** are you keeping up in your attic to attract s**t like that?" He asked in a voice that sounded accusatory even though he wasn't intending to be accusatory. "Never seen anything like that thing before." Also true and very concerning but he mostly looked pissed off. "Lock your ******** door when I leave." Maybe that would solve the older man's issues.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2017 4:37 pm
Kavinsky wasn't as assuring as Rob would have liked, nor did the for the time being he added on after his comment give him any relief from his worry. Gone for now? He didn't know? What the hell was he supposed to do with answers like that??
"I... the attic doesn't have anything in it???"
Hazel eyes lifted to the pull down chain that led into the home's older style attic. He knew it existed, but he'd moved with hardly anything to his name, much less any junk that would require actually storing. One of the perks of being cleaned out thanks to the divorce, it seemed. "Do you think something could have wormed its way up there? I haven't heard anything before tonight, I mean..."
Kavinsky's last comment was the cinch that secured the panic in Robert Bank's chest. The thought of being abandoned by the one guy who'd actually listened to his request to show up (because what the hell did one tell the cops??) was almost too much and he clung to the banister railing at the top of the staircase. Meekly, he practically whimpered,"N-No, please. You can't leave."
Appealing to his sensitive, nurturing side was clearly not an option. There was only one thing that K seemed to give two shakes of a lamb's tail about and Rob wasn't above using it to his advantage.
"I don't want to be left alone. I'll... a grand. I'll give you a grand to stay the night. For everything tonight."
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