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Post by Pip on Mar 25, 2009 10:58:33 GMT -8
Gordonwood Drive was a simple neighborhood, lasting about 4 blocks in length. The houses were all built in the late 1980's, and no two were identical. In the more suburban area of town, with a local Elementary and Highschool maybe a couple blocks away, a small local mall, and a beautifull greenscape and park, and it made Gordonwood a perfect area for young families.
House number 9831 is two stories tall, with stairs leading to an upper doorway, and a lower door next to the driveway.
A white 1990 toyota drove up to the house, and parked next to the sidewalk. A young man in a white dress shirt, black vest, and dark navy jeans sighed as he got out of the driver's side of his car and grabbed his black messenger bag from the back seat. Phil locked his car and walked down the driveway to the front door and went inside. He flicked on the lights and walked to his room and threw his bag on his bed.
The lower floor had a small kitchen and a couple small bedrooms that Phil and his floormates had rented out. At $2000 a month for rent, Phil was very glad that he wasn't the only person to answer the ad for the floor.
"Mmmm...They aren't back yet. Oh well" He said, as he wandered over to the fridge and pulled out a beer, popping the lid with the bottle opener on his keyring. He took it to his room and set up his laptop on his desk, flicking on the overhead desk light. He pulled his paycheck out of his jacket pocket and cut open the envelope.
"twenty four hundred. Not bad for two weeks worth" He'd recently gotten a pay raise from his job as a code monkey at a bank in the city.
He lay back in his chair, and took a sip from his bottle, giving a long sigh. He really wished something exciting would happen soon. Life with his floormates was slowly getting dull.
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Post by Alex on Mar 27, 2009 21:45:47 GMT -8
Silently the door opened and shut. A book bag was placed just as quietly on a kitchen chair. Feet discarded shoes, and socks crept up the hallway, leaving damp footprints on the wooden floor. One door in the corridor sat ajar. Inside Phil sat in his chair, back facing the door.
“PHIL!” screamed the young man. He wore faded jeans and a generic t-shirt. Neither stocky nor slim he stood about five seven, with a grin on his face. Alex continued to grin as he brushed the tips of his messy hair out of his eyes.
“Phil,” he said more calmly,“the neighbour’s dog is having fun with your car tires again. You might want to fix that.”
He waited a second, possibly for a response, before rolling his eyes and heading back to the kitchen, where he opened his bag and took out a book and a pencil.
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Post by Pip on Mar 27, 2009 22:13:17 GMT -8
Phil placed a hand on his forehead and stroked his temple as he rose from his chair, placed his beer on the desk, and slipped into some simple shoes.
"Stupid damn.....gahhhhh" He let out with a sigh as he walked out the door. A couple minutes and one yelp later, the young man returned back through the door, and, falling back into a lean against the door, gave another depressing sigh.
"Remind me later to have a talk with Mr. Richards next door about that damn mutt of his again. If this happens again I am having that little runt put on a chain."
He walked to his room, picked the beer off his desk, and pulled up a chair at the kitchen table. "So" He started,"How was classes today?"
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Post by Alex on Mar 28, 2009 21:33:26 GMT -8
“I’m gunna kill the dog next door/ ain’t gunna bark anymore/ because it is judgement day/ and that little runt he has to pay”
Alex hummed the last few lines of the chorus before snickering into his hands.
“Just kill it. You can afford it. Class was class. The perpetually high girl who sits in front of me actually got kicked out today, for being stoned enough to start screaming about how beautiful everyone was. Well, high on something, anyway. We‘re workshopping next week, but I‘m already done my piece. Life goes on.”
He paused to absently chew on a fingernail,“How was your day, then?”
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Post by Tinka on Mar 28, 2009 22:09:00 GMT -8
"I told you, Phil- did we even have to ask?" The tall, slim male breezed past the other two into the kitchen, hips swaying in a graceful models stride."Its always about that addict-girl in his writing class who he's got the hots for." Eric gave Alex a showstopping wink before reaching for the hot chocolate powder
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Post by Alex on Mar 29, 2009 8:20:36 GMT -8
Alex shot a paint peeling glare at Eric.
"You try sitting behind someone who's body odor might be getting the people sitting next to her high. You'll come back with some odd stories, too."
Glowering, he opened his book and began to scribble something that would pass for work in it.
"Don't burn you're hot chocolate."
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Post by Pip on Mar 31, 2009 9:13:16 GMT -8
Phil stretched back in his chair."Another long day at the bank. The usual somebody screwing with my precise system, someone doing the wrong coding so I get called in from my own busy work to fix the network for the third time in a day" He gave a long sigh, as he grumbled."The only plus today was finding out I got the raise I asked for on today's paycheck"
He gave a small smrik at the two young men. Watching Alex and Eric bicker was a never ending source of entertainment for him. Its no wonder he loved having them around, life would've been horribly dull. He sipped back the bottom of his bottle, walked over to the counter, and placed the empty bottle in the cardboard case, one short now of a complete set. "Hmmmmm, gonna have to restock on Sleeman's soon" He murmured to himself.
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Post by Alex on Mar 31, 2009 17:06:41 GMT -8
"Yeah?" said Alex, still frowning."I guess it's good to know somebody's getting some money. Those jerks at D&M only tell me they pay me. Little errand boys who only have the title of Editor don't seem to amount to much... S'like they forgot the actually hired me, after the internship. It'd be better if I could find more air time....they pay me okay."
He turned his body in nonverbal discrimination towards Eric, and continued to write in his notebook. Reaching again into his backpack he pulled out a textbook with several ragged sheets of paper sticking out of it, either work or page markers. He opened it to one of the marked pages.
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Post by Tinka on Apr 12, 2009 22:40:00 GMT -8
"There's a case of absinthe in the basement, in the meantime." Eric offered, stirring his hot chocolate. He smiled, but offered no enlightenment on his own day. No one particularly /knew/ what Eric did; it was usually dismissed as "Stuff" or "Things," which could mean anything from modeling to selling crack. Finished stirring, he gracefully stepped around the discrimination. Standing much too close, his brown eyes stared unblinkingly into his roommate's face. Less than a moment passed before Eric dipped a finger into his hot chocolate, and wiped it on Alex's nose.
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Post by Alex on Apr 12, 2009 22:54:55 GMT -8
There was a shriek of protest.
"WHAT THE HELL, ERIC!"
Along with the shriek came a backward motion that propelled the young man almost off his chair. To stop from falling, he grabbed the knees of his friend, which miraculously only sent the hot chocolate slamming neatly on the table, rather than on the floor.
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Post by Pip on May 10, 2009 20:20:27 GMT -8
Phil smirked at the two lads fumbling about at the table. He took a mental camera click and added the image into the back of his head, Alex reaching at Eric's legs. He added it to the rest of his snapshots that he might use to prove the secret love intrest to the boys, but he'd /NEVER/ actually tell them about it to their faces.
Phil grabbed the final beer from the fridge, and tossed the large roll of paper towels at Eric. "Help the kid clean up. You /helped/ make that mess" He flipped them a wave over his shoulder, and meandered over to his room, flopping onto his bed, and pulling out his half read copy of "The Zombie Survival Guide".
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Post by Tinka on May 21, 2009 22:42:51 GMT -8
Eric grinned."Yeah, yeah, I'll get to it." he sighed, taking three times the amount of paper towel needed and rubbing it uselessly against a puddle of hot chocolate on the floor.
"Oh,sweetie.." a voice crooned sympathetically from under Phil's bed. A girl with light ash-brown hair crawled out from the space between the floor and the bed frame, to gaze imploringly at Eric with large watery blue eyes. "You can't go around making messes like that," She lectured adoringly, oblivious of Alex and Phil. It became apparent as soon as she stood up that she fairly short, but this did not stop her petite frame from looking long and lanky. Movement transformed her body into a framework of razor edges; elbows, knees, spine, ribs, hips shoulder blades. "Thanks Lucy," Eric dropped the sopping chocolate-towel mess and stepped forward to embrace her.
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Post by Alex on May 22, 2009 13:30:03 GMT -8
Alex stared at the couple in mute horror.
"Eric" he said after a second,"Stop storing your girlfriend in this house. Hi Lucy."
He turned to look at the girl imploringly.
"Please kill Eric, then teach him how to use a paper towel. Gunna go feed the snake.Stay the hell out of my room."
Picking up his bag and textbooks, Alex stalked into his room, shutting the door much too quietly. The room's inside had been painted a pale green, and the side opposite to the bed smelled vaguely of animal. It housed a large glass tank that stuck shallowly out from the wall and a mouse cage on a ledge above it. A heating pad lay under half of the tank and a thin piece of slate on the glass tank bottom. Two potted plants threatened to outgrow their enclosure, and on a smooth piece of driftwood that ran the length of the tank rested a full grown corn snake.
Alex opened the lid and picked up the bright orange snake; it flicked it's tongue at him as it wound comfortably up his arm, it's red spots stretching as it moved.
"Ed, why are you the most sane person in this house?"
The snake flicked it's tongue at him.
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Post by Pip on May 31, 2009 20:58:53 GMT -8
Phil rolled his eyes and gave a groan, then dropped his face into the palm of his hand. "Eric... Do you have to store her under MY bed?"
He groaned as he threw his book back onto his desk, and laid his head against his pillow, averting his eyes from the embracing couple. "Get a room lovebirds, you do have one"
He got up and closed the door to his room. He walked over to his window and placed his hands against the sides of it, staring out into the yard. He gave a great sigh, and leaned his head against the glass pane.
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Post by Alex on Jun 6, 2009 13:21:46 GMT -8
Alex rummaged again through his bag, this time producing a eight by eleven sheet of cardstock. Using the battered thing as a face-shield, he crossed the hallway and the horrifying scene playing out in the kitchen to Phil's door. He opened it with his partly snake occupied hand. Slipping inside, he let the door hang open a bit; a wall was shelter enough, for now.
The young man whipped his cardstock at his friend.
"You know you'd be in trouble if the glass were to spontaniously shatter. I think I'm going to kill them both with the cheese grater."
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