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basic_powers) wrote2011-07-06 11:23 pm
basic_powers) wrote2011-07-06 11:23 pm
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Seattle Summer Showoff
As they exist from the narrow door of the linen closet for his apartment, Dinah will see two doors down the hallway to her left. One has a biohazard sign hanging from it, and the other is part-way open, enough that one can see the window and bed inside. There's a couple of photos hanging from the wall, one of Beauford and a blonde young woman laughing with the lights of a carnival in the twilight background, and one with Beauford and a reddish-brown haired man in a repurposed tan flightsuit, grinning in front of a college graduation ceremony.
To her right, she'll see that Beauford was infact not exaggerating at all about the shoebox size of his apartment's kitchen, as there is only a tiny island seperating it from the small living room. There's a well-used black futon and coffee table with a little black laptop on top of magazines and comic books. Against the wall there's a shelf with a flatscreen tv, several videogame consoles and a dvd/bluray player. Light filters through the curtain outside and Dinah can likely see the door out of the apartment with three bicycles hanging from hooks beside it on the wall, and pannier bags for the bikes hung with coats and hats from the coat rack.
It doesn't take much guessing to figure out that the blue and gunmetal bike is Beauford's from the homemade welds and adjustments given to it.
"Welcome to my humble bachelor pad...I'd give you the tour but this is pretty much it."
To her right, she'll see that Beauford was infact not exaggerating at all about the shoebox size of his apartment's kitchen, as there is only a tiny island seperating it from the small living room. There's a well-used black futon and coffee table with a little black laptop on top of magazines and comic books. Against the wall there's a shelf with a flatscreen tv, several videogame consoles and a dvd/bluray player. Light filters through the curtain outside and Dinah can likely see the door out of the apartment with three bicycles hanging from hooks beside it on the wall, and pannier bags for the bikes hung with coats and hats from the coat rack.
It doesn't take much guessing to figure out that the blue and gunmetal bike is Beauford's from the homemade welds and adjustments given to it.
"Welcome to my humble bachelor pad...I'd give you the tour but this is pretty much it."
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No offense, but he'd like to keep his relationship drama quiet.
"We transfer at the next stop."
And by now, the sun is starting to sink down into it's lovely colors in the western horizon. Everything outside has a slightly golden cast to it, and it's a pale lavender casting to the lighting as the bus pulls to a stop about a block from where they started earlier today.
The two rude panhandling teens are gone for now, and beauford has to swipe something through the electronic lock to get inside the apartment complex again. There's little noise in the stairway now, aside from muffled television sounds and conversations over dinner. When he's back in his own apartment though, Beauford collapses face-first into the futon couch.
"Mrrf...You want first crack at the bathroom?"
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Dinah has drunk so much water, and she only has a little tiny bladder. So she diappears into the bathroom for a few minutes, before coming out and crashing beside him.
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When Dinah crashes down next to him, he's getting up, because while he is many things, Beauford does not happen to have a magic fairy bladder.
"Help yourself to some of the beer, it's in the fridge."
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If Dinah expected a witty response to the whining... Well, he's got other things.
"Oh...beer service, thanks." He smiles a little again, flopping down onto the futon, and guzzling down a good part of the bottle."Mhhhhmmm.....beer."
"Okay, I vote, next time, we take part of a tourist attraction where there WON'T be Godzilla Seafood taking on the town. Sound good?"
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