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Move-in
Jan 8, 2009 23:41:06 GMT -6
Post by Netreemic on Jan 8, 2009 23:41:06 GMT -6
Jareth heaved a sigh and shifted the bag hanging on his shoulder. Three flights of stairs weren’t so bad, just…well…kind of different. With a bag of random inessentials and a suitcase of clothes, toothpaste, and a few cooking utensils, he felt like this move was perhaps a little too sudden and under planned. Shaking his head, repeating his mantra of “starting new means less clutter from the old”, he dug in his jeans for his room keys. Floor three room two. The number seemed vaguely ominous.
Releasing his suitcase, Jareth jiggled the key into place and shouldered the door lightly. The door greeted him with a laborious groan. Thinking on it, Jareth was simply glad it wasn’t the “welcome to cockroach villa” sort of creak, but more of amusing quirk of his new home. A smile ghosted onto his face. Home. That sounded just fine.
Dragging the suitcase into the entrance hallway, Jareth glanced into the closet, checking to see if his roommate (or at least his roommate’s shoes) had already arrived. Though, that certainly couldn’t be an absolute assurance, given Aizik’s aversion to certain articles of clothing. Maybe it extends to shoes. Jareth chuckled as he kicked off his own shoes. Well, the closet lacked another pair of shoes, but sensing a general warmth that could only come from that loony, he called out with a quiet “Hellooooooooooo?”
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Post by Hawk on Jan 9, 2009 0:14:42 GMT -6
If there was anything Aizik loved, it was heat. After dragging the couple boxes of stuff he'd thrown together at the very last minute up the stairs, he'd hoped to find the room nice and toasty.
His first steps into the apartment, however, proved that this wasn't the case. And so, after dragging his boxes into the living room and throwing them onto the couch, his hunt had begun. The goal? The room-temperature thingie. Every place had one, so this new place couldn't be any exception.
Fifteen minutes later, he finally reached success! The screen read 65 degrees, and Aizik wasted no time before jabbing the 'up' button until it read 85 instead. The higher he set it, the faster the temperature would go up, right?
Shivering jerkily, he glanced over at the hallway. Didn't want to pick a room until they could choose together, which meant he would just have to wait it out in the freezing cold.
Luckily, he heard the door creak at that very moment, the sign of someone entering. Smiling brightly already, he peeked around the corner of the hallway. Sure enough, there was Jareth, sending his shoes flying as he called out a greeting.
Before the hello had even finished, Aizik was bolting down the hallway, tackling his new bunk buddy to the ground unceremoniously. "Hiya, roomie! I beat you!"
Shivering again, he leaned closer to the living source of heat. "It's still cold, and the thermowhatsy hasn't fixed it yet." Smiling proudly, he continued, "I'm trying to make it go faster, though!"
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Post by Netreemic on Jan 9, 2009 0:56:12 GMT -6
Jareth’s eye widened in surprise. Really, looking back, being tackled should not be a surprise. It was basically a tradition. Well, tradition didn’t stop the breath from woofing out of him as the ground rushed up to meet him. Taking a wheezy breath Jareth reached up to ruffle Aizik’s hair, lightly blushing at all the contact. “Dunno…seems pretty toasty to me Aiz. Uh…what temp did you set it to?” Brushing his hand through his own hair, Jareth pushed Aizik up and off lightly with his other arm.
Gathering his legs back under himself, Jareth gingerly stood up. “Think I’m going to hafta wear a pillow strapped to me.” He rubbed his lower back, frisking his tail back and forth. “And, you know, wearing more clothing does generally help with the whole…‘I’m cold thing’ hmmm?” Smiling crookedly Jareth peered around his roomie to observe the living room. Raising his eyebrow and snorting out “we seem to have a plastic wrapped couch” he moved around Aizik. Jareth then proceeded to poke the couch and happily wander into the kitchenette on the left. “We’re probably going to need to stock up, eh?” he called out, stuffing his head into the freezer to cool of his residual blush.
Poking his head back around the concealing wall, Jareth smiled apologetically. “Uh…did you pick out a room? Guess I was going slow getting here…don’t want to hold up your move-in.” He absently scratched the back of his fluffy head and shuffled his stocking feet on the new carpet, quickly crackling up a strong static spark.
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Post by Hawk on Jan 9, 2009 1:39:15 GMT -6
Laughing at the comment about wearing a pillow, Aizik reached a hand up to absently readjust his hair. "Thermostat, right. That's the name of it. I set it to, uh, eighty-something?" Curling his legs under him so he could get back up, he continued, "And shirts are just no fun. I'd rather freeeeeeze."
Gagging quietly to back up his statement, he used the knob on the closet to pull himself up, walking down the hall to catch up with Jareth. Hearing his call about stocking up, Aizik yelled back a, "Yes, food, please!" as he walked over to the couch. May as well try to figure out how to get off the crazy plastic wrapping.
Just as he picked up his boxes to get them off the plastic, he was distracted by the head poking out from the kitchenette. Smiling back, he shook the pair back and forth precariously. "Nope, I was gonna wait, but you got here right away anyway." Setting down the boxes, he turned a wagging finger upon his new roommate. "And it's our move-in, not just mine, silly."
Turning to look back at the hallway with the rooms for a minute, he called over his shoulder, "So, how d'ya wanna pick? I mean, I dunno if there's any difference. Maybe one has a window and the other one doesn't or something? Looks like they both do, but I haven't really looked..." Glancing back at the electric poke, he added, "Whadda ya think?"
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Post by Netreemic on Jan 9, 2009 2:20:44 GMT -6
Hmmmming lightly at all of Aizik’s comments, Jareth ducked back into the kitchenette and scraped off some of the ice frosting up in the freezer. Keeping his handful behind his back, Jareth padded down the hall towards the waiting poke. “I really couldn’t care…” Definitely the darker of the two he sighed to himself. He shifted the icy load behind his back, wiggling his fingers absently, considering.
Aizik is tall. Puppy-like, boundless energy may cause one to think otherwise but…dang. Walking down the hall towards the other morph was making that abundantly clear. Previous plans of whapping him with ice was starting to look like a foolhardy plan. Looking around in apparent interest Jareth leaned into the bathroom and dropped his fistload into the sink. Proving the importance of shirts didn’t seem to be very important at the moment. Peering around, Jareth had to whistle. “Mighty fine bathroom we’ve got ourselves here~!” No pile of ten odd toothbrushes, twenty different kinds of shampoo, piles of dirty towels and clothing. Everything sparkling and SHINY! He couldn’t hold down his wide grin and wiggle of victorious happiness.
Walking back out of the bathroom he bumped his shoulder into Aizik and then stuck his finger on his nose. “I vote your prize for getting here first means you get to pick. And pick quick, so we can get some food in this place….and in here.” Jareth pats his stomach as he peers into both rooms.
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Post by Hawk on Jan 9, 2009 2:41:34 GMT -6
Pouting slightly at being singled out, Aizik poked Jareth as he walked over to look at the two rooms. "No fair, nose gaming with only two." He accepted his lot though, as he'd instigated his fair share of the same game in his former group of three.
After poking his head into both rooms, first look had them seeming mostly the same. Bed, a nightstand and lamp, small closet, and a couple other odd furnishings. There was more windows in one than in the other, and after a few moments of thought, he knocked on the doorframe of the one at the end of the hall. "Can I have this one, then? The windows make it colder right now, and I figure you might want more of them anyway, maybe?"
Pausing, he held up the 'wait-a-sec' finger. "I almost forgot, before I decide..." Not one to break with tradition, Aizik went back into the room and bellyflopped onto the bed. Had to test it before you took a room, it was like a rule. Able to settle comfortably, he threw two thumbs-ups into the air, yelling out, "Okay, yeah, all good!"
Finally processing the talk of food, he also saw fit to add as an afterthought, "Unpacking before or after food shopping? And does that mean we hafta go back outside again??" Just the thought of it made him shiver more.
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Post by Netreemic on Jan 9, 2009 3:23:35 GMT -6
Smiling lightly at Aiz’s antics, Jareth chortled in reply “Outside? Pfft…we’ve got a new house. No better time to test out the local delivery systems. We'll do the food shopping later?” Walking into his newly designated room, he pulled the blinds on one of the windows and peered out over the glowing cityscape. It was almost intoxicating, all that bundled electricity. The simmering neon, guardian streetlights, gold pooling from distant windows onto the snow. Sure, maybe multiple windows might be chilly and too bright in the morning, but Jareth had to figure it was worth it. Something different. Nodding firmly, he turned and walked back down the hall.
“Do you need help shifting anything in your room?” he called as he yanked his suitcase onto its wheels and snatched up his bag lost in the earnest greeting. Then he paused and frowned at that blasted saran wrapped couch. Carefully moving Aiz’s boxes to the coffee table he ripped the plastic off with a flourish. “You can thank me later, Senior Couch.” Nodding again he searched the wall for the temperature control. Perhaps by lowering it tiny bit by tiny bit it would go unnoticed until Aizik became familiarized with a more…reasonable temperature. Swiping at his brow and bemoaning his layers, Jareth trundled his awkward load down the hall.
Sparing another amused shake of his head for the chucklehead his was living with, he nudged the bed into a corner and heaved his suitcase up onto it. Unzipping the bag and setting the top layer of clothing aside, Jareth pulled out a few small frames. Placing them lightly on the windowsill, he breathed out a quiet sigh. “Guess you owe me twenty bucks, hmm Vree?”
Turning away he called out “Hey Aiz? You got a preference between Chinese and Italian?”
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Move-in
Jan 9, 2009 21:30:46 GMT -6
Post by Hawk on Jan 9, 2009 21:30:46 GMT -6
Satisfied that he knew which room was actually his own, Aizik lifted himself off the mattress. Hearing some questions yelled his way from the other room, but not quite catching the words, he meandered his way towards the door, fiddling with a mirror on the wall as he went.
Finally entering the hallway, his ears twitched at the sound of a zipper opening in the other bedroom. A peek in the room gave him the impression that Jareth seemed less cheerful than he was, if his sighing was any indication. Blinking in surprise when his roommate turned towards the doorway, he tossed back a casual smile. "Whatever's fine, as long as it's hot."
Continuing on to the living room, he took a hold of his boxes. Looking around, Aizik couldn't help but feel that the place needed a personal touch. Posters or something on the walls, their stuff to be unpacked, whatever. Just something to make it theirs. Nodding to himself at his thoughts and deciding that would be one of the first things he did once the boxes were emptied.
As he walked back past the other's room, his smile turned mischevious. Lifting a hand , he shot a small bit of fire at Jareth's sleeve, just enough to singe it but not harm him. Following up his last comment, he added, "See, hot, like that!" Before he had even finished saying it, he was already hurrying down the hall to his own room and safety. Skidding into it with his boxes in tow, he rammed his back onto the door to push it shut, sliding down to sit in front of it and block entry. "Ha, safety!"
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Move-in
Jan 9, 2009 22:01:25 GMT -6
Post by Netreemic on Jan 9, 2009 22:01:25 GMT -6
Jareth stood stock still in his doorway, lip slowly drawing up into a deranged grin. Ruined. It was officially ruined. One sleeve, eaten by underhanded twits who cannot and never will understand the glory of a GOOD SHIRT. Head snapping in the direction of Aizik’s barricaded door, nasty thoughts began to whirl into existence.
Reaching into his bag Jareth pulled out his random kitchen utensils. Aizik DID say that the house needed some of the homelier aspects. Carrying his load to the kitchenette, Jareth calmly placed some wooden spoons, cutting boards, measuring cups and mixing bowls into the correct spots. Much more homely already~. Then he flipped open his knife box and contemplated the options. Tapping his lip in thought he looked back and forth over his options. Taking the machete and serrated bread knife in either hand, Jareth found the machete had a good weight. Storing the rest of the knives, Jareth took a moment to take off his ruined top layer. He walked back down the hall with the machete twirling in his left hand and the ruined sleeve clasped in his right.
He took a moment to blink at Aizik’s closed door. Raising the shirt into place against the door, Jareth drew back the machete and plunged it through the sleeve, slamming the knife deep into the door. After slapping his hands against each other in a mission well done, he dug his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed up the operator for the Chinese restaurant he’d seen on the way over. Throwing himself across the couch he proceeded to amiably chat with the lady taking his order. “Oh, the honey-seared chicken sounds wonderful~”
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Move-in
Jan 9, 2009 22:58:25 GMT -6
Post by Hawk on Jan 9, 2009 22:58:25 GMT -6
The quiet near his door for a fair while made Aizik quite curious. Apparently he wasn't one to hold a grudge about clothes? Or maybe he was tired or something? It was around that point that he heard footsteps coming down the hall. One ear flat against the door, he heard the steps stop right in front of his door. It twitched at the silence for a couple seconds. And then flattened when a huge THUD sounded against the door.
Waiting until the footsteps moved away again and hearing the beeping of cell phone buttons, he figured he was maybe safe. Opening the door while still sitting, he peeked his head around and outside. Looking up, he spotted the deadly sword thing holding up the shirt, and shrunk back momentarily with his eyes wide. Burning shirts wasn't a good idea, apparently.
Standing up, he caught Jareth's decidedly cheery order from the other room. Since that meant he prolly wasn't actually all that mad, he grinned a little as he reached up to pull the blade out of the door. "Well, now we can't ever leave, or they'll make us pay for this thing."
Picking up the fallen shirt, he dragged it down the hallway with him along with the weapon of choice. Setting the sword on the endtable that first came in reach, he jumped over the back of the couch on the end where Jareth's feet were. "Order me something spicy, pretty please!" Throwing the shirt at the other's face, he added, "And I'll buy you a new one, promise. Burning's kinda a common hazard with me~"
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Move-in
Jan 10, 2009 17:56:22 GMT -6
Post by Netreemic on Jan 10, 2009 17:56:22 GMT -6
Jareth nodded abashedly at Aiz’s request and quickly inquired about the spicier options. Hoping that “firecracker beef on rice noodles” would be acceptable, he assented when she slowly went through the list. Chewing his lip, he gave her the address memorized only recently. Maybe the machete had been going too far. Tugging the shirt from its static cling to his head he glanced sideways at the morph near his feet, brow wrinkling in consternation. It probably shouldn’t have even been in the knife box…but…well, he HAD previously used it on some beef haunches to quell Vree’s never-ending hunger…bah. Maybe he’d recycle it after this day…pawn it off or something.
“Hey Ai-” he cut off in surprise as his cell started crawling around in his hand, vibrating like mad. “Excuse me…” he muttered as ducked his head and flipped it open. “Hey. Fine…just moving in…mhhm…yeah he’s here too.” Tipping his head back up he looked to Aizik “Kincaid says hi. Hopes you are well.” Jareth spared a thin smile at Kincaid’s stiff words. The big guy hated phones. “Oh…yeah, I meant to leave that. Thank Jeeves for asking.” He cackled nastily at that, imagining Kincaid’s disapproving frown at his jibes at Rajiv. “Sorry sorry…yeah, thanks for calling. Take care of yourself. I mean that.” He laughed lightly. “Yeah yeah, say hi to the lot.” Snapping the phone closed he leaned back with a groan.
“Sorry about that. The food should be here soon.” He scratched his ear absently, feeling like a twat for chatting on the phone with Aizik not a foot away. “Hey, how is…uh…Laeli? And that grumpy guy?” He tossed his phone in between his hands, looking over at Aizik through his hair.
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Move-in
Jan 19, 2009 20:35:02 GMT -6
Post by Hawk on Jan 19, 2009 20:35:02 GMT -6
Aizik crossed his legs, nodding and saying a quiet "Same here" in response to the sentiments Jareth sent his way while on the phone. It was nice he had such close friends, already checking in to see how he was. Tilting his head back as Jareth continued to talk, he batted at the chain hanging down from the lamp next to him, musing silently. About the electric pokemorph’s former home, about the new apartment and how to decorate it, about his room. He’d never had an apartment before, and was sure it would be fun, but was curious as to what it would be like nonetheless.
Hearing the succinct click of a phone shutting, Aiz lifted his head back up just in time to catch the other leaning back this time. The see-saw effect amused him, bringing a grin to his face as the questions about his former housemates came up. “Lae’s just peachy, far as I know. Sleeping and talking about Kirin all the time.”
Stretching his arms up, Aizik settled back into a more comfortable position in the corner. Pulling a pillow out from under him, he tossed it at the spiky head facing him, looking amused. “He’s got a name, you know.” Relaxing back again, he continued “Phe’s Phe. Ups and downs. He’s been doing better, I think. He’d prolly be happy to know someone asked, other than just me, I mean. I’m really nosy, so I don’t count.”
Tapping his nose automatically after his last comment, he reached back behind him. Lifting up the door-stabbing blade, he held it out to Jareth, trying not to laugh. “So, no attacking clothing, huh?”
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Move-in
Jan 22, 2009 21:53:05 GMT -6
Post by Netreemic on Jan 22, 2009 21:53:05 GMT -6
Jareth sheepishly plucked the machete out of Aizik’s hand. “Uhh….well, yes. Please don’t do that again. But…ah…sorry” he gestured vaguely with the blade back towards Aizik’s room. “Won’t do that again, either.” His eye twinged slightly. Smooth, real smooth Jareth. His ear twitched towards the door. He leapt off the couch with renewed exuberance. “Sounds like the first meal of our apartment is just outside~” A smile stretched across his face and added some sparkle to his eye. Ducking into the kitchen to deposit the machete, Jareth walked with a bounce in his step as he sped to the door, digging his thin leather wallet out of his back pocket. He snapped open the bolt and pulled the door wide.
The girl stood blinking, hand raised to knock and a large plastic bag grasped in the other. Jareth smiled politely and held out bills helpfully. She raised a lacquered brow and, around her wad of gum, drawled out “Somebody’s impatient huh.” She puffed out a bubble as big as a soft ball. Jareth frowned slightly, thinking perhaps employment qualifications had declined of late without his knowing. The bubble burst and a gout of fire took its place as a suspended fireball. It flicked out of existence quickly as it appeared. His widened eyes quickly darted about her features, taking in the golden scales peaking along her hairline, her vertically slit eyes. She plucked the money from his hands, flicking a slit tongue to swipe her gum off her lips, and quipped, “I’ll keep the change huh.” Depositing the bag in Jareth’s hand she spun and sauntered down the hallway to the stairs.
Jareth quickly shut the door and locked it. Slightly distracted by the appealing smells emanating from the bag he turned back towards Aizik. “Holy buckets of cow crap. I think…..I just over tipped by tenfold.” He held down his slight fear, that girl was something he’d never seen before. She didn’t seem like any of the other dragon-type morphs. She was something else entirely. What kind of neighborhood had they moved into? What else was in the complex? He shook his head to clear it and flopped the food on the low table in front of the couch. Some place new, some place different. Accept it, appreciate it, and move on. “Dinner is served~!” Delving into the bag he pulled out the separate containers of main dishes, some crème puffs, egg rolls, and a variety of dipping sauces. Last out of the bag were two off brand brown colas, one that Jareth snapped open and raised in a toast, smiling wide. “To our new home!”
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Move-in
Jan 30, 2009 20:55:37 GMT -6
Post by Hawk on Jan 30, 2009 20:55:37 GMT -6
Picking up a the other drink, he tapped it against Jareth's enthusiastically, quickly popping it open and taking a drink after as the 'cheers' laws demanded. "It's gonna be the best ever!" Setting his drink down, he took a deep breath, taking in all the wonderful scents. Everything smelled amazing, but that may have been just because he was hungry.
He thought about Jareth's tip comment as he picked up the first box, opening it up to inspect the contents. He'd smelled the fire coming off of whoever'd dropped off the food, and was trying not to laugh at the other's reaction. "But yeah, I think it's kinda a funny neighborhood. When I came to visit the first time, there was a guy with ears just like mine going into one of the other apartments. But, he wasn't all firey like me. It was totally weird." Finding the food that seemed to have the most bite to it, he grabbed one of the complementary sets of cheap chopsticks, stealing a bite and chewing on it appreciatively.
Eating one more bite, he hummed happily. "Is okay if we see that girl again, though? Because this stuff's really good~" Looking over at Jareth, he laughed. "And, you know, I can answer the door next time if you want. I'm pretty sure not much can top a Lugia in the weirdness category~"
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Post by Netreemic on Feb 1, 2009 1:46:47 GMT -6
Jareth sipped at the cola, grateful to be drinking something NOT Dr. Pepper. Snagging a different box, he dug out a chopstick-load of fried rice and happily munched it down. Oh yeah. Food, as Vree would say, is GOD. Putting the box down he nabbed an egg roll in his right as he continued to shovel rice towards his mouth with his left. He fought down a growl, ears lowering, as Aizik kept taking pieces out of one of the other boxes. Normal people share food, J…no need to attack. He had to physically strain to slow down his hurried eating, realizing it wouldn’t be gone in a flash.
His ears perked back up at Aizik’s question. “Yeah…pretty good stuff.” He blandly stared at some of the scattered rice and considered how transparent he was. It’s not like he was a wuss or something. His ears laid back again, “She just startled me….that’s all.” He grouchily went back to chomping on his egg roll and swiped some chicken. His annoyance got the better of him, however, as he tightened the chopsticks too much and the piece popped free. He scrambled after it as it skittered the length of the table, desperate to get it before it added its sauces to the carpet. Slapping his hand down on the table he snagged the escapee inches from the drop off. Cackling victoriously he popped it into his mouth and wiped the sauce smear off the table with a nearby napkin.
“Wonder how you go about meeting apartment neighbors…not like open door night works here” he mumbled around his reacquired mouthful. He clanked his chopsticks at Aizik, “And I can handle some weird crap too, yah know…” He struggled to think of a good comparison and chose to steal some of the beef from in front of the other morph instead. Chewing a couple times, his eyes went wide and he slapped his hands to his mouth. Swallowing out of panic he hunched and whacked his forehead on the table. His hand scrabbled to find his cola, which he quickly chugged, desperate to alleviate the burning. “Hoooooooooooe…” He fanned his open mouth and let out a choked cough. “He-heavy on th-the fire, eh?” He tugged at his shirt collar, flushed in the face (heat and embarrassment combination is a deadly one) and let out a little laugh at himself. “Guess I’ll have to build up a tolerance sooner than later~” and work on eating skills -////-
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