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capeandcowllogs2009-05-01 09:40 pm
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WHO: Amelia, Lina, Gourry, and Al
WHERE: Somewhere not so far from Chinatown . . .
WHEN: May 1st?
WARNINGS: Bickering and likely Gourry abuse.
SUMMARY: The Slayers have found themselves an apartment after intense, flurried searching. Of course, now they have to move in, and they never do anything by halves. Al is there for damage control.
FORMAT: I don't know, man. ^^;;
The apartment was spacious, clean. Slightly older, it smelled faintly of old wood and new paint, the marks of former paint jobs speckling the floors near the edges. The floors themselves were wood, worn in areas from the constant paths of feet, the wood faintly discolored in areas, particularly near the kitchen where it ran into faintly yellow linoleum. It creaked with satisfying protests -- the squeal of wood against wood. A skylight in the living room area spilled sun onto the floor, and a hallway led to two reasonably-sized bedrooms and a bathroom.
It would be home. Amelia surveyed the apartment with satisfaction, setting down the box and stretching out her shoulders. Yes. This would be good.
Though notably this would probably be the cleanest it would ever be again.
WHERE: Somewhere not so far from Chinatown . . .
WHEN: May 1st?
WARNINGS: Bickering and likely Gourry abuse.
SUMMARY: The Slayers have found themselves an apartment after intense, flurried searching. Of course, now they have to move in, and they never do anything by halves. Al is there for damage control.
FORMAT: I don't know, man. ^^;;
The apartment was spacious, clean. Slightly older, it smelled faintly of old wood and new paint, the marks of former paint jobs speckling the floors near the edges. The floors themselves were wood, worn in areas from the constant paths of feet, the wood faintly discolored in areas, particularly near the kitchen where it ran into faintly yellow linoleum. It creaked with satisfying protests -- the squeal of wood against wood. A skylight in the living room area spilled sun onto the floor, and a hallway led to two reasonably-sized bedrooms and a bathroom.
It would be home. Amelia surveyed the apartment with satisfaction, setting down the box and stretching out her shoulders. Yes. This would be good.
Though notably this would probably be the cleanest it would ever be again.
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"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT--THERE SO IS!" Instead of following through with replying to Gourry, she threw her gadget thingie into his face. Hard. "And order your own! YOU DON'T GIVE ME SUPPORT!"
Don't count on escaping so soon, Al.
"I'll just get pizza for Al and I," Lina said, suddenly cheerily, and she abruptly hooked her arm with Al's with a BIG smile. "Whatddya say, Al?" Insert batting eyelashes here.
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"Okay?" He agreed lamely, unsure of how to handle this. "Er, I mean, we can all get pizza. And maybe you can just divide up the furniture so it isn't all in one style?"
In spite of overwhelming odds, Al clung to hope that he could reason with them.
He was pretty much doomed.
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"And there is not!" She puffed slightly, but still made the ultimate sacrifice. "And if Lina-san *really* wants that style, she can have it for her side of the room."
Yes. Ultimate.