What's all that bumping and stomping coming from next door?! This is supposed to be a nice high-rise in a good part of town!
-Post with your character. -You're a resident at a nice high-rise apartment in the big city. (You might have lived there a long time or just moved in yourself - up to you. Maybe mention what activity you're in the middle of doing at home when the racket starts up?) -People who reply are noisily moving in to the apartment next door. -Thread out your arguments, offers to help, and new-neighbor meet-and-greets!
[ info + permissions. consider yourself warned. either reply to the starter or hit me with your own. ]
[ Marcel doesn't need that much fucking sleep, does he? That's why, when he does cave in and decide to take a nap, it better be the best fucking nap ever. Not a nap interrupted by repeated, loud banging from next door (someone's moving in, he's had A. run background checks already) waking him up for the third time today and getting the dog all riled up, it won't fucking stop growling at nothing but thin air. Eyes narrowing, since apparently he can't get any fucking shut-eye here, he gets up off the couch and shrugs into a t-shirt on the way over to the front door, throwing it open with a loud bang that makes the dog really lose it behind him, though it stays in its place. Stepping out into the hallway, he watches the fucking train of furniture parading right past his doorsill, scraping over floors, knocking against walls. His face remains impassive, even as he turns towards the new resident in question, not even raising his voice as he says: ]
Don't make me test how fucking loud that chair's - [ He points. ] - gonna be, stuffed down your windpipe.
[ Ignoring the first quib, not about to tell her, fucking shady bitch, that he's been awake exactly eleven minutes point twenty seconds now and that's how long it fucking took him, he just replies, crossing his arms over his chest: ]
It comes when called.
[ Meaning? Yeah, don't give him any fucking reason to call. ]
Holga did try to at least be civil to fellow residents of rock bottom -and anyone choosing to live here definitely qualified- but there were some noises that were unforgivable. Like intermittent, insistent hammering on the shared wall.
So, out into the hall she went, mostly just to check that it wasn't maintenance, knocking on the door frame of the open door of the apartment next door, "Hi, going to be done anytime soon Bob the Builder?"
[ooc: Modern AU framing, but can work with whatever!]
New Orleans was both exactly what Eddie had expected and also so much more. Sure, living in what had once been a tenement house -one of six apartments over what was now a bar and nightclub- wasn't everyone's cup of tea, but Eddie loved it. Not just because the owner cut a portion off his rent when she could schedule him for a night or two at the club, usually when she couldn't book another performer, and that was... well it wasn't the same without the band, and it wasn't the same as the regular gig at the Hideout had been.
But it was a regular -or regular enough- gig and he'd take what he could get.
It had been a performance night the night before, which meant he was just a little hungover and waiting for the coffee to finish percolating when he heard the clatter in the hall, wincing as it made his left temple throb. He debated trying to ignore it, but, well, knowing your neighbors was usually a good thing, so he poured a second mug of coffee before heading to the door, swinging it open and brandishing one of the cups, "G'morning. Coffee break time. Trust me, it'll help."
[ooc: Modern AU, everyone-lived AU, whatever works]
Chrissy had made it out. After everything, she'd actually managed to make it out. Sure, it wasn't the cute little duplex she'd dreamed of, but she still wasn't entirely sure if that had been her actual dream or part of her mother's plan that she hadn't hated too much.
Not that it mattered, because she was out. It had been a couple weeks and she'd learned that apartment neighbors in Chicago weren't at all like the other families in her neighborhood back in Hawkins, but that didn't matter either, because she didn't want to be like those people.
Which was why, after the noise of moving in to the apartment down the hall seemed to have settled for a few minutes, she popped out of her own apartment, brown paper grocery bag in hand to knock on the door.
[ooc: Modern AU, everyone lived AU, she's still a sleeper agent for Vecna and doesn't know it, any of the above! I'll roll with most things.]
Pixel liked the building because it was quiet, or reasonably so, and because everyone in it worked odd jobs and odder hours, so no one was going to notice or mention her own irregular schedule.
More than that, as the building's longest-standing resident, the owner had -with her permission- appointed her de facto building manager, which was fine, it gave her a break on the rent and let her be helpful -like she liked doing- but in a much more physical way than her usual.
Which was why, having been warned that a new resident was coming in, when she heard the noise of boxes being dragged down the hall, she actually checked the time, 10pm, but shrugged it off and went to open her door, mostly to make sure it was, in fact, the new arrival and not one of her current neighbors, "Hey, you need help with that?"
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bakerstreet2023-06-14 04:06 pm
marcel verlinden, original. ota.
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There's a man's name on the lease.]
Have you been thinking about that all day, or did you just come up with it on the spot? And that dog better stay where it is.
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It comes when called.
[ Meaning? Yeah, don't give him any fucking reason to call. ]
no subject
[And she means it.
She eyes the man and his dog again.]
You're the neighbour?
alina starkov . shadow & bone . ota
Claire Bennet ∞ Heroes ∞ OTA
roland crane | ni no kuni 2 | ota
Holga Kilgore | D&D:Honor Among Thieves | OTA
So, out into the hall she went, mostly just to check that it wasn't maintenance, knocking on the door frame of the open door of the apartment next door, "Hi, going to be done anytime soon Bob the Builder?"
[ooc: Modern AU framing, but can work with whatever!]
Eddie + Stranger Things + OTA
But it was a regular -or regular enough- gig and he'd take what he could get.
It had been a performance night the night before, which meant he was just a little hungover and waiting for the coffee to finish percolating when he heard the clatter in the hall, wincing as it made his left temple throb. He debated trying to ignore it, but, well, knowing your neighbors was usually a good thing, so he poured a second mug of coffee before heading to the door, swinging it open and brandishing one of the cups, "G'morning. Coffee break time. Trust me, it'll help."
[ooc: Modern AU, everyone-lived AU, whatever works]
Chrissy Cunningham + Stranger Things + OTA
Not that it mattered, because she was out. It had been a couple weeks and she'd learned that apartment neighbors in Chicago weren't at all like the other families in her neighborhood back in Hawkins, but that didn't matter either, because she didn't want to be like those people.
Which was why, after the noise of moving in to the apartment down the hall seemed to have settled for a few minutes, she popped out of her own apartment, brown paper grocery bag in hand to knock on the door.
[ooc: Modern AU, everyone lived AU, she's still a sleeper agent for Vecna and doesn't know it, any of the above! I'll roll with most things.]
Pixel | Inception OC | OTA
More than that, as the building's longest-standing resident, the owner had -with her permission- appointed her de facto building manager, which was fine, it gave her a break on the rent and let her be helpful -like she liked doing- but in a much more physical way than her usual.
Which was why, having been warned that a new resident was coming in, when she heard the noise of boxes being dragged down the hall, she actually checked the time, 10pm, but shrugged it off and went to open her door, mostly to make sure it was, in fact, the new arrival and not one of her current neighbors, "Hey, you need help with that?"