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bakerstreet2023-06-29 12:21 pm
promenades) wrote in bakerstreet2023-06-29 12:21 pm
They were roommates...okay, they weren't actually roommates, but neighbors.
the n e w neighbors meme
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(Jade’s new to the city too, so she’s happy to greet her new neighbor! …And equally eager to help them move so that maybe they can stop being so noisy about it.)
( generally quiet neighbor that comes and goes at strange hours, sometimes disappearing for several days. he greets his other neighbors politely and chats sometimes but mostly keeps to himself. maybe you're not just now moving in, already know all this. dump your dog or cat on him for a weekend. ask if you can have some of that delicious smelling food he made for dinner. probe about the smell of baked goods late at night. or call the cops on him cause he dresses like he's some kind of hitman with gloves and everything and the suspicious hours have you worried for everyone's safety.
🌎 the world is your oyster 🦪 )
🌎 the world is your oyster 🦪 )
[The basics: Mag is a trans-woman with a side-gig as villain, with a blunt and not particularly polite manner of speaking, but friendly enough until she decides that she no longer needs to be. It's probably move-in day and she's doing the majority of it herself because she's kind of a brick shithouse. Can be post-s3 AU or pre-canon.]
[The persistent thumping up and down the stairs outside his shitty apartment drags Shota reluctantly back to wakefulness. It's entirely too soon after he got back from patrol and collapsed into his sleeping bag to be awake again, and he spends a long few minutes with his eyes screwed shut, determinedly trying to fall back asleep. But the noise manages to be both irregular, ongoing and unusual enough that even his near-inhuman ability to fall asleep anywhere can't compete.
Finally, he growls and wriggles his way free of the sleeping bag to shuffle over to the door. Shoving it open, he leans out and glares at the woman he spots tramping up the stairs carrying several moving boxes. It seems the empty apartment across from him isn't going to be so empty any more. Which will be tolerable if-]
Keep it down. I'm trying to sleep.
[Not the best first impression to make on his new neighbour, glaring at her with bloodshot eyes, hair in complete disarray, covered in bruises and scrapes from a recent fight and dressed in nothing but his ragged sleep pants and a stained tank top. But maybe she'll decide it's too much to deal with and move out quickly so he can have some peace again.]
Finally, he growls and wriggles his way free of the sleeping bag to shuffle over to the door. Shoving it open, he leans out and glares at the woman he spots tramping up the stairs carrying several moving boxes. It seems the empty apartment across from him isn't going to be so empty any more. Which will be tolerable if-]
Keep it down. I'm trying to sleep.
[Not the best first impression to make on his new neighbour, glaring at her with bloodshot eyes, hair in complete disarray, covered in bruises and scrapes from a recent fight and dressed in nothing but his ragged sleep pants and a stained tank top. But maybe she'll decide it's too much to deal with and move out quickly so he can have some peace again.]
[ How he got an apartment in the good part of town is anyone’s guess, since he doesn’t do anything but mope. Still, if his “studies” (i.e. brooding) are interrupted, he might end up getting into an argument with whoever started that racket… ]
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!]
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]
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.]
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?"
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?"
[She has to live somewhere, doesn't she? Surprise! She's moving in next door.]
[ Prefer game/jamjar settings (especially hollyheights and the like) unless you want to mash-up similar canons! ]
hollyheights and the like) unless you want to mash-up similar canons! ]Edited 2023-06-30 03:20 (UTC)
Don't look out your window.
[ Because on cue there will be a rather loud and abrupt sound coming from outside. Naturally, Sam is in the middle of it; a modest size van with a ramp coming out the back pulled into the alley behind her place. ]
[ Because on cue there will be a rather loud and abrupt sound coming from outside. Naturally, Sam is in the middle of it; a modest size van with a ramp coming out the back pulled into the alley behind her place. ]
Edited 2023-06-30 03:31 (UTC)
[ ota! some sort of modern au, maybe? she could have moved or have been living in this place for some time now. could even be using a fake name so she's not recognised, or not!! ]
(voicetesting, be gentle.)
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