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Alex Grey (lex_isa_wreck) wrote in haunted_roads,
@ 2008-04-05 14:56:00

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alex, nox

Week Five : Monday March 3rd : Evening
Where: The Halls of Old Town Towers
When: Evening
Who: Alex and Nox

Serena was at work, setting up her office or filling out paperwork or something, and then afterwards she was going to go pick up some stuff for the house, so Alex was at home alone, had been all day long, and he was bored out of his mind. He'd slept until noon, unpacked everything that he had brought with him, gotten online for a bit and emailed his friends back home to let them know how he was doing, shaved, showered, gotten dressed in a white wife beater and a pair of worn out jeans, walked the dog a couple of times, gone outside to smoke a couple of times, made some Ramen for lunch, watched a whole lot of daytime television, then proceeded to sit on the sofa and stare out the window as the sun began to set. It was at that point in time when he could take no more.

Sure, the neighbors probably didn't care too much for people wandering about the hallways of the building aimlessly, but that was exactly what he was doing at this point in time. He had first had another cigarette, taken Tony for a short walk, then walked down to the corner market to get a fresh pack of smokes and a 20 ounce Mountain Dew, and now he was just drifting, taking the stairs up and up and up in levels, seeing what the rest of the building looked like.

He didn't know much about building, architecture, whatever, but he knew enough to know that this building was a tiny bit strange. There was something about the way the light filtered in through the windows, something about the smell of the place that made his hair stand up on the back of his neck and make him feel completely uneasy. But it was probably all just in his head. Probably all because he was in a new place for the first time in his life. Probably because whether he would admit it or not, he was a little bit scared about being here, about being on his own, or without his parents anyways, for the first time in his life.

He thought briefly about lighting up a smoke in the hallway but decided against it. This was his sister's home, after all, and he didn't want to get her in bad with the neighbors. Instead he took a healthy swig of his Mountain Dew to sate his nicotine fit for a least a little while longer.

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in_his_shadow
2008-04-05 10:15 pm UTC (link)

Nox had gotten called in over night, and he'd been at the crime scene since three in the morning. So when he returned to the towers with it just as dark outside as it had been when he left, he realized just how tired he was. Still, there was a lot that needed to be accomplished this evening. He had a stack of old cases that he was determined to comb through this evening, and he refused to eat take out. Nope, cooking would help alleviate the stress of a hard day and get his mind off the grim realities of life.

Taking the stairs two at a time to get that little boost of energy he needed, he soon arrived on his floor. It wasn't unusual to see others in the hallways, but typically the people he saw actually lived on his floor. At the moment, an unfamiliar man was chugging from a green bottle.

Nox pulled his keys out of his pocket and readjusted his bag on his shoulder, hoping the noise would casually get the attention of the man ahead of him. He didn't want to startle the guy and make him choke on his beverage. "Evening," Nox said politely as he walked toward his door, giving the man a smile when he was closer.

At first glance, he wasn't sure what to make of the stranger. The man was dressed in old jeans and a plain tank top. He was scruffy... quite different from Nox's clean cut style, which was all the more defined since he was still dressed for work. The relaxed black suit and tie, somewhat wrinkled from a long day, paired with all the obvious signs of his career. The badge on his hip, the holstered gun just under his breast, and the shoes... criminals always talked about how they could spot a cop in an instant by looking at his shoes. Nox had never understood it.

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lex_isa_wreck
2008-04-05 10:29 pm UTC (link)

The sound of keys rattling was enough to get his attention as he took the bottle from his lips and glanced up at the man coming into the hallway. "Sup?" He replied softly, thinking that he should make apologies for being up here on a floor that was not his own. But that could only come out sounding idiotic so it seemed pretty pointless to bother.

Alex was a naturally observant kind of guy. He paid attention to the things around him, the people around him, and it was that natural observance that caused him to notice the little signs that gave the man's profession away. Yeah, you could definitely tell the 5-0 by the shoes that they wore.

"You a cop?" Alex asked, though it came completely out of the blue and after the man was about to walk past and head into his apartment. "Nox?" He asked, knowing that him and his partner both lived in the building though he could definitely see this guy being the type to catch Serena's eye, though not the type to keep it.