cassidy moran ; the beast (miroirs) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-08-18 19:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | beast, rorschach |
Who: Cass and Rorschach
What: Dairy motivated home invasion!
Where: The Aubade, 501
When: Tonight, late.
Warnings: TBA?
Cass had only been in his new apartment two days. The place wasn't finished yet, but he'd decided to move out of the hotel he'd been staying in and into his new home sooner rather than later. He'd hired a woman to decorate the place, and she'd done alright so far. He wanted something that felt like home, and price was obviously no object. Some rooms still sat empty. He'd explained away his extensive resources and total lack of furniture or things to move in as a search for a fresh start. She was a decorator for the rich, so she took this assumed eccentricity in stride and begin filling the place with furniture from scratch.
The rooms that were furnished had been done so mostly in dark woods. The art was tasteful, what there was of it, and the shelves in the library were full of books that he'd requested from a seller downtown and had delivered in boxes. The place was half-done, but already halfway on its way to feeling something close to comfortable. He wouldn't kid himself - it would take him a while to get truly settled. He'd lived in one place for over ten years, only leaving it once or twice in that period. Now he found himself thrust back out into the world, forced to talk to all kinds of people to get his affairs in order. He wished that he could say once the apartment was finished that would be the end of things, but that wasn't true. He was still going to need to reach out to the other Creations in the area if he wanted to find Bonnie. He pretended that prospect didn't leave him feeling uneasy. The truth was, as little as he liked to admit it, talking to people and living in a new place, moving from the hotel to the apartment, going out for appointments - all of these things left him feeling tense and uncomfortable in a way he never had been before. He pushed those feelings down, distracting himself with the work of settling in. He had no interest in analyzing what living isolated from humanity for so long might have done to him. It didn't matter.
It was the third night in the new apartment when he finally managed to get to sleep. He'd spent the first few pacing, analyzing what he still had to do to get his new home in order, drinking coffee, and reading the forums for the Creations in the city. It was only the third night that he finally felt settled enough to sleep, and he slept deeply, curled up under dark sheets and a heavy comforter in the cave-like master bedroom, one of the rooms thankfully already finished.
He'd stocked the refrigerator the first day, with groceries ordered from a delivery service, filling it with basics and a few favorite things he was surprised to find exactly the same in this brave new world. The kitchen had silverware and plates, but no decoration and no table to eat at yet. Its windows looked out onto a terrace accessible from a door just a few feet from the refrigerator. Located on the first floor of the apartment, it was separated by an entire floor from the master bedroom. That did not mean, however, that sound would not carry. The apartment was deathly quiet aside from the faint hum of the air conditioning. The door that led into the kitchen from the terrace was unlocked. Why wouldn't it be? Who was going to climb into the kitchen nine floors up?