Karl Whedon (showandtell) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-08-15 01:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | alyssa higurashi, industrial warfare |
Who: Alyssa & Karl
What: Someone has a broken A/C. Someone has a spare couch. That's what partners are for.
When: Backdated - Monday, August 10th, late afternoon
Where: Karl's bomb shelter apartment in downtown D.C.
Warnings: TBA
Bathroom? Check.
Kitchen? Check.
Living room? Che--
Karl quickly walked over to the television set and unhooked the semi-automatic hanging on the wall. Sure, guns wouldn't probably be a foreign concept to his partner, but to hang them around like trophies? He wasn't so sure that she'd understand that.
In fact, for the last half hour, the god had been walking through his entire apartment, looking for any signs that would suggest that Karl was anything but Karl Whedon, DIA agent. It had really been a long time since someone other than himself had walked through the narrow hallways and touched the concrete floors.
There seemed to be more open spaces than rooms and more barriers constructed from metal than plaster walls. Where he ate and slept, it was also where he worked and fiddled around with weapons from the "olden" days, so metal shavings were a common sight around the place along with the occasional Snapple cap. He was sure that he had collected most of the bolts and screws littered about, however, he had made a mental note to warn her of it.
From an outsider's point of view - the place was really nothing like a normal housing. There would be questions regardless, but to Karl, it was home when he wasn't in a factory or inside of a tank.
But right now, he had a spare couch. As well as running air-conditioning. Which was what mattered the most.
He hoped.