Week Nine: Saturday
Who: Ardin and Chris When: Afternoon Where: Old Town Towers, Lobby
The one nice thing about being an "independent contractor" was that you could take a day off whenever you wanted. That's what Ardin did yesterday. She used to live on an acreage not too long ago, and the friend she had lived with wasn't having any of the crap Ardin left behind, so it was boxed up and Ardin was told that she better come pick it up or it's going to be sold. For the life of her, Ardin couldn't remember what was in those boxes, it didn't seem like she had forgotten anything. But her ears perked up as soon as he said 'it could be sold'. If anyone was selling her stuff for cash, it would be her. People profiting off of her wasn't how things worked, Ardin liked it a whole lot better when it was the other way around. So, she was stingy with money! Who wouldn't be? It's not like income was guaranteed when you're taking it from other people.
On Friday she left early in the morning, and came back Saturday afternoon with three giant, heavy, boxes of "stuff". They were taped up pretty good too, and after getting them into the car, Ardin didn't have much energy to peak inside. All she was thinking about was how happy she was that the apartment had elevators. There was no way in hell she was carrying these things up a flight of stairs. Getting the boxes to the elevator though...that was a different story.
Parking out front, she wedged the passenger door open and the first box fell with a heavy clunk on the pavement. Letting out an annoyed sigh, she shoved it along the sidewalk and into the lobby so that it sat in front of the elevator. Ardin wasn't too worried about someone stealing it, they'd only make it a few meters before she'd be back.
Outside again, she opened the back door of her car and tried to get a grasp on the second box, but this time she noticed someone leaning against the building. He didn't seem to be doing anything, of course, around here nothing could mean anything. But he didn't smell weird as far as Ardin could tell. Rolling her eyes she peered over her shoulder, "So are you gonna help me, or what?" she said, hoping to snap the man back down to earth.