Morningstar Manor

Session Start (charliefsh77:xD34C0Nx): Sat Jun 13 22:57:25 2009

charliefsh77: **pouncehugsnuggle** are you all right???
xD34C0Nx: Hey Mouse *hugs back* Yeah I'm ok. How's you and Nia?
charliefsh77: she's okay, not sleeping too well. She misses you
charliefsh77: damn, I didn't mean to say that( Read more... )

Movers had already been coming and going, carrying through the heaviest bits of furniture, by the time Riley turned up, a duffle bag bouncing off his hip and a pair of boxes balanced in his arms.

He didn't have a problem carrying them, but as he reached the elevator he realized there was one thing he hadn't planned on. With his hands full...how was he supposed to hit the button to call the elevator?

He considered for a moment, then tried to shift the boxes and the one on top began to tip precariously.

~.~

Across the Lobby, sitting with her back to the new tenant, completely unawares was Jazz. When Jane had turned up her apartment, Jazz had headed downstairs to wait on the delivery of dinner. Hopefully by the time it got here, and Jazz got back upstairs, Jane would be finished working.

Perched on the arm of one of the Lobby's squishy chairs, Jazz continually glanced between the front doors and her fingernails.

She was pleased to find she hadn't yet ruined the manicure she'd gotten yesterday at the Michael's Bros. Spa.

It had seemed easiest to drive the truck down to the garage and carry things straight to the elevator and up to the sixth floor - apartment number 6104 to be specific - to Laura Webster's new apartment. Before the moving load was carried upstairs, however, the blond slim woman herself popped upstairs to check what the place looked like now that it had been painted and otherwise fixed up to meet her wishes. It had been nothing drastic really since Laura liked things simple and stylish. Most of her furniture had arrived already the day before but they were scattered around the flat in the middle of the rooms so she made a mental note about where to shift them and finally find a place for them.

When Laura returned back down to the Garage she met with something she had been hoping for - help with carrying all the rest of her things. At least that's what the two big men with a trusty trolley looked like.

"You gentlemen wouldn't be here to give a lady a hand now would you?" she asked when she approached them.

Dick had spent most of the early morning moving his things into his new apartment. He'd scheduled the furniture delivery for yesterday so that he could move the heavy furniture pieces around the apartment the way he wanted them before he moved all his other crap in. After spending a good part of the day first carting items up in the elevator and then unpacking them and tidying up, he'd decided his nice new refrigerator needed to be filled with more than just last night's take out leftovers. So he'd gone to the spare room and pulled his bike from its nice new sturdy hanging rack and had stuffed his wallet and keys into he button closed cargo pocket on the side of his khaki shorts. A nice bike ride around to the closest grocery store was in order. He wouldn't go too crazy but he would get some necessities today, he'd decided.

Down through the elevator and the lobby, walking the bike, which was well equipped with a folded metal basket on the back that would eventually hold his groceries, Dick had slid his sunglasses on and headed outside before hopping on and heading off. About an hour later he returned, walking the bike back in with him into the lobby, much more carefully this time now that there were a couple of filled reusable grocery bags fastened to the back. He slid his sunglasses up onto the top of his head as he made his way in the direction of the elevators. So far, so good in this new building.

The apartment a chaos and the fridge empty, Laura decided to comb her hair, pull black boots on the grey skinny jeans she had on and a black leather jacket on the white blouse. She had noticed some sort of a coffee shop down stairs by the lobby earlier, so she grabbed her wallet and left in the hopes of a big sandwhich.

She took the elevator down and strutted through the lobby to the Mocha with characteristic determination - even though she was in a new place and barely knew where she was going, she had a sharp look in her blue eyes and a confident posture.

The nightmares were not going away, although Jane felt they were slightly losing their impact. In fact, last night, although she knew she'd woken up from one, she hadn't been screaming at the time. That was progress. Well, she thought so, even if she hadn't been able to get back to sleep until the dawn had started breaking. Now though, she was up and on time, knocking on the door of Mr Avery's apartment, but letting herself in at the same time, because they'd been away all week, and she was tired and just wanted to get on...

She left the trolley outside the kitchen, and got started on that having cleaned all the counters and cabinets before she noticed something, the floors were marked. That was the first thing, the second was that the apartment no longer felt empty. Oh dear. They were back?

She stood up, having just finished the last cabinet, and turned to go into the lounge with the trolley, well, that put out her routine, since neither of them were visible, she could only think they were still in their rooms, which meant she couldn't get at the sheets or clean those rooms. She frowned slightly, and picked up the duster, she could still clean the rest of the apartment. Worrying about it, she moved round the room, but after a little while, she'd forgotten, which was not a good thing, because then she started humming.