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It's Brittany, Bitch | Ερις (eristic) wrote in paxletalelogs,

Having had an early shift at the mall, Charlie somewhat unluckily found herself at home during the power outage. She'd been slowly making her way through a fresh book of WWI poetry that she'd grabbed on her way out, but that was brought to an effective end when her sole source of light blinked out into nonexistence.

Grumbling under her breath at her unpreparedness (what the hell did she need candles for?), she moved through the darkness as her German Shepard bounded around her feet for a moment in the excitement of a suddenly changed atmosphere.

"Sit! Sit, you little dumbass," she whispered at him, hands held out in front of her as she did her best to keep her heart rate down. Jack came to a halt at her side, sitting obediently, and she wound cautious fingers into his collar. A knock came at the door, and since Charlie didn't know who it could be. Using Jack as a guide, she found her way to the door - the spyhole proved useless for more than a bare outline of a figure, but the visitor was only the concierge. Charlie followed him to the lobby, wondering how many others she'd have to deal with. The first to come to sight was another woman who looked (and smelled)fresh from a bath.

Bringing Jack to standstill closer to the concierge's counter, the dog seemed to be the only source of noise in the quiet lobby as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. Charlie almost found it obnoxious, except that he was keeping her nerves from freaking out.

"The fuck do I pay this place for, considering the price tag, can't even keep the lights going?" Her voice wasn't as quiet as she intended, but her inner volume control had been broken for some time. Almost like forever.