Marina Savain prefers (redheels) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-06-22 21:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *log, marina savain, russ campbell |
log: marina & russ & nathan dinner
Who: Marina & Russ & Nathan
What: Dinner
Where: Marina's
When: Backdated a couple of days so that nothing dramatic or criminally horrible is going on at this time.
Warnings/Rating: None yet.
Gotham had a lot worse to offer than the disintegrating complex that sat on the city's North side, but it made her old Vegas digs look like a four-star suite by outside comparison alone. The inside was actually better and more spacious than the one-bedroom cramped shack that she'd kept in the real world. It was the industrial side of town where that old Ace chemical building crowned itself way up the block. Everything looked metal and gray, ashes and steel. Marina's building was some old factory barely redeemed by a conversion to apartments. They weren't the fancy kind, but then again, either was this side of town.
The building from the outside looked tired; a lot of bricks and not a lot of windows. The stairwell was quiet, suggesting that it wasn't the kind of place that people returned to unless it was real late and the bars finally closed up shop. Most people's lights seemed to be off, but there was a window with red curtains that stood out like a bright wound on the side of the building that met the sidewalk. Anyone who knew her didn't really have to guess which apartment was hers.
Inside 3A, it was better. No sign of metal or gray here. The furniture was all the same as her old place, the hotel had at least seen fit to give her that. But this spot had more sprawl, Nathan actually had a room instead of a converted closet. There were a lot more plants crammed into corners, and tasseled carpets interrupted wooden floors that were pale and untreated. Colorful plastic beads dripped from the entryway between the kitchen and the living room.
The whole place smelled like perfume and spices and green plants. Oh, and popcorn. The small apartment smelled like the microwave popcorn that Marina and Nathan danced around the kitchen eating handfuls of. The upcoming promise of dinner did not deter either of them from popcorn. But then, naturally, popcorn was the only food appropriate for eating while dancing around the kitchen to gypsy punk music. The front door was unlocked, and the music was playing too loud to let them know if he knocked anyway. Marina was dressed for dinner in simple turquoise, and Nathan wore a small child's pirate Halloween costume, complete with hat and plastic sword. They had both agreed that it went with the music just fine, although since they were eating popcorn and ordering Thai food, there obviously wasn't a set motif in place here.