Spencer Fitzcharles :: Richard Gansey III (safeaslife) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2018-10-16 00:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | aidan murphy, seth kane, spencer fitzcharles |
Who: Fitz, open to Aidan Murphy and Seth Kane
What: Moving in day
Where: The old Jackson Super Market on Main Street Jackson, SC
When: Saturday 13th October
The brass key felt both small in his hand and then bigger than he could possibly hold. It felt like beginnings. Such a simple thing that held the start of a new chapter of his life. He patted the Pig that had shuddered to a stop outside the dilapidated awning of the old ‘Super Market’, he’d worry about whether that shudder was a problem later on, probably about the time he called Seth and Aidan over to see his new digs. He hadn’t exactly mentioned that he was going to be moving into town, but had simply taken it as a given now that he had found them both living here. The drive down from Arlington had been easy-going but now his eyes were tired, he rubbed at them, distracted. He probably should have organized a longer period of downtime. Finally, he parted from his beloved car and reverently put the key into the door of his newly purchased building. It turned and then caught. He jiggled it slightly and managed to turn it the whole way. Fitz slowly let out his breath as he turned the handle, walking forward as he pushed.
He walked into the door.
With a frustrated sound, Fitz leaned his shoulder against the door and pushed. It creaked slightly but stuck fast. He sent a glance back around him, just to see if anyone else was watching, then threw himself back against it. This time it flung open and he stumbled through into the cool, dark interior. It wasn’t quite the entrance he’d imagined making but he was here now. He breathed in deeply of the stale air and immediately decided to start figuring out how to open the windows.
By the time the Georgetown removal van turned up, he’d managed to open up two shutters and windows, had several flickering lights turned on and had thrown open as many internal doors as he could find. He had also removed the contact lenses that were scratching his eyes and had his thick-rimmed glasses on. Fitz greeted the newcomers and began directing them, organizing where boxes and furniture should go. For a moment, he thought about getting his phone out to text Aidan and Seth, but the thought fled as he ran back inside to make sure a box containing some of his more fragile possessions ceased to be handled so roughly. Maybe later then.