Who: Mars, Zap When: Tuesday, August 18th, 2009 (evening) Where: Their (new) apartment What: Moving in to said apartment Status: Complete Rating: PG-13
"That's the last of it." Mars stated as he set the last large box in the living room of his and Zap's new home. He had no desire to unpack any of this shit. On the way, they'd stopped at a few of the still abandoned stores to gather what they could (not that there was much left). After a relatively short discussion (as they had both been on the same page) the two had decided to take leave of Xavier's (living at the mansion, anyway) and strike out on their own. Being the only vampires in a mansion full of regular mutants (and post-vampires) was extremely irksome most of the time. Ronan and Zap were also feeling suffocated by Xavier. Not the man himself, but his ideas and rules. They were still under his payroll so to speak, but now they had the actual freedom to do whatever the hell they wanted when they wanted. There would be no snot-nosed brats running around, either (it also eased the urges to snap their necks when they got snarky). The world was also together enough to make the move safely (not that the two of them couldn't handle whatever came after them). They had wanted to leave the mansion for a while, but it was when they'd visited and helped Zap's family during the restoration when they'd felt the freeing push of independence. So, on their return, all that they owned (and stolen) went into boxes and now there they stood. Alone. Thank god.
Mars glanced around the cluttered room to one of the heavily sealed window (to keep out both light and intruders) then over at Zap, who was bent over and looking through one of the boxes. He side-stepped so he was beside her then reached down to give her a sharp jab in the ribs. "There's somethin' we need t'do before we unpack."