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Post by PyrasTerran on Apr 28, 2007 19:08:01 GMT -5
"I see.. so when do you plan on leaving?"
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Post by BS Digital Q on Apr 28, 2007 19:10:11 GMT -5
She gave him an incredulous look.
"What do you mean leave? I've barely got enough to scrape by as is, don't have a car, and no rich relatives to speak of."
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Post by PyrasTerran on Apr 28, 2007 19:12:22 GMT -5
The man shrugged slowly.
"Never stopped me from leaving my town."
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Post by BS Digital Q on Apr 28, 2007 19:15:32 GMT -5
"Whatever," Sidney said. They drove into a parking area on one side of the apartment building across from the entrance.
"Well, we're here."
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Post by PyrasTerran on Apr 28, 2007 19:20:26 GMT -5
"Ah, good.." The man got up and headed for the front door of the bus.
"Be seeing you.." He gave a respectful nod of the head before stepping off of the bus.
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Post by BS Digital Q on Apr 28, 2007 19:27:10 GMT -5
"Yeah. Maybe," was all Sidney had to say before he left. She sighed and drove off to the nursing home. Her work was done for today, and she had the usual long walk ahead of herself on the way back to her apartment.
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Post by PyrasTerran on Apr 28, 2007 19:30:34 GMT -5
Meanwhile, the man turned to watch the bus drive by. He couldn't help but smile again, before turning and heading off to the apartment.
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Post by BS Digital Q on Apr 28, 2007 19:45:25 GMT -5
An hour and a half later...
Sidney entered the main lobby of the building, already well worn and familiar for her. She was panting heavily from the long walk, and clutched her coat from the cold air outside. The woman let out a sigh of relief, approaching the elevator, a newly installed unit.
"Second floor please," she said, and the twin doors silently parted. Stepping inside, she had just leaned against side when the doors opened. Second floor, an electronic female voice announced. Sidney walked out and into a narrow, drab hallway painted a pale yellow and white. The lights were dim, making vision difficult, but she found her room regardless. Pulling out a key Sidney unlocked it and stepped inside, flicking a switch on.
Apart from a closet and bathroom, the apartment was otherwise a one room unit, with bedroom, kitchen, and living room sharing almost the same space. Next to the door was a small cabinet with a tiny flatscreen that was older than Sidney herself. She approached the refrigerator, another old model like the television, opened it and pulled out a glass of milk which she drained.
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Post by PyrasTerran on Apr 28, 2007 19:52:46 GMT -5
Sidney could hear a crashing noise from outside.
And outside, the door next to Sidney's room was open, with the same man from before having dropped a large pile of books written in foreign languages out in the hallway.
"Hm.." He kneeled down and started picking them up.
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Post by BS Digital Q on Apr 28, 2007 19:59:12 GMT -5
Sidney jerked her head up. She may have been an uncaring bitch when it came to her neighbors, but even she had to know what the noise was.
Her door opened, and she saw the man she had dropped off earlier, trying to pick up a messy pile of dozens of books. "What in the hell--what're you doing here?"
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Post by PyrasTerran on Apr 28, 2007 20:00:36 GMT -5
The man looked up, with a look of surprise on his face.
"What do you mean..? I live here." He got up with a couple of the books and pointed to the door beside Sidney's.
"And what about you?"
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Post by BS Digital Q on Apr 28, 2007 20:03:09 GMT -5
"Same as you. Except I've been here for three years. You just moved in," Sidney replied, crossing her arms.
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Post by PyrasTerran on Apr 28, 2007 20:07:50 GMT -5
The man smiled curtly.
"That makes sense."
He raised out his gloved hand to her.
"My name is Trent.. neighbor."
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Post by BS Digital Q on Apr 28, 2007 20:09:29 GMT -5
"Sidney," she said, not taking the handshake. "You can call me 'Sid.'"
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Post by PyrasTerran on Apr 28, 2007 20:21:21 GMT -5
"People aren't nice to you often, are they, Sid.." Trent stated as he lowered his hand, and lowered back to the ground to pick up the rest of his books.
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