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Post by ROUX LORE on Apr 9, 2015 1:54:10 GMT
Roux sat at his computer, clicking away at things while looking bored. A yawn came over him and hand crept up under his glasses to wipe away water that had formed at the corners of his eyes. After midnight and he was still working, it wasn't unusual. Once a beat was formed in his head, his brain made it a point to never let his body rest until some kind of frame for a new song was established. He didn't want to lose it, courtesy of the mental blocks that arose from sleeping.
His glasses were lifted to his forehead and he swirled about in his desk chair to a digital piano. Sliding on headphones, he began a recording process and touched keys. For a few minutes, he quietly worked until he heard a ringing. Loud obnoxious ringing. His eyes narrowed. He wondered if it was some kind of feedback, maybe from his phone. He blinked a few times, remembering his phone was over by the door.
He groaned, removing his headphones and the ringing was louder. His eyes widened when he heard footsteps outside of his door. He visibly thought, eyes moving around until realization dawned on him. Fire Alarm. He smacked himself in the forehead.
Of course there was a fire, while he was relaxing... Naked.
He stood up from his chair. This meant - the ringing bell - that he had to leave his apartment. He did so after grabbing a robe and tying it tightly at the waist. He took his phone from the entrance table and walked calmly into the hallway. He didn't smell smoke and he didn't see flames. It was a drill or a fire in an apartment higher up. He sighed his annoyance as other tenants flew by him down the stairs.
Making it out into the cold night air, he looked up the exterior of the building and to his surprise there were flames shooting out of a window at the very top floor.
"It was real?" He asked no one in particular and stared, confusion wrinkling his features. He then remembered everything he treasured in his apartment. "If that shit gets to my apartment, I'll sue every last person." He growled as the fire department pulled their truck up behind him. His robe was blown up and his hand reached around to calm the fabric.
"This is a nightmare." He glared at the raging fire.
HEATH AMBROISÉ they're neighbors, k? k.
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Post by HEATH AMBROISÉ on Apr 9, 2015 2:30:09 GMT
i've got those jet pack blues just like judy, the kind that make june feel like september Heath almost considered taking the chance of burning alive if it meant avoiding the harsh cold that awaited him outside the building. The one time he had actually chosen to go to bed at a reasonable hour this shit happened. It was like the gods above were laughing at him. He silently hoped it was some wiring problem that had caused the fire. So help him if the reason was a grease fire. He would personally beat the idiot tenant himself for not know that you had to simply suffocate the fire by putting a damn cover on it. Shit, he barely cooked and he knew that! Whatever the cause, the alarm was requesting immediate evacuation. At once, the blonde kicked off his covers, pulling on a sweatshirt while quickly shoving his feet into a pair of sneakers before rushing out the door with his keys, his phone, and another jacket. Flimsy cotton would do nothing in the icy tundra that awaited him outside his carefully crafted cocoon of warmth. Hell, he should’ve just walked out with his comforter. Who really cared at this point? The blonde let out a grumble as he rushed down the stairs before joining the crowd of residents to stare up in mild shock at the blazing flames that licked the old building. He looked away as a gust of wind blew by, effectively lifting the bath robe of one unlucky tenant. Heath couldn’t avert his eyes in time catching an unwanted glimpse at- well everything before the green haired nudist managed to regain control over his thin covering. Despite how terrible the whole situation was he let out a laugh before covering his mouth and looking away trying to stifle his giggles. “S-Shit…!” the male managed, trying to control himself. He couldn’t help it! How often did one see a man so perfectly emulate one of the US’s most iconic sex idols? The answer was not enough. He hoped no one had really noticed, now not being the time to be laughing at anything or anyone. At least Roux’s misfortune had given him some amusement for the night. - #354 - - ROUX LORE - - heath the doormat - - hope this was ok! - MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by ROUX LORE on Apr 10, 2015 0:40:08 GMT
Roux heard giggling and turned his vicious glare in the direction of a blonde who seemed to be entirely too happy about the situation. What was the word for someone who starts a fire? He needed to know that before he could accuse the guy of being that kind of person.
His eyes narrowed and he frowned. He didn't know technical terms for things. Being cold, he'd already been driven up the annoyance meter.
"Ya wanna lose some teeth? Keep it up, chuckles!" He threw the threat at the blonde with a pointed finger. He continued to glare as he dropped his arm and soon turned his attention back on the building. Some firefighters were entering through the door while some were on the truck, rigging up hoses and cannons. Roux heard the noises and crossed his arms in displeasure. The water flew out of the cannon just above his head and Roux looked up as blow-back water was directed toward him.
"Great..." He sighed loudly after a thorough spritzing. His head remained tilted upward to the water as he ran his fingers through his now wet hair. He was soaked and cold now. Naked under his robe and definitely even more aggravated than previously. He took a deep breath and exhaled steamy air through his nose. After the shock dissipated, he noticed how cold he actually was. He hugged himself and with chattering teeth looked around at the other inhabitants of the building.
He found himself narrowing in on the guy who had laughed at him previously. He was dressed for the cold. Unlike Roux, who thought it was merely a drill.
"Wanna be a hero or make a hundred bucks?" He asked, sliding over beside him. "Stand in front of the wind for me." He said, quick movements of his hands on his arms, still trying to warm or dry himself. Roux didn't really care which at the point. One or the other had to happen.
HEATH AMBROISÉ
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Post by HEATH AMBROISÉ on Apr 10, 2015 1:17:26 GMT
i've got those jet pack blues just like judy, the kind that make june feel like september "Sorry, didn’t mean to offend you, Marilyn.” He replied tucking his hands into his jacket pocket and going back to watching the fire blaze through their apartment building. Heath popped up the hood of his jacket, wanting to avoid any water as soon as he spotted the jet arching towards the flames. He sighed hoping that at least the whole affair would be over and done with and he could go back to sleeping. Though he would probably end up binge watching something on Netflix instead. Heath briefly considered taking a walk down the street to buy some desserts while he waited. It’d also be a hell of a lot warmer inside an establishment than out in front of his building. His attention was drawn back to an irritated voice that was addressing him once more. He frowned a little bit confused before registering that the stranger was dripping wet. “Why not both Ms. Monroe?” he asked eyeing his new green haired companion warily for a moment before offering his jacket. “Cash only. Dunkin’ Donut gift cards are also acceptable.” He added. Who in their right mind stepped out in this weather in just a bathrobe? It was too cold to try withstanding that with just a robe. The wind made it worse too. Battering his bangs into his eyes and making it impossible to see because of his bitter tears. Sometimes he wondered why he lived in Canada and not fucking Hawaii. “Looks like at this point you might’ve been better off staying in the burning building.” He added offhandedly, glancing away from the stranger and to the apartment complex to see the progress of them returning. He pulled out his phone, snapping a few pictures of the flames to attach to a future email to his professors. Guess who was skipping school for the next week? Well maybe that was a little much. Definitely a few days’ worth though. He glanced at Roux once more before asking, “How close is your place to the top floor?” The top of course being the one apartment that was ablaze and casing this entire mess. He sounded rather calm despite the fact that Heath himself was pretty high up in the building. Luckily his building was rather empty, stocked with only the essentials of a starving college kid. - #387 - - ROUX LORE - - heath the doormat - - aaaaaay - MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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