Post by Ven on Mar 7, 2004 17:12:21 GMT -5
'Yeah, sure...' Avery nodded, not really seeming to have heard anything Ka'ze said. he quickly turned and expertly navigated the streets back to his apartment. Avery silently padded up the three flights of stairs to his apartment room. Number 46. He quickly unlocked the door and slipped into the room. It was a small apartment; a kitchen, bathroom, and small living space that funcitoned as his room, dining area, storage area, and whatever other area he happened to need.
Avery walked quietly through the kitchen and into his room, he stood in the door for a moment before sighing and beginning to rummage through the massive mountains of assorted junk and rubbish he kept. Everything in the world seemed to accumulate in Avery's room; newspaper clippings, CDs, piles of old clothes clothes, hubcaps, various assortments of lighters, an old coil of barbed wire, towers of books, DVDs, VHS tapes, cassett tapes, two TVs (one of which didn't work), his computer, and, presiding over all, his various stashes of weapons. The walls were plastered over with articles from magazines, adds, movie posters, band posters, and random lines from movies scrawled in Avery's sharp, but spidery handwriting.
He shoved aside a cardboard box, having long since forgotten what was in it, and swept aside several of the scraps of paper with song lyrics on them to reveal a pile of black tattered clothing. After several moments of rooting through that, he pulled out a gun, and black bag. Avery sprubng to his fet and crossed the room to the daggers he had hung on his wall, the opnly part of which wasn't taped over or covered in stuff. He pulled two off and found their sheaths moments later. Shoving them in his bag, with various CDs and spare clothes, Avery glanced around the room quickly. He slung his bag over his shoulder and shut the door behind him. He crossed the kitchen and locked the door, before grinning suddenly and sliding down the banister on the first set of stairs with a loud whoop, sure to wake half the building. Avery thundered down the rest of the stairs, as noisily as he possibly could and headed back out into the night. It wasn't long before he found himself back at the bar, awaiting Ka'ze and his car.
Avery walked quietly through the kitchen and into his room, he stood in the door for a moment before sighing and beginning to rummage through the massive mountains of assorted junk and rubbish he kept. Everything in the world seemed to accumulate in Avery's room; newspaper clippings, CDs, piles of old clothes clothes, hubcaps, various assortments of lighters, an old coil of barbed wire, towers of books, DVDs, VHS tapes, cassett tapes, two TVs (one of which didn't work), his computer, and, presiding over all, his various stashes of weapons. The walls were plastered over with articles from magazines, adds, movie posters, band posters, and random lines from movies scrawled in Avery's sharp, but spidery handwriting.
He shoved aside a cardboard box, having long since forgotten what was in it, and swept aside several of the scraps of paper with song lyrics on them to reveal a pile of black tattered clothing. After several moments of rooting through that, he pulled out a gun, and black bag. Avery sprubng to his fet and crossed the room to the daggers he had hung on his wall, the opnly part of which wasn't taped over or covered in stuff. He pulled two off and found their sheaths moments later. Shoving them in his bag, with various CDs and spare clothes, Avery glanced around the room quickly. He slung his bag over his shoulder and shut the door behind him. He crossed the kitchen and locked the door, before grinning suddenly and sliding down the banister on the first set of stairs with a loud whoop, sure to wake half the building. Avery thundered down the rest of the stairs, as noisily as he possibly could and headed back out into the night. It wasn't long before he found himself back at the bar, awaiting Ka'ze and his car.