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Who: Romano, Antonio, Kim
When: Wednesday evening
What: Roma needs a place to stay, and his options are sadly limited
[ooc: @Toni: set this up before it was too late ^^; ]
Shit this sucked. A few hours ago, Romano would have killed to get out of jail-and he was still somewhat relieved- but the situation hadn't improved all that much. With a bulging duffel bag slung over one shoulder and back in agonizing pain, the elder Italian was still determined to believe that it was a week of little sleep and disgusting processed food that had driven him to this conclusion.
It had been about an hour since he'd split from Feliciano [no doubt the other went crawling straight to his Kraut], and in that hour Romano had gone over his options again and again, only to find himself cycling through one depressing reality. There was only one place that would accept him.
"Shit." He didn't even know if Antonio was back from Spain yet-if he was ever coming back. The apartment complex wasn't as expensive as the Charleston, but it would certainly cost him more than the $10.50 in cash he currently had if he had to live alone. Or live with Kim.
Prison hadn't been so merciless (or merciful?) as to wipe his memory of their last encounter, and Romano suddenly found himself questioning which roommate he would rather not have.
Impossibly trying to blink himself awake Romano stumbled up the stairs to the complex, shooting the receptionist a warning glare not to interrupt as he literally swung the duffel bag into the elevator with a loud "thud."
1...2....3...
The thought of an actual bed was overwhelming. And food! Proper food with taste!
And all he had to do was get past devil-woman and retard, into the bedroom and lock the door. He didn't care whose bed it was anymore, just as long as it was better than the last week's excuse for a mattress.
Arriving outside the apartment Romano knocked weakly on the door, dropping his bag and checking to see if it was unlocked. He didn't really feel like seeing anyone at the moment.
When: Wednesday evening
What: Roma needs a place to stay, and his options are sadly limited
[ooc: @Toni: set this up before it was too late ^^; ]
Shit this sucked. A few hours ago, Romano would have killed to get out of jail-and he was still somewhat relieved- but the situation hadn't improved all that much. With a bulging duffel bag slung over one shoulder and back in agonizing pain, the elder Italian was still determined to believe that it was a week of little sleep and disgusting processed food that had driven him to this conclusion.
It had been about an hour since he'd split from Feliciano [no doubt the other went crawling straight to his Kraut], and in that hour Romano had gone over his options again and again, only to find himself cycling through one depressing reality. There was only one place that would accept him.
"Shit." He didn't even know if Antonio was back from Spain yet-if he was ever coming back. The apartment complex wasn't as expensive as the Charleston, but it would certainly cost him more than the $10.50 in cash he currently had if he had to live alone. Or live with Kim.
Prison hadn't been so merciless (or merciful?) as to wipe his memory of their last encounter, and Romano suddenly found himself questioning which roommate he would rather not have.
Impossibly trying to blink himself awake Romano stumbled up the stairs to the complex, shooting the receptionist a warning glare not to interrupt as he literally swung the duffel bag into the elevator with a loud "thud."
1...2....3...
The thought of an actual bed was overwhelming. And food! Proper food with taste!
And all he had to do was get past devil-woman and retard, into the bedroom and lock the door. He didn't care whose bed it was anymore, just as long as it was better than the last week's excuse for a mattress.
Arriving outside the apartment Romano knocked weakly on the door, dropping his bag and checking to see if it was unlocked. He didn't really feel like seeing anyone at the moment.