[Open Log] [Is This 311 Lysgar?] [Open to: all]
Hiyori was lounging about on the front steps again, waiting for yet another roommate. After Hirako had spilt without even a boo by way of explanation, she hadn't been exactly in any sort of mood to welcome strangers in with open arms.
But, hey, no reason to refuse to help with the moving in, and etc. Risa still held that against her, and this girl hadn't been exposed to Hiyori's attitude yet. Might as well let the girl think she was nice for a bit. At least until she moved in and got settled and couldn't wriggle away from paying a third of the rent.
The heat was getting ridiculous inside, anyway, nearly like swimming about in a sea of sticky air. Any excuse to escape that was welcomed. Especially after jumping about in front of the TV like she'd done a few hours before, she welcomed wholeheartedly the sweet little breeze that fluttered by, as weak as it was.
She'd said soon. Soon was running out, and Hiyori was getting damn bored
It wasn't that it was difficult to find the apartment complex--it was more that she wasn't making good time, in part due to the cumbersome nature of her possession. Two suitcases and several boxes were quite hard to manage on your own, and as Nemu had no vehicle at the moment. She eventually ended up calling a cab, an extravagance she had wanted to avoid. She told herself it was just once, to get her to the apartment building. Though she supposed that eventually she would have to get a vehicle--it's just one in a long list of things that she needed to look into purchasing for herself.
At the moment, though, it was at the bottom of her list. There were far more necessary requirements that needed to be fulfilled before that would become a worry.
She climbed out of the cab and helped the large cab driver pull her things out of the trunk, paying him without a word and waiting until he drove off before turning to face the apartment complex.
It's not much to look at, but Nemu wasn't really surprised, considering what she had been told she would be paying in rent. She blinked at the dark-haired girl sitting on the front steps, taking a step forward and around her possessions.
"This is 311 Lysgar?"
Hiyori glanced over at the Nemu as soon as the words reached her, and she gave that expected once-over before replying. "Yeah, this is the wonderful place you'll be spendin' your cash on once a month." And by wonderful she meant humid, smelly but far from boring, at least.
Taking in her baggage without commenting, she made her own inconclusive conclusions from the state of the suitcases, and a few other details here or there. Then, tucking those away from later use, she stood and stepped towards the nearest suitcase. She picked it up gingerly, then finding it weighed less than she'd thought, strode confidently towards the front door.
"I'm Hiyori Sarugaki, the one who talked with you on the phone. We're all the way up in twenty, but if Risa managed to get her boxes full of po-magazines up there, we can get this shit there, too."
Mostly unfazed by Hiyori's actions, for she was hardly one to beat around the bush with pleasantries herself, Nemu picked up her second suitcase, a large duffle that swung low against her hips as she slipped it across her torso. Bending she stacked one of the lighter boxes on top of another. She cradleed these in one arm, grabbing the final crate of books and tucking it against her hip and moving to follow Hiyori toward the building.
"Thank you." It was a general statement, encompassing both the girl's willingness to let a stranger move into her apartment as well as her help in getting Nemu's things up to her room. "Sorry it took me so long to get here." Polite; she was always polite.
"Yeah, yeah," Hiyori said, and waved away the thank you with a sharp flick of her wrist. "I grew up with a woman that was convinced soon meant five hours, so this is nothin'." With that same hand she grasped the metal handle running across the door and pulled. One quick tug did it, and the door opened enough for her stick her foot out and hold it for the two of them to get through.
"Let's leave the shit here, though. Don't wanna leave your things out there where someone can take 'em. At least in here, there's less a chance of that happenin'." As she spoke, she plopped the suitcase down onto the dirty floor of the hallway. If Nemu minded, she'd have to just get used to it. Almost everything was covered with at least one layer of dirt, if not with something else besides.
Nemu nods and sets down the crate and then the boxes. The condition of the floor is noted but not really any less than she expected. She hadn't learned a lot from her brief phone conversation with Hiyori, but she had been able to draw a few conclusions about the building from the price of rent alone. Even split three ways, the amount she would be paying hinted that the building was in sad need of repair.
Which might be underestimating things, really. She kept her expression neutral as she looked at the shorter girl, duffle still slung across her body.
"How many floors?"
"Four," she threw back over her shoulder as she marched right back out (happily, because even in the hallway she could feel hints of that oppressive heat upstairs) to grab some more of Nemu's boxes.
"How 'bout you start headin' upstairs with some of that shit an' I work on bringin' the rest inside 'fore I help you out, yeah?" Eyeing the woman carefully, she wondered if there was enough strength in her seemingly frail form for that kind of work. Well, she'd find out, wouldn't she?
"Do I need a key?" She turned to follow Hiyori with her eyes, reaching out to pick up the suitcase the other girl had carried into the building. "Or will these be safe sitting in the hall outside the apartment door?" Not that she had much worth stealing--her most valuable possession was her laptop and that was several years old, really only good for the most basic of functions, which was all she needed it for. That was tucked into her duffle at her side, which she'd planned on keeping on her person. Everything else was clothing and a few personal effects--books, mostly, some kitchen supplies, and other odds and ends.
Oh, yeah. Wouldn't wanna make the same mistake she'd made with Risa, and have this chick all pouting and annoying, too. She groped around in her pockets before her fingers dug up a small hoop, and out came those jangling keys. She tossed them at Nemu, "There you are. It's the one in the middle, mind," and turned towards the door again.
She did appreciate that this girl wasn't a whiner. Despite her feminine appearance, the task of dragging her things up four floors didn't seem to bother her too much outwardly, and that's what Hiyori really cared about. And she hadn't asked for the key in an irritatingly high voice, either, as if Hiyori owed her something just because of that whole roommate garbage. Hmm, this girl hadn't been a bad choice after all.
"Thank you." She said again as she caught the keys, spinning them in her hand until she hooked them onto a finger, securing them in her possession. With the same hand she maneuvered to grasp the crate of books, managing to snag it against her hip once more without digging the metal of the keys into her palm.
She managed the four flights of stairs fairly easy, being in good physical condition--though not her best, not after those months in the hospital--though her calves were burning a bit when she reached the landing. This floor was just as dirty as the ground level, and the paint was peeling off the doors and walls. Up here the heat was more oppressive than below, an expected condition since heat rises. Already she could feel beads of sweat forming on her neck.
Locating the door marked "20" Nemu had to set down the crate and fiddle with the keys before fitting the correct one into the lock and managing to get it open. Not wanting to block the entrance she instead stepped further into the apartment, turning to retrieve her crate and set them further into the room, out of what looked to be the normal path of traffic.
She set down the suitcase and crate and, after an inner debate, her duffle as well before turning and locking up behind before descending back to the ground floor.
But, hey, no reason to refuse to help with the moving in, and etc. Risa still held that against her, and this girl hadn't been exposed to Hiyori's attitude yet. Might as well let the girl think she was nice for a bit. At least until she moved in and got settled and couldn't wriggle away from paying a third of the rent.
The heat was getting ridiculous inside, anyway, nearly like swimming about in a sea of sticky air. Any excuse to escape that was welcomed. Especially after jumping about in front of the TV like she'd done a few hours before, she welcomed wholeheartedly the sweet little breeze that fluttered by, as weak as it was.
She'd said soon. Soon was running out, and Hiyori was getting damn bored
It wasn't that it was difficult to find the apartment complex--it was more that she wasn't making good time, in part due to the cumbersome nature of her possession. Two suitcases and several boxes were quite hard to manage on your own, and as Nemu had no vehicle at the moment. She eventually ended up calling a cab, an extravagance she had wanted to avoid. She told herself it was just once, to get her to the apartment building. Though she supposed that eventually she would have to get a vehicle--it's just one in a long list of things that she needed to look into purchasing for herself.
At the moment, though, it was at the bottom of her list. There were far more necessary requirements that needed to be fulfilled before that would become a worry.
She climbed out of the cab and helped the large cab driver pull her things out of the trunk, paying him without a word and waiting until he drove off before turning to face the apartment complex.
It's not much to look at, but Nemu wasn't really surprised, considering what she had been told she would be paying in rent. She blinked at the dark-haired girl sitting on the front steps, taking a step forward and around her possessions.
"This is 311 Lysgar?"
Hiyori glanced over at the Nemu as soon as the words reached her, and she gave that expected once-over before replying. "Yeah, this is the wonderful place you'll be spendin' your cash on once a month." And by wonderful she meant humid, smelly but far from boring, at least.
Taking in her baggage without commenting, she made her own inconclusive conclusions from the state of the suitcases, and a few other details here or there. Then, tucking those away from later use, she stood and stepped towards the nearest suitcase. She picked it up gingerly, then finding it weighed less than she'd thought, strode confidently towards the front door.
"I'm Hiyori Sarugaki, the one who talked with you on the phone. We're all the way up in twenty, but if Risa managed to get her boxes full of po-magazines up there, we can get this shit there, too."
Mostly unfazed by Hiyori's actions, for she was hardly one to beat around the bush with pleasantries herself, Nemu picked up her second suitcase, a large duffle that swung low against her hips as she slipped it across her torso. Bending she stacked one of the lighter boxes on top of another. She cradleed these in one arm, grabbing the final crate of books and tucking it against her hip and moving to follow Hiyori toward the building.
"Thank you." It was a general statement, encompassing both the girl's willingness to let a stranger move into her apartment as well as her help in getting Nemu's things up to her room. "Sorry it took me so long to get here." Polite; she was always polite.
"Yeah, yeah," Hiyori said, and waved away the thank you with a sharp flick of her wrist. "I grew up with a woman that was convinced soon meant five hours, so this is nothin'." With that same hand she grasped the metal handle running across the door and pulled. One quick tug did it, and the door opened enough for her stick her foot out and hold it for the two of them to get through.
"Let's leave the shit here, though. Don't wanna leave your things out there where someone can take 'em. At least in here, there's less a chance of that happenin'." As she spoke, she plopped the suitcase down onto the dirty floor of the hallway. If Nemu minded, she'd have to just get used to it. Almost everything was covered with at least one layer of dirt, if not with something else besides.
Nemu nods and sets down the crate and then the boxes. The condition of the floor is noted but not really any less than she expected. She hadn't learned a lot from her brief phone conversation with Hiyori, but she had been able to draw a few conclusions about the building from the price of rent alone. Even split three ways, the amount she would be paying hinted that the building was in sad need of repair.
Which might be underestimating things, really. She kept her expression neutral as she looked at the shorter girl, duffle still slung across her body.
"How many floors?"
"Four," she threw back over her shoulder as she marched right back out (happily, because even in the hallway she could feel hints of that oppressive heat upstairs) to grab some more of Nemu's boxes.
"How 'bout you start headin' upstairs with some of that shit an' I work on bringin' the rest inside 'fore I help you out, yeah?" Eyeing the woman carefully, she wondered if there was enough strength in her seemingly frail form for that kind of work. Well, she'd find out, wouldn't she?
"Do I need a key?" She turned to follow Hiyori with her eyes, reaching out to pick up the suitcase the other girl had carried into the building. "Or will these be safe sitting in the hall outside the apartment door?" Not that she had much worth stealing--her most valuable possession was her laptop and that was several years old, really only good for the most basic of functions, which was all she needed it for. That was tucked into her duffle at her side, which she'd planned on keeping on her person. Everything else was clothing and a few personal effects--books, mostly, some kitchen supplies, and other odds and ends.
Oh, yeah. Wouldn't wanna make the same mistake she'd made with Risa, and have this chick all pouting and annoying, too. She groped around in her pockets before her fingers dug up a small hoop, and out came those jangling keys. She tossed them at Nemu, "There you are. It's the one in the middle, mind," and turned towards the door again.
She did appreciate that this girl wasn't a whiner. Despite her feminine appearance, the task of dragging her things up four floors didn't seem to bother her too much outwardly, and that's what Hiyori really cared about. And she hadn't asked for the key in an irritatingly high voice, either, as if Hiyori owed her something just because of that whole roommate garbage. Hmm, this girl hadn't been a bad choice after all.
"Thank you." She said again as she caught the keys, spinning them in her hand until she hooked them onto a finger, securing them in her possession. With the same hand she maneuvered to grasp the crate of books, managing to snag it against her hip once more without digging the metal of the keys into her palm.
She managed the four flights of stairs fairly easy, being in good physical condition--though not her best, not after those months in the hospital--though her calves were burning a bit when she reached the landing. This floor was just as dirty as the ground level, and the paint was peeling off the doors and walls. Up here the heat was more oppressive than below, an expected condition since heat rises. Already she could feel beads of sweat forming on her neck.
Locating the door marked "20" Nemu had to set down the crate and fiddle with the keys before fitting the correct one into the lock and managing to get it open. Not wanting to block the entrance she instead stepped further into the apartment, turning to retrieve her crate and set them further into the room, out of what looked to be the normal path of traffic.
She set down the suitcase and crate and, after an inner debate, her duffle as well before turning and locking up behind before descending back to the ground floor.