Buffy Summers | Buffy the Vampire Slayer | Openslay_girlMarch 13 2011, 04:50:40 UTC
Buffy groaned and pulled the pillow up over her head, but it still didn't help. Nothing was helping; the noise filtering into her brand new apartment was simply too loud. She wasn't exactly sure what all the hustle and bustle next door was, but she was sure she was going to kill whoever it was before the morning was over. It was six o'clock in the morning, she'd only gotten home from patrol a couple hours ago, and darn it this place was supposed to be a quiet complex! Someone was going down if she couldn't get to slee-
The loudest THUMP of the morning sounded before she could finish the thought. A frustrated growl tore from the blonde's throat and she threw her pillow at the wall. Okay, that was it. Enough was enoughShe didn't even bother getting dressed; the petite slayer wore only a white tank top and her pj pants (covered in tiny cartoon vampires, a present from her dear little sister who'd thought it was hilarious) as she marched to her front door, out of it, and over to the offending neighbor's door. Her hair was a mess, falling
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Feel free to delete if you don't like your new neighboregyptianmageMarch 13 2011, 05:19:12 UTC
Three thousand years of being dead, taken from his own reality and well... Mahaado had also reached his level of frustration. Any time someone who came from some branch of his reality saw him it was the same disappointing, frustrating situation.
And he didn't want to deal with anyone anymore. No more Pharaoh's, no more Set's, no more anyone, if his Pharaoh wanted him to be amongst the living, at least in this odd situations he could learn something. So even if televisions, refrigerators, microwaves, stoves, and all other manners of things didn't exist back when he was alive. He'd learn about them 'now'.
That thump you heard last? That was Mahaado magically sending the fridge into a wall. Because he hates cold and guess what he got a face full of when he tried to investigate that?
So the door cracked open, swinging back to reveal Mahaado sitting in a chair and staring moodily at the kitchen area. White robes and his head dress off, but the rest of his high priest regalia was on.
XD Hee, it's fine!slay_girlMarch 13 2011, 06:59:38 UTC
That- wasn't exactly what she'd been expecting to find behind the door. If she'd been in a better mood (or the tiniest bit less exhausted), she might have stopped to arch an eyebrow at the outfit. As it was, though, she just glared at her new neighbor, her lips twisted into a frown and her gaze narrowed.
"Having trouble with your kitchen? You know, the loud, annoying, can hear it an apartment away, kind of trouble?" She stayed at the door for the moment, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared in.
"Having trouble with everything actually. Nothing like being dragged from your point in time to the modern world. And have absolutely no one to explain how things work. So as no one has bothered to teach me, I might as well teach... My..." Then he stopped staring with rage and turned towards said door to look at the newcomer. "self... oh Sweet Hathor..."
He stayed in that deer caught in headlights look then sighed. "I can let you have my bed so as to not force you back to your room. You can sleep there and I'll restrict the sound of my actions from your presence?"
((OOC: Dear self, you realize you made it sound like Maha was walking around naked right? You did? GOOD. don't do it again. Signed self.))
An OC comin' to the party - hope this is cool.idkmybffpingasMarch 13 2011, 14:17:34 UTC
[One of the nearby apartments has apparently had its door blasted off the hinges - the smoldering pieces of said door are strewn about the hall. Light smoke, gradually dissipating, wafts out from the opening. For what it's worth, though, all the noise from earlier appears to have ceased.
Tygra | ThundercatsunderterraMarch 13 2011, 06:45:17 UTC
[It's early morning. Tygra doesn't much mind the noise - indeed, he's thankful for it. He keeps his hand steady - this measurement needs to be precise. But then a floor-shuddering WABAM causes him to stumble forward, knocking the vials across his desk. The reaction that followed did not suit the world well.
BOOM!
Have a chemistry explosion to war with your decibels, dear neighbor!]
Saul Livingston | OC | Hetero, but open for lulz/CRidkmybffpingasMarch 13 2011, 14:34:07 UTC
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Okay. It's evening, and the end of a hard day at work. Maybe Saul wants to write fanfiction, or listen to music, or even just watch a movie - but he can't do it with all that commotion next door. He's the kinda prissy kid who hates noise and ruckus to begin with - but it's doubly painful and frustrating when chillaxin', and quadruply so when it's sleepy-time. Speaking of sleepy-time, it wouldn't be long now before he had to bunk down for the night. What if that nonsense was still going on in a few hours? He had an early shift tomorrow!
And he'd been kept up all night prior to early shift before. It made for a miserable day. Was not going to have that, thank you very much.
...But he still didn't want to get ugly about it, even as the volume and rump-a-thumpin' actually began to increase next door. Thus was the resolution: he gathered his wits, his breath, his nerves and his manners, and began the shortest of short walks to what he currently viewed as his decidedly thoughtless neighbors. Maybe the fuss had an
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Hey, another OC, totally cool with just CR(/lulz)!derpsiteMarch 15 2011, 19:08:42 UTC
[See, this was why Break wasn't allowed to move anything by himself. Or really do anything by himself, without Strike or at least Anchor or Graveyards along. But no one he knew seemed to be around, and that meant all this moving in? Break had to try that himself.
It was kind of neat, to be honest. And he was still kind of having fun with it, even as he knocked things over and ran into walls and tended to drop everything he was carrying at least once (he was just leaving the dishes where they were for right now). His missing leg didn't really help with that; he was pretty sure his prosthetic was in one of the boxes, which didn't really help him, and he was having to maneuver around with his crutch while still trying to carry everything. His intense amounts of bad luck were helping as little as usual too, though, so he was pretty used to it.
This is the sound of someone tripping over a box and going "ow!" as they come to answer the door, Saul. There's also the rattle of the crutch as they drop it, a short, amused laugh, and a pause.
( ... )
Oh, hello! ^_^ Thanks for replying. And heh, Break looks like he's gonna be fun.idkmybffpingasMarch 15 2011, 19:51:07 UTC
[...Well.
This was a strange-lookin' fella. A good couple-a heads taller too -- at the very least, tall enough that Saul had to crane his neck up a little bit to look the man(?) in the face. The crotch and absent leg weren't long unnoticed, and he could put two and two together where the earlier noise was concerned...
End result: Saul now felt a noticeably smaller man than when he had first come to the door. Bad enough to feel intimidated, but he also felt like an ass to boot. Literally.
Had to dig that fedora, though.]
...That, um. That noise I was hearin'. Awful lot of it... you okay in here?
Sorry for the huge delay; I'm not getting any notifs. D:derpsiteMarch 22 2011, 07:25:15 UTC
[Fortunately, besides the height (and those teeth and claws), Break wasn't all that intimidating a guy. And he at least seemed oblivious to the more irritated reasons his new neighbor may have had in coming to his door.]
I'm fine, thanks! Just dropping things. A lot. [He grins, apparently one for self-depreciating good humor.] I guess I was being pretty loud... Are you one of my neighbors, here?
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The loudest THUMP of the morning sounded before she could finish the thought. A frustrated growl tore from the blonde's throat and she threw her pillow at the wall. Okay, that was it. Enough was enoughShe didn't even bother getting dressed; the petite slayer wore only a white tank top and her pj pants (covered in tiny cartoon vampires, a present from her dear little sister who'd thought it was hilarious) as she marched to her front door, out of it, and over to the offending neighbor's door. Her hair was a mess, falling ( ... )
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And he didn't want to deal with anyone anymore. No more Pharaoh's, no more Set's, no more anyone, if his Pharaoh wanted him to be amongst the living, at least in this odd situations he could learn something. So even if televisions, refrigerators, microwaves, stoves, and all other manners of things didn't exist back when he was alive. He'd learn about them 'now'.
That thump you heard last? That was Mahaado magically sending the fridge into a wall. Because he hates cold and guess what he got a face full of when he tried to investigate that?
So the door cracked open, swinging back to reveal Mahaado sitting in a chair and staring moodily at the kitchen area. White robes and his head dress off, but the rest of his high priest regalia was on.
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"Having trouble with your kitchen? You know, the loud, annoying, can hear it an apartment away, kind of trouble?" She stayed at the door for the moment, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared in.
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He stayed in that deer caught in headlights look then sighed. "I can let you have my bed so as to not force you back to your room. You can sleep there and I'll restrict the sound of my actions from your presence?"
((OOC: Dear self, you realize you made it sound like Maha was walking around naked right? You did? GOOD. don't do it again. Signed self.))
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Is everything okay out here?
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Will Yukina investigate?]
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BOOM!
Have a chemistry explosion to war with your decibels, dear neighbor!]
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Okay. It's evening, and the end of a hard day at work. Maybe Saul wants to write fanfiction, or listen to music, or even just watch a movie - but he can't do it with all that commotion next door. He's the kinda prissy kid who hates noise and ruckus to begin with - but it's doubly painful and frustrating when chillaxin', and quadruply so when it's sleepy-time. Speaking of sleepy-time, it wouldn't be long now before he had to bunk down for the night. What if that nonsense was still going on in a few hours? He had an early shift tomorrow!
And he'd been kept up all night prior to early shift before. It made for a miserable day. Was not going to have that, thank you very much.
...But he still didn't want to get ugly about it, even as the volume and rump-a-thumpin' actually began to increase next door. Thus was the resolution: he gathered his wits, his breath, his nerves and his manners, and began the shortest of short walks to what he currently viewed as his decidedly thoughtless neighbors. Maybe the fuss had an ( ... )
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It was kind of neat, to be honest. And he was still kind of having fun with it, even as he knocked things over and ran into walls and tended to drop everything he was carrying at least once (he was just leaving the dishes where they were for right now). His missing leg didn't really help with that; he was pretty sure his prosthetic was in one of the boxes, which didn't really help him, and he was having to maneuver around with his crutch while still trying to carry everything. His intense amounts of bad luck were helping as little as usual too, though, so he was pretty used to it.
This is the sound of someone tripping over a box and going "ow!" as they come to answer the door, Saul. There's also the rattle of the crutch as they drop it, a short, amused laugh, and a pause. ( ... )
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This was a strange-lookin' fella. A good couple-a heads taller too -- at the very least, tall enough that Saul had to crane his neck up a little bit to look the man(?) in the face. The crotch and absent leg weren't long unnoticed, and he could put two and two together where the earlier noise was concerned...
End result: Saul now felt a noticeably smaller man than when he had first come to the door. Bad enough to feel intimidated, but he also felt like an ass to boot. Literally.
Had to dig that fedora, though.]
...That, um. That noise I was hearin'. Awful lot of it... you okay in here?
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I'm fine, thanks! Just dropping things. A lot. [He grins, apparently one for self-depreciating good humor.] I guess I was being pretty loud... Are you one of my neighbors, here?
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