Struck by static [rp with egomultiplied and kindledunrest ]

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OOC: Bendy time until this is completed is in effect.

Isaac flopped down into a seated position on his bed, fishing under the blanket for a pair of socks that he vaguely remembered kicking off during a nap. After finding them he pulled them on one after the other before lying down and wriggling under the covers, reaching his hand to pull the

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[egomultiplied]

"It'll be fine. Just hold her for a second." Voices outside the door bantered for a few seconds alongside the sound of a brief scuffle as they made the exchange of an object. Somewhere in the midst of the noise a tiny yap signaled the presence of the chihuahua. Silence followed as if they had never been there at all until without warning the door to the apartment gave way under a terrible lurch. It flung open and hung there awkwardly on one of its hinges.

"This is it?" Jamie uttered under his breath as he stepped into the apartment first and scoped the area out. Halfway up the steps in the entryway he could see that canvas was everywhere. Some were used and some bleach white. Cautiously he took a few more steps in, shoulders squared and ready for anything. It looked like the place was lived in. There on another elevated area he could see a bed and what appeared to be a human-shaped lump in it.

"...I think he's...asleep?" Jamie whispered as he glanced back to John unsure of how much further he was willing to go. "It's not even that

[kindledunrest]

John stared at the dog in his hands with a frown, holding it outward between it's front and back legs as it kicked at the air. The chihuahua wouldn't stop yapping, and Jamie's theatrical entry didn't do much to help. As unnecessary as the action was, John grinned, craning his neck even further away from the dog. "You looked good there. Real Bond-esque."

John nudged Jamie with the dog's backside, urging him to go on. "This place looks worse than your room. Are you sure you wanna do this? If he can't see us coming, he must be a pretty bad precog."

[egomultiplied]

"Shut up, you're gonna wake him up," Jamie hissed as if he had forgotten he asked John for advice in the first place. He forced himself to take another step up the stairs to ensure his mission.

Carefully he stepped up on the landing and drew closer to the bed. He only got close enough to see hat there was indeed a head there and its owner was indeed asleep. A grimace crept over his expression for the briefest moment before suddenly he composed himself as serious and moved to the foot of the bed while overlooking the lump of a precog.

"Isaac Mendez. Get up."

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Through his sleep Isaac heard a stirring. Brushing it off as peripheral noise he snorted and wriggled deeper into the covers. It was when he heard his name that his eyes flew open, flinging the blankets away and jumping up out of the bed, still wearing nothing but his socks, but too nervous to care.

"Who are you?" Isaac demanded with a shout. He then thrust his index finger to point at the one holding an ugly chihuahua. "And who is that? What are you doing in my loft?"