[action thread][Movin' on in][open to Hanatarou, Mizuiro, or anyone who feels like sayin hi][open]

[carefree_smile]

It was nearing evening when the bus that ran past 311 Lysgar ground to a noisy halt. Gin stood and pulled his bags from where they'd been stuffed under seats and shoved into overhead storage. So this was it

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[sand_marionette]

It was fucking hot. Yesterday had been enough to teach Kankurou that dealing with the bright sunlight was better than sweltering in his dark bedroom.

Didn't make the sun any less annoying. Therefore he sat, stubbornly in his mostly-black, sun-absorbing regimens on the stoop to three-eleven, squinting and scowling at passers-by. Heavy face paint obscured his visage as per usual, staining the filter of the Lucky Strike cigarette between his lips.

Narrowing his eyes, he observed a pedestrian less likely to do that passing by part...as he seemed to be toting enough to set off that 'newbie' alarm. Kankurou had lived in this decrepit building years long enough to see the tenants wax and wane, so he figured he'd make himself friendly.

"So, what're you in fer?" Casual prisoner's question, no one lived on a street like Lysgar unless they were in a bad situation or needed the obscurity. Finishing the final drag right down to the filter, he flicked the butt across the newcomer's shoes by means of putting it out.

This was Kankurou's friendly.

[carefree_smile]

Gin took a moment to glance at the cigarette butt at his feet, then back at the man sitting on the porch in front of the apartment building, almost like a dog carefully guarding his territory.

His smile widended ever so slightly. And if it was more predatory than friendly, he certainly didn't mind. "Evenin'," he started, unable to keep his slight accent from creeping in. "I'm jus' in for th' usual. Assault, a little theft," his smile showed teeth, "and who could forget the multiple homicide charge?"

Not pausing long enough for the man to make an assumption on whether the statement had been truth or falicy, he continued, "I don't s'pose you could tell me where I pick up my key?"

[sand_marionette]

Yep, another weirdo. Weren't a rare breed around these parts, but something about this man innately rubbed him the wrong way. Creep.

Pot calling the kettle black, really.

He stood and stretched fully, interlacing his fingers to crack them up against the sky. Not a particularly impressive height, but he'd rather be on higher grounds than this guy and he had the advantage of being two steps up.

"Pick up yer key?" A scathing laugh. "Yeah, at the front desk, where you'll find the bellhop and elevator." Hands shifted to enfold over his chest. "You can either try an' hunt down the landlord--g'fuckin'luck--his keeper or hope your roommate's home. That is, if you c'n get in the building, period." Thumb jab at the double sets of front doors. "Inner set's locked, intercom's between." Real helpful. Kankurou could let the poor guy in, but like his sister he wasn't keen to allowing strangers into the building. Wouldn't be the first time someone claiming to be a resident snuck past.

[the_lady_killer]

Mizuiro had just been on his way down to check the mail when he spotted the two men conversing close to the entrance of Lysgar. Even after a couple of months of living in the complex, Mizuiro still wasn't familiar with all of the tenants, and given the appearance the two men before him, that fact wasn't exactly breaking his heart. Trying to avoid being dragged into anything, he slipped quietly by the doorway, nodded silently at the two men, then opened the mailbox for apartment eighteen.