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MCA #4, Friday Night
Mar. 14th, 2020 08:28 pmAtton couldn't avoid the apartment forever. He'd stretched his visit to Arrakis for two days, but that had been it. The last escape. Now, back to where it'd started. Ended? Wound up something in the middle.
The place got its death grip around his heart even before he entered the apartment, as he strolled past the door that had once been Sarah's. He stopped for a moment, just staring at it-- and then kept going.
Felt kind of like walking through a haunted house, honestly. Opening up the door? That held a certain amount of dread. He hadn't been back here since he'd-- well, okay, there'd been that time he'd come back to water the plants.
He opened the door.
Well. At least Pauline hadn't died yet.
He let out a soft sigh and locked the door behind him. Glanced down the hallway, to Sparkle's bedroom, and-- did he still have drinks in here? He had drinks in here. He slid into the kitchen and grabbed the whiskey from the shelf.
( Some immeasurable stretch of time later, he was wandering from room to room, bottle in hand. )
[[ establishy. ]]
The place got its death grip around his heart even before he entered the apartment, as he strolled past the door that had once been Sarah's. He stopped for a moment, just staring at it-- and then kept going.
Felt kind of like walking through a haunted house, honestly. Opening up the door? That held a certain amount of dread. He hadn't been back here since he'd-- well, okay, there'd been that time he'd come back to water the plants.
He opened the door.
Well. At least Pauline hadn't died yet.
He let out a soft sigh and locked the door behind him. Glanced down the hallway, to Sparkle's bedroom, and-- did he still have drinks in here? He had drinks in here. He slid into the kitchen and grabbed the whiskey from the shelf.
( Some immeasurable stretch of time later, he was wandering from room to room, bottle in hand. )
[[ establishy. ]]
