The Apartments. A real life RP OPEN (used with permition)
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"Well now you have 12. Dude, why the hell do you have these things? They just seem... unneeded?"
"I have collected them over a long period of time. Every now and then I like to take like 3 or 4 guns to the range at a time. Oh yeah, one time I do something completely illegal but insanely fun. My friend gave me a 50 cal. don't ask why, cause those things are fun! And I shot a bird from an insane distance. By the way, is that there?"
"Yeah, maybe I should take you to the range sometime." He said as he exits the highway. "Well, if you could just finish putting the guns in the safe that would be great! I need to go so I can figure out where the hell I am."
I need to do some math before mom gets home and has a pissing match with herself, lol
"Yeah, have fun wrestling that thing from you dad. Really man, were you in the mafia or something, because I can't think of any other way you could get this shit."
Dante was in his buddies pick up truck. They were just about finished the 2 hour drive to Toronto and got lucky when they hit a recently reopened highway into the city and avoided the two hour drive that a lot of people would have to take across the city right now. They arrived at the apartment parking lot blaring Protest the Hero.
"I can't believe your person possessions could only fill up half my truck bed." Dante's friend Matt said. "Well its pretty easy when you don't ask for much and only take what you know you'll use." Dante replied. His person possessions consisted of his box spring and mattress, a modified dirt bike that was made street legal and capable of carrying two people, a 32inch HDTV, his clothes that fit into a single garbage bag, a waffle iron, a cooler, his Xbox 360 with his vast collection of games. That was it.
Dante got out of the truck and grabbed his clothes bag, the cooler, and waffle iron. Matt just waited in the car for the time being as Dante though better than to leave anything valuable out in the open in this city. A quick run to his apartment, number seven, he would have preferred number sixteen but the apartments didn't vary all that much and that's just his preferred number for things. No one was in the hall and the door opened easily and by easily I mean a fucking *****; but having three different locks was his personal request so bitching was out of the options. Dante dropped the stuff in and ran back out side amazingly quiet. Next was the Xbox and the games which was done in the same manor as the previous load. The TV quickly fallowed.
The dirt bike should have been taken up via the elevator which came up in the middle of the hall. Since the elevator was broken he had to carry it up the stairs. When he reached his floor he could hear the conversation a little bit but that only thing that has heard clearly was "twelve fucking guns," and "Colt Anaconda." Who the fuck owns that many guns in Canada. No wait who owns a fucking revolver in Canada I get hunting rifles and hunting shotguns but a fucking Colt? Dante quickly pushed his bike into the apartment and closed the door now locking it behind him knowing that someone who has twelve guns and lived down the hall was here.
Dante ran down the stairs and signaled Matt to come help. They each took one half of his bed and managed to stuff their halves and themselves into the elevator up the stairwell. This time there was a lot of noise as they moved the bed up the stairs, down the hall, and got it inside the apartment and his bedroom. Just the box spring and mattress. Dante never liked bed frames.
"Thanks for the help man. Remember if you ever tell your parents off and confess to being an atheist you can always live here." Dante said in all honesty.
"I may need to take you put on that but I have to go to training now." Matt replied taking his leave flipping off Dante. This was something normal for a good bye after a long trip.
Dante set up his Xbox and TV. The apartment's modem and route were set up yesterday so Dante could make full use of the internet when he arrived. Any furniture and appliances were arriving tomorrow. His tool chest would arrive at his new job in four days which meant he would have three days to sit on his ass, get drink, get high, and play video games or guitar.
"I can't believe your person possessions could only fill up half my truck bed." Dante's friend Matt said. "Well its pretty easy when you don't ask for much and only take what you know you'll use." Dante replied. His person possessions consisted of his box spring and mattress, a modified dirt bike that was made street legal and capable of carrying two people, a 32inch HDTV, his clothes that fit into a single garbage bag, a waffle iron, a cooler, his Xbox 360 with his vast collection of games. That was it.
Dante got out of the truck and grabbed his clothes bag, the cooler, and waffle iron. Matt just waited in the car for the time being as Dante though better than to leave anything valuable out in the open in this city. A quick run to his apartment, number seven, he would have preferred number sixteen but the apartments didn't vary all that much and that's just his preferred number for things. No one was in the hall and the door opened easily and by easily I mean a fucking *****; but having three different locks was his personal request so bitching was out of the options. Dante dropped the stuff in and ran back out side amazingly quiet. Next was the Xbox and the games which was done in the same manor as the previous load. The TV quickly fallowed.
The dirt bike should have been taken up via the elevator which came up in the middle of the hall. Since the elevator was broken he had to carry it up the stairs. When he reached his floor he could hear the conversation a little bit but that only thing that has heard clearly was "twelve fucking guns," and "Colt Anaconda." Who the fuck owns that many guns in Canada. No wait who owns a fucking revolver in Canada I get hunting rifles and hunting shotguns but a fucking Colt? Dante quickly pushed his bike into the apartment and closed the door now locking it behind him knowing that someone who has twelve guns and lived down the hall was here.
Dante ran down the stairs and signaled Matt to come help. They each took one half of his bed and managed to stuff their halves and themselves into the elevator up the stairwell. This time there was a lot of noise as they moved the bed up the stairs, down the hall, and got it inside the apartment and his bedroom. Just the box spring and mattress. Dante never liked bed frames.
"Thanks for the help man. Remember if you ever tell your parents off and confess to being an atheist you can always live here." Dante said in all honesty.
"I may need to take you put on that but I have to go to training now." Matt replied taking his leave flipping off Dante. This was something normal for a good bye after a long trip.
Dante set up his Xbox and TV. The apartment's modem and route were set up yesterday so Dante could make full use of the internet when he arrived. Any furniture and appliances were arriving tomorrow. His tool chest would arrive at his new job in four days which meant he would have three days to sit on his ass, get drink, get high, and play video games or guitar.
I just assumed we aren't on the first floor. Also Y2K do some research about the legality of fire arms in Canada for realism's sake.
And I'm also sorry about the wall of text. I know CA will be happy because I'm not a one liner writer.
And I'm also sorry about the wall of text. I know CA will be happy because I'm not a one liner writer.
If you want to get technical I'll let the gun thing slide but it would take more than a day to drive from Toronto to Alaska.Y2K Man said:
Also I'll probably start posting some Toronto news as I hear about it in during the morning each day.
Oh, right. The elevator doesn't work.
"Well that's about it. Hell, it's bleak. Not a single piece of furniture. Jesus, maybe he'll steal some from Alaska. This dude is totally in the mob." Clay locked the door and went down to his. "Fucking Tv," he said as he walked through the door. "Why do you have to be broken."
Clay answered his phone. "You've reached the residence of a rather bored individual. How can I help you?"
"Hey, man. Can you go get me some furniture, I came into a lot of money recently and I will transfer a few thousand dollars to your account if you give me your bank info, like the name of your bank and your account number." He said in an 'on edge' attitude.
"Dude, I am not a total idiot. I have severe reason to think your in some kind of gang. Just give me the money when you get back, I'll have some stuff in the apartment."