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Black_Out
Semi-Pro Stalker
- Joined
- Jul 9, 2018
Living directly above a pizza parlor in a tight little studio apartment had it's up and downs. There was the constant smell of fresh, warm, and wonderful pizza that permeated up into his apartment when the shop below was open. Some people might think of it as heaven to have a slice of pepperoni almost literally at their fingertips whenever they desired. And Andrew did for awhile. He never really ever thought he would get tired of pizza. Didn't think it was humanely possible too. But after a few weeks of living here Andrew started to grow tired of it. Even the subs and home made pasta dishes cooked up below somehow reminded him of pizza.
But he was far to worn out to care tonight. Bacon, mushroom, and onion, that's the pizza the shop had left over sitting warm under the lamps. Apparently a miscommunication over the phone and by the time the mistake was realized it was far to late. Andrew got if for free with the purchase of his forty. Now it sat mostly gone in the greasy depths of the white cardboard box upon a black table set before the sofa. A couple slices remained in the event that Vallie would find herself hungry when she finally awakened.
Basic cable had left him with little choice so Andrew settled on advertisement about thinning hair. But it was just background noise. His thoughts were far to preoccupied with everything that had transpired over the course of just a handful of hours tonight to pay any attention to the testimonials being given by so many men with full sets of lush hair. Instead his hand shifted around the dark brown bottle of 40 ounces of booze that he had settled in his lap as he stared with an inquisitive lofted brow towards the hammer at Vallie's side. A freshly lit cigarette filled the room with its mentholated tobacco aroma as it dangled from his weary lips as he wondered what if anything that hammer was thinking.
It was the damndest thing when he went to pick it up after he had Vallie's passed out body slumped over his shoulder. It simply wouldn't let him. It wasn't easy, but he had always managed to be able to lift it before. Instead it was anchored to the very spot it laid despite his best efforts to pry it up off the ground. That had left disgusting old man Murphy laughing and laughing between taunts. A quick stare of his rising ill-temper at least muted the perverted beggars verbal jabs and snickering. An idea dawned on Andrew down there in the alley and he couldn't get the possible meaning of it out of his mind. He had never really considered Vallie as worthy of that mystical object. Then again he never really had seen it wielded so proficiently by Vallie before to even think much of the hammer itself. Sure, it made her strong and durable, it could hurl bolts of wrathful lightning straight from the heavens, but the blonde haired girl that walked into the academy with it so long ago never really seemed to grasp its potential. It was like she was at odds with the hammer, or maybe the hammer was at odds with her. Either way a divorce was clearly on the horizon. How that had all changed in the course of a single night in Empire. It was a wordless recommittal of their vows to one another when Andrew decided to settle Vallie's limp hand around the shaft of the hammer and used his own hand to curl her fingers around it. It lifted up off the ground like it was made out of cotton instead of unyielding magical metal.
He looked over to where Vallie laid on his if you move it you can have it sofa. It had taken some serious effort by the hero to get rid of the foul flea ridden stench that seemed absorbed into the very core of the sofa's fibers and cushions. But after scrubbing away with buckets of hot soapy water and a vinegar mixture the scent was subdued. Still he kept it's cushions covered with hand me down worn out knit blankets that were far more presentable after a good run through the laundry. A particularly heavy baby blue knit blanket was draped over Vallie's mostly nude body. Though she did have the luxury of being clothed in one of his overly large t-shirts. It fit her almost like a gown.
Most nights that sofa was his bed and it sure showed with how Vallie's bundled up body sunk into the concave impression his mass had molded into the cushions of the sofa. But not tonight. Tonight Andrew claimed one of the few pieces of furniture he had actually purchased. A cool twenty bucks well spent he thought. While not the most comfortable place to sleep for a prolonged time the brown cloth covered lazy-boy had been his throne. From it he was able to observe the vast expanse of his realm.
And what a realm it was.
It was dusty, dingy, dirty, and a few other words that started with the letter d could describe it's dismal state. A few stray cobwebs hung from the plastered ceiling that was decorated with spots of creamy yellow discoloring where a handful of slow leaks eroded their way through the plaster. He had placed the beat down plastic bucket he had used to clean the sofa beneath the worst of the invasions. Then there was his coffee table, which doubled as a dining room table, and tripled as an office desk for the few bits of employment adds he had scavenged up. Two of the legs of the black wooden table were gnawed away at by the teeth of some dog. But despite it's appearance, it was at least level. There was a handful of plastic ashtrays set about the room that he had pilfered from different pubs. Currently he was flicking the ashes of a cigarette into the dull olive green gem of an ashtray he had taken from O'Sheary's while he was waiting for Vallie to show up.
Now he was waiting for her to wake up. Idly staring at the cracked screen of his television set. Another hand me down acquired from the boys in the pizza shop downstairs after it was a casualty of the owners favorite soccer team floundering a lead late in a game against their biggest rivals. By the time Andrews drooping eyes had drifted back to the television monitor the programming had shifted to some exclusive offer to spend a ton of money and put yourself in rehab at some exuberant tropical resort styled setting. Tired eyes fought to stay open as he took one last swig from his big bottle of cheap but refreshingly cold beer and set the mostly empty contents down on the floor beside him. Exhaustion won out soon after and Andrew drifted off to sleep. Andrew dreamt of that resort, but it wasn't exactly the same in the depths of his minds fantasy. It was a vacation away from here, and Vallie was there with him.
But he was far to worn out to care tonight. Bacon, mushroom, and onion, that's the pizza the shop had left over sitting warm under the lamps. Apparently a miscommunication over the phone and by the time the mistake was realized it was far to late. Andrew got if for free with the purchase of his forty. Now it sat mostly gone in the greasy depths of the white cardboard box upon a black table set before the sofa. A couple slices remained in the event that Vallie would find herself hungry when she finally awakened.
Basic cable had left him with little choice so Andrew settled on advertisement about thinning hair. But it was just background noise. His thoughts were far to preoccupied with everything that had transpired over the course of just a handful of hours tonight to pay any attention to the testimonials being given by so many men with full sets of lush hair. Instead his hand shifted around the dark brown bottle of 40 ounces of booze that he had settled in his lap as he stared with an inquisitive lofted brow towards the hammer at Vallie's side. A freshly lit cigarette filled the room with its mentholated tobacco aroma as it dangled from his weary lips as he wondered what if anything that hammer was thinking.
It was the damndest thing when he went to pick it up after he had Vallie's passed out body slumped over his shoulder. It simply wouldn't let him. It wasn't easy, but he had always managed to be able to lift it before. Instead it was anchored to the very spot it laid despite his best efforts to pry it up off the ground. That had left disgusting old man Murphy laughing and laughing between taunts. A quick stare of his rising ill-temper at least muted the perverted beggars verbal jabs and snickering. An idea dawned on Andrew down there in the alley and he couldn't get the possible meaning of it out of his mind. He had never really considered Vallie as worthy of that mystical object. Then again he never really had seen it wielded so proficiently by Vallie before to even think much of the hammer itself. Sure, it made her strong and durable, it could hurl bolts of wrathful lightning straight from the heavens, but the blonde haired girl that walked into the academy with it so long ago never really seemed to grasp its potential. It was like she was at odds with the hammer, or maybe the hammer was at odds with her. Either way a divorce was clearly on the horizon. How that had all changed in the course of a single night in Empire. It was a wordless recommittal of their vows to one another when Andrew decided to settle Vallie's limp hand around the shaft of the hammer and used his own hand to curl her fingers around it. It lifted up off the ground like it was made out of cotton instead of unyielding magical metal.
He looked over to where Vallie laid on his if you move it you can have it sofa. It had taken some serious effort by the hero to get rid of the foul flea ridden stench that seemed absorbed into the very core of the sofa's fibers and cushions. But after scrubbing away with buckets of hot soapy water and a vinegar mixture the scent was subdued. Still he kept it's cushions covered with hand me down worn out knit blankets that were far more presentable after a good run through the laundry. A particularly heavy baby blue knit blanket was draped over Vallie's mostly nude body. Though she did have the luxury of being clothed in one of his overly large t-shirts. It fit her almost like a gown.
Most nights that sofa was his bed and it sure showed with how Vallie's bundled up body sunk into the concave impression his mass had molded into the cushions of the sofa. But not tonight. Tonight Andrew claimed one of the few pieces of furniture he had actually purchased. A cool twenty bucks well spent he thought. While not the most comfortable place to sleep for a prolonged time the brown cloth covered lazy-boy had been his throne. From it he was able to observe the vast expanse of his realm.
And what a realm it was.
It was dusty, dingy, dirty, and a few other words that started with the letter d could describe it's dismal state. A few stray cobwebs hung from the plastered ceiling that was decorated with spots of creamy yellow discoloring where a handful of slow leaks eroded their way through the plaster. He had placed the beat down plastic bucket he had used to clean the sofa beneath the worst of the invasions. Then there was his coffee table, which doubled as a dining room table, and tripled as an office desk for the few bits of employment adds he had scavenged up. Two of the legs of the black wooden table were gnawed away at by the teeth of some dog. But despite it's appearance, it was at least level. There was a handful of plastic ashtrays set about the room that he had pilfered from different pubs. Currently he was flicking the ashes of a cigarette into the dull olive green gem of an ashtray he had taken from O'Sheary's while he was waiting for Vallie to show up.
Now he was waiting for her to wake up. Idly staring at the cracked screen of his television set. Another hand me down acquired from the boys in the pizza shop downstairs after it was a casualty of the owners favorite soccer team floundering a lead late in a game against their biggest rivals. By the time Andrews drooping eyes had drifted back to the television monitor the programming had shifted to some exclusive offer to spend a ton of money and put yourself in rehab at some exuberant tropical resort styled setting. Tired eyes fought to stay open as he took one last swig from his big bottle of cheap but refreshingly cold beer and set the mostly empty contents down on the floor beside him. Exhaustion won out soon after and Andrew drifted off to sleep. Andrew dreamt of that resort, but it wasn't exactly the same in the depths of his minds fantasy. It was a vacation away from here, and Vallie was there with him.
