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Three Thousand Club
(Here's the main! I'll edit and post here in a few.
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Corpse
Corpse. A lot of people knew his name and famously his voice. But not the face. Why? He'd never shown it.
Corpse walked in, rain somewhat had drenched the black hoodie he was wearing; wiping off his feet on the rug before going up to the front desk. He wore a black mask upon his face and wore all black clothing; to not catch any attention, mainly, that is. Some of his black, curly hair stuck out from the top of his hoodie, and his fingers were covered in an assortment of thick, large rings, along with a few bracelets on his wrists.
Corpse approached the front desk and eyes around for a second before his dark, brown eyes looked up at the lady who shuddered from his gaze.
"You must be..." she looks down at a folder on her desk, before glancing up at him again, "Corey Roger?"
A fake name? Yes. Corpse really doesn't want anyone to know of his identity, of course.
"Y-yeah," he stammered, subconsciously rubbing the back of his neck.
"Okay," she nods and hands him the key to the room. "Your room is on the third floor. Room 3C."
He slowly nods in acknowledgment and goes up to check out his new room. Pressing the button to the elevator, it opens rapidly; a short girl goes past him and he goes in. He pressed the button for the third floor, and it shakily closes and goes up. Once it opens, he firmly holds the key in his hand and walks along an open corridor that shows the outside before him and down, if you were to look, that is.
Finding his room, he jiggles the key in and opens the door. Corpse walks around to look around. "It's not very big," he comments to himself. "Not that I'm complaining, though." He flips a light switch, resulting in a dim light to turn on in the small kitchen. He hums in sarcastic amusement.
Ping!
He pulls out his phone and squints at the screen. The text message was from the driver who was bringing his stuff up to the apartment complex. "We're here, Roger."
He texts, "K." Turning around, he heads back down to meet the driver to get his things.
itsvone.
Corpse. A lot of people knew his name and famously his voice. But not the face. Why? He'd never shown it.
Corpse walked in, rain somewhat had drenched the black hoodie he was wearing; wiping off his feet on the rug before going up to the front desk. He wore a black mask upon his face and wore all black clothing; to not catch any attention, mainly, that is. Some of his black, curly hair stuck out from the top of his hoodie, and his fingers were covered in an assortment of thick, large rings, along with a few bracelets on his wrists.
Corpse approached the front desk and eyes around for a second before his dark, brown eyes looked up at the lady who shuddered from his gaze.
"You must be..." she looks down at a folder on her desk, before glancing up at him again, "Corey Roger?"
A fake name? Yes. Corpse really doesn't want anyone to know of his identity, of course.
"Y-yeah," he stammered, subconsciously rubbing the back of his neck.
"Okay," she nods and hands him the key to the room. "Your room is on the third floor. Room 3C."
He slowly nods in acknowledgment and goes up to check out his new room. Pressing the button to the elevator, it opens rapidly; a short girl goes past him and he goes in. He pressed the button for the third floor, and it shakily closes and goes up. Once it opens, he firmly holds the key in his hand and walks along an open corridor that shows the outside before him and down, if you were to look, that is.
Finding his room, he jiggles the key in and opens the door. Corpse walks around to look around. "It's not very big," he comments to himself. "Not that I'm complaining, though." He flips a light switch, resulting in a dim light to turn on in the small kitchen. He hums in sarcastic amusement.
Ping!
He pulls out his phone and squints at the screen. The text message was from the driver who was bringing his stuff up to the apartment complex. "We're here, Roger."
He texts, "K." Turning around, he heads back down to meet the driver to get his things.
itsvone.
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