Realistic or Modern Weekday Purgatory [Corrosion and XxXDarkPassengerXxX] (NEW)

[Corrosion]

Michael is your average guy living in an ordinary apartment with a normal job. Lately, he's been having problems with his rent, and thus decided to get a roommate in order to make some extra income. He put out some advertisements, and wasn't expecting to get a return so fast. Today is the first day he will be sharing his home with his roommate. He doesn't know what to expect, only that his roommate will probably cause at lot of pain.

 

[XxXDarkPassengerXxX]

Ana steps off the train and onto the platform, carrying her large backpack. She lights a cigarette and places it between her lips, taking a drag as she looks at the address scribbled on her hand. The winter air is crisp, but not too cold. Analise exhales, sending a swirl of smoke into the air.


Though she's spoken to Michael on the phone a few times, she knows nothing about him--but she has done more irresponsible things in her life.


After a few block walk, she approaches the large brown building. After flicking her cigarette onto the sidewalk, she steps inside the building and finds his name on the buzzer in the lobby and presses the button *BZZZ*.

 

[Corrosion]

The ringing of the buzzer immediately snapped Michael out of his alcohol-induced coma. He fell backwards, onto the floor. "Goddammit! What the hell!" He cursed, and stomped towards the intercom. He pressed the 'answer' button, still cursing. "What do you want?" He said in his usual unfriendly tone.

 

[XxXDarkPassengerXxX]

"Well, ain't you a little ball of sunshine?!" Analise quips back. "It's Ana. I'm suppose to live here..." she says with some reluctance. "Uhm, is this a bad time? I mean because I can take me and my money elsewhere.." But Analise had no where else to go, at the moment. She scans her surroundings to see if there were potential business dealings to perform here. It's too early to tell. But she will be sure to case the area in the evening. A gal has to make a living, right?

 

[Corrosion]

Realisation struck Michael. "Oh, yeah. Analine, was it? I can't remember. Anyway, just come up to unit number 4-12. I'll be waiting." He said, before hanging up. He then rushed over to the small pile of bottles from various alcohols, and covered it with a sheet of cloth.

 

[XxXDarkPassengerXxX]

Analise slings her bag over her shoulder and opened the door as she was buzzed in. She makes her way up the stairs, stomp stomp stomp as she goes up each flight. She finally gets to the door and takes a deep breath, fixes her auburn hair into a pony tail before she knocks on the door. "Michael?" she calls out. She didn't want to be rude and barge in just yet.





As she waits to be let in, Analise scans her surroundings; she's always does that. It seems like a decent place. And quiet, too. Just perfect for her to conduct business, as no one would suspect anything bad happening in a decent apartment building.

 

[Corrosion]

"Just give me a second!" Michael called back from behind the locked door. He was still hurriedly trying to clean up, throwing trash into the bin, putting cushions back onto his couch, and locking his weapon cabinet. He then rushed over to the door and quite literally ripped it open. He saw who his 'roommate' was. She was a relatively short girl with pale skin and green eyes, dressed in what looked like biker clothing. "Yes?" Michael said, flashing a fake smile.

 

[XxXDarkPassengerXxX]

Analise walks in and drops her bag and looks around. "Have a party or something? Smells like a frat house," she says. Analise was anything but blunt. Realizing that probably wasn't very nice, she extends a slender arm and dainty hand to him. "I'm Analise. Just call me Ana, ok? Everyone does."

 

[Corrosion]

"Probably the smell of complete shittiness." Michael said under his breath. "Anyway, I'm Michael. Don't call me Mike. I haven't been called that since my parents died." He said, accepting Ana's outstretched hand and shaking it.

 

[XxXDarkPassengerXxX]

At first, she smirks at his shittiness comment, but after hearing about his parents, she frowns a bit. "I'm sorry to hear that, Michael. No worries, I'll honor that."





Ana notices that Michael's handshake is strong; she liked that. "It's a big place. Where will I be staying? Sure you don't want my shit lying around, I can put it in my room."

 

[Corrosion]

Michael shrugged nonchalantly when he heard Analise feel sorry for him. "Eh. I never really cared much for them, anyway." He pointed towards a room at the end of the hall. He made sure to clean it out and remove everything except a bed and a simple bedside table and standing lamp. "That's where you'll be staying. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

 

[XxXDarkPassengerXxX]

Analise tried not to become suspicious of his comment about his parents, but after all, not everyone likes their folks. To try and lighten the mood, she asks, "Want some?" as she pulls a flask from her back pocket. "I've had one hell of a week.....literally came here with the clothes on my back and what's in my bag." She is talking as she is putting her things in the room at the end of the hall. She tosses her jacket on the bed, revealing a t-shirt, that looked a little stretched and torn, almost as if she was in a struggle. Analise makes her way back to Michael, stretching out the flask to him.

 

[Corrosion]

"What is it, anyway?" Michael asked, upon seeing the flask. "What's with your clothes, too?" He said, noticing Analise's torn clothing.

 

[XxXDarkPassengerXxX]

"Just a little something I take to relax. Ever hear of Absinthe? It's the real deal, man." Ana's face flushes a little bit, noticing her clothes tell the story of an incident that happened. "Well, I left my house and didn't have anywhere to go. So, I was hanging out on the lower east side, and there were these guys.." her voice trails off a bit. "I mean, it's not even important. I got into a little fight. I'm cool, though. No big deal."

 

[Corrosion]

Michael took one whiff of the alcohol and recoiled back. It wasn't really his type. "No thanks. Besides, I may have some..." Michael trailed off, glancing at his impressive collection of alcoholic beverages, from whiskey to vodka. "...Stronger stuff." He finished. "So... got attacked, then?"

 

[XxXDarkPassengerXxX]

She shurgs, "Suit yourself, shit's pretty strong, though. Imported," she says as she takes a rather large swig. Ana nods at his question. "Yeah, got jumped. Deal gone bad.."

 

[Corrosion]

"So you do drugs, huh?" Michael asked, eyeing Analise suspiciously. "I should report you to the cops." He then walked over to his alcohol cabinet and opened it up. "But I'm too fuckin' lazy to do so. Besides, they would probably search my apartment, and that would take a while." He said, taking out a half-empty bottle of Polish vodka. "Want some? Strongest in my collection."

 

[XxXDarkPassengerXxX]

"Hey now, no one ever said anything about drugs. That's just you assuming!" she says as she takes the bottle of vodka handed to her, taking a swig and handing it back. "Plus, I'm good at what, I do.." she says.

 

[Corrosion]

"I wasn't asking." Michael said as Ana swiped the bottle of vodka from his hands, took a swig, and gave it back. He stared at her in disbelief. "How the fuck did you do that?!"

 

[XxXDarkPassengerXxX]

"I got someone really mad at me. For stupid shit," Analise says, taking another swig. For some reason, mainly because of the alcohol, she is starting to get comfortable. She takes the bottle and Michael's hand and goes to the living room and plops on the sofa. "This dude I use to fuck with, thought I was taking money from him. I wasn't. I just had an issue with selling shit to kids, you know? So when money wasn't coming in like it use to, he got mad.."

 

[Corrosion]

"No, how the hell are you drinking that? That's Spirytus Polish Vodka 192 Proof! It's 96% alcohol!" Michael exclaimed. "The first time I took it I passed out for eight hours."

 

[XxXDarkPassengerXxX]

"I mean, it's strong and all..." she says, leaning her head on the back of the sofa. She really felt the effects of the mix of liquors, but she was holding her own the best she could.

 

[Corrosion]

Michael shook his head in disbelief. "Whatever. I've seen weirder shit." He opened up his fridge and took out a bottle of beer. He popped of the cap and took a swig. He then walked over and plopped himself on the couch opposite Ana. "Well, I guess this is the part where we properly introduce ourselves."

 

[XxXDarkPassengerXxX]

Ana drunkenly chuckles at his comment, perhaps too much. "Ha! Well, I'm your friendly neighborhood imported drug dealer, and you?" She eyeballs him, her blue eyes glazing over slightly.

 

[Corrosion]

"Me? I'm just a nobody." He then saw Ana's eyes seem to glaze over. She was getting drunk. Looks like it was time to fix it. "Wait here. I'll be right back." He said, walking over to the bathroom. There, he began filling up a bucket with ice-cold water.