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Post by Charles Landen on Apr 10, 2007 1:48:28 GMT 7
"Huntley Apartments."
He'd tell her. There would definitely be effort put in in getting inside the building though. A 'Oh, I'm going in through the back...' gesture or something. Maybe he lived the on the bottom floor, maybe he lived on the top floor, she'd never know. She wouldn't even be able to guess with that method. And any guess she did make, it would be positively wrong. Because who wants to go in through the back? People who lived in the backside of the building? Probably on the first floor? This way he was set. Privacy would be preserved, and all would be well.
And then she asked that question. The furniture question. That inevitably, anyone who got remotely close to him was going to end up asking. Why did, Charles Landen, order so much furniture? Was it the fun of paying credit card bills? The delivery? The question: 'Did you get a new...something or other?' Was it just the satisfaction? Or was it compulsive shopping? It might have even been, as she suggested, OCD. He had a feeling it wasn't OCD though.
"Maybe. It's like collecting things I guess. Once you get one chair, you need the set, and then you find yourself ordering the dust ruffles and the lamp, and the matching lamp shade and then you have to get the carpet...until it's complete. And then there are other things, like when I ordered stuff for my bedroom where it was like, this is the last bed I'm ever going to need. Whatever else happens, I have that covered."
"I guess I'll get to a point where I'll have no more room, and then I'll spend all my time cleaning. It's really an accomplishment though. I mean, it's New Jersey. I have a pretty nice looking place for New Jersey."
"Aren't you always buying clothes or something?" He did too. But she didn't have to know that.
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 10, 2007 5:04:54 GMT 7
"Yeah, I am but lately I've been quiting all that because I don't have all that much money.." she admitted and bit on her lower lip a bit. "I mean you must work hard to buy all that and I bet you do have nice place for New Jersey and for a guy at that." she said and nodded. Maybe Charles wasn't as weird as she thought? Maybe he was different and that's why he came off weird.
She drove towards their apartment building as she stopped the car. "I just moved here if you didn't know." she said and gave him a smile as she grabbed her bag out and shut the door and walked to the other side waiting for him to get. She couldn't wait to see the look on her face. She'd rented a level two apartment with two bedrooms but was still looking for a roommate.
"What apartment do you live?" she asked curiously as she put her sunglasses on and glanced around the parking lot a bit. She held on to her bag as she glanced down at him awaiting him to get out. "Oh and why do you like to buy clothes too?" she asked and laughed a bit as she smiled down at him.
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Post by Charles Landen on Apr 10, 2007 5:49:05 GMT 7
He was faced with a decision: convoluted voyage to apartment or triumph over fear to show off vast collection of furniture. They both had their pros and cons. Pros for hiding what part of the building he lived in: preventing potential invasion of privacy (in which she would probably conveniently have "friends" who lived in the same area or something like that, and every so often use what she heard or saw or lack there of against him). Cons: Nothing. Pros for showing off apartment: compliments, satisfaction of someone affirming you rule, etcetera. Cons: Not preventing potential invasion of privacy. All this out in the open, it made him wonder if being that secretive about things was really worth it. Nobody really liked having people know too much about them in anycase, beyond the petty fears he harbored.
Alright, he had made his decision, he was going to invite her into his apartment for two mintues -- not enough time for anything other than to show off his decorative spheres, his Leaby red sofa, his matching chairs, his dust ruffles, so on and so forth. Everyone likes being complimented.
"You can see it, if you want to."
And then she made a little proclamation. She lived in the Huntley apartments as well. Hiding wouldn't have been an option at all, would it? He was becoming less secure in his pride over security plan.
"Oh, that's..that's great. How do you like it?"
"And..No, I thought maybe I could help you relate to my furniture situation." Nah, he did. A|X ties, DKNY shoes, Gucci belts and sunglasses. He was a clothes conseuer as well.
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 10, 2007 23:42:24 GMT 7
"Um.. studying isn't that fun." she said and shrugged. "I have to do it to pass the classes you know.." she said and shrugged a bit. "I can't wait to be out of Rutherford. Too bad I'm only a freshman..." she said a bit annoyed at that. Everyone thought of her as the baby and the little innocent and fragile Evelyn but in all reality the girl was. Well, except for innocent.
"Alright I'll come see your apartment and judge if it's really as nice as you say it is.." she said and let out a small laugh as she continued following him towards his apartment. She figured they would pass her apartment on the way seeing as how they lived in the same building but probably not the same floor.
Her mind was going back to thinking of his room and thinking of furniture everywhere and Charles stuffed in a little corner with his tiny bed. She let out a soft laugh and then looked over at him and he was probably going to remark on how she was incredibly weird but she didn't really mind, it was only Charles.
"Oh but um yeah the partying is okay too, well until I get a little out there.." she said not really wanting to fully describe what she meant because of course Charles would be the one to judge but he probably already knew so it didn't matter much anymore.
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Post by Charles Landen on Apr 11, 2007 5:30:47 GMT 7
"It gets better as you get older," he opted for the stairs over the elevator. There was something about the atmosphere of an elevator that he thought...Well, simply put, he didn't want to be stuck in an elevator with Evelyn Pierce. Taking the stairs meant walking up two flights, he made the executive decision that she could handle it. It was only two flights.
"The studying that is," he added, a few steps ahead of her. After not too much adieu, the stairway was over and they were in a quaint little hallway.
"And maybe you shouldn't party so much," down the hallway they walked, and finally - they reached his apartment. Apartment 22. He unlocked the door and opened it.
What was there to say about Charles Landen's apartment? For the space given, he had done well for himself. It was the image of contemporary living. Chic red sofa, chic white chairs. Matching light fixtures, clever art hanging on one wall a plasma TV on another. Hardwood floors, coordinating rug. Curtains identical to the area rug, a coffee table with a stack of witty books that had probably never been read. To the back, his kitchen matching appliances. Matching refrigerator and matching table, with matching dining and silverware. Decorative spheres and decorative candle holders with decorative candles. Everything was a collection, and every collection was complete.
"This is it."
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 12, 2007 7:58:28 GMT 7
She glanced around at his apartment a bit wide eyed as she let out a soft sigh of jealousy. "I've got to say..." she said as she looked over at him and gave him a smile. "This is a lot nicer then I would have expected.." she said and nodded her head a bit as she glanced around at all the many things he had there in his apartment. "How long did it take you complete well.." she said and looked around. "..well your collection." she said as she looked up at him.
She brushed a piece of loose hair away from her eyes as she looked up at him and shrugged. "It's nice - I've got to give you that." she said with small smile as she leaned against his wall tiredly. She felt the situation was a bit awkward and she really didn't know what to do. She glanced around bored once more as she looked back to Charles. "It must have cost you a fortune huh?" She asked curiously.
ooc| so, i can't think of anything else for the rp. shall we close it?
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Post by Charles Landen on Apr 12, 2007 8:16:01 GMT 7
(definitely. i mean i have a few ideas (breaking things, something to that effect), but i think at this point this is pretty much useless thread. basically a chore to continue, especially if you're busy, agreed? plus, i think as rpers we don't have much chemistry. i'm not really going to do a closing post or anything, i think it's good as is.)
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