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Post by ALEXANDER GRIMM on Mar 13, 2017 18:50:58 GMT
 I AM NOT A MONSTER even though i do bad things TO BAD PEOPLE and horrible monsters Alex awoke with a mighty yawn, throwing himself out of bed and straight into the hallway of his humble apartment. It didn't take him but a few steps to come to the spare bedroom and a decidedly sturdy door. Still half asleep he jabbed a few numbers onto a keypad which was normally hidden behind a panel, and walked straight into room. Most people had storage in their spare bedroom, Alex had a paramilitary camp. There were enough instruments and machines for exercising to start his own home gym, from simple dumbbells and weights to the much more complex Bowflex he'd spent a lot of money on. Alex went about his daily routine of exercises until he almost dropped from exhaustion. With sweat pouring down his brow he jumped into the shower and took care of his hygiene situation. Alex found himself staring at a price of paper with Ness’ number on it at he sipped at his coffee and had his breakfast. It had only been a few days since they had had coffee but he kinda wanted to call her. “ Screw it.” He said and pulled out his work phone, the only phone he really had, and rang her up. Hopefully she would answer, but he didn't remember if he had told her his fake company's name, Grimm Investigation. Hopefully she would actually answer. |
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Post by VANESSA VÅRJEN on Mar 16, 2017 0:57:15 GMT
Vanessa had just painted her toenails. Hanatarou at work had told her that whether or not one's toenails were painted was a sure sign of whether or not one engaged in sufficient self-love. To that end, she was now sat in a fluffy pink bath robe, towel wrapped around her viscerally blue hair, toes separated by little pieces of cork as she painted them a horrifically bright lime green colour. Nessa was ever so slightly colour blind and so it didn't look nearly so bad to her, as greens and reds were reduced in intensity. The phone was at the head of her bed, while she was sat at the far end of the futon, and so when it rang, she rolled on her side, keeping her legs with their outspread toes far away from the bedsheets which she didn't especially want to get nail varnish all over. No name, it wasn't a number in her phone. And it wasn't a commercial number either. That meant that it was probably Alex. That was fine. She could deal with that. But what if he asked her on a date, did she really want to go on a date? She let it ring for a few tones so as not to come across as too keen.
"Mmmmmyellow?" she answered, cradling the phone between her chin and her shoulder so that she had her hands free to continue painting her toenails.
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