You may use the apartment to keep items and food that you no longer wish to carry around and place them in your room. You may also use the apartment to rest and regain your strength.
((Continued from front desk and halls)) ((ESP –Manager’s Special- Roll = 03 +3SP =6 Geesh! That could have been disastrous)) SP 4-4/8 of 40/40 ----- Little was said as the pair rode the elevator to the fifth floor. All the while the Sensitive was pushing a repeated thought to play over and over again in Mr. Kim’s mind. “Manager’s Special $300. Manager’s Special…..” Stepping out of the elevation they travelled down the pristine white hallways to the described room. The manager inserted the card key and pushed the door open and gestured for Bernard to come inside.
Bernard stepped though the door settle the large duffle in the middle of the floor of the modern open concept apartment. Mr. Kim was already hurrying around the room turning on lights and opening the blinds as the prospective tenant looked around the moderate space. Even from where he was standing Bernard could see the spectacular view the manager had spoke of overlooking the city. The spotless space consisted of two bedrooms, a single four piece bath, a kitchen and a small living room. More than adequate for Bernard’s modest needs.
“How much you say you wanted for the apartment?” Bernard inquired.
Last Edit: Jan 30, 2012 11:34:29 GMT -5 by Bernard
As they stepped into the room there was a sharp pain that shot into the manager's head. He put a hand to his forehead and tried his best to ignore it. It didn't go away though. There was then a loud high pitched feedback sound that pierced through his ears and began to ring out loudly. He covered his ears as the muffled words “Manager’s Special $300. Manager’s Special…..” tried to force their way into his head. Appernetly he was the only one that could hear it because the other man didn't seem to notice it. As quickly as the noise came, it faded away just as fast.
"Oh... I'm sorry, mister. I don't seem to be feeling very well. The price is..." He shook his head a couple of times to get his thoughts in order. "The price is... $400 dollars..."
The managers nose began to bleed...
Last Edit: Jan 30, 2012 14:18:51 GMT -5 by FG Admin
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“I’ll take it.” The Sensitive agreed reluctantly. . While he wasn’t keen on forking over a vast majority of his newly acquired cash he had the distinct feeling that things could have turned out far more disastrous than a temporary monetary loss. Taking a seat in the cuplike chair the prospective tenant kicked off the tattered sneakers and removed the cash he had stowed away. One can’t be too careful these days.” Bernard commented with an uncomfortable chuckle regarding the unorthodox carrying place before he counted out the $400 dollars and handed it over to Mr. Kim.
Taking possession of his keycard Bernard escorted the manager back to the door. “Thanks, I won’t be any trouble. Hardly know I am even here. Hope you feel better Mr. Kim.” He added reassuringly, gently closing the door behind the man and applying the deadbolt. It wasn’t long before the new tenant began to strip off his clothes leaving a trail of grimy garments upon the shiny black ceramic tile as he made his way to the bathroom. Placing the plug into the shallow porcelain tub he turned on the taps to draw a hot bath.
While the water ran, the grubby vagrant grabbed a fresh towel and a facecloth placing them on the corner of the counter. He leaned in to the ragged reflection in the vanity mirror his dull blue-grey eye hardly recognized the man before him. The unkempt strawberry blonde mane had grown considerably over the past months. As did the thick mound of coarse rust colored facial fur that now covered most of his lower portion of his face. Bernard raised a hand to his chin, mindlessly rubbing the rugged jaw line as he deliberated.
“ Are you in there?” He queried the unfamiliar visage.
Turning off the faucet, he carefully lowered himself into the hot clear water. He had forgotten how soothing a soak in a tub could be, sliding deeper into the refreshing waters allowing it to wash up over his hairy chest. It wasn’t long before the water had become a weak tea brown from the years of dirt that had been accumulated upon his body. One could only imagine the wondrous effect that soap and a good scrubbing would have upon his presentation.
Emerging from the tub after an hour and several changes of the murky the bath water, Bernard wrapped the large bath towel around his waist. Modestly covered he took the small hand towel from the towel bar next to the sink and quickly rubbed it through the wet wavy locks. Bernard reached down; taking the electric clippers left underneath the vanity and plugged it into the wall socket. A vaguely familiar hum rose from the lightweight devise as he lifted it to his scalp and without hesitation he pushed the 1” guide through the tresses.
“No turning back now.” He mocked the man in the mirror as the strawberry blonde curls hit the floor.
One after another, he ran the clippers all over his head making multiple passes in several different directions. He wasn’t striving for anything fancy, taking the length down to the wood as his father use to say, leaving only a short remnant of even stubble behind. The facial hair warranted a little more time as he slowly fiddled away to achieve the desired look. What remained of the coarse scraggly bush that had hid his face were a pair of mutton chop sideburns and a thick, stubble Van Dyke was to fill the areas between the two well groomed growths. He would remove the stubble mustache properly with a razor another time. Grooming complete he made his way towards the bed and flopped down on the mattress.
Last Edit: Jan 31, 2012 11:33:37 GMT -5 by Bernard
Bernard rose to the late morning sun that now filtered through the clouds. It had been a long time since he had slept as solidly as he had. Even the prophetic dreams that had visited of late ceased upon this occasion. He sat up refreshed, swinging his bare feet over the edge of the bed to contact the cold ceramic floor.
The long-limbed man threw his arms into a wide stretch staggering over to the slider to the balcony he looked out over the city. The dingy streets were quickly being buried in a thick blanket of white from the falling snow. Even the mature trees that surrounded Parkside were being rocked to and fro as they fought against the strong Southerly gusts.
The sensitive turned away from the large pane of tempered glass making his way to the kitchenette. His stomach was already beginning its mild protest for food unfulfilled by the greasy nachos and cheese several hours earlier. A quick forage of the fridge and cupboards turned up nothing and Bernard regretted that he was going to have to step out of his newly acquired paradise and into the cold. A brief stop at Casa de Luna to satisfy the grumbling tummy and then it was off to the MegoMart to stock up.
Bernard collected up his tail of discarded clothing as he made his way back to the bathroom. Dumping the armload of smelly clothing into the tub he added an ample amount of hot water and soap as he proceeded to hand wash the contents. As when he had bathed earlier that morning the water soon took on a dirty brown of steeped tea taking on an almost unrecognizable transformation in color. Rinsing the articles of clothing thoroughly, he rang them out one by one hanging them over the side of the tub.
Laundry complete, he slipped into the wet garments and stepped over to the mirror. Adjusting his hoodie over his coat collar the Sensitive gradually began to increase his body temperature quickly drying the water-logged apparel as if they had been out in the hot summer sun for hours. What a difference a day made, he now looked (and felt) like a totally new man. All that was needed was to lace up his combat boots he was ready to be on his way.
((To be Continued at Casa del Luna))
Last Edit: Jan 31, 2012 14:10:59 GMT -5 by Bernard
((continued from Soaring Heights Apartments Lobby)) ((minus 2 meals from inventory))
Bernard woke from another blissful dreamless sleep. He was beginning to wonder if the mental images had more to do with his restless nights than the surfacing of some superhuman power. Wandering through the kitchen he settled upon a can of beef stew to satisfy his hunger. “Maybe two, he thought rubbing his flat stomach. While the meal heated the lanky youth retrieved the stash bags he had stowed in the closet dragging them to the over to the couch.
He soon found himself at an impasse. Was he to depart with his newly acquired bounty or keep the vials for himself? Sure Carson claimed to have paid him handsomely but deep down Bernard knew the wily club owner wasn’t telling him the whole truth. What assurance did he have that the ruthless business man would even consider bringing him into the fold?
If he was to continue to chase this pathway of luxury he would need supplies and his pocket book was now virtually empty. In order to get the ordinance he desired it would be costly and right now all roads led through Carsen or Hydra. He didn’t find either option particularly palatable. He enjoyed his independence.
He could raid the club and take what he needed but even Hydra with their vast resources couldn’t penetrate the Ace’s defenses without severe losses. He would have more of a chance to rob a bank. Like it or not Bernard may have to team up with club owner short term to stock up. There had to be another way. And then it hit him, maybe the bank was the answer he was looking for.
As Bernard sat there contemplating his options he fumbled with the mysterious blue vial noting a strange familiarity with the object he couldn’t quite pinpoint. What was it that made the contents so important that Carson would implement a high exposure snatch and grab to get it? And why grab so few if they were as vital as the risk would suggest? There was a whole truckload of stock at his disposal yet Garrett only grabbed a modest selection.
One thing was certain, Hydra was expecting the hit. Why else would they have such a vast number of trackers within the shipment? Such miniature surveillance devices can’t be cheap and they were well disguised and distributed throughout a wide variety of product. It was as if the carrier weren’t quite sure what Carsen was after. What they hadn’t counted on was that the baited prize would end up in somebody else’s possession.
There was only one way he was going to be convinced. “Down the hatch.” Bernard proclaimed as he screwed the quickly cap off the vial and threw back the blue liquid like a test tube shooter. Almost instantly a strange euphoria washed over him and he felt a sudden surge almost like adrenaline. The Sensitive was empowered and his mind opened to a memory that had been suppressed all these years. He had experienced the effects of this blue liquid once before, deep within the testing labs of Hydra.
((removing one blue vial from inventory))
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Unfortunately his powers had not been heightened to a level he had experienced in that initial trial. Perhaps there was some sort of catalyst that had been administered at the same time. For some reason the details of the initial examination were not clear as if they had been partially erased from his mind. Maybe Carson already possessed the unknown elixir that was part of the super charging cocktail. On the other hand maybe he had no idea of what he had stumbled upon.
One thing was certain, The Sensitive wasn’t about to turn over such a find until he had more answers. With that option clearly decided he would be in need of an influx of cash to support his investigation. The bank theory would suit those needs just fine, but first he would have to glean some information. And he knew just where to begin.
The redhead from the hallway looked like she belonged in a bank. Bernard was sure if this was the case her wanna-be thug boyfriend had already cased the joint and prodded his girlfriend for information. He could hear the gorilla stomping around and smashing items through the paper thin walls of the apartment ever since he awoke. This lug could save the Sensitive some valuable prep time as part of the work, however sloppy, was likely already done. A few tweaks here and there and he would be set to pull this off.
Last Edit: Feb 14, 2012 12:15:14 GMT -5 by Bernard
The layered cushion comprising of a ball cap his toque and hoodie, held in place by the tight band of his goggles did nicely. With a little improvisation the basic helmet at least fit comfortably despite the lack of lining that had been torn away to pack the almost fatal wound a few days earlier. He had his reservations about the thought process to involve a second party but desperate time called for desperate measure. If the low life attempted to double cross him Bernard would bring the man’s life to a fitting end.
The Sensitive barley had to use his power of flight as he transferred himself from balcony to balcony. A sharp tap to the glass of the sliding door with the butt of his SMG-10 sent glass shards spilling inward. Stepping through the ragged hole in the large pane Bernard leveled the weapon toward the surprised tenant and gestured to the overturned sofa.
“Why not take a seat and we’ll talk. Bernard instructed waving the firearm indicating he meant business.
“Rumor on the street is you’re the fella with an inside track into the workings of the First Trust Bank. It’s risky, but we’re gonna put that knowledge to use and make us rich. And a man like me is the type to pull this off. So what cha say big man, you in or are ya out?”
((Altering Inventory))
Last Edit: Feb 14, 2012 15:33:21 GMT -5 by Bernard
The man that had been arguing with his Girlfriend in the hall was more than just startled, it was more like he was caught with his pants down. Well, no pants to be exact. He was lounging on the couch in nothing but his underwear. There was a belt tied around his bicep, and his pupils were a bit dilated looking. He had a glazed over look about his eyes. There were two empty syringes laying on the small coffee table in front of the couch.
When he heard the glass break and saw Bernard jump into the window he jumped up out of his seat and stumbled back, falling straight onto the floor. He put his hands up. "Listen man, don't hurt me!" Panic was clear in his voice as he began to shake with fear and sweat began to bead on his forehead.
“Why not take a seat and we’ll talk. Rumor on the street is you’re the fella with an inside track into the workings of the First Trust Bank. It’s risky, but we’re gonna put that knowledge to use and make us rich. And a man like me is the type to pull this off. So what cha say big man, you in or are ya out?”
It took him awhile to get his thoughts together but he nodded his head. "Yeah... I know how the system works. But we don't got enough fire power to do the job. I ain't got no weapons. It would be crazy going in there naked!" He stared down the barrel of the gun, and a distinct smell filled the air, followed by a small pool of yellow spreading throughout the carpet.
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