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maskormenacelogs2018-01-03 04:52 pm
nastygram) wrote in maskormenacelogs2018-01-03 04:52 pm
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WHO: Ellie and Darlene
WHERE: Nonah #003
WHEN: early JANUARY, wwwway early in the morning
WHAT: some people live in their assigned government housing, some people just keep their name on the lease to hide their real whereabouts from Big Brother and store their leftover Chinese takeout in the communal fridge! then they meet.
WARNINGS: guns + language. probably no one actually gets shot!
[Darlene nudges the fridge shut with her hip. The door makes that quiet poof as the soft magnetic strip catches against soft magnetic strip, sealing it closed. Without the glow from the fridge, the kitchen at Nonah #003 is dark except for what moonlight falls through the little window over the sink. There are dishes in the drainer, hand towels, a thing of soap. Food in the cabinets. All these homey touches in what is essentially a temporary holding cell, a place to keep recent imPorts before they strike out on their own. A way to keep tabs on people.
Darlene sucks at her straw. The slurp is loud in the quiet of the house.
She has a room here, with a locked door, and nothing inside but the government-issue furnishing. The biggest claim to Nonah #003 that Darlene has is that her name is still associated with it on all the paperwork, and her leftovers, which appear in the fridge overnight without any warning. Little white boxes of takeout that never get eaten. None of them have her name on them. Darla, Diana, Deenah, Dee, Dolores. She's a shitty housemate except that she's basically never here, so at least she doesn't hog the communal living space or leave her dishes unwashed in the sink.
And now it's two in the morning and Darlene the leftovers ghost is making another appearance. Standing in the kitchen, big faux fur coat, sunglasses, boots still on. She isn't smoking. She's not that bad of a housemate, saves the ashtray treatment for her favorite roommate, Jorah. But now that she's made her deposit, and checked on her room, she starts toward the front door, still in the dark.
And blissfully unaware that she's being watched.]
WHERE: Nonah #003
WHEN: early JANUARY, wwwway early in the morning
WHAT: some people live in their assigned government housing, some people just keep their name on the lease to hide their real whereabouts from Big Brother and store their leftover Chinese takeout in the communal fridge! then they meet.
WARNINGS: guns + language. probably no one actually gets shot!
[Darlene nudges the fridge shut with her hip. The door makes that quiet poof as the soft magnetic strip catches against soft magnetic strip, sealing it closed. Without the glow from the fridge, the kitchen at Nonah #003 is dark except for what moonlight falls through the little window over the sink. There are dishes in the drainer, hand towels, a thing of soap. Food in the cabinets. All these homey touches in what is essentially a temporary holding cell, a place to keep recent imPorts before they strike out on their own. A way to keep tabs on people.
Darlene sucks at her straw. The slurp is loud in the quiet of the house.
She has a room here, with a locked door, and nothing inside but the government-issue furnishing. The biggest claim to Nonah #003 that Darlene has is that her name is still associated with it on all the paperwork, and her leftovers, which appear in the fridge overnight without any warning. Little white boxes of takeout that never get eaten. None of them have her name on them. Darla, Diana, Deenah, Dee, Dolores. She's a shitty housemate except that she's basically never here, so at least she doesn't hog the communal living space or leave her dishes unwashed in the sink.
And now it's two in the morning and Darlene the leftovers ghost is making another appearance. Standing in the kitchen, big faux fur coat, sunglasses, boots still on. She isn't smoking. She's not that bad of a housemate, saves the ashtray treatment for her favorite roommate, Jorah. But now that she's made her deposit, and checked on her room, she starts toward the front door, still in the dark.
And blissfully unaware that she's being watched.]