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Post by Al Cellini on Jun 19, 2017 11:14:04 GMT -6
A lean, wobbling figure had appeared from the alleyway. He seemed kind of sluggish, possibly to the fact he was drinking. He always knew how to smuggle liquor and keep some for himself. He was possibly was in a speakeasy joint and took some from the place. It would explain "the almost empty" bottle he was holding in his hand. He kept wobbling until he reached his destination, the Hotel Aquila. His sister Chel lived there, he would always go and visit her.
He made his way inside the hotel, wobbling around. He heard a woman's voice and thought it could be Beatrice. Al, rolled his eyes not wanting to get stuck in a conversation with her. They never really liked each other. He always thought he was a friendly guy, blunt, obnoxious and occasionally persistent - definitely, friendly though. He dashed down the hall stumbling over himself and smacked the ground. He let out a large groan from how hard he hit the ground. He lifted up and stared down for a moment and said, "How rude! You couldn't have been softer?" He stared at it a little longer and then smiled, "At least, you caught me. I can always count on you." He laughed a little bit lowering himself down, pecking the floor. He jumped up and started heading to her apartment. He was definitely not in the right mindset at the time, you can blame it on the alcohol though.
He stared at the room for a second and then looked around, This is her place for sure! I would never forget the look of it. It was cringing to think but every place in the Hotel was the same from the outside. It didn't seem like he was at the right number either. Al, started banging on the door and waiting for his sister to answer but got no sign of movement from inside, "Sis, Chel, Sweetie... I'm dying out here? Be a doll and open the door." Al continued to wait hoping that he would be let into the place. He took a step back and said, "You're really not going to open the door? Fine - You leave me no choice!" Al, rammed into the door, without any warning, and stumbled backwards... It didn't budge a bit. He looked around and saw a window and his eyes lit up. He began to check it to see if it was unlocked, it was, thankfully. He started to climb through it and said, "I can't believe you're making me crawl through a window for you? To think I called you family!" His miniature rant was interrupted after he lost his footing, falling inside of the apartment, landing on a counter and causing a huge commotion. He then groaned to himself and said, "I need a doctor now, thanks."
He laid there for a moment before raising up, he sat there for a moment, scratching the back of his head and saw that it looked different. Al then seemed a little confused and said, "I'm gonna be honest, I hate what you've done with the place."
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 19, 2017 11:28:33 GMT -6
Dean liked to think he worked hard for whatever he had. At least, coming back home feeling all beat up and exhausted certainly meant he had been doing something right or fighting for it. The day had been particularly tiresome for Dean, having had little to no breaks driving around all sorts of self-worshipping powerful people and listening to their gibberish and chit-chat. For all he knew, he was definitely in line to receive a second dose of this the next day, which was why he needed a nice set of sleep before going back to the struggle. Four hours would be enough. He prayed it would be, at the very least.
His face pressed firmly against his pillow, the raven haired man was lying with his back turned to the ceiling, as if he was sinking into slumber land. Not even the Hotel's poor accoustic could keep him up, and if Chel remembered knocking on his door, he probably would not even budge, considering how out of the world he felt.
For a few moments, he seemed to be hearing a series of complaints and groans on the outside, though he chose to ignore them, too exhausted to even bothered. Yawning deeply, he tried harder to ignore his surroundings and seemed to be marching closer to slumberland when the noises seemed to start subsiding. Whoever it was had given up, and he thanked whatever God there may be for that.
He had chosen to leave his window open that evening, the cool summer breeze gracing him and keeping him more relaxed and cooled down, seeing how much the Hotel seemed to heat up. Little did he know that he would heavily regret keeping the glass gate between his apartment room and the rest of the world open.
A loud thump broke Dean's slow, but seemingly certain journey to sleep, the sound of something smashing against the counter and flipping a table with its impact being more than enough to startle Dean. His head shot up immediately, one eye wide open while the other was still struggling to go past its half closed stance; Dean tried to react as best he could, placing his hand on the drawers close to his bed, where he hid a gun. He was not about to be mugged this way, not when he needed to sleep.
Looking over to see who had barged into his home, Dean halted, staring at what seemed to be a young boy, completely driven by alcohol, judging by the characteristic smell and his rambling. Rolling his eyes and taking a deep sigh, Dean remained seated on his bed, rubbing his face and cursing creation in general before narrowing his eyes. "I'm about to take the wild guess that this is not the place you're looking for."
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Post by Al Cellini on Jun 19, 2017 12:07:23 GMT -6
Al took his time glancing around at what seemed to be his sister's apartment, with a new look. His admiring was cut short when he saw a man. He heard what he said and Al was still confused. He stood, getting a little defensive, "You're not Chel!" He stopped for a moment and narrowed his eyes, saying, "Are you sleeping with my sis, fella?" He got even more defensive from his assuming accusation, rolling up his sleeves. "You better not be playing around or I swear-" He walked towards him and tripped again and then stood back up. He didn't even let it phase him that he just tripped again or change his attitude. He fixed his shirt and then stared at him and got an attitude, "I don't even have to waste my time." He was doing quite a humorous face, lips puckered, hand on his hip and him looking around.
He still didn't process that it wasn't his sister house until now. He looked around and then had a look of realization come across his face. He turned to him again and smiled saying, "Oh, this is your place?" He became awkward and a little surprised and said, "I love the place, nice little set up." He said that even though he claimed to dislike it a couple of minutes ago. He walked over to him and then put his hand out saying, "Al Cellini, nice to meet you!" He looked around taking everything in and then said, "Very homey." Al raised his eyebrows and flashed a quick smile before looking back around.
It didn't come to Al's mind how he just had broken into this stranger's home. He didn't even think that the man could feel uncomfortable. He felt like he wanted to introduce himself to him, at least know who this man is. He was always ridiculous and oblivious to his actions sometimes. Occasionally, he would even question why others got mad at him for how he acted.
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 19, 2017 13:27:04 GMT -6
Dean sat on his bed, slightly dumbfounded while looking at this young boy, trying to figure out exactly why people always seemed to choose him and his privacy as a place to invade and disturb. Much to his annoyance, it seemed to have become quite frequent with these people, always making sure they went out of their way to bother him. Here was another random stranger, violating his personal space, while not even seeming to realize it.
"Al Cellini. Chel Cellini. Sister. Brother." Dean murmured to himself, still taking his sweet time in waking up and being aware of his surroundings. He was having a bit of a hard time processing the ammount of information being thrown at him before hesitating and staring forward at the young man, frowning and getting up. "Well, I hate to disappoint you, but you're probably looking for the room next to mine. That's where the bubbly female you lives."
Rubbing his eyes as he walked closer to the young man, Dean could not help but remain slightly shocked in his expression, staring at Al while he moved around, not really giving any signs of stopping fooling around, once again much to the older man's chagrin. He would probably have to do something about this.
A swift step forward, and Dean was already pulling out the first thing he saw out of Al's hand, raising it above his head while eyeing the young man, his eyebrow raised. "Okay, look...kid, ground rules. This is my space, okay? And in my space I have my stuff." he explained slowly, making sure he could grasp the kid's attention. "See, I am not even mad you trespassed my property. There's just one little rule you gotta remember when coming here..." he was now talking incredibly slowly, his hazelnut eyes focused on Al's for what seemed like quite a while. Raising his index finger, he gave the instructions. "Do. Not. Touch. My. Stuff."
Dean stood in silence, looking at the boy for a bit with a scowl stamped on his face. He came to realize he was having a hard time keeping it up, so he regained his usual calm demeanor in a second, shrugging and taking a step back before walking to go put on his robe. "Other than that, no problem alright? Like I said..your sister lives next door. She also owes me a new couch." he mentioned in a playful tone, poiting the small metal sphere in his hands at Aladdin, now smiling a bit.
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