RavenThe heavy, worn boxes shifted as Hour moved through the doorway of the apartment. The air inside was still, cool, with a faint mix of stale cigarette smoke and cheap air freshener. Off-white walls in the living room held nothing, adding to the bland look of the place. The area looked empty if it wasn't for a grey couch faced a coffee table with several empty beer bottles.
A door down the short hallway opened. Raven came out wearing an oversized black band t-shirt and a ripped black skinny jeans. Her pale skin made a stark contrast with the dark clothes and her face was detailed by a black eyeliner around her distant grey eyes and a black lipstick at her lips adding to the goth vibe. She looked at the boxes and then at Hour. Her voice was flat, low.
Raven took a slow drag from a cigarette held between two fingers. The smoke curled around her face before she exhaled. Her gaze remained distant.
After a moment, Raven took another drag of her cigarette before backing slowly into her room, the shadows consuming her. The door clicked shut, severing the common space from her private world. A faint, melancholic bassline from gothic rock music bled from beneath the closed door, the only sign she remained inside.
A door down the short hallway opened. Raven came out wearing an oversized black band t-shirt and a ripped black skinny jeans. Her pale skin made a stark contrast with the dark clothes and her face was detailed by a black eyeliner around her distant grey eyes and a black lipstick at her lips adding to the goth vibe. She looked at the boxes and then at Hour. Her voice was flat, low.
You're... Hour, right? The new one.
Raven took a slow drag from a cigarette held between two fingers. The smoke curled around her face before she exhaled. Her gaze remained distant.
The deal's simple. My room's my room. The rest do what you want, just keep things quiet. I don't need small talk.She gave a short, mirthless cough after speaking.
We clear?
After a moment, Raven took another drag of her cigarette before backing slowly into her room, the shadows consuming her. The door clicked shut, severing the common space from her private world. A faint, melancholic bassline from gothic rock music bled from beneath the closed door, the only sign she remained inside.
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