needahand: (The fuck cowboy?)
[He wasn't sure who he'd been with the night before, but who ever it was, they had gone out and left him alone in their room. That was just fine by Seth. It gave him time to use the bathroom, get cleaned up and dressed before he made his way home.

He was surprisingly well rested, odd considering what he must have done the night before, not that he could really remember much of it.

To him it was no big deal to wake up in a strange room, he did that at least three times a week. In the light of day this particular apartment was a lot cleaner than the kind he was used to. There wasn't a T.V which was weird, no newspaper either or really anything to do except a weird looking computer that was probably locked.

There was a weird little tablet phone thing which he decided to pick up and place in his pocket. Whoever it belonged to shouldn't have left it laying around should they? It was his now. He could probably get some money for it later.

After a long shower and about twenty minutes doing his eye make-up the quiet of the room got to be too deafening for him and he decided to leave. It was only when he closed the door behind him that he realised something was amiss.

His name was on the door.

Seth Aurailia

What? That was... Just what? He didn't live here. Was this a joke or trick? He examined the box on the door again and sure enough, there was his name on an electronic screen. He went back inside and looked around. There was no trace of any one else inside the apartment.

Seth looked inside the drawers somewhat frantically. There were no clothes or personal belongings, just a few more attachments for the little phone he had found. There had been no soap or toiletries in the bathroom either.

Nobody lived here...

Instinctively he withdrew the small phone-tablet again and took a closer look at it. It was not like any phone he had ever seen before. Still he managed to switch it on even though he had no idea what he was doing with it.]


Um... 'Ello?

Date: 2012-04-18 02:52 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] mottled
[Mot hisses, a good, proper Lartodec 'you are really pissing me off stop talking to me right now before I spit venom at you' sort of hiss.]

Date: 2012-04-18 03:04 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] mottled
[He can't help but smile a little grimly at that, pleased at himself.]

So. You have your own room?

Date: 2012-04-18 03:15 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] mottled
You have a... [He turns out his inventory.] Keycard, a pamphlet, and a wallet?

Date: 2012-04-18 03:31 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] mottled
Aside from the most ass-backward energy I've ever read? [He shrugs.] It's a pretty obvious set up for capture.

Date: 2012-04-18 03:42 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] mottled
As long as they don't expect me to mix any breeding genetics for them, I don't give a damn. [He mutters it, mostly to himself.]

No, there's no reason visible. But that doesn't mean there isn't one.

Date: 2012-04-18 03:46 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] mottled
If you're lucky.

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