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A large city located in the heart of the mid-Eastern United States, it’s a bustling place with over a million people living in it. Other than being a large enough city, there is little noteworthy about this place—it has the commonalities of all cities, shopping districts, malls, culture, theatres. . . .

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#2012-07-15 20:15:31, as written by an0nymous

Rubbing the sleeve of his upper arm across his forehead, Joseph grabbed, again, the two luggage trains and quickly regained momentum from a shove off of his heels. The driveway wasn’t particularly extended, but the young man’s sense of time seemed more than slightly distorted—it was taking just as long as the journey thus far—and he tossed his head briskly from side-to-side in an attempt to recalibrate his thought process. In the clarity of hindsight, it was perhaps unwise to stop so suddenly. The even-momentary pause as the driveway’s end was abrupt enough that his heart rate had slowed, mind temporarily swimming within his skull, his blood vessels not having had an opportunity to properly constrict. Joseph spent a decent amount of time out and about, but his body wasn’t particularly accustomed to such an uninterrupted length of physical exertion. Granted, he would often go hiking or otherwise exploring, but that also meant that he allowed himself the opportunity to get distracted and stop every minute or so. Indeed, it was far less strenuous and much, much lighter.

The backs of the suitcases bumping lightly into his heels as he paused at the entranceway, the young man bent down to untie the meticulous knots that encased the bags; they should be easier to maneuver through the door in their individual forms. Then, swinging the excess rope over his left shoulder, Joseph reached out and, after a decent pause, twisted the door handle.

Admittedly, traditional etiquette would have suggested that he announce his presence in some way—ring the bell, knock on the door—after all, this was a new and unfamiliar place. That being said, it was morning; there was risk of disturbing others. The door was open; seemingly, they did not place particular energies into their own self-isolation, and perhaps most importantly, Joseph may have been a stranger, but he was not a guest. He had mailed his payment near a week ago. Who would suggest that one must ring the bell to one’s own legal place of residence? Tradition should not prove applicable in this particular situation, but as was often the case, whether or not others would accept this path of reasoning remained thus far unclear.

Indeed, it was simply a matter of habit that Joseph preferred to handle matters such as this on his own, and if he was to alert others that he was here—well, common courtesy would likewise suggest that they need assist or direct him in some way, and that was not necessarily the case. The ‘attic’ seemed self-explanatory enough, after all, and he had managed, at least decently, alone with his luggage thus far. One at a time, the young man gave a hard yank and pulled in case after case, attempting to keep the matter as silent as possible, but they were solid and heavy and did make some degree of admitted racket as they passed through the doorframe. Fortunately, it was short-lived. Pulling them to the side of the foyer and away from the entrance, he then latched on to piece number one and began hauling it backwards up the stairwell, his body remaining as close to the ground as possible so that the backside of the suitcase would slide along the stairs—rather than hit them at an angle and risk their nicking. It was quieter than it might have been, otherwise—a constant shuffle rather than a distinctive pounding—but it also caused him to take up a great amount of space on the staircase, and he was not going very quickly. Hopefully, no one would feel compelled to change floors anytime soon.

Snippet #2030319

located in Agalia, a part of The Lines Between Black and White, one of the many universes on RPG.

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