Post by MARK I on Nov 25, 2018 13:01:32 GMT -5
Xavior (X-2)
The alarm went off in room 22A9. It was a shabby living place int a one of the cities least desirable living places. The apartment had only two rooms and one bathroom. Carl rose from the living room couch, shambling over to the kitchen room counter where the alarm clock laid knock over besides an empty bottle of jack and some dice.
The alram blared loudly, stinging his ears as he reached to turn it off. His head swiveled over into Xavior's room door for a moment, it was closed, locked no doubt.
"Jesus Xman.." He uttered as he surveyed the carnage of the room. Panties and bras hung from the door handle. Scraps of pizza, chips and other party essentials were scattered throughout the small area of the living room in which Carl had been forced to sleep in.
Carl was a lanky young man in his mid twenties. He was a computer science engineer and a chemistry major at a prestigious college before getting a job at this place called "Better Inc" A software development/ drug lab which specialized in crating medicines and machines for hospitals and other laboratories. Carl stood about five feet and nine inches off of the ground. He wore oversize and baggy pants, a lazy man's attire to be sure but not entirely by choice. He had odd proportions that became very apparent when wearing clothing that fit him well. Due to this and a long list of insecurities he found it helped him feel better to just look a bit slobish.
He had met Xavior at the lab a few months ago, before it was destroyed. The two formed some what of a relationship quickly before being forced out of a job when the lab was destroyed. Probably by protesters. Having no money and no job Xavior helped Carl get a job at a local bar the two worked at called the blue collar country club. Today would be Carl's second day on the job and he was late.
It was the weekend of black Friday, post thanksgiving. A major wave of party goers would surely be filling their cups tonight in celebration of the holiday season, as well as last night's big football game win, or whatever sport it was with the team that won. Carl was never much a fan of sports or drinking, he just needed some money and a place to stay until he could get back on his feet.
Xavior was a strange man and if the constant women he brought in and out of his room were any indication. he was a popular man.
"Knock knock knock!!"
"Hey X-man! We gotta go! put your juggernaut away and get dressed..There are reservations at the club tonight buddy and..I left my keys in your room..."
Carl could her the groaning of women inside as they protested being woken up. His cheeks flushed red with what the room might look like on the inside.
"Buddy? Are you in there??" He hesitantly uttered, rhetorically and awkwardly. Not truly knowing what else to say.
"We're gonna bbb..be late!"
W.C- 520/ T.W.C- 520
The alarm went off in room 22A9. It was a shabby living place int a one of the cities least desirable living places. The apartment had only two rooms and one bathroom. Carl rose from the living room couch, shambling over to the kitchen room counter where the alarm clock laid knock over besides an empty bottle of jack and some dice.
The alram blared loudly, stinging his ears as he reached to turn it off. His head swiveled over into Xavior's room door for a moment, it was closed, locked no doubt.
"Jesus Xman.." He uttered as he surveyed the carnage of the room. Panties and bras hung from the door handle. Scraps of pizza, chips and other party essentials were scattered throughout the small area of the living room in which Carl had been forced to sleep in.
Carl was a lanky young man in his mid twenties. He was a computer science engineer and a chemistry major at a prestigious college before getting a job at this place called "Better Inc" A software development/ drug lab which specialized in crating medicines and machines for hospitals and other laboratories. Carl stood about five feet and nine inches off of the ground. He wore oversize and baggy pants, a lazy man's attire to be sure but not entirely by choice. He had odd proportions that became very apparent when wearing clothing that fit him well. Due to this and a long list of insecurities he found it helped him feel better to just look a bit slobish.
He had met Xavior at the lab a few months ago, before it was destroyed. The two formed some what of a relationship quickly before being forced out of a job when the lab was destroyed. Probably by protesters. Having no money and no job Xavior helped Carl get a job at a local bar the two worked at called the blue collar country club. Today would be Carl's second day on the job and he was late.
It was the weekend of black Friday, post thanksgiving. A major wave of party goers would surely be filling their cups tonight in celebration of the holiday season, as well as last night's big football game win, or whatever sport it was with the team that won. Carl was never much a fan of sports or drinking, he just needed some money and a place to stay until he could get back on his feet.
Xavior was a strange man and if the constant women he brought in and out of his room were any indication. he was a popular man.
"Knock knock knock!!"
"Hey X-man! We gotta go! put your juggernaut away and get dressed..There are reservations at the club tonight buddy and..I left my keys in your room..."
Carl could her the groaning of women inside as they protested being woken up. His cheeks flushed red with what the room might look like on the inside.
"Buddy? Are you in there??" He hesitantly uttered, rhetorically and awkwardly. Not truly knowing what else to say.
"We're gonna bbb..be late!"
W.C- 520/ T.W.C- 520
