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Post by Scribble on Jan 19, 2015 22:47:04 GMT
Cyn The sun was beginning to go down as Felix opened the door to the apartment in the housing district. The apartment belonged to him and his brother, Zipzi, and for the most part was clean. He opened the door and glanced around the living room for a moment, before hanging his coat in the closet. The young man had just come home from a walk and was now in the mood to express his creativity. Yet there was one small issue, he had no idea where his one of his current drawing books was. Felix had multiple books, since he often had a disorganized room, making it difficult to really find anything in the clutter. He slipped off his shoes and walk on the carpeted floor to his small room, of which was messy like always and began to search. [ Scribble is much tired. ]
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Post by Cyn on Jan 20, 2015 0:47:28 GMT
Zipzi was sprinting through the streets. He had punched a guy in the streets and his friend had phoned the cops. Zipzi would have stayed and fought but he really didn't want to be arrested. That would mean explaining to Felix why he got arrested so he would avoid it. That's why he was running away. He skidded around a corner and started sprinting down the street that his house was on. He hoped that Felix wasn't home yet as he opened the door to the apartment building and ran to where their their apartment was. He flung his shoes and coat basically across the room then rushed to the window.
Zipzi couldn't see any police cars so he assumed he was safe and closed the blinds. He then rushed to his room and started searching through his closet for things. He had lots of things stuffed in his closet, none of which were actual cloths, which he had in random drawers around the room. When Zipzi found a laptop that he had burried halfway in a pile of blankets he pulled it out and ran into the kitchen to make some food from a website he had seen earlier. He wanted to learn how to cook something other than noodles. Zipzi was a very faced paced guy to say the least.
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Post by Scribble on Jan 21, 2015 22:23:25 GMT
As Felix rummaged about in his room, he heard the door open and shut with a click. He hadn't expected the door to open after he had gotten home, considering it was rather late. He heard a few hasty steps and after a while, silence. Felix paused for a moment, then took one last glance around his disorganized room. He knew a few things, that his brother was most likely home and that he had no hopes of finding the book.
Felix rose from the floor where he had been searching and exited the room. He closed the door quietly behind him and made his way to the kitchen, where his brother was. "What was with the running?" Felix asked curiously, not bothering with a greeting.
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Post by Cyn on Jan 22, 2015 4:26:11 GMT
Zipzi looked up when he heard his brother's voice. He smiled and continued reading off of his computer and writing down ingredients he needed. Zipzi had made sure to choose the easiest recipe so that he didn't have to buy new ingredients. Easy solution. "Well, I'm making food." Zipzi stated, not really answering the question.
He pulled started root through their cupboards. "Hey, Felix, do we have any flour? Where's our flour? What about salt?" Zipzi opened the fridge and took out a carton of eggs then started rooting through their cupboards again. "Listen, I'm trying to make goldfish crackers. This site here says I can make them pretty easily. So where is... all of our cooking supplies?" Zipzi smiled and the started rooting through all the cupboards again.
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Post by Scribble on Jan 23, 2015 2:20:34 GMT
Felix shrugged off the fact that his brother hadn't given him a proper answer. There was simply no need for an interrogation to occur in their kitchen, and Felix was certain his brother wasn't doing anything wrong. After a few mere seconds his brother began to ask about ingredients and cooking supplies. "Well the flour is in the pantry and the salt is on the counter," Felix said, answering the first question. He laughed to himself, finding the last question kind of funny.
"Pretty much in all the drawers and cupboards in this room, really depends on what you need," Felix answered. He smiled as he watched his brother begin to root through the cupboards again.
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