Post by love love guilty on Sept 29, 2019 10:03:04 GMT -5
Parsley arrives at his new home - room 207. The air, cold and humid, in conjunction with the bland furnishings of the apartment gives off a 'three star hotel' vibe. It's not a wild observation to say that this one bedroom apartment is small and the décor on the frugal side, but in other places of LA, you'd be paying thousands while rooming with a dozen other people for the same thing. There is silence here, and Parsley is able to both unpack and unwind.
Post by Parsley Botch on Oct 2, 2019 15:08:35 GMT -5
The silence was both welcoming and unnerving. The man had had a hell of a week, and was still on edge, even after moving somewhere he deemed far enough away that he wouldn't be in any immediate danger. Maybe.
Not even bothering to unpack his suitcase, he'd open his briefcase instead, spreading papers across his bed for a better look at them all. Pacing restlessly. Stopping to look again.
Thinking back to a conversation he had earlier that week.
"Let's just run away, Pars. I'll change my name, we can lay low... We don't have to ever look back."
No. It was never that easy. If they wanted to find them, they would.
"Martin... we can't just keep running forever-"
He was cut off.
"Don't do it, Pars."
He would shake his head, starting to put the papers back into the briefcase.
".... I hate unpacking."
Last Edit: Oct 2, 2019 15:09:05 GMT -5 by Parsley Botch: nonspecific thing for the thing