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 Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2021 7:38 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2021 8:14 pm
 Dirt on the sunset breeze.
The smell of wet concrete.
At what you might call a park, in the southernmost part of town, a small group of orange streaks could be seen tearing through the wheat growing in patches under an overpass. Etienne wrestled with the others when caught, biting ears, and growling. A family reunion for the Ninetails family. It was nice to not have to be in human form for a moment, and run around with familiar faces..
It was finally that time of year again. Etienne finally had his own place, not...quite so south. A quaint, cozy little apartment, top-most level. Lucky, too, because he had vaulted ceilings, while the others did not. The fmily reunion would be happening anytime! As if he weren't already the worst neighbor in history (music throughout the day, too many plants on the back porch dripping down, etc.) he was now on all fours, running through his home back and forth, trying to get ready. Stuck flashing back and forth between fox and upright, he put his pants on, and fell onto the floor. One could only imagine what sounds his poor neighbors would be dealing with right then.
Not that he could even tell he was being loud...
Admittedly, Etienne had left the music, and the shower running, the former quite loudly. When he came outside onto his back porch, he was brushing his teeth, and attempting to tame his hair, armed with a comb and coconut oil, "Oh, hi!" He gargled his toothbrush at his neighbor. What was his name...? As he reached for his waterig pot, he tried to remember...
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2021 8:19 pm
A pair of golden eyes made their way to the said hello, squinting to see that far away without his glasses. Not that they were prescribed or anything, but no one needed to know that. From the top most level, even his own 6’ frame would be kind of hard to see.
Alicinthe glanced around just to make sure his noisy neighbor was indeed looking at him before he managed what Alicinthe hoped was a smile and wave, hoping that the meaning would get through well enough since he was mute.
His pastel pink bangs and honey colored blonde locks sat atop his head, dripping water down his face and onto his clothes, which didn’t seem to bother him. Living on the bottom floor made it easy to sneak away down to the beach when he needed, but he wasn’t expecting to be seen tonight. He did look damp, but he was hoping it wouldn’t be noticed.
Not doing much else because they weren’t close enough to properly converse, Alicinthe hopped the railing to his back porch and let himself inside, still faintly hearing the music inside his own home. Rather than the vaulted ceilings, Alicinthe’s apartment did span the entire lower ground floor, as it was the owners first place before they sold their entire property to someone and they turned it into this apartment complex.
It was a mix between what one might call “emo”, “goth”, and “pastel” from what Alicinthe truly understood, his own attire mimicking that style. Fully pierced ears, a split tongue with tongue ring, surgically edited elf ears, and a series of body piercings created an edgy appearance he desired.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2021 8:20 pm
Ardha was certainly not as blessed as some other tenants in the building, but he had never minded having to live in one of the smaller apartments. It was just him after all and he never had a mind to entertain any visitors. Everything was as compact as he could make so that he could have more room to store notebooks and space in the middle to work on clothing alterations. It wasn't his favorite of things to do but it was a living and he could work at any and all hours. One of the few downsides was that he was surrounded on all sides by other apartments and some tenants did not tend to pay any mind to the walls being a bit thin. Left and under tended to be tolerable and considerate with the nose. Right was loud only towards the weekends. But upstairs? He was going to kill that man one day.
He had long ago forgone a bed in favor of just a couch shoved into one corner next to his laptop charger so that he could mindlessly watch movies while trying to sleep. Which is what he had been attempting to do if not for the obnoxious screeching that passed for music coming through both the floor and closed sliding door of his balcony. He was going to kill his neighbor and he was absolutely certain he could get away with it. He grumbled and tapped at his laptop, raising the volume. If he wasn't going to be able to sleep anytime soon then he could at least watch what was playing.
He made it all of five more minutes before grumbling to himself and climbing off the couch, wrapping a thin blanket around his small frame. He was always freezing even in the dead of summer, he had to have a heater and several blankets. He stepped over the current project on the floor on his way to the balcony door. Lock undone and rod removed from the track, he slid the door open, wincing as the noise only got louder.
Murder was seeming more and more like the best option.
He caught a glimpse of pastel and gold before leaning back over the railing, not even bothering to avoid the drips of water from the plants above. It reminded him he had to water his own plants but that was for later. "Shut that damn noise off," he snapped. "Some of us are trying to sleep."
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2021 8:22 pm
The fox made little reaction to the lowest neighbor, but turned his attention to the one directly below. Narrowing his eyes, he spit out of the side of his mouth, over the railing, running his tongue over his cleaned teeth, "It's called music. But you're tasteless as you are soulless." Raising his middle finger, Etienne waltzed back into his apartment, and turned it even louder.
The guy downstairs was really always moody... And he looked like he practiced the voodoo to back it up, too. So normally, Etienne would back off. Taking a deep breath, he went about his routine, making sure everything was in order to see his family. Neighbors be damned.
That was when he got the news. Not long after his abrupt run in with the neighbor, his phone rang. He knew he shouldn't have answered it.. His ears down, he hung up. No reunion this year. No one could make it. No one had the key, and a couple were sick, or too busy with kids. Who even wanted kids? If they were anything like the neighbors...
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2021 8:23 pm
Alicinthe grimaced as the music was turned up, his sensitive ears picking up on it more since he was mute in his human form. A headache beginning to form, Alicinthe wasn’t sure how to go about asking his loud neighbor to keep it down, even if just for a little bit.
He pondered around in his kitchen, gathering up ingredients to make a cake while he thought about how to politely ask. Alicinthe was very fond of baking since living as a human, he found the scents very pleasing as well as the taste.
Alicinthe wasn’t very fond of the headache he was getting, as he never experienced it much before.
An hour later Alicinthe had a black cherry flavored two tier cake with white chocolate whipped frosting and neat handwriting that said “Please keep it quiet?” Written with edible raspberry frosting.
Tucked into his hoody pocket was also a pen and paper, as Alicinthe knew many people didn’t converse through ASL.
Headache growing worse as he approached the upper level, he was squinting behind his glasses and took a deep breath, hoping the pain would subside long enough that Alicinthe could ask for some quiet.
Knocking on the door - well, at this point, he banged to make sure this noisy neighbor heard Alicinthe knocked and hoped this wouldn’t turn ugly.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2021 8:24 pm
Soulless, right. Like he hadn't heard that one a thousand times before. The music only got louder and Ardha supposed that was what he got for actually trying to do the people thing. He could solve this himself but he had to remind himself that lockpicking to fix annoyances was not the answer to every problem. The thought was still tempting even as he closed and locked the glass door. There were of course other ideas of how to rid himself of a problem. He stopped himself on his way back to the couch and shook his head as if he could shake those kind of ideas out that way. No calling on blood. That was the rule.
He climbed back onto the couch, burying himself under the weight of several blankets until he started to feel a little warm again. The pounding coming through his ceiling had not let up. They were going to be in for the long haul, weren't they? Maybe spiders. An infestation couldn't necessarily be traced back to him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2021 8:25 pm
Moping around his house, he was less than expecting guests. By then, the music was lowered, and his running had stopped. His tie was loosened, and he threw a hoodie on. He would have gone for a jog to get his energy back, but a knock on the door caught him rather off guard. Etienne opened it, peered out, and shut it again immediately. The chain lock made loud noises, as he pulled it off, and reopened the door, "What?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2021 8:26 pm
At his height, you’d think Alicinthe would radiate some sort of confidence, but he was a bit uneasy, knowing he couldn’t communicate properly. Alicinthe held out the cake, glancing down to see if his neighbor could see the words and saw it was facing himself. Quickly readjusting the cake, Alicinthe tipped it slightly so that the shorter man could see it.
His pink bangs fell into his face and Alicinthe shook his head a bit to get them out of his eyes and shifted anxiously, hoping that the man in front of him understood.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2021 8:27 pm
"Oh."
He stared at it for a long time, blinked a few, then looked back up, bored expression on his face, "I'm so sorry... Where are my manners?" The guy seemed a bit off, and uh...noncommunicative. Expressive, but.. Etienne snapped his fingers, "Can you hear me, buddy? Obviously. I mean, the cake. But you can't talk?" He waited for any sort of answer, then sort of frowned in understanding, nodding, "But you can see, right? Cool."
Etienne slapped the cake out of his neighbor's hand, and flipped him off, "Get off my porch."
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2021 8:28 pm
Alicinthe nodded and had expected this as a response and used some of his stored up magic siren energy to save the top part of the cake which also had “Please” written on it and pulled out his notepad.
He began scribbling in his nice handwriting “We aren’t on your porch, thank you, I am in the hallway. Although if you continue to be rude and this noisy, I won’t hesitate to contact whoever your lease is signed with, thank you. Please, have a good evening.”
He tore off the paper and grabbed the mans hands and placed the cake in one and the paper in the other; Alicinthe glared down at the small redhead, his eyes glowing golden as he struggled to maintain his vow of silence in human form and walked away, flipping off the smaller man as he descended the stairs.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2021 8:29 pm
Etienne felt his teeth grow sharp in his mouth, and a snarl came from his lips. He felt challenged, but didn't move. Who knew where those powers came from, or what that guy was? With his own luck, the guy was some Djinn, or Fae, and he wasn't about to get his a** handed to him. There were literally fairytales about foxes being tricked, finding a creature more cunning than themselves... Like snakes. ********, was he a Naga?
He slammed the door, and went back about his business, this time a little more quietly.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2021 8:30 pm
Ardha picked through the clothes scattered around the couch, holding up each shirt to give a sniff. It took a few tries for him to find a clean enough one and make a note on his rather bare fridge to do laundry in addition to grocery shopping. Eventually. Maybe. Some days he couldn't really be bothered but he also had some projects to drop back off to customers after the holidays so possibly before then he would do something approaching being an adult.
Another scavenger hunt for his wallet later, and he was ready to go. He had gone back and forth with himself earlier before ultimately deciding that going down to the steps would be a nice thing to do instead of making some guy have to climb a few flights of stairs. He was almost out of the door before remembering to grab his keys. He wasn't about locking himself out of his apartment again and having to climb balconies. Not with food. That and his entire body felt like a giant bruise. A new moon was coming and he would have to go for his walk. Needed to save the energy for that as the offering had been few and far in-between the past few years.
Door locked and down the stairs he went, shoving one earbud in his hear once he was on the ground floor. He settled himself against the wall so he was just back enough away from the main foot path.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2021 8:31 pm
 Alicinthe was walking down the stairs when he felt his stomach grumble and frowned. What time was it? How long had he actually spent making that stupid cake?
Completely oblivious to the middle apartment neighbor that sat on the stairs, Alicinthe made his was down to his home and glanced around looking for his phone. A brief search of his apartment later and his favorite food of sushi ordered, Alicinthe grabbed a clean hoodie and stared out his window. He too was getting restless, but not because of the moon. He’d been prolonging his visit to the ocean more and more these days. He felt more comfortable as his human self.
Glancing at time, Alicinthe went back out his front door and to the front of the apartment building where he saw his neighbor sitting and had a brief thought of what the man was doing. Alicinthe shook his head and leaned against the building, hoping his food would arrive sooner rather than later.
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2021 6:49 pm
The next few days were spent in contemplation, if anything. He was fully aware of his indiscretions after a lengthy session with his therapist. Maybe he didn't have to annoy his neighbors. They all did, after all, share a decently compact building. He should have invested in a good pair of headphones.. Etienne pulled the cake out of the fridge. He wasn't a ******** baker, so it was store-bought, but surely that didn't really matter.. An apology was an apology. His teeth grew yet again, and with a squeeze of his own hands, he gathered the cake and headed down the stairs.
Eti had been careful to pay attention to where the guy came from, and when he came and went. As creepy as it was, it made it easier to time what he had to do. Of course the other ******** neighbor was outside, too.. Just do it. Just do it anyway. ******** that guy.
He glided down the stairs with ease, ears down low as he kicked the door to what he hoped was not fae.
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