'A little bungalow with some strange new friends...' [Downtown]
Who: Bakura; Olette; Cain more than welcome to barge in :3
Where: Downtown
What: Looking for a place to live
When: After Bakura said he was going to do so...
Rating: PG-13
[it really isn't a bungalow, by the way. I just &hearts the song. AND SORRY I TOOK TOO LONG TO GET TO THIS!]
Hours after having ended all converations with Wrath, Nabooru, Ryou, his "secret admirer", and everyone else he bothered and was bothered by via his communication device, Bakura packed what very little he had and headed out of the hotel. He was determined to find somewhere to live far away from his ex-host...and every other person that was liable to bug him.
After several hours of wandering about aimlessly, he found the perfect place of residence.
A glassy high-rise reached out into the midnight sky. Though not as tall as the surrounding buildings (which he figured were used for businesses anyway), there was something about it that seemed rather...irresistable. Curious, he walked inside.
Just as he thought, the building was indeed an apartment building...a grand one at that, judging by the lobby. In the middle of the lobby was a gold metal-plated fountain, with various forms of shrubbery surrounding it. The walls were solid marble, and the front desk, like the fountain, was gold-plated. A grand chandelier hung from, bathing the room in golden light. About the only things that he found disturbing about the setting was that, again, it was completely empty, and faint strains of music could be hurd.
Cautiously, he walked towards the desk. On it sat a key and a slip of paper that read "Floor 14" in carefully printed letters. Pushing aside the fact that the mysterious note added more creepiness to the situation, he headed for the nearest elevator, which, to his delight, was also plated with gold metal.
The elevator doors slid opening, revealing a floral wallpaper that was printed gold and beige patterns and a thick, red carpet. A hand moved from his side to the button panel of the elevator, then stopped.
He tilted his head in confusion as he stared blankly at the panel.
G, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13...P. H.?
P. H. ...?
A closed-mouth smirk spread across his face as the meaning of the abbreviation dawned on him.
Penthouse.
[[ooc: I don't know if this bit of information helps; it's a two-levelled penthouse o.o]]
Where: Downtown
What: Looking for a place to live
When: After Bakura said he was going to do so...
Rating: PG-13
[it really isn't a bungalow, by the way. I just &hearts the song. AND SORRY I TOOK TOO LONG TO GET TO THIS!]
Hours after having ended all converations with Wrath, Nabooru, Ryou, his "secret admirer", and everyone else he bothered and was bothered by via his communication device, Bakura packed what very little he had and headed out of the hotel. He was determined to find somewhere to live far away from his ex-host...and every other person that was liable to bug him.
After several hours of wandering about aimlessly, he found the perfect place of residence.
A glassy high-rise reached out into the midnight sky. Though not as tall as the surrounding buildings (which he figured were used for businesses anyway), there was something about it that seemed rather...irresistable. Curious, he walked inside.
Just as he thought, the building was indeed an apartment building...a grand one at that, judging by the lobby. In the middle of the lobby was a gold metal-plated fountain, with various forms of shrubbery surrounding it. The walls were solid marble, and the front desk, like the fountain, was gold-plated. A grand chandelier hung from, bathing the room in golden light. About the only things that he found disturbing about the setting was that, again, it was completely empty, and faint strains of music could be hurd.
Cautiously, he walked towards the desk. On it sat a key and a slip of paper that read "Floor 14" in carefully printed letters. Pushing aside the fact that the mysterious note added more creepiness to the situation, he headed for the nearest elevator, which, to his delight, was also plated with gold metal.
The elevator doors slid opening, revealing a floral wallpaper that was printed gold and beige patterns and a thick, red carpet. A hand moved from his side to the button panel of the elevator, then stopped.
He tilted his head in confusion as he stared blankly at the panel.
G, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13...P. H.?
P. H. ...?
A closed-mouth smirk spread across his face as the meaning of the abbreviation dawned on him.
Penthouse.
[[ooc: I don't know if this bit of information helps; it's a two-levelled penthouse o.o]]