T H E M E
The Pub (P2TM RP Group)
OOC
- Mina Harker
Sunset Grove Apartments, Bangor, Maine - October 1999
Beep-beep-beep.
Beep-beep-beep.
Beep-beep-beep.
A small hand blindly reached out from under the blankets, hitting the bedside table once, twice before coming down atop the alarm clock and silencing it, allowing for a few moments more of blissful silence. Begrudgingly, the sleeping form stirred, sitting upright with dark coloured hair messy from sleep. She looked over to the clock and could just make out the numbers: 10:00 a.m.
Mina Harker yawned as she stretched her arms high over her head. Kicking the covers off herself, she slipped down from the Queen-sized bed and carefully made her way across the room, feet bare against the thin carpet, stepping over clothes and an empty bag of Lays potato chips and avoiding the small patch of sunlight which filtered in through a gap in the venetian blinds. She did her business in the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and then returned to her bedroom to change from her pajamas (a tank-top and shorts) into something a bit more presentable, deciding on loose-fitting jeans and a navy sweater with too-long sleeves that covered her hands. Lastly came the square-rimmed glasses, the blurriness of morning beaten away with a sharp clarity. Mina yawned, again, and then looked herself over in the mirror standing next to the dresser. Small and looking like a fatigued child who'd stayed up past their bedtime — she had, having spent much of the night playing Half-Life — but "normal" otherwise. Not entirely enthusiastic. A valiant attempt was made to tidy her unkempt mess of hair but, ultimately, it proved a futile gesture so Mina left it as is.
Not bothering to lock her apartment behind her, Mina ambled down the unfashionably dated hallway and around the bend to the old elevator, ignored it, and then took the stairs as the elevator only worked some-of-the-time but mostly not-at-all. The lobby was similarly dated in its decor with a dusty chandelier, plain walls and uninspired tiled flooring, and velvet chairs of varying colors that would be right at home in a Disco parlor. The open room was also too bright for Mina's liking so she quickly ducked inside the lobby where it was pleasantly dark.
There came a small knock on the door a few minutes later and, soon after, the overhead lamp came to life with an irritating brightness as You entered the room, flipping the light switch to "ON" as she went, and bringing with her a plate of store-bought waffles. She greeted Mina and sat the food atop the hardwood desk. "I brought you breakfast," she said, her voice soft and friendly. A noticeable chill followed her into the room despite the heavy coat she wore.
Mina ate. "They're cold," she said matter-of-factly. You started to apologize but Mina assured her that it was okay, making a point to eat the waffles despite their unpleasantness. You wasn't the best of cooks, being the sort who was unable to boil water (quite literally), but she was kind and always brought Mina breakfast in the morning. The food wasn't top-notch, nowhere near it actually, being precooked or processed or boxed or canned, but Mina appreciated the effort despite her usual exasperation. Was better than eating junk food for breakfast nine-times-outta-ten. Mina thanked You and finished the waffles without complaint.
You, being the more dependable of those employed at Sunset Grove, informed Mina of what needed taken care of: rent was due, a washing machine required some repair, and a new tenant would be arriving today for move-in.
"Another vampire," You said, more-so to herself than to Mina, trace amounts of excitement plainly evident in her tone. As someone who greatly enjoyed supernatural fiction — favoring stories with vampires, oftentimes romantic — the timid and unassuming You had had a near aneurysm upon meeting Mina (an amusing story in itself), incessantly asking question after question after question, often mundane or inspired by what she'd read, and at one point had offered to be the vampire's servant (Mina turned down the offer but You insisted, hence her working at Sunset Grove). Now she personally knew three vampires plus a dhampir and another had already signed the lease.
Mina rested her head atop the desk wishing she'd slept in. Being productive, she asked when the new tenant would be arriving.
"He should be here soon," You answered.
"Actually, I have already arrived."
You jumped in alarm as the man appeared in the doorway behind her, the temperature of the room dropping several degrees in her mousy panic. The man was tall, smartly dressed, and although average in appearance carried a certain charm that was not easily dismissed. The man stepped into the office and bowed slightly. Sebastian Alucard, the new tenant. Vampire.
"It is good to see you again, Miss Grigorcea," he said.
The girl gave a dismissive hand gesture. "It's Mina."
Sebastian smiled. "I myself am a fan of Stoker's work. It is fitting."
Mina shrugged. She hadn't actually read the book nor had she seen the movie.
The man had already signed the lease so all that was left to do was to hand over the key, which You did after fishing it out from a filing cabinet, and Mina escorted the man to his apartment to 1) ensure that the key was correct and 2) to answer any last-minute questions the new tenant may have. Sebastian was pleasant enough, always had been, and knew to avoid encroaching on sensitive subjects (such as Mina's parents or the previous landlord). Smalltalk was friendly but one-sided. They eventually reached Apartment 301 and, unsurprisingly, the key fit the lock. Mina asked if there was anything else and then left the man to move-in in peace.
She was in the stairwell when she literally bumped into another tenant. A man slightly younger in appearance than Sebastian, and who smelled faintly of vodka. Room 204: Miroslaw Gorski. Human. He muttered an apology, his words thick with a Polish accent, and then continued on down the stairs to the lobby and beyond. Mina watched him until he was gone and then sauntered back to the lobby only to find that You had gone off somewhere.
Mina turned off the lights to the office and returned the room to comfortable darkness.