07-10-2016, 04:18 PM
Amber took a look at the stairs leading up to the second floor after Arty and Carmel went ahead. They looked safe enough, but while walking on them they seemed to give the opposite impression. The combined weight of both the faunus and her sword was only 120 pounds and both her companions made it up without trouble, yet to the cat girl the stairs felt like they wanted to cave in and swallow her.
The second floor was a bit dark due to the dim lighting along with there only being two windows on either end of the hallway near the stairs. Lucky, being related to cats had its perks. Her keen eyes pierced the darker parts of the hallway in shady gray hues. “There should be four rooms Carmel said. Make sure there's no bad guys, right.” Amber knew she was alone on this floor and that unsettled her, but it wouldn't stop her.
The first room, 201, was on the faunus's left. “201? Why not just make it room 1? There's not hundreds of rooms in this place. Ah nevermind let's just get this over with.” She tried the knob to find it was unlocked. Pushing the door open carefully, with rifle at the ready she moved in quickly. The curtains were open so it was much brighter in the room than the hallway. It was a simple, standard apartment room. The basic one room, living room and bathroom. “Maybe the rooms are better on the upper floors? Well, nothing here. Next room.” She whispered to herself and proceeded to the hallway. Across the hall was room 202. Amber smirked as a joke floated in her head. “Let's see what's behind door number two!” She twisted the handle and pushed the door to find this one was locked. “Well, the new sports car has to be behind this one.” The gears in Razorback hummed as the blade spun around and the grip of the sword shot out.
With a mighty swing, the door cracked open where the deadbolt was. Wood splintered back towards Amber and bounced off her face. “No one denies me my sports cars!” She yelled, as her scroll started ringing.
++Amber what just happened, it sounded like a wall just caved in down there.++
“Everything's alright, found a locked door and busted the deadbolt out of place to get in.”
++Alright, be careful if the door was locked.++
“Yes yes, I know.” She closed her scroll and pushed the door open, Razorback at the ready once more. She stepped in and was met with darkness again. This room smelled terrible, like some left a dead animal carcass lying around. The room was so gray in here to Amber that it was hard to make out anything but general shapes. As she carefully edged her way to open the curtains, something caught under her feet and tripped her up. It rolled away and hit something else with clinking noise. Now the smell was even worse, in fact it was unbearable. The cat girl covered her nose. “Oh my god, who died?! I just wanted my sports car!” She stood and found herself directly in front of the curtains. Swinging them open, she turned around and fell back onto the sliding glass door that led to the balcony covering her mouth trying not to scream. A dead, decaying body lied on the couch of this room surrounded by bottles of beer. Rats scoured away as they saw the light and flies shifted slightly startled at the sudden movement. The female body laid there, obviously well past dead, but Amber’s mind flashed back to the beach. The dead bodies there weren't nearly as decayed but nevertheless her heart skipped three beats. Bolting out of the room, the faunus closed the door behind her. She continued to search the last of the rooms, a little more shaken up than necessary.
The second floor was a bit dark due to the dim lighting along with there only being two windows on either end of the hallway near the stairs. Lucky, being related to cats had its perks. Her keen eyes pierced the darker parts of the hallway in shady gray hues. “There should be four rooms Carmel said. Make sure there's no bad guys, right.” Amber knew she was alone on this floor and that unsettled her, but it wouldn't stop her.
The first room, 201, was on the faunus's left. “201? Why not just make it room 1? There's not hundreds of rooms in this place. Ah nevermind let's just get this over with.” She tried the knob to find it was unlocked. Pushing the door open carefully, with rifle at the ready she moved in quickly. The curtains were open so it was much brighter in the room than the hallway. It was a simple, standard apartment room. The basic one room, living room and bathroom. “Maybe the rooms are better on the upper floors? Well, nothing here. Next room.” She whispered to herself and proceeded to the hallway. Across the hall was room 202. Amber smirked as a joke floated in her head. “Let's see what's behind door number two!” She twisted the handle and pushed the door to find this one was locked. “Well, the new sports car has to be behind this one.” The gears in Razorback hummed as the blade spun around and the grip of the sword shot out.
With a mighty swing, the door cracked open where the deadbolt was. Wood splintered back towards Amber and bounced off her face. “No one denies me my sports cars!” She yelled, as her scroll started ringing.
++Amber what just happened, it sounded like a wall just caved in down there.++
“Everything's alright, found a locked door and busted the deadbolt out of place to get in.”
++Alright, be careful if the door was locked.++
“Yes yes, I know.” She closed her scroll and pushed the door open, Razorback at the ready once more. She stepped in and was met with darkness again. This room smelled terrible, like some left a dead animal carcass lying around. The room was so gray in here to Amber that it was hard to make out anything but general shapes. As she carefully edged her way to open the curtains, something caught under her feet and tripped her up. It rolled away and hit something else with clinking noise. Now the smell was even worse, in fact it was unbearable. The cat girl covered her nose. “Oh my god, who died?! I just wanted my sports car!” She stood and found herself directly in front of the curtains. Swinging them open, she turned around and fell back onto the sliding glass door that led to the balcony covering her mouth trying not to scream. A dead, decaying body lied on the couch of this room surrounded by bottles of beer. Rats scoured away as they saw the light and flies shifted slightly startled at the sudden movement. The female body laid there, obviously well past dead, but Amber’s mind flashed back to the beach. The dead bodies there weren't nearly as decayed but nevertheless her heart skipped three beats. Bolting out of the room, the faunus closed the door behind her. She continued to search the last of the rooms, a little more shaken up than necessary.
"I've been neglected, harassed, beaten, and diminished all my life. What motivates me to continue? The glory of proving people wrong. Being worth more than the numbing existence offered me. To be a hero." - Amber