[PRP] Hey, this is MY room! [Alastor x Kane]

[Erina_Nobara]

Al was tired. He had only been here in Doveport for a short while. He had been sent here as part of his rehabilitation program and was currently waiting for a few of his pokemon to make their way through the ‘customs’ transferring over process. So at this point in time there wasn’t as much for him to do just yet. Other than getting used to his new home away from home and preparing for future expeditions. He would have gone out to explore the town, but today he just wasn’t feeling it. Instead he lay huddled under a blanket in the far corner of his room. He almost blended in with the pile of pillows and other junk he had laying around. Just a blob on the floor. Yes he had made himself comfortable in an odd spot. Why not sleep in his bed? Obviously because it was already cluttered with his belongings. He had made a real mess of the place pretty quickly. The first thing he did when he got there, he plopped his suitcase and bags down on the floor and the next thing he knew his ‘unpacking’ process turned into just tossing things wherever was convenient. He really should get around to cleaning it up but… the disorganization made him feel more at home honestly so he was in no rush to change that. So for now he slept, lightly snoring in the comfort of his new room.

Upon closer inspection there were ashtrays lying about along with a sewing kit, sheet music, a guitar, some books. On top of the tv was a stack of dvds and comics. The mini fridge on the other hand was almost empty. Not cluttered at all. A stark contrast to everything else around. There was also a journal, some travel supplies, a backpack, first aid kit, and some empty pokeballs.

The place was very disorganized. Definitely could be a hazard if someone didn’t clean it up. Luckily someone was about to arrive and change all that, whether Al liked it or not.

Because unfortunately or maybe fortunately for Al, he had left his door unlocked.

(wc: 357)

 

[TheFinalFinalBoss]

Kane walked down the hallway trying his best to be quiet so as not to disturb his new neighbors. He carried a box of various household basics under his huge left arm, while in his right hand he held a slip of paper with the number 319 written on it. He eyed the doorplates as he walked looking for what would be his new home. Soon, he arrived at his apartment. Sooner than expected actually, his brow furrowed as he frowned at the number. "Seems somebody can't count." He muttered looking at the door plate that read 319. to the left was 315 and to the right was 317. "Eh, whatever. A shorter walk I guess."

Kane slipped the paper into his vest pocket and dug out his room key, as he held the key up to open the door, he realized it was already open. Frowning again, he leaned his shoulder against the door and pushed it open. Nothing out of the ordinary to him, they'd mentioned they were expecting him after all. As he stepped into the apartment, he closed the door behind. For a moment he stood in silence before exclaiming to himself "Arceus' ass, what is all this crap?!"

The apartment definitely looked as though it was previously occupied. Piles of laundry, garbage bags, full ash trays, dust, it was as though the place had never been clean to start with. Kane inhaled deeply in exasperation, immediately regretting it as it seemed there was something rotting in the sink or possibly the overflowing trash can. Coughing, Kane set his box of amenities down. Growling to himself, he opened the box and put on a pair of rubber gloves, "I'm going to have a lotta words for this program director and ain't none of 'em going to be pleasant." And with that he started to clean the room.

Whoever lived here before had clearly never heard the phrase, a clean home is a happy home. Kane was like a whirlwind as he grabbed and threw items into trash bags. Filled ash trays and unopened cigarette boxes, old snack and instant meal wrappers, whatever was in the sink too went into garbage bag after garbage bag. "What on earth?" Kane paused momentarily holding up a piece of cloth. It un-wadded itself to reveal a pair of purple briefs with a Haunter face printed on the seat. "Disgusting."

Eventually, Kane had the place looking quite proper. The living area and kitchen were all cleaned up, shiny dishes sat in the drying rack, and the trash can had a fresh new garbage bag. Kane turned to face the last remaining garbage pile in the abode. He had been avoiding this corner as he’d noticed it moving a bit while he was working on the rest of the apartment. "Please don't let it be some Rattata nest. Or whatever the region equivalent is." Kane lamented as he grabbed another bag and approached the corner cautiously.

(WC: 492)