((This happens the same day as Peace and Sandwiches))
Katarina was fidgeting with the locket once she made her way up New Haven to Elemental Arms. Small duffel bag on her shoulder, she tried to stretch out her tired muscles from the vigorous practice with an easy walk. Wearing a long red jacket to cover up her dress, she went to the call box and pressed down on Locke's button, "Shave an' a haircu'...?" Her tone ascended slightly as she was not completely confident in repeating his usual greeting.
The answer was nearly instantaneous, coming through before the static and hiss had a chance to kick in. "Two bits!" There was a buzz, and a familiar orange light came on at the same time the lobby doors unlocked. "Are you coming up, or am I meeting you in the lobby?"
She glanced down at her ensemble, and then pursed her lips, "Well, yeah I kin come up fer a bit. Got mah some pants 'n mah bag an' 'm 'lready wearin' a good coat."
"I'll make things as warm as I can, then." The speaker shut off with a *click*.
Walking away from the box, she entered into the lobby to catch just the last of the light leaving the sundown. The room was empty, and she took her time walking towards the stairs to simply enjoy the sight. This room brought several warm memories, and so it left a small smile on her face as she walked up the stairs, some two at a time, before reached the third floor. It pained her left ankle slightly, but that couldn't be noticed through her smile as she stood in front of Locke's door and gave it a swift knock.
It took a little while longer for Locke to get to the door than one might have expected; even though she had talked to him just a few moments earlier, he still wasn't used to having visitors in his apartment. He had made an attempt to make the apartment feel more lived in, but the white walls and furniture (and lack of much else in the way of decorating or interior design) made the flat feel lonely, even if he had placed a coffee table book on the coffee table. It wasn't nearly enough. To the immediate left was a small closet, while to the right was a tall counter (with a bowl of fruit sitting on it) that split the opening foyer from the kitchen. Straight ahead was the living room, and immediately beyond that was a glass door with shut blinds that lead out to a balcony. Locke opened the door with a bright smile on his face and gestured for her to enter with a wave of his hand. "It is good to see you again, Katarina."
"An' ya Locke. Two times 'n one day? 'm feeling pretty lucky." She walked inside from the door and gave him a swift hug. "How was th' res' o' work? Hmm, wait." She removed her bag, set it on the floor, and started rifling through it. "Lemme put 'n these pants so I kin keep some feelin' 'n mah legs." Her ballet slippers almost tumbled out of the bag before she removed the pants and zipped the bag back up. She looked around for just a moment, before smiling again and held up a finger, "One second." And she was off to his bathroom to slip on the simple black leggings in privacy.
"Want some food?" Locke called out to Katarina as she went down the hall to his bathroom. The same bland decor was present there, with cold tiles replacing the carpenting in the living room. He wandered over from the entrance to his apartment into the kitchen, grabbing an apple out of the fruit basket and taking a bite. The brick red blazer was gone now, leaving him with just the white dress shirt, slacks, and shoes he'd worn earlier. He had put on a tie, though, a black one with tiny white dots, and a silver tie bar as well.
"Umm... nah, 'm okay." Legs more covered and significantly warmer, she removed her gloves to press her warm hands around her neck for a few moments, before returning the gloves and exiting the room. "So, th' res' o' work was good, yeah?" She paused out of the hall as Locke was gone from her vision of sight.
He stepped back in sight near the kitchen entrance, holding an apple in his left hand. Inside his apartment, he had taken his gloves off, but he kept his right hand out of sight as much as he could. "It was rather uneventful, but good otherwise. How was practice?"
"Long. Bu' everythin's all togetha fer th' show." She reached into a pocket of her coat, and removed a single ticket to hand over to him, "This is yers, an' yer righ' nex'ta Jo an' all o' 'em."
"Thank you most kindly." The scarred right hand snaked forward to take the ticket and returned to his side quickly, before he tipped his head down the hall, past the bathroom. "I will be back momentarily."
"Sure thin'." She watched him walk by before heading towards his living room and sitting in a corner of the couch as she waited. She brought up her legs on the couch and folded them under her.
The door to the bedroom opened and shut quietly, before the apartment grew silent once again. A minute later, the door opened once again, and he padded his way back to the living room. He now had on black leather gloves, and his right hand was holding a gold key. "Would you like to go out on the balcony?"
She eyed the key in his hand, and opened her mouth for the immediate tease that came to her mind. However, she closed her mouth, smiled, and kept it to herself. "Ya, I'd like ta go." She stood up and tried to promptly swipe the key.
He jerked his hand back, clucking his tongue. "Ah, ah, ah! What's the magic word?" He kept his right hand behind his back, as he nibbled on the apple in his left one slowly.
She held out her white gloved hand palm out in front of him, "Please?" She fluttered her lashes for him.
The hand slowly emerged from its hiding place, before it quickly slapped the key down in her hand. He didn't pull away once the exchange had been made. "How can I resist?" He gestured toward the door. "I keep the balcony door locked, because I've never had reason to go out on it."
"Well, now ya do." She used her other hand to pry out the key so that way their hands were still together. Tightening her grip on him, she led him towards the back door and started to unlock it, "I dunno whay ya wouldn'. I'd think jist havin' a chair out'd be nice, yeah?" Unlocking the door, she pulled it open and waited for him to go out first.
"I don't have many visitors." Any, if he was being entirely honest, but he wasn't quite prepared to say that at the moment. "Usually, I would just go up on the roof and sit in the garden, when the weather was colder." It was a simple concrete patio, without any furniture, and just a painted white wrought iron barrier between them and the stories below. In the distance were some of the hills that made up Battlefield Park, just a short walk away from Locke's complex. There were also a handful of shorter buildings below and closer to where they stood, but the horizon dominated the view from there.
"Well yeah, bu' nah even fer yerself?" She released his hand just so that she could lean against the iron barrier and look down at the space between them and the ground, "Since ya said ya go up ta th' roof, I take it yer nah 'fraid o' heights?" She looked over to him from her leaned position.
The apple was getting pretty close to being nothing but core, but he continued to nosh away at it anyway. In between bites, he replied. "I would have been a poor burglar if I was afraid of heights, now, wouldn't I? No, I have never had problems with rooftops or ladders or anything of that sort."
Katarina was fidgeting with the locket once she made her way up New Haven to Elemental Arms. Small duffel bag on her shoulder, she tried to stretch out her tired muscles from the vigorous practice with an easy walk. Wearing a long red jacket to cover up her dress, she went to the call box and pressed down on Locke's button, "Shave an' a haircu'...?" Her tone ascended slightly as she was not completely confident in repeating his usual greeting.
The answer was nearly instantaneous, coming through before the static and hiss had a chance to kick in. "Two bits!" There was a buzz, and a familiar orange light came on at the same time the lobby doors unlocked. "Are you coming up, or am I meeting you in the lobby?"
She glanced down at her ensemble, and then pursed her lips, "Well, yeah I kin come up fer a bit. Got mah some pants 'n mah bag an' 'm 'lready wearin' a good coat."
"I'll make things as warm as I can, then." The speaker shut off with a *click*.
Walking away from the box, she entered into the lobby to catch just the last of the light leaving the sundown. The room was empty, and she took her time walking towards the stairs to simply enjoy the sight. This room brought several warm memories, and so it left a small smile on her face as she walked up the stairs, some two at a time, before reached the third floor. It pained her left ankle slightly, but that couldn't be noticed through her smile as she stood in front of Locke's door and gave it a swift knock.
It took a little while longer for Locke to get to the door than one might have expected; even though she had talked to him just a few moments earlier, he still wasn't used to having visitors in his apartment. He had made an attempt to make the apartment feel more lived in, but the white walls and furniture (and lack of much else in the way of decorating or interior design) made the flat feel lonely, even if he had placed a coffee table book on the coffee table. It wasn't nearly enough. To the immediate left was a small closet, while to the right was a tall counter (with a bowl of fruit sitting on it) that split the opening foyer from the kitchen. Straight ahead was the living room, and immediately beyond that was a glass door with shut blinds that lead out to a balcony. Locke opened the door with a bright smile on his face and gestured for her to enter with a wave of his hand. "It is good to see you again, Katarina."
"An' ya Locke. Two times 'n one day? 'm feeling pretty lucky." She walked inside from the door and gave him a swift hug. "How was th' res' o' work? Hmm, wait." She removed her bag, set it on the floor, and started rifling through it. "Lemme put 'n these pants so I kin keep some feelin' 'n mah legs." Her ballet slippers almost tumbled out of the bag before she removed the pants and zipped the bag back up. She looked around for just a moment, before smiling again and held up a finger, "One second." And she was off to his bathroom to slip on the simple black leggings in privacy.
"Want some food?" Locke called out to Katarina as she went down the hall to his bathroom. The same bland decor was present there, with cold tiles replacing the carpenting in the living room. He wandered over from the entrance to his apartment into the kitchen, grabbing an apple out of the fruit basket and taking a bite. The brick red blazer was gone now, leaving him with just the white dress shirt, slacks, and shoes he'd worn earlier. He had put on a tie, though, a black one with tiny white dots, and a silver tie bar as well.
"Umm... nah, 'm okay." Legs more covered and significantly warmer, she removed her gloves to press her warm hands around her neck for a few moments, before returning the gloves and exiting the room. "So, th' res' o' work was good, yeah?" She paused out of the hall as Locke was gone from her vision of sight.
He stepped back in sight near the kitchen entrance, holding an apple in his left hand. Inside his apartment, he had taken his gloves off, but he kept his right hand out of sight as much as he could. "It was rather uneventful, but good otherwise. How was practice?"
"Long. Bu' everythin's all togetha fer th' show." She reached into a pocket of her coat, and removed a single ticket to hand over to him, "This is yers, an' yer righ' nex'ta Jo an' all o' 'em."
"Thank you most kindly." The scarred right hand snaked forward to take the ticket and returned to his side quickly, before he tipped his head down the hall, past the bathroom. "I will be back momentarily."
"Sure thin'." She watched him walk by before heading towards his living room and sitting in a corner of the couch as she waited. She brought up her legs on the couch and folded them under her.
The door to the bedroom opened and shut quietly, before the apartment grew silent once again. A minute later, the door opened once again, and he padded his way back to the living room. He now had on black leather gloves, and his right hand was holding a gold key. "Would you like to go out on the balcony?"
She eyed the key in his hand, and opened her mouth for the immediate tease that came to her mind. However, she closed her mouth, smiled, and kept it to herself. "Ya, I'd like ta go." She stood up and tried to promptly swipe the key.
He jerked his hand back, clucking his tongue. "Ah, ah, ah! What's the magic word?" He kept his right hand behind his back, as he nibbled on the apple in his left one slowly.
She held out her white gloved hand palm out in front of him, "Please?" She fluttered her lashes for him.
The hand slowly emerged from its hiding place, before it quickly slapped the key down in her hand. He didn't pull away once the exchange had been made. "How can I resist?" He gestured toward the door. "I keep the balcony door locked, because I've never had reason to go out on it."
"Well, now ya do." She used her other hand to pry out the key so that way their hands were still together. Tightening her grip on him, she led him towards the back door and started to unlock it, "I dunno whay ya wouldn'. I'd think jist havin' a chair out'd be nice, yeah?" Unlocking the door, she pulled it open and waited for him to go out first.
"I don't have many visitors." Any, if he was being entirely honest, but he wasn't quite prepared to say that at the moment. "Usually, I would just go up on the roof and sit in the garden, when the weather was colder." It was a simple concrete patio, without any furniture, and just a painted white wrought iron barrier between them and the stories below. In the distance were some of the hills that made up Battlefield Park, just a short walk away from Locke's complex. There were also a handful of shorter buildings below and closer to where they stood, but the horizon dominated the view from there.
"Well yeah, bu' nah even fer yerself?" She released his hand just so that she could lean against the iron barrier and look down at the space between them and the ground, "Since ya said ya go up ta th' roof, I take it yer nah 'fraid o' heights?" She looked over to him from her leaned position.
The apple was getting pretty close to being nothing but core, but he continued to nosh away at it anyway. In between bites, he replied. "I would have been a poor burglar if I was afraid of heights, now, wouldn't I? No, I have never had problems with rooftops or ladders or anything of that sort."