09-19-2013, 05:19 AM
The elevator was a piece of crap. Katya didn't even try to push the button. It really should just be roped off. It was a bit of a journey to the circuit breakers down in the basement. 5 floors down, plus the basement level. Katya strolled down the stair case with the flash light in front of her. Sometimes, homeless joes stayed in them and in the dark she'd fall over them.
The basement was disgusting but it was better than getting kicked out of the apartment. It wasn't much, and she could afford alot better. But those better places also had rules. And Katya didn't think she could stick to the rules. Rules were meant to be broken. At least that was her philosophy most of the time.
The narrow beam of light fell on a man in front of the boxes. Katya sighed. He didn't look like the super, the super was a fat, bald man with a bad Russian accent. She hated talking to him, and often preferred to pay her rent in the wee hours of the morning and slide the payment under his door. He was a slimey and weasily little man. Katya shuddered at the mere thought of him.
There was plenty of places to hide, but was it worth hiding from a stranger in the deep dark basement of solitude. Katya laughed, she was scaring herself more than the situation. The man had to live in the building. She hoped.
Katya mustered up the strength to go flip the right switch. She was sure he could handle it, but she wanted to know if it was her apartment that had flipped it all off.
The man was dripping wet. She smiled as she walked up to him. "Cold Shower?" She raised her flashlight to look at the breakers, finding hers was not tripped. She smiled wider, it wasn't her fault, this time.
The basement was disgusting but it was better than getting kicked out of the apartment. It wasn't much, and she could afford alot better. But those better places also had rules. And Katya didn't think she could stick to the rules. Rules were meant to be broken. At least that was her philosophy most of the time.
The narrow beam of light fell on a man in front of the boxes. Katya sighed. He didn't look like the super, the super was a fat, bald man with a bad Russian accent. She hated talking to him, and often preferred to pay her rent in the wee hours of the morning and slide the payment under his door. He was a slimey and weasily little man. Katya shuddered at the mere thought of him.
There was plenty of places to hide, but was it worth hiding from a stranger in the deep dark basement of solitude. Katya laughed, she was scaring herself more than the situation. The man had to live in the building. She hoped.
Katya mustered up the strength to go flip the right switch. She was sure he could handle it, but she wanted to know if it was her apartment that had flipped it all off.
The man was dripping wet. She smiled as she walked up to him. "Cold Shower?" She raised her flashlight to look at the breakers, finding hers was not tripped. She smiled wider, it wasn't her fault, this time.