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The Elevator
« on: October 05, 2013, 12:05:50 am »
Two paper sacks of groceries in hand, Reed Beaumont walked towards the elevator in the Royal Astaire Apartment building.  He’d been to the market and the handle of one bag had split on his way back.  Now he juggled the broken bag under one arm while he fumbled for the button that would call the old elevator to carry him to the 5th floor.  Normally he’d take the stairs.  A believer in efficiency, Reed knew the stairs were often faster, even if the marble steps were scuffed and the contained hall a bit musty.  Like most old buildings the elevator didn’t always work.  Reed tapped his foot at the delay as the light on the wall indicated the elevator was descending slowly 6,5,4,3.

Hum…  The pause of the elevator on the third floor did not go unnoticed.  Reed shifted the grocery bag with its  routine assortment of canned goods of food he could actually cook (chili, tuna, soup) and pushed the button again.  No one lived on the third floor to his knowledge.  The reason unknown and one he didn’t care to contemplate as he waited for the steel cage to complete the random stop.

Finally, with a ding the elevator doors opened.  Once inside, he leaned forward to awkwardly push the button for the fifth floor and waited for the doors to close behind him.  Indeed, they started to shut, only to retract at the presence of a small dog that wandered across the threshold.  The Pomeranian was well groomed and off leash, it's jeweled collar serving no purpose other than to display status.  Reed shifted his weight from foot to foot as he awaited the arrival of the owner.  The dog stared up at the tall man with the windblown blond hair and blue eyes.  Reed couldn’t help sticking his tongue out at the dog.  He really didn’t like that animal.


{next poster owns a dog}
« Last Edit: October 05, 2013, 07:03:37 pm by Beau »

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« Reply #1 on: October 08, 2013, 07:29:24 am »
Sun-Joon ran after her animal in desperate attempt to detain him. The errant puppy was a bit of a drama queen and didnt like his leash at all. He bit at it impatiently his entire walk, and barked at her while she checked her mail until she took it off. She certainly didnt think he was going to run off like that, but with bokshiri every day was an adventure. He was a chaotic little turd.

“복실이!” she cried after his fluffy wagging tail, but he was already turning the corner toward the elevator. “당신은 장난 꾸러기 소년! 여기 돌아와!   복실이!” She tried again, but the pom just didnt respond. She sped up to a sprint, for having such tiny legs, the little bastard could really run.

Just as she caught him in her sights and brought her arms out to scoop him up a loose tile caught her foot and sent her flying. She landed in the threshold of the elevator with a firm 'thunk', her legs and arms  akimbo. Bokshiri yipped at her and ran further into the elevator between the legs of a man standing in the elevator. Blood rushed to her face as she realized she was sprawled prone in front of a stranger, a man no less! Her mail pile that she'd neatly organized into bills and junk mail was similarily sprinkled into the elevator as it went flying out of her arms when she'd fallen. It didnt take long for her to recognise him as her neighbor.

“세상에 오, 임 정말 죄송 선생님. 내 강아지 그는 단지 실행과 I는 미끄러-” she started and then immediately shut her mouth. Her blush tinged the tops of her exposed ears pink. She was so flustered everything had come out in korean. “ Sorry mister I am. I running and I- Bokshiri- and-” She scooped up the naughty animal trying to compose herself. It would help if she stood she supposed but when she tried a sharp pain shot through her ankle. Tears welled up in her eyes as the elevator closed behind her with a ding.  Why was she such a klutz?

« Last Edit: October 08, 2013, 07:31:55 am by astrangecharm »

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« Reply #2 on: October 11, 2013, 10:08:34 pm »
The dog ducked for cover, scooting behind Reed as its owner literally fell into the elevator.  Reed was coordinated, but even on the best of days he wouldn’t have been able to stop her fall.  Hands full he had a ready excuse, but there wasn’t an ounce of hero in his body.   A gentleman would have put the groceries down and helped the girl up.  Reed was too slow to act as such - already she was sitting up, changing tune to English and grabbing the dog.  She looked hurt.  He should say something. The tears he saw forestalled his hand - he hated tears.

“Um, Hi,” he managed to say.  He still didn’t like the dog.  His gaze flickered to the furball as the doors to the elevator sealed them in with a fatalistic chime.

The cage rose and Reed managed to say, “I’m Reed.  5C.”  That seemed enough to indicate he was her neighbor if she hadn’t figured it out.  He’d seen her with boxes last weekend.  If he’d smelled dinner through the door he might have produced a bottle of wine and a pathetic face to mooch food and welcome her to the neighborhood, but he’d been working nights this week and missed the occasion.  “Welcome to the Royal Astaire.”

Reed shifted the bag in his hand, then gave up trying to offer a hand to shake.  “Groceries.” He smiled weakly to fill the silence of the ride, suddenly wondering why the space wasn’t filled with annoying music he could joke about.  The girl’s mail was scattered around the floor of the elevator.  Reed sighed and set down the bags, bending to help pick up the scattered papers.  On a good day he got one advertisement and a bill.  Either his neighbor was popular, or she’d been away.  He made a mental note to observe her habits.  Obviously she had money.  Reed considered studying people with money a hobby. 

The only lit light on the elevator panel was for Floor 5.  Reed figured he had a few seconds to help clear the letters, but the elevator stopped short.  With a ding the doors opened at Floor 3. The corridor was dark, but it was clear the floor was developed with rooms similar to those above and below.  Somehow he’d thought the place under construction and was surprised to see the paint and wood, even though the chill in the air hinted at lack of occupancy. 

No construction worker or resident stood to enter the elevator.

The doors didn’t close.

“Hello?”  Reed called.
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« Reply #3 on: October 18, 2013, 03:24:09 am »
She emabarassedly wiped the tears from her eye and sniffed to clear her nose which was trying to run. When she cried, it was like everything let loose- plem, snot, tears- it was gross and she surely didn't want to subject her new neighbor to it. Especially when it was her first impression, she was already screwing that up quite royally. There was no need to throw tears into the mix. She looked up when he extended a hand to shake, with her almond eyes and round cheeks she looked rather childish and her mouth was formed into a bashful smile.

“I Park Sun-Joon. June many American friends call me.” She said, her tongue having a hard time getting around the words. She desperately wished that she'd paid more attention in English class. Her accent was thick and she just knew the sentence structure was wrong. Americans just spoke so backward. She tried to shake his extended hand, but Bokshiri didn't like that too much and yipped while struggling to get out of her other arm. She hushed him with a harsh tch sound and covered his face until he relaxed. His bark was more annoying than menacing- kind of a squeaky toy sound really. He was still a puppy though, and the training book said it might take a few months to get his barking under control.

When she turned back to her neighbor he had set his groceries down and was stacking her mail in a tidy pile. She was so embarassed. She wanted to tell him that he didnt have to help her, that her clumsyness was her own fault, but she couldn't remember the words. She opened her mouth to say something- when the doors opened with a ding...but it was the wrong floor. Third floor. She'd never been through third floor, she tried to open the door through the stairwell once but it wouldn't budge. It looked kind of dark for early evening and desolate. Neither of them had pressed the button.

While she was distracted with figuring out what was going on, Bokshiri wiggled free. Squeaking agreesively, he bounded down the quiet hallway.

“돌아와! 당신 장난 꾸러기 개 오! 젠장 젠장!” she cried, grabbing the elevator railing to hoist herself up. As soon as she let it go though she staggered forward, a sharp pain twisted up her leg from her ankle. She stumbled into the door jam of the elevator, keeping it open.

“Bokshiri!아 젠장, 이건 정말 아파!” She cried after the dog as it flounced down the corridor and out of sight.

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« Reply #4 on: October 18, 2013, 09:22:38 am »
It had been a bad day. Maybe it had been a bad week, she wasn't sure.

She knew the cure though, and so she'd gotten dressed in loose cotton capries that fell low on her hips and one of her favorite t-shirts from her academy days, pulled out her sneakers and her phone, plugging her earphones into it as she headed out the door. .

She was busy stuffing her ear buds in when she reached for the handle of the door to the stairs and smacked into it when it didn't give way.

She bit her tongue to keep from swearing and rubbed her arm as she tried again. She shook and shoved and pushed, but it wouldn't budge.

She swiped through her phone to call the super to come and fix it as she walked back toward the elevator. She got his machine and was tempted to hang up but left a quick, irritated message about it before going back and scrolling through her music.

She pushed the button to call the elevator and then started to stretch out a little as she waited.

She decided she didn't like the song she was listening to and was busy scrolling through her music when the elevator dinged and she started to walk forward toward the opening doors.

She couldn't be sure what stopped her, foot in mid-air but when she looked up she screamed and her arms flailed, sending her phone flying as she threw herself backward from the open air shaft.

She landed with a thud on her rear and gulped in some panting breaths, trying to stop her racing heart. She collected herself and reached over for her phone about a foot away and slid back until she was sitting her back to the wall opposite the open elevator shaft.

She took several more shaky breaths before she pushed herself up, sliding against the wall, her free hand pressed against it, her palms sweaty.

If there was one thing that scared Kate it was heights... or well, not heights so much as free falling from heights.  She licked her lips and pushed herself tentatively away from the wall.

She could hear someone shouting and she inched over and holding a rail in the wall with her free hand and her phone and hand against the open doors of the shaft opening she  pushed her face into the dark ever so slightly and called down. "Hello? are you alright down there? What's going on?"

She heard more shouting and what sounded like a dog barking. "Hey! Is everyone alright down there?"

She mentally counted the internal shaft stop bars and realized they were on 3 and a shiver skittered down her spine. No one lived on three, everyone in the building knew that, if they knew nothing or no one else.

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« Reply #5 on: October 19, 2013, 04:39:47 pm »
The dog was definitely going to be a problem.  The owner perhaps as well, considering she couldn’t seem to control the animal.  He probably should have said ‘nice to meet you’, but the jury was still out in his mind.

“What the –“  Reed said as the animal shot out of the elevator into the dark corridor.

The girl struggled to her feet and started yelling after the animal.  It didn’t seem to understand Korean (or at least he figured it was Korean) any better than the English, “Hey Dog,” Reed shouted after it.  If she’d said the dog’s name he hadn’t identified it amongst the other words.

It was clear the girl wouldn’t be racing after the animal.  The door stayed open due to her proximity to the moving panel.   Reed pressed the door-open button.  The failsafe caught and kept the door ajar.  He thought he heard a voice overhead, but he was pretty sure it wasn’t God.

“We should probably ring for help,” Reed said.  Given the girls anxiety though, it was obvious someone needed to do something about the dog.

Reed sighed.  “Wait here. “ With a quick glance at his grocery bags he sighed and walked out of the elevator towards where the dog had gone.

It didn’t seem possible, but the small dog seemed to have vanished.  It was light enough to see, but he no longer heard the barking.

“Speaking of light,” Reed muttered to himself, looking around.  One of the doors to the apartments was cracked open.  A golden glow edged the door panel.  The metal plaque said 3B.  He started walking towards it. “Let’s see what’s behind door number one.”