Locked to house #58

[speeds]

Who: Edward Cullen (speeds), Giovanni Rammsteiner (ofobedience), Damon Salvatore (blooded) & Simon Lewis (bitesexual)
What: Meeting housemates and settling in
When: After arrival in Olympia
Where: House 58
Warning(s): damon None, hopefully

[ It's later in the day that he makes it to the allocated housing, but it's been hard enough trying to avoid people when there's little shade in the town. Sunlight follows everywhere, and while the ring will help people not be aware he is what he is (or rather, they'll think that being is someone else), he finds more relief in pulling the ring off once he's inside the apartment.

He has lived in conditions worse than this. Back when he was human, back in 1918 and before he hadn't been rich and his living conditions had been back enough to bring illness anyway. Being with Carlisle, mind you, he's started to get used to the luxury.

At least they'll have shelter, that's better than nothing.

He's looking around the place when he hears the door open, name tag on display to offer his name when he turns to the newcomer. ]

It seems as though we'll be stuck together for a while. I'm Edward.



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[speeds]

At least there's that.

[ At least he takes it like a pinch of salt as well, letting it stay mostly teasing rather than turning it into anything defensive. ]

I'm sure I can handle myself should it come to it anyway. [ He turns his head towards the rooms that break off behind them. ] It looks like there are two rooms. Four beds in total.

[ Which is ironic given that he doesn't even need a bed. ]

[ofobedience]

[Well. Sometimes it's nice to lie down and think, even if you're the kind of creature that doesn't require sleep? It's not as though he needs all that much of it himself, and when it does come, there are the nightmares to contend with. Snatched fragments of whiteredblack that fill up his head and stick behind his eyes and have him waking to the sound of his own screams, his ragged breath, body slick with sweat.

Better perhaps, not to share a room with him.]

Then there will likely be more of us.

[he smiles, and the expression isn't exactly what one could describe as pleased.]

What fun.

[speeds]

[ Sometimes it is, but it gets boring after 60 or so years of the same thing. It's best to keep moving, to not stick in one place for too long. ]

Not a people person, are you?

[ His own is a little amused though. ]

Hopefully they won't be too inquisitive and you'll be able to have your own personal space.

[ofobedience]

I suppose not.

[The sharp angles of his smile remain, and smoothly, he shrugs his shoulders. People. It's not as though he's accustomed to dealing with them for any length of time, and the others he'd existed beside in the Below hardly fall into that category. Things, all of them. Monsters. Mother's creations. And, for the most part, there'd been enough space down there to give each other a wide enough berth, when needed.

Outside of the twins, it's not like any of them had much time for him.]

And with any luck, that'll be exactly the case.

[He says it even as the idea of personal space sends something rattling through him, the ugly notion of having space for himself, of needing to survive out here on his own. Perhaps having others around him isn't such a bad thing, after all.]

At any rate, it's temporary, isn't it? For the moment, it'll do. Beggars can hardly be choosers, now.

[speeds]

[ His thoughts, calling them things, monsters and creations are all things that makes his own expression solemn slightly. There's something in all that which makes him feel as though they'll get along better than Giovanni realises. There's something that twists his thoughts enough that Edward can understand all too well. ]

It's temporary, but there are probably worse people to be stuck with I imagine. We may find we have more in common than we realise as well. It's a little hard to say.

[ofobedience]

[The comment comes, and for the moment Giovanni is quietly skeptical. Doesn't see how anyone could have much in common with something like him. Then again, he knows so little about Edward that he supposes there's a possibility there-- he's seen what he's capable of, knows he's not human. Has no idea how he came to be what he is - whether he's something like him, made and not born, a twisted thing that should never have been, or whether he's always been this way, a species apart - and so for the moment he holds back on reaching any such conclusion.

Just smiles his uneven smile.]

Time will tell, I suppose.