#kc_necropolis

Finally, they are there - another set of locks, old wooden door swinging into a darkened room.

"In a few trips. Couldn't get it all at once."

"There a fire escape, chica?"

She flicks on the light - it's a studio, said futon against one wall. A bright, if threadbare, rag rug is on the floor. The "kitchen" is a hot plate and microwave/fridge unit. The bathroom is exposed, but she's hung curtains around for privacy. A pair of plastic drawer units and a big rubbermaid tub are the only other furniture. There IS one big window, looking out on the dark night.

"Sure - right out the window! Can't see it now, but there's a little courtyard in the middle of the building, with trees, and I can see them from here."

"Right on. Like, there was a fire, not too long ago, man. Back in Oakhold, just don't want anything like that to happen here, you know?" He clops to the window, to peer out, then over the walls, smiling* "Nice, Bird-girl. Your own place."

"I was thinking, I could do something... vinelike, curling all over, with birds and fruit and flowers... like the rain forest, maybe? And yeah - all mine! I found the rug last week at goodwill, isn't it pretty?"

"I like the colors, chica," He agrees, bobbing his head, and squatting to check it out. Of course, he -would-...her enthusiasm is infectious, and he is nodding* "I can see it, Bird-girl. Can you get them to, I don't know, move or anything, you think?" He is looking over the walls, imagining it. His expression lighting as he does*

"Ohhhh... wouldn't that be something. I should ask Roto - her photographs move, she might have ideas. Like.. songbirds, flickering behind a curtain of vines..."