Lupin Lynchbit 1 Up

Upon the outskirt of h.e.l.lenic, laid tall bricked flats. That homed to college and university students. Sixty-Four feet tall, white and brown building. On it, the nineteenth floor slept a boy. The walls white and decorated. It's windows elongated above the bed.

He rolled out the single bed strolled to the nightstand near him. Muted the small radio/alarm clock. The boy reached for the landline receiver then pocked b.u.t.ton. As the light on the pale home phone flashed.

"Ahw seven their-." The time changed to fortieth. As the gradual building livened up so did the city outside. He could hear someone yell outside his hallway about getting to the laundry room. The sounds of action an explosion could be heard from neighboring flats because of the thin white walls. He swaggered to a small door, then processed to rummage.

"Lupin rehearsal has been canceled for tonight. So take the night off." An old voice played cheerily. After the beep.

"Thanks, Mr. Spear you really made my night." he lamented sarcastically groaning the words. The boy walked into the kitchen kneeled down. He opened an imp size fridge. A bright light presented, ketchup packs and a half bottle of root beer.

He threw on some black khakis. A white s.h.i.+rt and a heavy orange coat. He stepped out after locking the door behind him. The moment he stepped out into the edge of the softly lit hallway colored tan eggsh.e.l.l reeked of chicken Ramon noodles.

"Excuse me, what floors the gym?" A girl b.u.mped into Lupin. Holding a tubular black one strapped to her shoulders. She gave a wide faint smile.

"Ahm . . . on floor sixty." He glanced back at a brunet. Who's sent of Jasmin zapped Lupin out of his sleepy state? He rushed to the chocolate glazed elevator. Oddly enough the door seemed to open for him. Lupin quickly stepped in and pressed an engraved north star b.u.t.ton.