Leila Stoat. 20 years old. Brown wavy hair falling till the middle fo the back. Reddish brown eyes, decorated with fine glasses. A cute, petite 5'6" body, not too curvy. For the untrained eye, a normal young woman.
She woke up late and took a look at her room. It was a mess, as always. Since she decided to live alone, life wasn't easy anymore. Paying for her stuff, tidying her own house... she just couldn't get used to it. She got up, shrugged at all that misplaced junk and put some day clothes on. She walked to the kitchen and put some water on the oven. Waiting for the water to boil, she listened around to the sounds of the building.
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Tales of the RL - Introduction by leila-stoat, literature
Literature
Tales of the RL - Introduction
Leila Stoat. 20 years old. Brown wavy hair falling till the middle fo the back. Reddish brown eyes, decorated with fine glasses. A cute, petite 5'6" body, not too curvy. For the untrained eye, a normal young woman.
She woke up late and took a look at her room. It was a mess, as always. Since she decided to live alone, life wasn't easy anymore. Paying for her stuff, tidying her own house... she just couldn't get used to it. She got up, shrugged at all that misplaced junk and put some day clothes on. She walked to the kitchen and put some water on the oven. Waiting for the water to boil, she listened around to the sounds of the building.
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Leila came back home in bright afternoon, and found a note on her kitchen floor, obviouslt slipped under the door. She opened the folded piece of paper and recognized Mr. Lavyril's handwriting.
"Dear Leila,
It's fair okay that you have not appeared yesterday for an afternoon of tea and muffins. I understand you might have much better things to do than killing time with a middle-aged folk like me.
Anyway, if you have some time today, you can come here any time you wish. The tea will be hot, I'm sure.
No ill feelings,
G. Laviryl"
"Sheesh..." Leila knew what that meant. Surely, he was being quite polite on his letter. Of course now she'd
"Okay, dirty laundry, you've gotta be cleaned, so stop being stubborn and... oh, gosh, I'm talking to the laundry."
Leila always thought living alone had a lot of advantages. Not having to keep her room tidied up for someone else was very nice. Specially given how little time she had with college on her way. When somebody knocked at the door, she just closed the door and hid the mess there where it should be. Also, being able to stay up as late as she wanted, or sleep early when she needed to, withou someone else to bother. And there was more...
But she missed the company. And the help to clean the house. But specially the company. So, she
ToRL - The Weird Takes Place by leila-stoat, literature
Literature
ToRL - The Weird Takes Place
The party was not "bloody awesome". Of course, it couldn't be, taking place inside an apartment whose "recreation area" was composed of two bedrooms, on living room and a small and cramped covered backyard. Nonetheless, they made as much as they could to make it a good party, with an awesome decoration and lighting, and huge amounts of food and booze. The other factor, though was the complete lack of people. Or, more specifically, in Brandon's words:
"Dude, where are the chicks?"
"Have no idea, man. But one thing is for sure: I brought at least ONE single female!"
"True that!" Leila, who caught the conversation from a distance, practically
Leila leaned her body against the door of apartment 401, trying hard to not simply slide on it until the floor. Damned hangover... She pressed the doorbell button once again, and groaned a bit more. Then she heard a door opening.
From the apartment across, Skyler came out with a plastic bag, probably full of trash to be disposed. Leila tried hard to not make it painfully obvious that she was not in the mood. That was equally painful.
"Um... hey, Leila." he said, timidly, from his door.
"Hi, Skyler. I'm... visiting my good friend, Mr. Lavyril." she smiled, hiding a contortion of pain. Damned headache, damned bowels...
"Oh, cool. Um, about
On her way home, she heard thumps from the floor below.
"Watch out, damnit! Don't go dropping them like that!"
"They're mattresses, idiot! There's no problem if we drop them!"
Leila struggled to maintain her focus with her head aching more than ever with all that noisy discussion going on her floor.
"Hey, Comex, why aren't you grabbing anything?"
"I'm supervising, that's why!"
"Bullshit! Grab one of those and come up with-- Oh, sorry, Leila."
"Worry not, Brandon, I'll be fine. I'll just go home..."
Leila stumbled a few more steps down and found Comex struggling to lift a mattress from inside the apartment in front of hers.
"Hey, L. C
ToRL - Imagination Runs Amok by leila-stoat, literature
Literature
ToRL - Imagination Runs Amok
"I'm telling you, man, we're hopeless as we are."
"No way, no way. We still have some hope!"
Pip, Ell and Comex were sitting on the front garden of the RL building. Comex was silent, looking upwards, avoiding looking to his front and find his own sentient and solid shadow. Pip and Ell talked about useless stuff.
"No, we don't. Saw the last party? That was just the start of our decline!"
"Stop being dramatic, Ell, come on..."
"How? How?! We can't even get a chick when they're at OUR party!"
"Well, I don't know about you, but I think I've got someone's attention..."
"Who?"
In this moment, the front door opened and Leila walked by.
"Hi,
Leila stopped by the door of Gwen's Apartment, indecisive of whether she should or not knock. She liked the idea of having a step-aunt to talk her afflictions away, but she also had some reserves about whether she was or not being a burden to Gwen. After all, he must have a life beyond providing emotional counseling for a 20 year old girl who should already learn to work those kinds of problems by herself. But then again, nobody should ever be able to work out the apparition of a semi-physical manifestation of a deadly sin, which tried to transform her into a brainless nympho--
"Leila?"
The door opened, and Gwen was looking interrogatively
Leila whistled as she took the tray off the oven. She smelled the clearly overcooked lumps of dough and... didn't quite like the look of them. Nonetheless, she was going to take that to the last consequences! She poured them into a bowl and took it to her living room.
"Here. Take a bite!"
She smiled as Brandon picked one of the amorphous and fluffy lumps of brown matter and took a big chunk off it with his teeth. Then his expression changed from one of doubt of whethe this little thing was healthy to one of confirmation that, indeed, that thing was not healthy.
"Goddamn heck!" He exclaimed while picking a glass of water quickly, and Leila
When Leila got into the RL Building the next day, she got her letters on the mailbox and found a note from Mr. Davien.
"Good morning/afternoon/night, Tenant
I had to go out of town due to very important personal business. Due to this, I ask you to please take the letters addressed to the penthouse residence upstairs, if it wouldn't be a far stretch.
Thanks in advance,
your Landlord, D. Art"
Leila rolled her eyes, thinking of pretending she never saw that note, when she realized nobody else's mail was there besides hers and the penthouse's. That meant, of course, she was the last one to check it, and probably no one else took it. So, if