Morrow Appartments [Dexter's Pad]

[Zerrif F Craft]

[Dexter's Pad]

Initial Find
Walking into this home, everything seems to be beaten up. There are holes in the walls, ripped up furniture, and webs in all the corners. The appliances in the kitchen are old and messy with rust on all the doorhandles and old broken elements on the stove. The bedroom has an old mattress on the floor which is covered in bugs and has exposed springs. Entering the bathroom you notice the walls are half missing and the insulation is strung out into the bathtub. This apartment doesn't really seem livable, probably the reason why it is abandoned.

Final Stage
An open concept apartment, you can see all through the house, except the bedroom and bathroom, from the doorway of this home. A leather sofa sits in the living room next to the fire escape window, while a glass coffee table in front of it is neatly organized for guests to have plenty of room for their drinks. The kitchen is filled with new appliances with an island sitting in the center and a bar wrapping around the outside. Walking into the bedroom you see a neatly made bed with a rather large headboard, as well as a dark-wood dresser which has only a couple of personal objects atop it. The bathroom is very clean and has everything put away in it's own little place so that nothing is left just laying about.  

[Zerrif F Craft]

"To Protect One is to Protect Many"

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Just outside a large building, Dexter noticed some broken glass in a window a few floors up. The place was dark, and although the building did seem to have been inhabited, that room surely would not have passed an inspection of a livable home. Placing his hands on the fire escape ladder, he pulled himself up, climbing up the side of the building. "dammit," he thought as the dirt from the building started to wipe onto his clothes, "this place is pretty disgusting."

As he reached the tenth floor, he looked at the window and saw that there was a latch inside. It would have caused a problem for him if the window were to be intact, but since it was broken he had no problem reaching inside and flicking the latch. As he slowly opened the window, he stuck his head inside and noticed the destroyed walls and poor condition of everything. It was like this place had been left to rot for the last decade.

Stepping inside, Dexter took off his backpack and laid it in the corner. The place may not have been the best, but it would do for now. He quietly laid down on the floor with his head on his bag, his eyes shifting around the apartment. "Maybe they'll give me a good deal since it's trashed..." he thought, a smile appearing on his face. "I'll have to find the landlord tomorrow and check it out."

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[Zerrif F Craft]

"To Protect One is to Protect Many"

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The light of the sun woke Dexter as it finally met his eyes in the morning. He had spent the entire night on the floor of the apartment, and even though it was not the most comfortable sleep of his life, it was better than sleeping on the streets. He brought his arm over his head to block the sun from his face, blinking slowly as he started to sit up.

Looking around the apartment he had found the night before, he looked at the door which was covered in dirt and grime. He hadn't actually know how bad the apartment was the night before since it was so dark, but now that it was day, he noticed the blood and dirt plastered all over the apartment. "This place looks like it was the scene of a drug bust or something, I wonder what actually happened here," he thought as he rose to his feet, looking upon the floor he had slept on. It was more clean than the rest of the apartment, though that was probably due to the fact that it was covered in dirt rather than blood.

Reaching down, he grabbed his bag from the floor and started towards the door. The place actually had a fairly nice open layout, and even though it was messy, he hadn't changed his mind on wanting to rent it if that was at all possible. As he unlocked the door however, he heard some police outside of the apartment talking about how they would have to go inside. "Someone must have noticed me coming in last night... s**t!"

Opening the door a crack, he watched as the police drew their guns yelling "Put you hands on your head and kneel on the ground, now!" The fear in him was enough to make him run, but he knew that would not end up well. He slowly knelt on the ground and put his hands behind his head, the two police now entering the room and taking out their handcuffs.

"You have a right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." the large one said in a deep voice, the handcuffs wrapping around Dexter's wrists. "You have a right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one then one will be appointed to you." The other said as he checked the hallway, his focus then turning back to Dexter as he motioned with his head for him to move outside.

Dexter Slowly stood up, his eyes showing some fear as he moved into the hallway. As the police walked with him to the stair well, he slowly popped his shoulders out of joint; a trick he had learned as a gymnast. As he got to the stairs, he quickly jumped over his hands, placing them on the rail of the stairs as he started jumping down the flights. He could hear the police yelling for him to stop, but he just kept moving. His heart was racing, and he had wished that he hadn't ran within a few short seconds, but he just kept going. "I'm gunna need to get back to that room," he thought, looking down to his wrists which were now hurting a little from the cuffs, "and get out of these things too"

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[Zerrif F Craft]

"To Protect One is to Protect Many"

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Running around the corner, of the apartment building, Dexter found the ladder he had climbed up the night before. With his hands still in cuffs, he quickly started up towards the window, climbing the ladder rather awkwardly. Reaching the first landing, he noticed an open end to the small guard rail around the edge of the balcony.

"This should work" he thought as he started to condense his hands as much as possible, squeezing them through the hole of the cuffs a bit. "Just a bit... more..."

As he gave a strong tug, his hands slipped through the holes and the handcuffs sat on the rail empty. Even though he was in a rush, he slid the cuffs off and started up the stairs of the fire escape, sliding the cuffs into his pocket quickly before reaching the window. His whole body was shaking from fear as he peered through the crack, seeing that the room was once again empty.

Jumping through the window as he had the night before, Dexter looked upon the floor where his bag was and slowly reached down, picking it back up. The room was locked up again from what he could tell, and the police would be out in the streets by now looking for him. With a sigh of relief, he sat back down on the floor, looking out the window and pondering what to do next.

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