Chris' Apartment

Apartment: 32

Occupants: Christopher Knowles, Skye Perkins (on the couch)

Kitchen

Living/Dining

Bathroom

Bedroom

The cab stopped just outside of the apartment building where Chris' very humble abode was located. He paid the cabbie and then stepped out, motioning to Skye to follow as he moved up to the door, walking inside then up the steps to the third floor. He didn't walk too fast so that Skye could keep up but only stopped once outside of his apartment number 32 where he pulled out his keys and unlocked it. The young man made certain to check the hallway twice to ensure the landlord wasn't neglecting his usual sleep pattern and hiding out to catch Chris with Skye.

Once the door was unlocked, he opened it to reveal his apartment with a kitchen, a door leading off to the bathroom and a large open space containing a small table for eating, couch and television with a separate door leading to his bedroom. Chris lived in a humble but comfortable zone and motioned around the room. "Welcome to my home."

With her inside the apartment, Chris closed the door for not only privacy from the landlord but common sense. It was New York and increased population meant increase in crime. He wasn't living in the penthouse he had been in when he was with Violet that was pretty much safe from break-ins. He had to be careful either way as he had a feeling the M.R.D. would detain him in a heartbeat if they knew what he could do and harboring one of their fugitives wouldn't help his cause.

"It's tiny compared to Violet's penthouse," he said with a shrug, "but not bad. It's home and that's all I care about." He glanced at the couch noting her bag and nodded. "Yeah. It's actually quite comfortable. I had to sleep on it for a while when I was unpacking and getting settled in."

When asked to sit with her, Chris looked at her for a moment and mentally calculated several reasons to both sit next to her and not to sit next to her. The electrical exchange being something he wanted to avoid above anything else, he came into the living/dining area and took a seat on the armchair next to the couch.

"It's been a while since I've had a female house guest," he explained pointing to the bathroom, "so I'll have to be sure not to barge into the bathroom. The only reason I bring it up is, while the apartment is nice, the lock is funny and sometimes it locks and other times it doesn't." He shrugged at the potentially awkward situation it could cause, glad to get the information she needed to know for her privacy out of the way. "You can also hang a towel on the doorknob so I'll know. I'll do the same either way."

The young man couldn't help but wonder how she cleaned herself if she wasn't able to shower; it didn't take a genius to know there was no way that she would mix with water. He could shower, but if he used his ability when wet then he was the one that suffered a shock rather than whatever he intended. Still, those were her private actions and it wasn't any of his business. "Good deal. I don't think it will be a problem, really. I'll just knock as a general rule to be safe."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I've got some put away in the closet." Chris stood up and moved over to the closet just outside of the bathroom that held his washer and dryer. Next to it was a cabinet that contained blankets, towels and sheets. The young man draped a blanket over his arm then walked into his bedroom, taking one of the spare pillows from the bed then moved back into the living room and offered them to Skye and motioned to the closet. "If you get cold and need more, feel free to help yourself."

"It's no trouble," he stated obviously lying having mentioned the landlord in the park though it was an entirely different sort of trouble than that which he was referring. He had room on the couch and saw no problem helping one of his own in need. Considering the alternative for her would be on the street ending up dead, or in M.R.D. custody which could very be a fate worse that death, only gave him more confidence in his decision to help.

He sighed and looked back to his room, "Well... it's late, so I'm gonna go and try to get some sleep. I can't go in to work a zombie. If you need anything, just let me know."