Settling in (Open)

[Robert Grant]

He had been staying at the hotel for quite some time now, and he figured it was time to move into something more permanent considering they were now not allowed to leave the island. For him he wasn't too concerned about not leaving. He personally enjoyed the island. It felt almost like retirement, except he wasn't unemployed and being payed for it. However, he still didn't like the idea. The only reason he didn't, was because many people like Josie would not be allowed to leave. It wasn't right to him. They were young and should be allowed to experience the rest of the world, not be held down by some contract where it was purposely written in a way where they'd never see the little 'catch'.

He had a long day ahead of him though. This was always the worst part of moving anywhere, moving personal belongings from one place to the next. It wasn't getting any better either, because luck would have it he was given an apartment that was on the second floor. He grabbed a large box out of the back of the large moving truck and started towards the apartment building. He had already made sure the door was propped open so he wouldn't be trying to open it while holding boxes and chance dropping something. He started climbing the stairs with the box in his hands. He knew he was going to be tired as hell after he was done, but it had to be done. Once he reached the top of the stairs he started down the hall to another door that was propped open. He walked inside and set the box down with another group of boxes. The place wasn't big. A small living room combined with a dining room. A small kitchenette, and one bedroom and one bathroom. That was all he needed though. He didn't need any luxury suite.

After taking a breath he started heading back downstairs now. He headed back outside and back to moving truck. He had gotten half out already, but he was far from done. Walking up the ramp to the truck he looked around at all the boxes and other personal items of his. He grabbed a hold of his television and lifted it up. It wasn't an incredibly large tv, but it was a much older model so it was quite bulky and heavy. He was just glad he was in shape and built up, otherwise the job would have twice as difficult. Before heading down the ramp he made sure he had a good grip on the tv. Once he had he started down the ramp and back up to the apartment.

After he had gotten it upstairs and set down he came back outside to the truck and took a seat on the end of the bed. He figured it was definitely time to take a breather and just relax for a moment. He really didn't feel like overworking himself. This was after all his own time. He wasn't on the clock or anything. Looking back at all the stuff he knew he wouldn't be getting it all upstairs on his own. He'd more than likely have to call some of the guys back at security to give him a hand with the bigger furniture. He was tough and all, but he was no superman.

[Kyree Dillian Briggs]

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Kyree lived for days like this. The days when the sun was out, when there was no homework that required her immediate attention, and she had no chores to do. Oh wait, that was every day. Truth be told, Kyree did have schoolwork that needed to get done, and she hadn’t even started on her chores yet. She’d get to it all eventually, right now, the outdoors was requiring her immediate attention. Her mother was still at work, and wasn’t destined to be home until around six or seven. As long as everything was done before then, then Kyree was okay.

Grabbing her sunglasses and her purse that was hanging off one of the chairs in the kitchen, Kyree headed towards the door of their apartment. Yeah, it wasn’t as luxurious as the house they had back in Tennessee, but it was still nice. It was just her and her mother so they didn’t need a whole lot of space. As long as Kyree got her own room, she was content. After a brief pause in front of the mirror to double check herself, Kyree headed out the door of their third story apartment. She quickly locked the door and began heading towards the staircase. They should really think about installing elevators she thought to herself as she made her way down the first flight of stairs.

It wasn’t that Kyree loathed the stairs or anything, they were a great method of exercise after all. But when you lived on the third floor, and used the stairs several times a day, they tended to get pretty monotonous. Plus Kyree had seen a lot of older residents within the apartment complex, and she often wondered how on earth they managed the stairs day after day. Several flights of stairs were practically nothing for a young, youthful, spunky, seventeen year old like herself.

As Kyree neared the end of the last flight of stairs, she heard the familiar ring of her cell phone chiming at her from deep in her purse. “I really need to keep that thing in my pocket” Ky mumbled to herself as she began digging through the contents of her bag, searching for her cellular device. She was so absorbed in her search that she didn’t pay attention to the door that was propped open. Kyree threw out one of her hands in front of her, ready to push open the door that she knew was coming. The sudden absence of the door caused her to stumble through the entryway, almost falling completely over onto the concrete in front of her.

Kyree stumbled, but managed to regain her balance and prevent herself from falling flat on her face. She looked around confused and wondering why on earth the door was propped open. “I swear if this is now some stupid way of finding a different means of air conditioning for the building, please shoot me now” Kyree spoke her thoughts aloud, still a little disgruntled by her lack of coordination. The sun was bright, causing Kyree to squint her eyes. It was then that she remembered she had grabbed her sunglasses on the way out. She slid them off the top of her head, down onto her eyes as she continued looking around for some sort of explanation for the door being open.
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[Robert Grant]

Robert was laying back in the back of the moving truck. He had his arms underneath his head, just taking the time to relax and catch his breath before getting back to hauling the rest of his belongings up to his apartment. He really hated moving. It was always such a pain in the ass to him. He could have been just relaxing and having a couple beers today, but instead he had to do this. At least he had the next day off as well. It was such a relief to have some time off to himself every now and then. It wasn't that he hated his job, but who didn't love their days off?

He then heard someone by the door and from the sound of it, it seemed as though had fallen, or at least came close to doing so. He sat up and looked over to the door to see a young girl staring at the door he had propped open. He then hopped down from the truck and pulled on the bottom of his 'Kill the Lights' security shirt he was wearing to straighten it out. He then started walking up to the door where the girl was. He had to at least see if she was alright, even though it seemed she may not have even fallen in the first place.

"Hey, are you alright? Sounded like you might have fallen." It came natural to him to ask if someone was alright since he worked as security. He remembered a lot of the gigs he had been at. There was usually always at least one fight that would break out, and everytime he jumped in to break it up and see if everyone was alright, he just remembered how intimidating some people thought he was. He figured there was no way he would seem intimidating now though, it wasn't like he had on an angry face trying to break up some fight, but then again he wasn't a small guy.

Before she had time to respond his phone started going off. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered it. It was his work phone, so he always answered it. "Yeah, what do you need?" He nodded his head a couple times listening to the other person on the phone. "Yeah, I'll come by later, I'm sort of busy right now." He nodded his head again, "Yeah I'll be there, but not till later. Alright, bye." He then hung up the phone and put it back into his pocket. "Sorry about that, but are you alright? You look alright though." He laughed at himself for being so concerned when she looked absolutely unscathed.

[Kyree Dillian Briggs]

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Kyree had completely forgotten about her cell phone going off. She was more distracted by the mystery at hand. If the building was thinking about cutting out air conditioning and just leaving the doors open, she was going to have a fit. Maybe she could start a petition or something. There was no way Kyree was going to live on an island, in extremely warm temperatures, with no air. Someone might as well just kill her now. Taking a quick peek around the building, Ky noticed that none of the other doors had been propped open. Okay, maybe she had jumped to conclusions. It wouldn’t have been the first time she’d done so.

Kyree sighed, frustrated, confused, and totally distracted from what she had originally planned on doing. Talk about being easily distracted. She was so focused on trying to figure out what was going on that she didn’t hear someone approach her. An older guy she didn’t recognize began walking towards her, asking if she was alright. Great. A witness to her lack of coordination. That was exactly what she needed right now. “Me?” Kyree asked, double checking to make sure this guy was talking to her. There was a large part of her that was really hoping he was talking to someone else, meaning no one had noticed her little almost-faceplant.

The guy’s phone suddenly started going off, which he quickly answered. Kyree’s head tilted to the side, slightly confused. At least now she had a second to look the guy over. He was built, that much was for sure. To be honest, he looked rather intimidating. Definitely not someone Kyree would want to pick a fight with, ever. His concern seemed genuine enough, so obviously he had to be a nice guy. Right? Still, the intimidation factor, on top of Kyree’s not-to-fond interest in the male species didn’t quite place him on her I-Trust-You side.

As he hung up his phone, he asked her again if she was alright. Dang it he had seen her. Well, crap. “Yeah, I’m fine. Coordination isn’t exactly oh-my-god you’re security for Kill the Lights?!” Kyree’s sentence changed midway through as she noticed the shirt the guy had on. She had always been fond of Kill the Lights, and hoped to one day be even half as famous as they were. Jeesh no wonder this guy looked intimidating. Protecting famous people was job for big scary people right?

Kyree ran a hand through her hair and literally had to mentally tell herself to not jump up and down like a silly little fan girl. She didn’t consider herself another silly fan. She was a devout up-and-coming musician that thought Kill the Lights to be one of her biggest inspirations. A big difference from a mere fan if you asked her. “Wait, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be like… securing something?” Kyree asked, suddenly confused once again.
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[Robert Grant]

He could tell she seemed embarrassed about what had happened, but he wasn't there to laugh at her for it. He then looked down at his shirt when she suddenly seemed to momentarily freak out because he was security for Kill the Lights. He had forgotten he was wearing the shirt, and didn't even think about getting that kind of a reaction. He was just security after all. At the same time though it made sense, because he figured a lot of crazed fans out there would envy the fact that he got to be so close to the band when most people couldn't even get up close to the stage. He had to laugh at that now. "Yeah, I'm actually the main bodyguard for Kill the Lights."

He was glad to hear she was alright, but he had already expected that she was from looking at her. His phone went off again and he pulled out to see it was only a text. He never could get any rest from that damn phone. He quickly read the message and put the phone away. It was just another message letting him know he was needed as soon as he was available. That was just his luck. Instead of getting to relax and take things easy while moving in, he had to have somebody make sure to rush him with this work just so he could go and do some other work. It seemed almost like any day now was like that. He figured that's what he got for being head security though.

Hearing her next question made him laugh again, "Actually I'm moving in here. Sorry about keeping the door open like that. It's just hell trying to get everything in while trying to open the door over and over." He only wished that he was done though. However, he also didn't want to be done, because he didn't really want to go deal with whatever problem was going on at the security office. It was usually either some crazed fan that tried desperately to get on stage, or some drunk fan who decided to start a fight. Either way it was usually never a good thing. "Yeah as for securing things... that's not until a bit later today." Even as much as it annoyed him, he still actually loved his job. Mainly because he had grown so fond of Josie and felt he needed to be there to watch out for her. She was always doing something though that caused him to stress. Whether it was some crazy obsessed fan or her just trying to pull some crazy stunt as usual.

He then remembered something when he realized how big of a fan this girl seemed to be. He reached in his pocket to pull out his wallet. "You seem like a pretty big fan of Kill the Lights, and you seem nice enough to me. Tell you what, why don't you have these." He then pulled out two tickets for an upcoming Kill the Lights show. "I get them for free for family or friends all the time, but I really don't have any use for them. I'm sure you'd have better use for them." He smiled politely at her as he handed them to her. "They're VIP tickets too, so enjoy."

[Kyree Dillian Briggs]

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Well, that explained the mystery behind the left-open door. Inwardly, Kyree sighed with relief. That meant she still got her air conditioning. Yeah it was a silly thing to be so worked up about in the first place, but when you lived on an island with hot humid weather almost twenty four seven, you quickly learned to appreciate and value air conditioning. Not that Kyree hated the warm weather. It was nice actually, especially considering she hated the cold. The cold snowy winter weather was something she definitely didn’t miss about Tennessee. The unusual winter conditions on the island were much more preferred.

Kyree had to admit, this guy was being really nice. He was checking on her to make sure she was okay, despite the fact that it really wasn’t his fault she was uncoordinated and completely oblivious to her surroundings. Ky was surprised to hear that this guy was moving in to the same apartment complex as her. Really? She had always assumed all the famous band’s help stayed in some fancy high-end mansions or something. Hmm, maybe some things about famous were mis-leading. Maybe, but Kyree doubted it. Being famous was everything she wanted to be, and she promised herself she would be all that and more one day.

Kyree couldn’t help but blush as the security guy noticed her obvious obsession with Kill the Lights. Okay, she knew she was a huge fan (not to be confused with the crazy psycho fan-girl type), but was her little obsession really that obvious? She’d have to work on toning it down just a wee bit. His next action took her by complete surprise, and her attempts at “toning it down a bit” went completely out the window. Her mouth dropped open in completely shock, and she honestly felt like her eyes were going to pop out of her head. Was he really offering her tickets to Kill the Lights?! Not just any tickets, but VIP tickets?! Oh my gosh this could not be happening…

It took Kyree a moment for her to find her voice, to be honest, she had completely forgotten how to speak properly. She reached up to grab the tickets, all hopes of regaining her composure were gone. Once the tickets were in her hands, she got the sudden urge to pinch herself, just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Of course, the last thing she needed was another embarrassing moment in front of this guy, so she refrained from pinching herself. At least while she was in public’s eye. “Oh. My. Josie.” she replied, the saying she liked to use whenever she was in complete and utter shock.

Yeah, this guy was huge and a little intimidating, but he was probably one of the nicest guys Kyree had met. “You’re seriously giving me these?” she asked, still in disbelief. She honestly had no idea what to say, which was very unusual for her. The girl loved to talk anyone and everyone’s ear off. It wasn’t too often that she was ever as speechless as she was now. “I-I don’t know what to say!? Thank you thank you thank you!” she replied, unable to contain her excitement anymore as she began jumping up and down. Kyree laughed as she hugged the tickets close to her. “Do you need help moving or anything? It’s the least I can do for you giving me these.”
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[Robert Grant]

At first it seemed she had calmed herself down, most likely just trying to keep her cool as they called it. That didn't last too long however when he offered her the tickets. It didn't bother him though. Being head of security he was very used to fans being that way. In fact he enjoyed seeing them. It always made him more proud of Josie in a way, like her work of art with her guitar was able to make people so overjoyed. He had to laugh when the girl questioned his sincerity of giving her the tickets. He took a breath and raised an eyebrow, "Nah, I just thought you'd like to hold on to those for me. Of course you can have them." It wasn't that he was trying to be mean about her question, but he couldn't resist poking a little fun at her about it.

He took a moment to stretch now after having just got up from his break he had been taking earlier. "Well you're very welcome." When she offered to help him move that gave him some relief. However, looking at her he knew she wouldn't be able to do the kind of lifting he could, but it would be nice to have someone help take up the smaller boxes and such. It would definitely take less time with the extra help, and that was just what he needed. Of course he knew he'd still have to call one of the boys from the security office to help with the bigger furniture. It's not that he thought she was weak, but he didn't think she'd be able to help bring in in his large screen television. It was a big sized screen, but it was an older model so it weighed a ton.

He nodded slightly and smiled. "Yeah, if it's not too much trouble that would be wonderful to have a helping hand. If you want to help, just worry about the regular boxes. I've got to call one of the guys later to get the bigger stuff up. I don't expect you to help lift any of that. It even gives me hell, especially that damn tv. I seriously need to get one of the those thin lighter ones soon." He laughed now in a friendly manner. "It would be number 214, the one with the door open and all the boxes in it. Pretty obvious actually."

He was about to head back to the moving truck before he stopped himself. "I don't think I caught your name. I'm Robert, or Rob, whatever you feel like calling me really." He was never too strict about what anyone called him, as long as it wasn't an intentional degrading name. He was a pretty laid back guy, but he still appreciated respect like any other person did. Not many people however had the courage to cut Rob down, out of fear of him beating the hell out of him. He rarely acted out like that though, at least not since he sobered up a few years back. Thinking back, the guys at the security office had decided to nickname him 'RPG', his initials, which just happened to also be the name of a missile launcher in the military. He kind of liked the name though, cause he felt like deep down the guys did it as to show respect that he was a retired soldier.