The Block. (IC)

[Bambolina]

Kinsley
Kinsley hummed softly to the Taylor Swift song that was playing on the radio as she pinned back the top of her dark brown hair, her hips swaying slightly as she shoved some small bobby pins into the back of her head. "You go talk to your friends...talk to my friends....talk to me.." she murmured in a singsong voice as she continued to fumble with the feeble bobby pins in her thick hair. "Oh screw it." she muttered seconds later, pulling out all of the bobby pins and throwing them on the dresser, shaking her head gently as her wavy hair fell down onto her shoulders and chest. She used a pinky to part her hair and then finger combed her hair, smoothing down her blue collared shirt and khaki pants. She didn't want to look frumpy for work, especially with something considered so nerdy, and especially since it was against work policy. She slid on a pair of all white Converse and made her way out of her apartment, grabbing her things before closing the door and locking it. She continued to hum to the song, which was now in her head, as she made her way down the stairs, scrolling through her unread messages on her iPhone as she stepped onto the first floor.

Emerson
Emerson sighed softly as he pulled into a space at the parking lot of the complex, resting his head against the steering wheel once the car had shifted gears. Last night was especially rough at the ER and he wanted nothing more than to be in his bed right at that moment, but he knew he wouldn't be able to get as much sleep as he would like to since almost everyone at the complex worked normal business hours, unlike his shitty graveyard shift. He finally turned off the car and stepped out, stretching his arms and cracking his neck before smoothing down his dark mint green scrubs. He shuffled his way over to the entrance of the complex and couldn't help but groan again as he heard the noise of his neighbors meeting him outside, turning around just once to lock his car, silently debating on whether to just sleep in there instead of in his bed. He rolled his eyes at his own dumb idea and trudged his way inside, not bothering to greet anyone that he passed by. He was tired and needed a nap now.