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It was the sound of the elderly wooden chair that creaked with agony, filling the entire apartment as Jimmy leaned back into its rickety frame upon finishing the last bite of his greasy Chinese takeout in a paper box. 

"Fuck.." his hands on his stomach, head thrown back and eyes glued to the ceiling. "I needed that." It was always top of Jimmy's list to eat in the morning. Nothing came before it. Every so often he'll wake up and find himself disgustingly hungry, for one reason or another. He could never fathom how people could wake up every day and simply skip breakfast. The idea was as a foreign concept to him as the USSR, and skipping a meal had always made him feel empty. Both literally and figuratively. 

Next he planned to work out. That was part of his routine every second day or so; hard exercise and then go shower. Not to confuse Jimmy with the active lifestyle, wake-up-six-in-the-morning kind of guy, because he wasn't. Jimmy actually wakes up in the afternoon most of the time, and often gets scowled for his somewhat lazy habits.

Jimmy wound up shirtless in that same chair, and passed out there the same night. His recollection of the events prior were a little blurry, perhaps some drinking and a few pals by his side and he was out like a light. Who knows? He peered through the eye slits in his latex frog mask and squinted at the blinding sun rays that buried themselves in his eye sockets. It felt very warm, like blankets. It must have been hot that day, but Jimmy didn't notice how incredibly golden and blazing it was until he glanced through the shutters.

Shoving the paper box aside, he got up and walked into the spare room with his dumbbells, where his roommate Arin was surely out cold.

Arin lay sprawled across the bed in nothing but a plain black pair of pajama pants as that god awful creaking filled his ears. He made a mental note to throw that damn chair out the window when he actually managed to get out of bed, but the not was soon crumpled up and thrown in the wastebasket that was the recesses of his mind as he quickly passed back out. 

The night before had been a fun one, at least he thought it had been. It was hard to remember exactly, it might come back to him better when he actually dragged his ass out to the real world instead of wrapping himself up in the safety blanket of sleep he was so accustomed to. That could wait still though, he was going to continue to prosper from the sweet ambrosia of sleep. At least that had been the plan, but not all things work out accordingly. He was shortly awoke again by the sound of the door to his room opening. Shit, was it exercise time already? Well it was for Jimmy at least. 

It was dark when he woke up, simply due to his utter refusal to open his eyes and accept that he had to get up. He accepted that this was his reality and ever so slowly slid his eyes open to greet the world to find that it was still dark. He had passed out with the mask on again and it had gotten fucked up in his sleep, as it tended to do. He pushed himself up into a sitting position and fixed his mask so he could see through it properly before turning to look over at Jimmy.

"I take it you have business here to attend to. Did my secretary let you in?" He asked as he looked around to see what state of dissary he had left the room in last night. His bong was next to the bed and there were various cassette tapes scattered about around the bed as well, but overall nothing too bad. "I'll have to remember to fire her, she keeps letting in assholes." He said sarcastically as he rose to his feet and bent over to grab a random cassette from the floor and pocket it.

As Jimmy entered the room, he was flushed with a wave of relief as the cool air wrapped itself around him. This room was half a gym, and half Arin's room, where both him and his cassette tapes were sprawled out. Some of those tapes also belonged to Jimmy, but he didn't really keep track of that, he saw them as taking dual-ownership over most, if not all of the cassette tapes seeing as they had very similar tastes in music. Jimmy observed the state of the room he was in and smiled underneath his mask. Truth be told, he actually liked living in a pigsty.

"Your secretary's gone." Jimmy couldn't help but snicker in a low tone. "I talked her into pissing off so I could barge into your room any time I wanted." it was dry, but you could tell he was having fun. He walked over to the boombox and picked up a cassette from the ground. Thing's been running since '82 even though the guy Jimmy bought it down from the radio shack said he had it since '79. You could tell too. The case outside the boombox was worn and dented in a few corners, and the metal grating over one speaker had fallen off. Nevertheless, it still chugged away at whatever tape he managed to throw at it. With a few buzzes and whirls of the boombox processing the tape, it began pumping out Black Flag. Fucking awesome. It wasn't too loud, Jimmy tended to be a little more considerate of those who just woke up, or were asleep for that matter. Though, it wasn't so peaceful either.

"After this and a shower, I think I'm going for a drive, eh, der-brain?" he said, sitting down at his post with a dumbbell in hand, smiling once more. He didn't slip up once.

A smirk spread slightly across Arin's lips as well, though neither could see the others smiles. "Don't see why you bothered, never stopped you from barging in before." He replied just as dry as his roommate, but clearly with no ill will intended. Arin rose slightly as he balanced on his toes, stretching his hole body out and yawning as Black Flag began blaring into his ears. "Fucking aces, dude." He said as the punk music brought a mischievous grin to his unseen face. 

Arin made his way for the door, being careful not to step on any of the tapes as he walked through. Sure you could scatter them across the floor but stepping on them was basically sacrilegious, after all what was life without a little music and noise complaints. A lot of noise complaints. God they new how to have a good time here, even if the others didn't appreciate it. Of course, the music was still at a semi-respectful level now because it was early but their kind of music wasn't meant to stay quiet for too long.

Arin stopped himself as he heard Jimmy's voice again and he leaned against the door frame before giving his reply.

"Got any destination in mind? Either way, count me in too. Only one way to enjoy the outside on a day like today, and thats whipping down the streets." He said before stepping out of the room and making his way to the kitchen. He  cracked open the fridge and scanned the shelves until he found what may as well have been the holy grail for him. He shut the fridge and walked over to the couch, two cold burritos in hand. He flipped the station to some rerun of Adam West's Batman series. He shifted his mask so he could start on devouring those as he took in the campiness from the TV series.

Still pumping the dumbbell like a farmer pumps his water, Jimmy was bobbing his head slightly to the beat of the music. He watched Arin shuffle his way out of the room, being cautious to not step on any of the cassette tapes. Doing so would be to commit one of the greatest fallacy's, and would probably lead to anger from both parties, so they didn't want that. The workout had Jimmy feeling both heated and euphoric at the same time. A blend so powerful it could only be beaten out by cocaine. Or the police, if we're still talking about cocaine. 

As Arin questioned him about the destination of his travel, he pause, and took a moment to reflect. He planned to just go "for a drive" which entailed nothing more than a goalless, and most importantly endless motorbike drive that stopped when Jimmy wanted it to. He must've zoned out, because Arin left into the next room and started watching TV. 

"Think I'll head down to the corner store." he yelled into the next room. They both knew what he meant. The corner store, you know, the bleak kind with paint torn off run by a Pakistani immigrant? That one. It was the closest one to them, and although Jimmy didn't exactly have a grocery list, he knew he'd find something to pick up once he got in there. It always happened.

"If you wanna come, I'll end up wiping the gravel with you." tauntingly, Jimmy walked out from the gym and bedroom once he finished working out and took a shower before getting dressed. His Thrasher shirt, faded jeans, all black Converse, and a worn out Letterman's jacket. It had a little weight to it as Jimmy kept his folding police baton hidden within it if he planned on wearing it. Exiting his room he nodded to Arin and headed toward the door.

"C'mon, man. Let's go."

As Arin polished off his second burrito he leaned back in the old chair, the annoying creak rearing its head again just so they knew it hadn't left for good. He adjusted his mask back to fit properly and grabbed the tinfoil, crumpling it up and tossing it from the chair to the garbage can, bouncing it off the wall and into the soon-to-be over flowing wastebasket. He heard Jimmy calling out to him and managed to stand himself back up. He was about to give a reply when he heard Jimmy's taunting. 

"That's funny," Arin called back to him, "last I checked it wasn't garbage day, but I guess I can take out the trash anyway." He finished with a tone just as taunting. Besides, he could use a trip for some food or what not. The fridge was starting to look a little scarce. Arin waited for Jimmy to hop into the shower before strolling back into his room and kicking the door shut behind him. He had showered the night before so he wasn't all to concerned with doing it again this morning, so he simply stripped off his pajamas and went to his small dresser in the room. He threw on his favorite Clash shirt, his jeans ripped at the left knee, his sleeveless hoodie and strapped on his blue Converse. 

Walking out, he looked down at the scattered tapes and pocketed another one. Never know when it might come in handy. He then proceeded to flip off the boombox, letting a silence fall across the place, except for the the distant sigh of relief from the neighbors. He caught Jimmy's nod and followed to the door.

"Just thought you might want to see the front of me before we get on our bikes and all you'll get to see of me is my ass." He taunted jokingly, before reaching out to turn the doorknob.
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