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Vamp AU/Modern era Sadie's apartment Layout | Open bedroom | Bath
Hotel rooms circa 1915
Saloon room, Tumbleweed
Parlor House, Rhodes
Welcome Center, Strawberry
Blackwater Saloon, Blackwater
Cottages/Houses/Lodgings
Safe House
The Loft (abandoned military look out post)
Outfits
Canon basic
Brown leather chaps
The Yellow Dress (She hated it too)
Camp skirt and vest
Bounty Hunter leathers and duster
Stealing Arthur's outfit
Hotel rooms circa 1915
Saloon room, Tumbleweed
Parlor House, Rhodes
Welcome Center, Strawberry
Blackwater Saloon, Blackwater
Cottages/Houses/Lodgings
Safe House
The Loft (abandoned military look out post)
Outfits
Canon basic
Brown leather chaps
The Yellow Dress (She hated it too)
Camp skirt and vest
Bounty Hunter leathers and duster
Stealing Arthur's outfit
Her apartment was spacious only in the way that it was open. It wasn't huge but still, a sight bigger than Dresden might be used to. That was the good part about finding old properties that could be repurposed. For instance, this place used to be part of an old grainery, the office and workman's areas stayed when the rest was torn down and she'd scooped it up for a song and spent time fixing it up enough for her. The decore was lean and modest but it suited her personality.
It had room for her things, which weren't much, a bar, a small kitchen, an open loft for the bed, and a locked safe where her weapons were stowed when not in use. Most of 'em anyway. She was never entirely bereft of something, she'd been in too many fights and taken in too many bounties to ever be completely unarmed.
She straightened the few things that needed it, cleared away some trash, and tidied up her coat, hat, and boots by the door. She didn't wait on him because he'd get there when he got there and she wasn't the sort who got all flustered over company in the first place.
It had room for her things, which weren't much, a bar, a small kitchen, an open loft for the bed, and a locked safe where her weapons were stowed when not in use. Most of 'em anyway. She was never entirely bereft of something, she'd been in too many fights and taken in too many bounties to ever be completely unarmed.
She straightened the few things that needed it, cleared away some trash, and tidied up her coat, hat, and boots by the door. She didn't wait on him because he'd get there when he got there and she wasn't the sort who got all flustered over company in the first place.
a hell raiser and hellblazer get drinks
Oct. 25th, 2021 08:46 pmGreat thing about generally outliving the hell out of most people was that it really allowed you to clean up on investments. Who noticed ten or twenty years when you lived over a century? Between her take as a bounty hunter and what was now generally considered a mercenary and living long enough to build up what would be called a comfortable living.
Sadie could afford a decent home anywhere but she kept a few small loft apartments for her use over the country. The one she was staying at while talking with John was a rustic loft that was spacious enough but not a waste of the space it occupied. Furnished simply but functionally with the bar, her locked closet for weapons and a neatly kept bed it was easy to keep tidy when you only slept an hour or so a day usually.
She didn't have much to spruce up before he arrived not like the kitchen got much use nor the bathroom sav for showers and baths really. She did have a soft spot for baths, the feeling of being warmed was a novel thing and immersion in a bath was as close to being human again as she could feel. Even after a feeding she felt alien, powerful energized and usually aroused but not remotely human.
She pulled out a bottle of Basil Hayden and a couple of glasses and brought them over to the coffee table by the couch. She poured herself a glass and waited.
Sadie could afford a decent home anywhere but she kept a few small loft apartments for her use over the country. The one she was staying at while talking with John was a rustic loft that was spacious enough but not a waste of the space it occupied. Furnished simply but functionally with the bar, her locked closet for weapons and a neatly kept bed it was easy to keep tidy when you only slept an hour or so a day usually.
She didn't have much to spruce up before he arrived not like the kitchen got much use nor the bathroom sav for showers and baths really. She did have a soft spot for baths, the feeling of being warmed was a novel thing and immersion in a bath was as close to being human again as she could feel. Even after a feeding she felt alien, powerful energized and usually aroused but not remotely human.
She pulled out a bottle of Basil Hayden and a couple of glasses and brought them over to the coffee table by the couch. She poured herself a glass and waited.
