Tyrek's Apartment

Tyrek yawned a bit before shaking hs head and rolling himself out of his bed, he lived in a shitty little apartment his bed was small and uncomfortable there were marks all over the walls and no wallpaper, in his bedroom lay a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on the floor other than that his bedroom consisted of a small uncomfortable bed hole filled walls creaky wooden flooring and well that was it really.

He threw on his pair of jeans and t-shirt they were pretty ordinary clothes the t-shirt was plain and white whilst the pants was just a regular blue colour, he would stretch something he always had to do in the morning due to his horrible mattress, he then walked out of his bedroom there was no door to the bedroom it was just an empty space which led straight to his kitchen which was also lackluster, he had all he needed really a coffee machine a fridge and presses, the kitchen was really also sort of like his living room as he only had two rooms within this apartment.

Opening his fridge he would look through what he got one carton of milk and nothing else but it was all he needed he guessed, he turned on his coffee machine and filled himself a drink before heading to the 'living room' section of the room he had a workshop built in there really it was just a desk where he could build what he wanted, he had been using it to create guns as of current and was just looking for someone to sell it to, other than guns he had a few necklaces.

He currently hadn't the highest quality merchandise but it was enough to get him by, he picked up a gear bag from beside his workshop opening it he would look to see that he had all of his goods, it was filled up with 10 pistols and ammo to go with them alongside 2 or 3 necklaces he could also sell, the pistols he created were only really worth 25 dollars but he couldn't really complain as due to his powers he could make a gun out of pretty much anything and it also helped him to survive, he knew he could get more powerful and would strive for it he needed to becom more active get more practice in for his power and find a spot in which he could sell his goods safely.

leaving his bag for a moment he would throw on a black hoodie and pull it up before closing the gear bag and placing it on his shoulder he would check his wallet he currently had 50 dollars within, he was rather low on cash and he knew it, otherwise he wouldn't be in an apartment which was as small and shitty as this one, it only cost him 150 a month however so he usually had a bit left over which he used to survive depending on how much he could sell.

He would push his door open and simply push it back again, he would spot a rat scurrying through his room on his way out but it didn't really matter much, the door to his apartment had no handle so wasn't possible to lock even if he wanted.

Tyrek would arrive at his apartments worn out and exhausted, completely at his limit, his bones ached alongside his muscles and the injuries he had been dealt had a raspy sting upon them, he would take one last drag off the cig he held in his mouth before quenching it on the wall before letting it simply drop to the floor and head towards his desk sitting and grunting.

His breath was shaky and his mind tired. He laid the makeshift weapon he had created upon the desk, and begin to analyse it despite his tiredness before standing and heading towards his desk to check his fridge and falling unconscious upon the floor.

He awoke eventually hours later his muscles still sore but his injuries feeling nowhere as intense and feeling a lot less fatigued, lifting himself wearily to his feet he would notice he had managed to gain a nosebleed from the contact with the hard floor, heading to the bathroom a shitty little room with blocks missing on the walls and ground and cuts upon the toilet itself, grabbing a roll of tissue he would begin to blow his nose and clean it up a little.

heading back to his desk seeing his notes upon the table alongside his weapon which had been slightly worked upon he would smile before taking his phone from his pocket wondering about the girl whom he had met the previous day Bala was her name as far as h could remember he hoped she may be okay and had decided he would visit her.

Upon opening his phone and turning it on he would catch a voicemail from Bala she was worried such a sweet girl she even said it herself a worried voice full of tears they were only strangers but that did not take away from the utter worry that such an event must cause,

He would quickly do some stretches loosening his body before walking into his bathroom still a small shitty little room and begin to shower it was not even the best of showers barely possible for him to wash himself but at the least it could help him wash the blood from his body.

He would after washing himself up getting rid of the blood within his body and brushing his teeth head to his bedroom searching through his clothes and grabbing a pair of black cargo pants alongside a white t-shirt and black runners.

Stepping out of his room he would look at the leather jacket he had worn it was rather useless now possibly damaged beyond repair at least for one of a normal caliber he would fix it once he had the time, leaving with his wallet , and a cigarette in his mouth to ease his worries he would exit through his door using a piece of cardboard to adjust his door to a state in which it looked locked.