I'm just really on a roll again, aren't I? The mood to write struck me, and so did the people that own CSI. I wasn't trying to steal it... I swear. Well, almost.
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Once she had made her way across town, she walked down the garbage littered street where she now resided. It wasn't the best part of town, but the rent was cheap, and the owners didn't seem to ask many questions. All she'd told them was she was a university student and needed somewhere to stay. They had no objections provided she paid the first and last months rent upfront. She then offered over a stack of cash that she'd extracted from the bank and that was that. She had a place to stay.
Climbing up the stairs to her third floor apartment, she quickly made her way past the dirt and grime that covered the floor, walls and railing (in effect everything in the dimly lit stairwell). She avoided contact with as many of the surfaces as was possible, because though she was being trained to know what to look for in dank environments such as these, it didn't take a student in forensics to hazard a guess as to what might be caked into the dirt.
She was told that the elevator would soon be fixed when she got the official tour of the place by the superintendent. But judging by the aged look of the 'out of order' sign she saw taped to the elevator door, it had been broken for quite some time, so she wasn't holding her breath. It was only three flights of stairs anyway. No big stress on her, she was in decent shape.
Once she arrived on her floor, and made her way past a number of doorways, she dropped the bags she was carrying in her one hand, so she could reach into her pocket and fetch her key. After fiddling with the lock for a bit, she bent down, grabbed the rest of her things and walked into her apartment.
She sat the bag with her clothes down on the floor, and placed the ones with the food and dishes up on the counter. She went through the bags, putting things into her barren cupboards, which didn't look much better once she'd finished putting the bits of food she'd grabbed into them. She sighed a little, but figured it was enough to hold her over until she could do some real shopping.
Next she pulled out the dishes, giving each a rinse as she pulled it out of the bag. She realized that she didn't have a tea towel to dry them with, or a draining pan to sit them in, so she just let them air dry on the counter. She'd have to go out and get some dish soap and tea towels later. She decided to grab some paper from her notebook, plus a pen from her bag, and make a list of the things she'd need to buy, because after every task she seemed to complete, she thought of things she was missing.
After the dishes had dried off, and she had put them away, she sat down on the wooden floor of what would be a living room, had there been anything other than three walls, the floor and the ceiling. Thankfully, the lights in the apartment still worked, so she didn't have to sit in the dark. She pulled out her school books and started to do what she did best – her homework.
A few hours had passed, and Sara had been able to accomplish quite a bit (plus keep her mind off other matters, which she was rather happy about), she folded closed her books and pushed them to the side of the room. Then, she grabbed the pair of pajamas she had packed earlier, changed into them and brushed her teeth before bed.
There wasn't actually a separate bedroom in the apartment, all the rooms were attached to one central 'living space' as the superintendent had called it earlier, so she just laid down on the floor, rolled up one of her sweaters to use as a pillow and fell into a dreamless sleep.
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