𩠠«  richard madden.  cismale.  he/him/his.  36.  »  was  that  BECK  HUDSON  walking  through  the  doors  of  amorelux  ?  i  heard  they  just  moved  in  to  apartment  604  from  SALEM, OREGON  and  work  as  a  fisherman, former marine.  they  seem  staunch  &  authentic  but  donât  get  on  their  bad  side  !  they  can  be  confrontational  &  temperamental  which  makes  sense  since  theyâre  an  ARIES.  you  know  theyâre  home  when  you  see  a  flash  of  a deep-rooted frown etched into harsh features, a faint waft of salt water and fish, the pronounced steps of an irregular gait, and loud sounds at all hours of the night. Â
legitimately, the worst neighbor.Â
heâll play loud music or tv at all hours of the day and night, if heâs home. thereâs always random sounds or banging going on. why? because insomnia and ptsd can keep him up and active and heâsâ got to do something to exhaust himself. does he care what the neighborâs think? absolutely not. it could be 2:41am and hudson will be up, his apartment a mess, because he decided now was the time to create a new bench for the kitchen island.Â
and if you complain? heâll just be worse, because heâs a petty dick.
as you can imagine, hudson isnât a peach of a person. heâs rude, uncouth, and extremely bitter. âgrumpyâ is an understatement. itâs like this man has no joy, or like heâs never heard of a smile. thereâs just some black cloud that follows him around and heâs not here to make friends. in fact, heâd rather you just leave him the heck alone. will he leave you alone? hard to say. but nobody ever said he wasnât a hypocrite.Â
no, he wasnât always this way. life started out in what became normal to him, as a military brat. about every two years, theyâd be in a new environment, his parents stationed somewhere new. because of this, he never really formed any connections with others and grew to understand the only person he could rely on, was himself. everyone else either got taken away or waved goodbye. he just got sick of thinking maybe this time would be different.Â
since the military life was already everything he knew, it was only natural he followed in their footsteps. hudson enlisted in the marines and served three tours, each one harder than the last. he barely started the 4th before everything that could go wrong, did. his unit was taken by surprise -- some of the men and women heâd finally had some form of relationship with, were gone. he nearly died, too. people said he was lucky to be alive, and hudson? well, he wasnât exactly the same anymore. they had to take his left leg from the knee down and itâs been difficult to get over since.Â
hudson spent over a year in the hospital to recover and go through therapy. physical therapy, as well. he struggled with the memories, with sleepless nights. he struggled to accept himself as he was now, because he couldnât change it. it was hard not to be resentful and bitter, all the while knowing he was as lucky as they said. he could have died. heâs not proud for the thoughts heâs had. thereâs a lot of survivorâs guilt to unpack and yeah, he struggles to talk about that too. because he was never raised to feel like it was okay to be vulnerable.
he moved in here after it opened, as a favor from his fatherâs wealthy friend. a connection of him knowing someone who felt sorry and wanted to give him a chance to be on his own feet again. since heâs been honorably discharged, hudson has since gotten into the fishermanâs business because itâs hard, physically grueling work. some days, if heâs lucky, heâll pass out the second he gets home and actually get a few hours sleep. but he definitely pays for it physically. in the past year, his reliance on pain medication has kicked up.
so yeah, heâs open for any and all connections. basically heâs not a very happy man and wears that, obviously. heâs likely going to be moody and rude, but deep down, i promise there is a decent person in there that just takes a lot of patience and digging to get to. ultimately, heâs just struggling to accept everything thatâs changed and scared to form attachments because, well, heâs used to losing them and getting the short-end of the stick. very much a pessimist and realist.Â
would love to have connections with his surrounding neighbors (above and below, too!) where theyâre subject to his terrible commotions at all hours of the day. he still goes to physical therapy and the occasional re-fitting for new prosthetics. but youâll probably spot him at the gym or around the apartments doing something, because he still tries to behave like he can still do it all. even if it comes at risk of himself.Â
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â Peanut Butter! â Isaak beams taking the cat into their arms.â He escaped from my apartment, the second time this week, I think he just wants attention because if I let him be around the building on his own he usually comes back to be let in.â Isaak stares down as he sees the scratch. â I donât think you have anything to worry about, itâs not going to get infected. I get scratches all the time.â They show their hands.
Hudson made a face at the animalâs name, which he found utterly ridiculous. Peanut was okay, but Peanut Butter? No, he didnât find anything about that cute. âSounds like you need to do a better job of paying attention to him. You live in an apartment building,â he reminded the other, developing a frown at his brow, âand youâre not supposed to have your damn animals roaming around the place like itâs an extension of your personal home. People have got allergies, you ever think about that? People have fears of cats. Be fucking considerate.â It was funny, for Hudson of all people, to chide another to consider others when he himself did no such thing. All it did was suit his argument right now. While he agreed he doubted he would get an infection from the scratch, he wasnât going to give them the credit. Besides, he was actually more susceptible to infections and sickness, according to his doctors. So technically, he was supposed to worry about these things. He didnât though, because to concern about tiny scratches just felt stupid. Hudson folded the pants leg back into place and braced a hand to the wall to help get himself back to his feet. âThat cat is a damn menace,â he glared at it after seeing the scratches.Â
â Who are you calling old? â Erinâs frown only worsens, this man was rude and had he been quicker he would have taken the chair back for himself.â My eyes work just fine, kid. Canât say the same about your manners, maybe next time you can ask âÂ
âThe only person in here looking like a leathery book,â Hudson returned without missing a beat as his head turned to meet the other manâs eyes while he punctuated, âyou.â At this time, he lifted the bottle of beer in his hand to take a healthy drink from it, though he had a feeling he was going to need something stronger a lot sooner tonight. Honestly, he would have just gone to the store to get him something in a brown paper bag and spent the wee hours in his apartment... But, Hudson was kind of sick of looking at those four walls tonight. It was doing nothing to calm his racing mind. âDo you own this place?â he questioned, shifting somewhat in his seat so he was facing the older gentleman more, and gestured once more around at the bar. âBetter yet, do you own this chair?â He gave the seat a pat between his legs. âI donât need your permission to take a seat youâre not using.â
@amoreluxstartâ // Laurel was in a mood. Well, it was more of a phase. All she did lately was devour mysteries. Podcasts, books, movies, shows â you name it, sheâd inhaled it. An unfortunate side effect of her media gluttony was a desperate, unscratchable itch to solve her own mystery. So, on her day off, she lurked around the corner from the ground floor elevator with a brand new recording device whirring in her hand as she waited for that ding! to signal someone had arrived, and hopefully brought some excitement.Â
âDamn thing,â he muttered to himself, trying to scratch around underneath the bandage on his arm. Heâd gotten the injury at work earlier this week and as the days wore on, the cut got itchier. No, he wasnât supposed to itch it but what else was he supposed to do to get any relief? Hudson wasnât exactly paying much attention as the elevator opened and he walked on, busy trying to adjust the sleeve of his shirt back down, when he damn near bowled some woman over. âChrist, what the hell are you doing?â he barked, a hand coming up to snatch her up, in case she did actually lose her balance. It was more of a reflex than his desire to help her.Â
( open / @amoreluxstartâ ) kaede let out a huge gasp at the mess before her. âohhhh noooo,â she groaned with wide and panicked eyes. the soil from the broken plant pot was just everywhere â it was devastating. the corpse of her fig tree laid there in defeat. she couldnât even process what had happened.
As he headed into the building, Hudson idly itched at the bandage on his arm and stifled a yawn, physically exhausted from work. Approaching the elevators, he saw just in time some woman drop her potted plant on the lobby floor. Broken pot pieces and soil was all over the place within seconds. Instead of helping, Hudson side-stepped the carnage and laughed to himself, because at least it wasnât his problem. He jabbed the button to call down the elevator and stood there, casually glancing over the mess and not feeling sorry in the least. âThatâs why plants arenât a good idea,â he commented, unnecessarily.Â
      â hey, i didnât steal your laundry basket. i borrowed it, because i left mine upstairs. your clothes are still there, arenât they ? no harm, no foul.  â said laundry basket is being held hostage on a washing machine, his arm draped casually over it.  â and i brought it back safely, didnât i ?  â     @amoreluxstartâ
âThatâs not my problem,â Hudson returned, already annoyed. âYou can walk your happy ass back up to your apartment and grab your own basket. Who the hell raised you?â It infuriated him to even see the guy standing there, with his arm slung over his property like it was his privilege. But Hudson wasnât deterred as he stepped forward and grabbed the handle of it, giving a vicious yank back towards himself because hell yes, he was taking his property back. âAnd if you take my crap again, weâll have a problem.â Seems like the other wanted a problem, too.Â
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Isaak should have known that as soon as they opened the door Peanut Butter would make a run for it and explore the hallway, no matter what it seemed to be a common occurrence with both of them now. âPeanut come back here!â They stepped out unto the hall, scream hoodie on and slippers trying to catch up to their cat it wasnât long till they lost sight of him.â not againâŠâ Isaak muttered, shaking their head.Â
They turn around.â You havenât seen Peanut Butter by any chance?â
âYou mean this?â Hudson ground out through gritted teeth as he held up a cat by the scruff of its neck, where it hung there limply looking extremely guilty. âNext time, put a leash on your animal,â the former marine told them, shoving the cat forward and into their arms. Why was he so annoyed? Because the animal scratched at his ankle after he accidentally stepped on its tail. âYou better hope I donât get an infection,â Hudson griped as he carefully knelt down on his good knee, rolling up the bottom of his pants leg to see how bad the scratch was.Â
     â listen, iâm just saying to prepare yourself for october 21st ! â thereâs a shake of her head, she brings her ( 3rd, 4th, maybe 5th cold brew ? ) to her lips, brows raising as looks at the other, holds the elevator open and offers them a bag with a pretty expensive wine bottle in it. â because miss swift is releasing midnights, and that will be all iâm playing for the next year, and iâm not apologizing for who i am as a person ⊠so this is my peace offering. â and âŠÂ daisy tends to love the chillier weather; so she usually leaves her window open until the first snow. an awful southern girl, if you will.
Hudson purposely stood back from the elevator with a certain look on his face. âYou sound like a nightmare,â he commented bluntly of her. Though honestly, he was one of talk. Hudson often got complaints on him for being a shitty neighbor with his loud TV or music or whatever the hell he was banging on at that god-awful-hour of the night. Even though he was more than aware that Daisy shared the same floor as he did, the man was loathe to get locked in an elevator with her. âIâll wait for the next,â he stressed, reaching forward to jab at the button and hopefully encourage her to let the doors close on her and send her up. âKeep your offering, I donât drink wine.â
     â is this your cat ? â itâs a scraggly little thing, yet the creature is letting her hold it the way a cat should not be held ( julianna was always more of a dog person, really ), and the grey cat wiggles itâs bottom half. oddly enough, itâs not hissing, not even looking panicked; itâs just kinda âŠÂ there ? she doesnât know, but it seems very relaxed ( and julianna isnât a relaxed person, so again : weird ) . â and even if itâs not ⊠what the fuck is it doing ? is this normal ? âÂ
Hudson stood there braced at the counter, working on a couple of papers the apartments needed him to fill out. He was trying to get through it quickly so he could be on his way, so he was barely reading everything he was initialing. Her voice drew in his gaze, and he took an assessing look of her and the cat she held out like it was someone elseâs child she was trying to hand back. âDo I look like Iâd own a cat?â he asked flatly, shaking his head as his attention went back to the papers. âPut that thing down before you get rabies.â
âI am fine, I swearâ Astrid nodded one too many times, showing that she had more coffees than she should be allowed to, but that was a different topic that she wouldn't discuss. "But, tell me again... What did you need?"
His brows furrowed together, giving the woman a look. âDid I ask?â Hudson wasnât sure, but she seemed to be very... energetic. Or jittery? He couldnât really describe it, honestly, though he hoped this wasnât her usual speed. It was strange. âI need you to move,â he stated again, using his fingers to shoo her in another direction, before he pointed behind her at the stuff he was trying to get.Â
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â You know.â Erin starts off.â Iâm not sure what made you think that I wanted company but yet you made the brave decision to sit at my tablet. â He gestures around him before taking a sip of his drink. âWhat is it that you want? and before you ask, no, Iâm not buying you a drink.â
âCool it,â Hudson snapped towards the other man as he made a point to drag the chair even further away from the otherâs table -- a good two feet, at least -- and plop himself down. âUse your eyes, old man.â He then gestured carelessly around the speakeasy, to highlight the fact it was surprisingly busy. It normally wasnât at this hour, either. There must have been some kind of show going on nearby and recently let out. No, Hudson hadnât bothered to ask if this guy was waiting for anyone. He just assumed he wasnât. And since there was an extra seat he wasnât using, Hudson now staked claim to it. Thatâs all.Â
âMrâŠHudson,â Dan says as he walks into the manâs room, âIâm nurse Graves, I was asked by the doctor to take care of you injury, so as you can see they are passing on more work to the nurse staff,which means you will not die, that is good news right?â Daniel jokes as he gathed his things, putting on the rubber gloves to start to look after the man, âOh you seem familiar, I think we live in the same bulding,â Dan smiles, come to think of it, he had seen the man around the hospital before, âAre you doing physical therapy here? my buddy works there and sometimes I go meet them for lunch I swear Iâve seen you around there a couple of times,â he says, trying to start some kind of chat while he cared for the manâs wounds, Daniel knew even on small injuries, keeping the patients distracted was good. âSo how did you managed that?â
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âHudson,â the former marine correctly gruffly, âjust Hudson.â It wasnât his decision to even come to the hospital. His employer said it was company policy they make sure he was okay since the injury happened âon the jobâ -- probably didnât want him going after workerâs compensation or hazard pay. Truth be told, Hudson didnât have the time or care to go through all of that. For him, this was a mere flesh wound and heâd definitely had a lot worse. He wanted to be back on the boat to help finish off-loading the haul. And yet he was here, dealing with an overly chatty nurse who was way too in his damn business. The fisherman held out his arm in some mute silence so the man had access to the up-and-down freshly bleeding cut there, fully planning to get through this interaction without losing his temper. âWonderful,â Hudson muttered under breath and rolled his eyes after the nurse stated they live in the same building. In fact, he had known this. It was hard to drop old habits -- in the military, he was trained to pay attention and stay alert. Faces were easy to recall at this point and no, this wasnât the first time heâd seen Nurse Graves. Graves? Christ, what a name to have in a hospital. âI donât see how thatâs your business,â he reprimanded the other in a curt manner, finally leveling him with a firm stare. He wasnât here to discuss his life with this guy, he just needed him to slap a bandaid on so he could go. âMetal whiplash.â Hudson just happened to be in the way when one of their steel lines snapped and whipped him right across the arm. He was lucky, they said. But was he?
