When: 7 years ago. Around 8pm. Where: Atlas apartment in Ashville. Who: @isa-b-mateu
Astoria. Atlas didn’t think he would ever return after his first visit had ended so adruptively, at his own hand of course. But, there was something about the city that had drawn him back three years later, applying for residency inside it. Perhaps it was what he’d left behind last time, still fast asleep in his bed when Atlas left, or maybe it the possibilities that could occur in a city he no longer had to hide what or who he was in. Atlas was of course put into the weird vamprie monitoring program where he had to wait to be awarded one of the magical items that let him in the sun, which still amazed him that they existed. In the few days he’d been in town he’d managed to secure an apartment and sent for his belongings to be shipped to him. Now, in the late hours of the day, with the sun long gone, he was dragging trunks up the front steps ignoring the complaint of his new neighbors. If he’d had the forethought he would have asked Bash or hired someone to help him carry the large trunks up, though they weren’t nearly as heavy as they were to humans they weren’t exactly something he could craddle in his arms. “Oh give me a break for crying out loud!” he yelled back after a elderly woman on the lower floor scolded him for his noise for the third time. "She’s going to be a peach to live with isn’t she?” He’s talking to himself now, standing in front of his building staring up at the windows of the different apartments.