Somewhere at that weird place called 124, Amon Vale

[BladeRunner]

((Shiiiit, has it really been a year? Well, I guess I could get active with this dogickey here))

 

After few painstakingly hours, the room 124 was fully set up, and the U-Haul left over at the nearest lot. Boxes were broken down and already the bed made and ready to go for a good night's sleep... If he could sleep. It had been just a few days since the breakup, renting out a vehicle then sleeping in it wasn't such a good idea but it was better than paying out the ass for a shitty hotel. Not that Amon didn't have the money, he was pretty wealthy due to his stinginess and his well paying job. 

Amon Vale was a man of many flavors, from leaving the windows and door open to listening to Enigma to help wound down for the night; to the suddenness at certain thoughts popping in his head and then to a mixture of emotions from the rollercoaster he's been on. One part told him that bitch deserved to be left, another told him to move on and that it was a right choice, and player three was screaming while the fourth wheel was on fire. He couldn't necessarily comprehend what he'd done, moving away from friends and family and far, far away from his ex-girlfriend, but it was still coming together. 

On his couch Amon sat just staring at the wall until he snapped to. He stood up, rubbing his face once with a hand, and proceeded to dial his phone for pizza, ordering at least three boxes worth of pepperoni, beef, and spinach chicken artichoke. Earlier Amon had noticed people glancing at him like they never seen someone move heavy boxes and furniture on their own. No one offered to help, assholes, and he was pretty hungry from the long day. The first thing he did was unload dishes and getting them washed whatever was there, he then went on to putting together furniture; a two piece couch and his bed, got his sheets washed and the boxes separated into their respective rooms. There was a laundry list of things to take care of still, but Amon figured he could eat first, shower, then sleep... It wasn't like he had company.