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You soon learned that it belonged to a just as pale, electric-blue haired boy. You tried to speed up and close the doors on them, but alas, your effort was wasted as a pale, thin hand with painted black nails stopped the door from closing. Great, they were probably headed to the elevator too. вЂњThey said thereвЂ™s gonna be a new album next year.вЂќ the softer voice exclaimed. One was deep and gruff, the other a more soft, emotionless tune. Heading into the elevator, you heard two muffled voices coming from behind you. Seems like the building was used to this kind of neglect. Quickly remembering the cigarette still in your mouth, you hastily remove it and breath the smoke out. Your eyes traced the sickly green coloured doors as you made your way to the elevator. It was like mildew mixed with the smell of peroxide on blood maybe some heavy chemical cleaner as well. When you walked in, you were hit with a strong, unpleasant smell. They jiggled slightly as you made your way to the front doors. The keys to your apartment, 404, already hung from your belt loop.

Pulling your bluesville zippo lighter out of your jacket pocket, you quickly lit up a smoke before grabbing a box. She was probably on the phone with some scumbag again. A few moments later, the trunk popped and you could hear your momвЂ™s annoying laughter coming from the front seat. вЂњAlright! Alright.вЂќ you slung your black duffel over your left shoulder as you hopped out the car. вЂњGet the fucking boxes!вЂќ she snarled at you. вЂњGet the boxes, iвЂ™ll be right there.вЂќ she huffed and pulled out her phone. The stench of the car had already ingrained itself into your skin, but hey, it was worth a try. God, you were gonna have to shower after this.

#ADDISON APARTMENTS SALLY FACE HOW TO#

You reeked of weed and smoke, but at least you knew how to maintain proper hygiene.

Every single piece of clothing she owned was either laced with the smell of cigarettes or was stained, too. She was a dirty woman, her hair indefinitely damaged from box dye, eyebags as dark as night, prominent cigar butt scars and heavy wrinkles adorning her discoloured face. вЂњWhat was that, brat?вЂќ Her blond hair whipped around to face you. вЂњThis place looks like a shit shack.вЂќ you mumbled, clearly displeased with your motherвЂ™s housing choice. The poisonous yet familiar smell of smoke filed out the car window as you neared addison apartments.

in her first few minutes at the addison apartments, sheвЂ™s already made new enemies and escaped her home for a quick stroll. Summary : seventeen year old y/n and her bitchfaced mother arrive in nockfell. *does not follow original plot of sally face*

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