"When we get in, you should definitely get some sleep." He gets into the elevator and sticks the key into one of the three slots. He turns it and the elevator goes up, without stopping, to the Yamagato condos. When they arrive, he pulls out the key.
The immediate area in front of the elevators bears the Yamagato logo. The hall stretches to either side. To the left are the rank-in-file apartments - many more doors. To the right there are fewer doors and the Yamagato logo is on them all. Hiro leads her down the right, all the way to the end of the hall. He opens the door.
The huge suite would fit 3 of Hiro's Tokyo apartment. However, it's more than obvious that Hiro hasn't moved anything much into here. The shelves are nearly empty and there are only a few other things in the sunken living room. There are a number of very tasteful Japanese prints of natural scenes and a few scrolls with calligraphy. The furniture is cherry and the room itself is an off-white which makes it look even more huge, especially with all the windows.
Hiro tosses the keys into a wooden bowl near the door. As he starts across the room, the blinking light of the phone catches his attention. He hits the button.
"Two new messages. First message," the machine says just before a torrent of Japanese in a female voice spills out of the speakers. Whoever it is definitely sounds worried. Hiro groans.
The machine beeps. "Second message." More Japanese, but it is definitely a guy, also sounding worried.
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Date: 2008-09-01 02:53 am (UTC)The immediate area in front of the elevators bears the Yamagato logo. The hall stretches to either side. To the left are the rank-in-file apartments - many more doors. To the right there are fewer doors and the Yamagato logo is on them all. Hiro leads her down the right, all the way to the end of the hall. He opens the door.
The huge suite would fit 3 of Hiro's Tokyo apartment. However, it's more than obvious that Hiro hasn't moved anything much into here. The shelves are nearly empty and there are only a few other things in the sunken living room. There are a number of very tasteful Japanese prints of natural scenes and a few scrolls with calligraphy. The furniture is cherry and the room itself is an off-white which makes it look even more huge, especially with all the windows.
Hiro tosses the keys into a wooden bowl near the door. As he starts across the room, the blinking light of the phone catches his attention. He hits the button.
"Two new messages. First message," the machine says just before a torrent of Japanese in a female voice spills out of the speakers. Whoever it is definitely sounds worried. Hiro groans.
The machine beeps. "Second message." More Japanese, but it is definitely a guy, also sounding worried.