<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4b/09/24/4b09240954330957c79f24b82827e39f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Micah Silva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12809593#msg12809593)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee | Plumber<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 5 | 2 a.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Charlie and Marco's Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black Shirt and Boxers  (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/78/7e/0e/787e0eeccf0ecc362277c8cc3a8b1d44.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlie<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Not Applicable<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Not Applicable<hr/><br/>Micah tried his best to ignore the constant knocking sound from the other side of the wall. He even tried to deafen himself by covering his head with one of the pillows atop his bed. No success. If anything, his sharp hearing became more attuned to the almost rhythmic noise and as a consequence kept him from falling into deep slumber.<br/><br/>At first, he thought maybe someone next door found someone to warm their bed but did not want to awake their sleeping roommate. It reminded him of the stories he used to hear from his close friends. They often repeated tales of their conquests, usually involving fucking some privileged white girl. It did not matter to them that all that partying and screwing led to them returning to the streets rather than escaping their past.<br/><br/>Only after the first hour passed without an end in sight did he rise up from the relative comfort of his bed and listen more carefully. Micah grumbled tiredly in Spanish when he realized the source of the problem. It could not wait till morning or the issue would worsen. He then tugged the first shirt he spotted over his mussed hair and searched around the room for his tool box. Yes, he brought it with him even though this was supposed to be his vacation rather work-related travel. He tried his hardest to leave the tools of his trade behind at his apartment but it was not an option for him. Some people felt naked without their smartphones. He, on the other hand, felt ill at ease without his tool box.<br/><br/>Micah did not bother to locate his pants before he left out of the door. Firm knocks announced his presence outside of the door before he waited for the occupant to hopefully wake up and open it. A short, curvy brunette opened the door and he immediately found himself staring. Only after a few seconds of silence did he lift the tool box as if it would explain the reason for his presence.<br/><br/>“Uh. I know this sounds random as fuck but I think there’s a leak in your room. I stay next door and I keep hearing water drip. Do you mind if I check it out? It’ll only take a quick minute or two.” He flashed her his best disarming smile, hoping it might ensure she understood he was not creeping on her or anything.<br/>