Rachyl's Ratflat

The door to apartment 3B is stained, mottled, and looks like it's been kicked in a time or two. A lighter colored spot in the top third center seems to be where a knocker used to hang.

Upon opening the door, which opens left, it invariably thuds against the entrance to the bathroom. The 'hallway' is only about five feet long. A small shelf hangs off the wall at waist height, and serves as a catch-all for mail, housekeys, and takeout bags.

The right hand wall extends to the far end of the apartment - all fourteen feet of it. A tiny desk leans precariously against the wall, supported by half a dozen bricks, a cinderblock, and an old shopping basket. A few books and folders of papers lie atop it. (Rachyl tries not to put too much on it, or it'll collapse.)

The perpendicular wall is also about fourteen feet.
The far corner holds the bed. Rather, it holds the pile of mattresses that serve as a bed, with a set of six stacked milk crates at the foot, serving as a shelf to hold clean clothes.
More crates serve as a nightstand, and piles of newspapers and a few books rest there.

A dirty window patterned by bars and a diamond grating provides scant light to the room.

A battered old tan couch holds up the facing left wall. Pocked with cigarette burns and stains, Rachyl would like nothing more than to burn it and forget it ever existed. It's awfully comfortable though, and no longer smells like cat piss.

Half of the bathroom door lies across two crates in front of the couch. It supports a TV/DVD/VCR combo unit with a couple assorted DVDs on top. (Miss Congeniality 2: Armed and Fabulous is the movie of the week.) A pure white minifridge stood humming silently at the end of the makeshift table.

A single lamp dangles from the center of the room. It's actually a ceiling fan with three adjustable lights, but three of the blades are missing and one of the bulbs doesn't work.

The bathroom, which hides behind the front door, is obviously missing its door. In its place, Rachyl has hung an extra bedsheet on a curtain rod.
Inside are a couple more stacks of crates with fresh bedlinens and bathtowels, as well as her makeup, hair products, feminine hygeine accoutrements, and other assorted bits and bobs.
A pair of candles (Lemon Meringue and Grandma's Cookies) sit on the tank of the toilet (which surprisingly is brand new, as is the tub).



(( lockable ))