Debut

With a final long, deep drag from his cigarette, Bailey squeezed his eyes shut, and stopped pacing.He had been pacing the cement sidewalk in front of the apartment complex for quite a while now, and had decided it was time to make his move. After flicking his still-smoldering cigarette butt onto the pavement and letting out a long, smoke filled breath, he adjusted the black backpack on his shoulder, and slowly walked up the steps to the large, glass front doors. The cold, gold painted bar felt foreign underneath his long callused fingers, and pushing the door open required more strength than he had assumed. The inside of the building was almost as beautiful as the out side, which was a marvelous sight. Marble stretched the entire length of the floor, and a golden chandelier hung from the direct center of the high ceiling. Bailey had not realized that he was still holding the door open until he heard a voice thanking him for his unintentional deed.

He turned to see two men walking into the doors, and then to the elevator, which he also needed to be going to, so he followed them. Once they had gotten ino the elevator, Bailey looked at them, just because he liked to get a feel of what people are like, especially when in very confined places. One of them, the shorter of the two, looked about his own age, and had glossy black hair, covering his right eye. Despite the style of his hair, he had a smile on his face, and was dressed in bright colors. The othe man was slightly taller than Bailey, but he too looked about the same age. He had brown hair, with bangs the fell to his eyebrows, and curved over slightly, and was dressed in a simple outfit: blue jeans, tennis shoes, polo, and a jacket. "What floor?" said the brunette, in a deep voice. Bailey blinked, pulled a slip of paper from his pocket and looked at the buttons. "Same as you." he replied. While the elevator slowly made its ascent, Bailey continued to scope out the other men with his silvery green eyes.