Jameson Jackson & an Empty Household

4. Exploration

Jameson decided to check the rest of the house for anyone else who might actually live here. (He was intruding in their home; it wasn't very polite.) He got up from the couch and wandered down the hall. He opened the first door to his right. The inside was a complete mess. There were electrical wires everywhere. In one corner, there was a desk with a box and something else on it. Jameson closed the door and decided that he just wasn't going to bother with it.

He continued down the hallway and chose the door to the right. He opened it and looked around the semi-bare room. There was quite a few shelves and a few cabinets. The cabinet doors were wide open and had a few bottles in them. The shelves were bare. Across from them were two machines (at this point, they might as well be). He decided to investigate later.

The room across the hall was locked. A bit odd, but he wasn't going to judge. Everyone needs their privacy. He made his way back down to the stairs. There was a door next to it. It was a closet filled with things. There were organized shelves with bottles, cans, packages, boxes, etc. There was a rack with a broom, dustpan, a feather duster, something that was labeled "Swiffer", and a mop that had a bucket sitting underneath it. Jameson had a feeling he would be using at least one of those later.

He went up to the second floor. He could see about five doors from where he was. One was directly across from him, and the rest were spread across the hallway. Jameson knocked on the door across from him. He waited for half a minute for some sort of a reply. When none came, he slowly opened the door. It was a medium sized loo. He mentally added that to his list of oddly placed things and closed the door.

He went through the same process with the rest of the doors (knocking, waiting for a bit, then slowly opening the door), and found the rest of the rooms to be bedrooms. As lived in as some of them look, no one was up here with him. He was kinda upset that he was here by himself, but relieved that he didn't walk in on anyone at the same time.

Jameson found himself downstairs again, on the couch. He let out a tch. This was quite the predicament that would make his old roommate laugh.

Jameson stood back up and turned the lights (the ones still on) off. It was dark out already and fucking hell it did not feel like it should be night yet. But he digresses.

Jameson laid down across the couch, shifting a bit so he was comfortable. A sigh escaped his lips as he closed his eyes. God, he was just not having a fine time today.

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Hey! So the next chapter(s) might be spanned across days story-wise. For example, the next chapter might take place a few days after this one or it might be hours afterwards.