Lmao, sorry if y’all’re sick of me using the same 6 OC’s

(Aight, I don't have a human OC prepped for this so its just gonna be me)

*I look up from my book that I was reading to see the man. The first neighbour of the day.*

"Aight, welcome to the Iridium Complex, id and entry form please?"

*I check my list of expected visitors.*

(lol don't mind me making up a name for the apartment complex lol)

“Yeah- f**kin know that-“ *Skyler shoved the entry request into the slot*

*I look at the entry request, examining of the logo to see if it was legit. Then I check why even left the building and why he requests entry. I look up to the man*

"Where's your ID?"

*I momentarily double check the list, it seemed he was on it.*

*He was legit, he was a pissy bastard, but he was legit, shoving his ID in the a lot also and crossing his arms.*

(Also you’re good I was in a bit of a hurry for the last reply but yer good on both lol)

(Lol noice)

*I examine the Id, checking the expiration date, and of course the DDD logo*

*I hand back the entry form and id, then I grab a clipboard and made checkmarks on the boxes.*

“Okay you’re good to go.”

“Yeah, bout f**kin time-“ *He curses like a damn Sailor as he leaves.*

(Yippeee!! Time for the first dopple!!!)

*And then this thing walks up and puts neither their entry request nor their ID, but just walks up and says “Hooooon….”*

*I immediately dial DDD without hesitation*

David: id and entry request?

“Hah! You wish.” *Sorry I love writing this bastard of a character so he might be quite infuriating*

David: well, what if I do? *smirks*

*He’d raise an eyebrow and smirk also* “I wouldn’t blame you.”

David: *the smirk fades away* I was joking. Besides, this imgflip stream won't let- *stops talking because he's breaking the fourth wall again* anyways, you're good to go.

“The huh….?” *He’d sit there in confusion because sadly, Sky did not have the ability to break the fourth wall.*

David: I'm getting ahead of myself. *lets him through*

“Cya, cyborg.” *He’d leave, and this Hoon person would show up, speaking in the very intelligent language of Hoon*

David: oop- hi, ID and entry request?

“Hoooooooooon…” *Listen, I hate the word as much as the next person but like….thats what these type of ripples say.*

David: what the scallop

*And let’s just time skip bc i don’t have any more planned lol*

(Another shift or no?)

(Shift) *gets ready*

And as he got into the office (Sorry if you had an event planned we can go back if you want) the list would include Checkers, our favorite snake-based boy Sky, Scrap and Boots.*

David: alright, let's get this schmoovin'. Next!

*Sky would be first, with multiple scars and bruises from the night before and an embarrassed flush on his face as he slipped the forms through the hatch*

David: *snorts* sorry, it's just- *laughing*

*Sky would cross his arms* “Shut up.”

David: it was your fault.

“F**k you, just- just do your damn job.”

David: what floor do you live in?

(Lmao flex tape)

*His ID is correct blah blah blah- His entry request is misspelled and the handwriting is shit, but Boots is just barely literate, so it checks out.*

David: what floor do you live in

*Boots would sign “F” in asl, then stick up the number two*

*checks it*

*Boots was correct, and I think this is the real deal. He had a blank smile that was a lil creepy, but hey she wasn’t a doppleganger so- yippee-*

*lets him in*

*Aaaand that’s the shift! Do you want to stop the rp here or keep going?*

*keep going*

*Anyway, just so it isn’t person after person shift after shift, we’ll give the doorman a break? That being finding Scrap and Sky goofing off in a booth at a restaurant or bar that David decided to visit*

*he sits down*

“Oh…that’s the doordude?” *Scrap asked Sky*

“Yeah, for the next what? Two days?”

“I need to get you like- One’o them rubber bands, snap it whenever you say something rude.”

“I would actually kill you.”

*Anyway, Scrap would wave at David* “Congrats on the job!”

David: *to Scrap* thanks. *he stares daggers to Sky*
*to sky* don't be such an asshole, alright? next time I won't let you in.

*He’d glare back, and stand up before getting yanked back by Scrap* “I’m not taking care of you if you get the shit kicked outta ya again.”

“…F**K-“

*he decides to sit with them because Scrap is nice at least*

“So, you met most of the group, eh?” *Small talk. Ew.*

“Yeah, don’t expect to know them for long.” *Sky crossed his arms and glared. Scrap just sighed at this, they’ve stopped trying years ago*

*the waiter comes around and asks for their order*

“Nachos for both of us.” *Scrap would quickly be interrupted by Sky*

“Hey! Who told you I wanted Nachos!?”

“What do you want?”

“…..nachos-“

*David orders a half pounder hamborgor*

*Once the waiter left, Scrap would turn to Sky* “Dude. Do I have to start acting like your dad or you gonna stop being a grumpy little shit?”

“…f**k you.” *Sky would cross his arms*

*he goes on his phone and watches some videos*

*They’d respond with another “Hoon” and uhhh….yeah. I think it’s safe to say they’re not real-*

*dials those funny people that take out doppelgangers*

*The funny people would take the funny hoon….person? I mean their not a hoon MAN- but not a hoon woman- So I guess their a Hoon queer. Nice.*

*Last dude I swear, but after that, this freakishly tall man would come in and wave with just the sweetest damn smile one could imagine*

David: *waves* ID and entry request?

*Boots would take the folded up pieces of paper from out of his scarf and try to give them to David, not seeing the clear glass in front of him. He’d then just keep on trying. Boots wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed.*

David: there is a slot right there. *he points at it*

*Boots’s eyes would widen in realization as he forced his hand through the wall to give him the papers.*

*he grabs the papers*

*And now there’s a huge hole in the wall but it’ll be fine-*

*puts some flex tape on it*
*he checks the papers*

“The third floor.”

*checks and it's right*

*He sighed* “Just let me in, dude the pink twink’s gonna do some makeup later to cover it up.”

*lets him in*

“…thanks.” *And after that smalls 0.0000001 ounce of kindness, he stormed out*

David: NEXT!

*This mfer that wasn’t on the list came up >:[*

David: hmm... You're not on the list today.

“Oh, I’m not? Strange. I should be on the list.”

David: ID and entry request?

*And after a few chattering, Sky would try to fight someone and get his ass kicked…again. David would see Scrap with the most irritated and fed up expression.*

David: hoo boy...

“Y’know what? Wait like 30 more seconds. He got himself into this.” *Scrap would tap their foot*

*30 seconds later*

*Yeah I probably should’ve just done that lol-* “Alright.” *Scrap would then break the fight up, giving their sincerest condolences to the person who Sky was fighting, hoping to god they didn’t place charges, slinging the now exhausted Sky back to the seat. Sky was busted up lmao*

David: why the f**k were you fighting that person?

“I dunno man.” *Sky would put his head down, and Scrap pat his back*

“Ya need some painkillers?”

“Mhm.”

*And with that, Scrap got some painkillers out their bag and handed two to Sky. Damn Sky got humbled for the 1,000,000,000 time*

*the food comes*

*Yeh. Scrap eats most of the nachos since Skoots isn’t really in the mood to eat after getting his ass handed to him on a silver damn platter*

*David practically swallows the burger whole*

“Yeah, yeah- I know.” *He’d mumble something under his breath and shove his id and entry request into the slot, tapping his foot with impatience.*

*tries to hurry up and examines the papers*

*He’d glare at poor David with the worst case of resting bitch face ever seen*

*his electronic glasses would flicker back angry eyes at him*
David: seems like everything is in place. What's your job?
(Btw his electronic glasses are the only way he can speak (it's a rather robotic voice) after an accident that left him without a voice)

(Awhh D:)

*He’d snicker and mumble “beep boop” under his breath before speaking up* “Uh, I’m just a cashier.”

David: alright... and I heard that shit. Don't try me.

“Ooh, ya gonna point your laser eyes at me?” *Sky would grin smugly*

*visibly more angry*
David: I don't have to let you in. You know that, right? Anyways, what's your floor?

“Third floor, Mr. text-to-speech.” *He’d flip David of and tap his foot*

David: f**k you. *he checks it and it seems right*