The address belongs to one of the non-descript houses that looks about the same as the 4 houses around it. The staircase has seen better days, still, way is all the way down, past a few boxes with unclear content somebody put on the side against the spottily painted wall and a kids bicycle that looks like it has seen quite some use.
The small corridor downstairs holds only two doors, a blue metal door at the end and a bit before that, another that looks like cheap wood furnish. A slightly sticky looking light switch and a doorbell simply labelled 'Kingsley' complete the ensemble. The door is open. At the side of the door, next to a pair of Army boots are helen's sneakers, positioned under three coat hooks, one currently occupied by what looks like a leather jacket, another has a gun holster hanging from it with the butt of a revolver sticking out of it, the third one is currently unoccupied.
The fragrance of something that feintly smells of bread and a good dose of incense greet Marilyn as she enters. The room they enter is dominated by a table, that has a small stack of newspapers and magazines on it, a smaller box holds a ball of wool and what looks like two-thirds of a dark grey sock, knitting needles still stuck in the work, pinning the sock to the ball. A few towels cover what looks like a hotplate section next to a sink, the other side occupied by a water heater, a microwave and a coffee machine. A cupboard next to a door in the other wall holds all sorts of bags and boxes. The shelves on the wall hold a radio, a stack of music tapes and some CDs. A Seattle Seahawks cap and scarf are also hanging from one of the shelves.
On the far left wall, a red lamp hangs from the ceiling and shines down onto a small table in the corner. It holds three very worn books, a scraped and dented metal coffee box that has clearly seen better times, two small bottles made of glass and an ornate pot on a pedestal looking thingy plugged into a wall socket. The only four pictures in the room are hanging above the red-lighted table and are looking straight at the guests.
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Helen is already sitting at the table with a bottle of beer standing on the table in front of her.
"Stuff's in the fridge, get what you like and lert's get started."