People in Chat at 4am will know about this, and there's a version on Twitter, but allow me to elaborate.
The townhouse me and my friends live is in a row with four other, and a similar body is across the parking lot from us. Now, our row? Pretty good. Quiet, doesn't bother us. Good times.
The row across, not so much, and because of one unit in particular, the one exactly diagonal across. Bunch of party people, and I'm fairly certain they're the type that get to cruise through college for a couple years before a.) things get hard and b.) Mom and Dad catch on to what they're doing.
Last night, around 2am, I was in my room, drawing and talking to you fine people. Heard some noises, but that's not unusual. Heard people go up the stairs; also not unusual because we share ours with the unit next door. Then I hear this loud and rapid pounding on a door, but couldn't determine if it was ours or the neighbors given where I was. (My window faces the parking lot, so I also hear all the noise from the stairs.)
But whatever it was, it was harassment, and I decided the next time they did it, I was going to go up there with my cell phone and Mr. Stabby to chew them out.
Well, I got the chance. Heard people on our steps, so I went upstairs (minus the phone and Stabby, however) to hover over the door. I was going to go to check if Terumi was awake on the third floor when they did it again, resulting in my tearing down the stairs, wrenching the door open, and shouting something a bit stronger than "You cut that out right now or I'm calling the police". Imagine more expletives, but nothing to the point of me threatening them. About the same as an angry neighbor with zero social skills chewing out little kids for breaking his window.
The funny part was the guy who didn't expect someone to answer the door so quickly, so he tore down the stairs, across the parking lot, and to the offending apartment. So uh, thanks for telling me where you live (or were partying at). I got the denial shouts of "We didn't do it!", "Go back to bed!" and "Go do your homework!"
So I went down to my room and called the police. And as I was on the phone with them, they did it again.
The police did come, eventually, and it was a bit surprising. They knocked on the door, and I was at first a bit unsure, but decided it was too polite so I checked it out. Talked to the officer, gave my name and number and just a brief thing of what happened, told them where the guy went, and he walked on over to talk to a couple guys standing outside and smoking. This cop was accompanied by at least two other guys, which was really surprising, at least to me. I just didn't expect three of them.
Now...Terumi was apparently behind me while I talked to the cop, so we hung out in the never-used living room and peeked out from the window. I kept watch on their door, where some kid was outside, but then I noticed that, when I looked down to where the cop had been talking to the kids, they weren't there anymore. And they hadn't gone in the door.
Did I mention underage drinking is extremely plausible in this situation, given that I think we're among the oldest tenets in this place?
After that, some girls kept checking from the door, opening and peering out and closing it. Around 4am Terumi and I called it quits and I headed back down to Chat.
I had a great day yesterday. I got the shopping for my Halloween costume done (Jake Blues), scored a clearance How To Train Your Dragon toy, re-dyed my hair (red, blue, and purple), got a free dinner, had frozen custard, jaunted around Target and Canterlot, and wrapped it up with coffee and drawing. Then people have to go and eff it up.
Moral of the story: Kat is descended from a line of honey badgers.
