Home Is Where The... Beer Is? (Clyde's Apartment)

[Clyde Newman]

CLYDE'S APARTMENT:

The lay out had the living room and dining area in one walled section while the kitchen was like a sliver into the wall going along the back side of the smaller bedroom (his roommates room). Down a second sliver of walk space was a hallway that lead to the two bedrooms and a bathroom at the far back. There was no hallway closet or one in the smaller room. The laundry room was elsewhere in the building, used by the residents.

A simple apartment with white walls and light brown carpet (a few stains on them from all the years he had been here).

The main room walls were decorated with concert posters from no-name bands that Clyde had seen at the clubs and such. A few were signed while others were tattered from the time that had passed since they were hung up. There were also pictures of his roommate with his family on one wall in the 'dining area'. A fold up card table sat in the dining area with 3 chairs, the forth chair was beside the door for catching mail and keys. There was also a dark colored fabric couch that could fit 3 comfortably with the far right seat the most worn (where Clyde sat almost ritualistically) and was flat against the wall that held the only window the apartment had. Outside, it faced another building, so there was no point in it. This lead to lack of curtains, often letting nosy neighbors peer in (not that the bachelors had anything to hide). There was a coffee table that held up a decent TV that was angled slightly to avoid any light glares from the window. A battered Xbox 360 and a handful of random games sat atop of the TV, held down by a thick truck tie down.

The kitchen was simple: white counters, brown cabinets (5 above, 4 below with 3 drawers), an old electrical stove, a refrigeration, a double sink, and a pantry at the far wall which also lead to the power box and water heater in the small dark room. Sure, there was a naked bulb with a pull string in there, but it wasn't really meant to light up the small space they used to store cleaning supplies. Mostly microwavable meals and a few frozen foods were found; the fridge was full of drinks--alcoholic and non. Some cereals and canned goods sat in the pantry with long-forgotten ramen packets.

Clyde's room was a mess: clothes scattered on the floor, his uniform hung up on the shower curtain rod that stretched in the closet (the original had broken and he didn't have enough to pay for a full replacement). The shelf in the closet was stuffed full of different jackets (winter, hoodies, light jackets, those kind) where he was too lazy to hang them back up. There was a walk way through the mess of clothes that lead to a short & long dresser and queen sized bed that were side by side and consumed most of the space in the room. The dresser had an alarm clock atop of it as well as a lava lamp (yellow and green goo, not that glitter crap). There were a few magazines and books atop the dresser of many different themes that had been gifts through the years from Christmas parties at the Cafe. In the corner of the room where the bed didn't quite reach was a laundry hamper that was half full--where his dirty clothes were. The ones on the floor were clean. Hanging on the closet door was a poster of a model, signed and in a place where he could close the door and hide it. A hook on the back side of the room's door was where he'd hang his back pack when he got home. There are large hooks on the ceiling on at the foot of the bed that would let him hang his bike up to keep the tires lasting longer. A bag hung from the main door's handle that had his shampoo, body wash, toothbrush and toothpaste in it. A towel hangs from the closet door to dry out, a wash cloth atop of that.

His roommates room was always locked, making it's description unavailable to him.

The bathroom had blue walls and white tiling that was chipped and had dark grout from the years it sat there. Aside from the toilet paper, the bathroom lacks the normal things found in a bathroom--even a shower curtain as the bathroom only had room for a sink, standing shower, and toilet. The door to the shower opened against the wall, blocking the door that would let them out or others in.

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Clyde entered the apartment with his shoulder bag over his shoulder and a tired look on his face. What a day. He had been there since opening and had stumbled home on his bike at about 3pm. He left the door open and pulled his bike inside, using the back tire to close the door behind him. He propped the bike against the table for now, too tired to bother with it any more. With routine practice, he went to his room, emptied the dirty uniform into the hamper, grabbed some clean clothes from the floor--a loose pair of jeans, boxers, and some socks--and removed the black boots. He placed the boots under the bed and grabbed his shower bag. It only took him 30 minutes to feel clean and to realize he forgot his towel. He turned off the shower and shook as much water from his body as he could. He climbed out and called out into the apartment.

"Eric, if you are here, stay in your room. I forgot my towel. Again."

He didn't hear a response and figured he must be at class. He wandered out of the bathroom to the bedroom where he dried himself off and tossed the towel back on top of the door, the washcloth forgotten in the open space on the floor were the door could open and close with ease. He dressed calmly and slowly before heading to the main room again.

Here, he turned on the TV, letting the news prattle on about the weather and events as she went to the kitchen. He gathered a box of crackers--Eric's but he'd replace them later--and a beer. He put it on the edge of the counter and smacked the top of the bottle, opening it with practiced ease and without a bottle opener. The cap rattled on the ground as he walked back to the couch, sitting in his normal spot. He stretched out, watching with idle interest as the news anchors talked about events coming up for the citizens of Domino.

After about 10 minutes, he was fed up with it and grabbed the controller sitting in the window and ordered the Xbox to live with the push of a button. As the system turned on, he noticed that there was a new game in the collection. What the hell was Call of Duty? As the first person shooter loaded, he made sure to log in as his roommate--the only one with a gold membership lately--in order to play online. The sound of gunfire and people talking, grenades and footsteps filled the apartment as he went into a state of autopilot gaming.

[Abigail Abbot]

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[atrb=style, width:450px, bTable][atrb=valign,top][style=line-height:13px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:8px;] Abigail walked down the streets of Domino city. She was feeling horrible to be honest. She had arrived with the boat back from the academy not too long ago. She had gotten too scared, she hadn't been able to take the entrance exam. God, how could she have been so dumb as to believe she could. "Don't worry about it too much, Abigail you'll have the courage at some point." The familiar female and oddly melodic voice of the Spirit of Luster Dragon, spoke to her while the dragon was floating above her. Abigail had gotten used to the fact nobody besides her could see the dragon. In fact she believed that it might have been for the best. Sure Luster Dragon didn't seem dangerous, but her other Duel Spirit Partner sure wasn't a lovely dragon. She was kind of grateful that Red-eyes had the decency to not manifest right now. He was too different from Luster dragon, he was always willing to fight. In fact she envied his courage right now. "It should be around here, shouldn't it?" Luster Dragon said. Abigail was pulled out of the imaginary world she had found herself in. She glanced around trying to discern where they were. "Hmmm" She said as she tried to find some indication of where she was. She wasn't too familiar with Domino city even though she had been here a few times before. But it was a big place after all. The crowd around her didn't particularly help either, but she couldn't get herself to push through the crowd and out to one of the sides. Luster Dragon sighed loudly and decended enough to touch her with her strong arms, with said arms Luster Dragon began to push Abigail through the crowd, a hilarious sight as she really reacted as if someone was pushing her, but nobody besides her would be able to see. "There you go, no need to thank me." Luster Dragon spoke with the faint hint of a snicker in her voice. Abigail nodded and mumbled a 'thank you'. She once again glanced around and this time she was more succesful and in fact finally figured out where she was supposed to go. She moved the backpack she carried into more comfortable position on her back and continued on her journey. It didn't take long before they arrived at their designated location, mostly because Luster Dragon – as patient as she might be – actually pushed Abigail forwards to hurry the girl. They were going to be crashing at a relatives place. Hopefully her Grandparents had sent a message to him, because she certainly hadn't been given anything but the address. Knowing them, it was very doubtful that they had. Hopefully he wouldn't get too angry when she suddenly showed up on his doorstep. The sound of some sort of violent shooting game - she presumed – met her at the door. She knocked once, then twice, and thrice. Since her knocks weren't that loud she began to doubt the person inside had heard her over the sound of the game. "Check if the door is unlocked." Luster Dragon said. Abigail pondered for a bit. What if it was unlocked? Well, she guessed she would have to find out if that was the case. She took a deep breath then grapped the door handle and pulled it down. It was not locked. She tensed up, what was she supposed to do now? Go in? No, she couldn't do that, she hadn't been invited. Again Luster Dragon seemed to take the initiative and pushed her through the entrance. Abigail quickly realized that if she wasn't going to walk of her own free will, then her dragon companion was going to make her. She made her way to where the loud shooting game sound came from and immediately was thrown out of it by the sight... "Uh oh, I am sorry, the door was unlocked and nobody reacted.... Oh God I am so sorry." She pleaded as she covered her eyes from the sight she had walked in on. Luster Dragon made its invisible sigh of frustration and just went back to watching hilarity insue. [/style]

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[Clyde Newman]

Clyde was in the middle of a sip from his beer when the door handle had turned. Eric was home early. He swallowed it and set it in the window seal as someone killed him in the game.

"Classes let out early or something?"

He spoke towards the door, not sure if he could be heard over the game or not. He had re-spawned and he was off through the game. What was taking him so long to get in the apartment? Did he go grocery shopping again? He JUST got food, what the hell would he need? Maybe he brought a girl home? Clyde looked around the apartment. Eh, he'd brought girls home before and they never had a problem with the apartment--just his bedroom. The girls seemed to slow down after the first one asked him about his room and why it was dirty. Of course his response of 'why should I?' didn't really defend him. He sighed and put one hand under his controller after he got killed again and stared at the door. What the hell, man? He didn't bother playing his spawn when the door opened.

A young girl? He blinked once, staring at her. Oh Eric was messed up if this was a joke. When she covered her eyes--not able to hear what she was saying--he stood up and went over to the TV to turn the volume down. Use the remote? Well, it didn't come with the TV at the yard sale. When the gunfire was a white noise in the background, he set the controller by the TV.

He went past the girl, ready to tell Eric to explain when he didn't see anyone else. He even put his head out in the hallway and looked around. He turned back to the girl and could feel his head starting to hurt.

"Can I help you? Who are you? Did Eric bring you here? Are you lost? In trouble?... Looking for a gaming partner or something?"

His voice was calm and not annoyed at all; more of just curious. A final question hit him and with a half grin he asked it:

"Shouldn't you be in school?"

[Abigail Abbot]

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[atrb=style, width:450px, bTable][atrb=valign,top][style=line-height:13px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:8px;] Abigail didn't hear him over the sound of gunfire. If she had she might have actually said something. But no, it seemed she had to walk in on him. Of course some might say that the amount of clothing that this man was wearing was perfectly acceptable at home. However, she was a modest and shy girl, so even this was quite a lot for her. For some odd reason it seemed that this man expected her to walk in with someone. But who could he possibly expect? … well at least she knew that her Grandparents had forgotten to actually give him the message. The man began to question her a lot. In fact she was surprised by the amount of questions he could come up with in little more than a few seconds. Then again, she had just randomly walked into his house so him having questions shouldn't be an unexpected thing. “My name is Abigail Abbot. And no, no Eric brought me here. My grandparents said I could go here if I needed a place to stay while in Domino City.... You are Clyde Newman right?” Abigail asked. She had never seen him properly so obviously she could be wrong about this place. Though she was quite sure this wasn't the wrong place. Clyde then asked a question she hadn't expected. Yes, she should probably be in school, in fact she had been going to take an exam to get into a school, but noo she had to get scared and run. “Well, I was supposed to take the Duel Academy entrance Exam today.... But I got scared and ran.” She looked down on the ground in shame and sadness. She felt Luster Dragon place an invisible but caring and comforting appendage upon her shoulder. [/style]

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[Clyde Newman]

Clyde blinked at her. Her... grandparents? Did she mean...

"Do you have an older sister?"

Did the old couple send her here because they knew/remembered he was here? If so, of course he was going to help her. That would mean that he would be able to pay them back for what they did for him.

[Abigail Abbot]

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[atrb=style, width:450px, bTable][atrb=valign,top][style=line-height:13px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:8px;] Abigail looked at the man for a bit as he seemingly asked if she had an older sister? Why would he ask that she wondered? It should be quite obvious that she didn't, well, at least to her it was. The look on her face said it all. She looked mildly confused at him and said. “No?” Of course there was a certain amount of questioning to her answer, because maybe she did? But for now she had to assume that she was correct and that she didn't. “Why'd you ask?” She looked at him with a confused vibe in her eyes, she had assumed that he at least knew a bit about her, of course her grandparents had said otherwise but she had chosen not to believe them fully. How could he not know? He was blood related at least somewhat. The thought was rather disappointing if she had to be honest. [/style]

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[Clyde Newman]

"Yes, I'm Clyde Newman..."

Clyde stared at her for a bit in silence. Not related to his older sister confused him greatly. That would rule out both sides of the family--Mother and Father--neither of which he knew anything about. The older daughter was his Father's pride and joy as far as he knew or could remember, so if she HAD had and older sister and was sent by the grandparents he was thinking of, then she would most definitely have had an older sister. He rubbed the back of his head with thought. Where the hell did she come from then?

It took him a moment to run through all the people he knew but finally came to the only logical conclusion that he could think of. His no-show-biological donor father. He looked her up and down. Well, she did share a few similar physical features. Their skin tone was the same. He put a hand next to her face to be sure. Yup, the same for sure.

He touched her hair, running it through his fingers gently. Her hair was thin and light--like his was but not the same color. His was naturally two colors from the genetics--something about his Mother's hair and his donor's hair genetics and something something scientific and something smart.

He looked over her face before he gently pushed her jaw to turn her head to the side. Same ear shape and structure--even the same proportions to the face. She was average height while he was a bit on the tall side--but his Mother had been tall for a woman so she must have gotten the shortness from her father or her genetic mother. Their face shape was even pretty close even though their chins were slightly different--hers rounded and his ever so slightly pointed.

He frowned slightly, letting his hand drop while his other hand rested on his hip. They were both pretty thin but anyone could accompany that--save their thinness seemed to be a bit more natural instead of forced. So were the eyebrows--thin that is. Naturally thin eyebrows over large eyes. Not the shape of the eyes, but the iris a pupils.

"Well, I guess that we are related... but I don't know how your grandparents knew of me. I would have never met them, not even in passing."

She needed a place to stay? How nice of them to volunteer him for this and without even a greeting to him. He sighed and pushed the door closed, returning to the couch.

"Well, I guess make yourself at home. There is some food in the kitchen, just let me know what you are going to eat so I can replace it before Eric notices it's gone... um... we will probably have to go and get you a bed or something and set it up... somewhere..."

Well, he couldn't take Eric's room and his room wasn't really clean... He sighed as he sat down with a plop, grabbing his beer. The match had ended apparently during their conversation and he had left the controller where he had placed it. Oh well.

[Abigail Abbot]

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[atrb=style, width:450px, bTable][atrb=valign,top][style=line-height:13px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:8px;] A moment of silence befell the two before Clyde confirmed that he was who she was looking for. At least she now knew she hadn't walked into the house of some closet perv, oh wait he could still be a closet perv she would just know him instead of him being a stranger. The following behavior certainly did seem to be rather perv-like. At first he placed a hand besides her face. She presumed he was checking the skin tone to see whether they were alike. He seemed to be pleased with the answer he acquired. To which he then proceeded to touch her hair – a creeper thing to do but who was she to decide – again he seemed to be pleased with what he acquired from that. Next up came a close facial inspection. He checked the shape of her face, the chin, the ear, just about everything that could possibly be checked, and was confirmed once again, it seemed. All in all it seemed that this perverted inspected was coming to an end and the answer he required were sufficient to prove her claims. The next thing he said was rather odd. He had never met them, huh. Well, she guessed that could be true. Either way she was not going to try and say anything about that since he seemed to just be saying that more to himself than her. The sigh he made was not a good sign if you asked her. Sighs rarely were a good sign and she had just said that she was going to be living here for a little bit, obviously it would be against the good will of Clyde. She was kind of sad that he hadn't been told and had to do this even though he without a doubt did not want to do this. “I don't know either. They just do, it seems.” Abigail shrugged a little bit. She had never inquired into the reasons why, since she had assumed Clyde would know them as well. He stomach rumbled at the mentioning of food as she followed Clyde. But what was more important was the bedding. She did not wish to be more of a bother than she already was, and acquiring another bed would certainly be considered a bother, right? So, without thinking about it, or truly checking the condition of said thing she was going to suggest, she spoke. “I can sleep on the couch...” Six words she might end up regretting later. Abigail did not even look at the couch as she sat down on it. It felt odd, but didn't dare stand up to see why. Instead she just sat there a little bit more tense than usual. [/style]

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[Clyde Newman]

Clyde finished his beer and almost choked on it when she said she'd sleep on the couch. As SIMPLE as that would make things, there was no WAY in hell he was making her sleep on the couch. Knowing what had happened on this thing and what what might not have happened...

"No, you can sleep in my bed until we work something out."

He'd just set up a sleeping bag or something on the floor... Fuck it.

"We're related. We should be fine. Come on."

He stood up and started down the hallway, explaining what room was what. When he got to his room, he started to throw the clean clothes into the closet and put the dirty in the hamper. When it was presentable in the sense that the floor was clear, he pushed the closet door closed to hide the inappropriate poster.

"We'll figure this out. So, when do you plan to test again?"

He cleaned up his room with limited enthusiasm. So long as there wasn't anything traumatizing or smelly, they'd be fine.

[Abigail Abbot]

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[atrb=style, width:450px, bTable][atrb=valign,top][style=line-height:13px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:8px;] Abigail was almost choking on some none existant drink as the man suggested that they shared a bed. Oh No they couldn't! They were related by blood for Christs sake! “Oh no, we can't do that!” Abigail said however weakly. Of course she couldn't say no either as he probably did this out of kindness without ulterior motives. But he assured her that everything would be fine. She reluctantly got up and followed him to what she presumed would be his room. As they walked he explained what each room was. Abigail made sure to remember each and every detail that he told her to make sure that she would never make a mistake of walking in somewhere where she would not want to walk in. They reached his room and he immediately began to clean up. She watched as he did so and in fact noticed a very peculiar poster with a woman in a rather skimpy looking Bikini. Abigail blushed rather blatantly when he saw it. Of course she should have expected something like that, maybe he had a stash of something more explicit somewhere, this was a boy's room after all. Her parents had had the conversation about the birds and the bees and all that. She did not mention it. Clyde then asked when she intended to take the test again. She looked down on the floor, her cheeks still red from the blushing, as she mumbled. “I don't know.” She admitted the insecurity radiating from her like a beacon, in fact she didn't know if she would ever have the courage to take the test at all. But something told her that it would not be a good idea to live here forever. It wouldn't be fair for Clyde. At least if she didn't take the test, she would have to get a job around here. If she were to live here for an extended amount of time, the least she could do would be to help get an income to this place. [/style]

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[Clyde Newman]

He looked at her for a moment, having been satisfied with the cleaning job, as she looked at the floor. He stared at her for a bit before starting to move his clothes over to one side of the dresser to open drawers.

"Don't rush it. If you aren't comfortable taking it yet, then just relax."

As a (basically constant) party goer, he was always laid back and never in a rush. He probably wouldn't be a fantastic influence on her--with his drinking and his nightly outings--but he'd at least try to keep himself cleaned up.

"We don't have a house phone but if you want, you can use my cell to call your parents to let them know you are safe and sound so they don't worry about you."

Isn't that what kids did when things like this happened? He knew the girls from high school did that whenever he went somewhere with them. When he finished moving everything over, he knocked on the side he emptied out.

"You can use this part of the dresser if you need it. We'll have to set up a shower bag for you to carry back and forth to the bathroom--not enough room for everything to stay in there. As well as shower shoes, towel, and a washcloth..."

He mentally ran through what rules that the two roommates had laid down when they started living together. He sat on the bed as he thought.

"You may not see Eric a lot because he goes to classes most of the day and at night he is only here when he doesn't have a different place to crash. Any food in the house, he bought, but so long as you tell me what you got, I can replace it and he won't care. Lets see... There is no curtain in the living room so be wary of that. I think we have another key in the kitchen... it's been so long, I can't even remember anymore."

[Abigail Abbot]

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[atrb=style, width:450px, bTable][atrb=valign,top][style=line-height:13px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:8px;] It was comforting to know that . He at the very least did not expect her to go up and take the test as soon as possible. She really doubted she would be able to take it any time soon. She really had to work on these courage problems, or rather the lack there of. But how? “Thank's” She said sighed almost in relief as she looked upon Clyde, he was a very nice guy it seemed. He then went onto talking about a phone, and how she could use his if she needed to call home. She shook her head gently and said. “That won't be necessary. I have my own cell-phone.” She spoke calmly and humbly in a fashion that sounded as if she was not saying no to his offer she was simply suggesting her own in a way that he would not be offended. Besides of course she had one of those fancy cell-phones, her father would not let her go anywhere without it. Probably because he could track the cell-phone at any given point in time. So the fact she stayed at Clyde's place right now, or at least were here would be painfully obvious to him should he check. Afterwards a long explanation of where she could put her clothes, and that she had to get a toilet bag, as well as various things about food, roomate and the lack of curtains in the apartment was explained to her in a rather hurried manner in her opinion. But she nodded at the appropriate times and tried to remember it all. Knowing her she would forget at some point but not for now. For now it would be safely placed in her brain . And if she didn't remember it, surely her duel spirit partners would remember it for her, because they were always listening. [/style]

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[Clyde Newman]

Clyde nodded as the silence stretched between them. He looked at the clock and did a mental check of his bank account. He should be able to afford most of it. If he really needed to, he had a credit card that was for purchases like this--not that he planned for things like this. He stood up and went to the closet. He blindly picked out a shirt and socks--two different sized socks mind you but with boots, it didn't matter what they looked like so long as they were comfortable. He put the t-shirt on--which was a plain black t-shirt with a loose collar. He put his socks on while standing then put his boots on.

"Well, lets go get the stuff we need then."

He stretched after he was ready and thought about his bike. Hmm.

"Have good balance?"

It wouldn't be fancy or anything, but it would be fast travel. He picked up the shoulder bag and secured it on his back. It would carry any of the shopping for the back and forth travel.

[Abigail Abbot]

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[atrb=style, width:450px, bTable][atrb=valign,top][style=line-height:13px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:8px;] The silence was awkward, but what was even more awkward was what happened afterwards. Clyde began to randomly get dressed. Something was up, she could feel it. And whatever it was, she was going to feel bad about it. She could feel it in her stomach. And she was right. From the sound of it when he said they were going to go get the stuff they needed, he meant he was going to be paying. Yeah that just made her feel like crap because it felt bad making him pay. But then again, she might have an okay amount of money stored in her bank account, how long would they last? Not awfully long. Then he asked about the balance. “No, not really...” She said ending it as if she was about to ask or say something more but simply couldn't. Now she was wondering why but logically thinking she would have to guess that Clyde was wanting her to ride on his bike with him. She had done that before on normal bikes so surely there would be no problem with that. But riding two on a normal bike was no problem at all as long as you knew what to do. Something told her that since he actually had to ask, this was no normal bike. [/style]

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[Clyde Newman]

For a while, he stared at her, mulling over different options. The bus? No, he was sort of banned from the bus... Too many drunken rides. He looked around the room, hoping for an idea to get them both to the store quickly. His eyes fell on the hamper. That was it. He opened one of the dresser drawers and took out a belt before walking out of the room, leaving the drawer open. There were a bunch of odds and ends in the drawer, but nothing bad so he didn't mind. He walked into the kitchen and back to the pantry. He grabbed the milk crate that held the bottles of cleaning supplies and dumped the contents on the floor. Then, he walked to his bike and started to secure the crate to the front of the bike with a series of knots and looping of the belt.

She could ride in the basket then.