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Post by shan on Jun 5, 2006 0:39:32 GMT -5
Riley fell to the floor in her bedroom. She had finally finished unpacking and moving everything to it's rightful place. Riley had just moved to New York so she could be discovered as a singer. She had been playing the guitar for as long as she could remember and she practically came out of her mother's womb singing.
Riley walked over to her vanity mirror, which happened to have a huge crack in it. She examined her somewhat distorated image in the mirror. Her highlighted blonde hair was all over the place from lugging in all over her things. She applied some mascara and eyeliner to her eyes to bring out her beautiful baby blue eyes.
She walked over to her closest and pulled out a jean skirt that went to her mid thighs and a dark green shirt. She slipped out of her grubby jeans and t-shirt into her new outfit. She wanted to look just right before she met her new roomates. She had never met any of them and was pretty nervous to see who she would be living with.
She walked out of her room and into the main room. "Anybody here?" she called out softly?
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Post by ward on Jun 7, 2006 19:41:04 GMT -5
Charlotte walked into the apartment building, laughing on her cell phone and carrying an enormous box. Nodding at Riley, she dropped the box on the floor.
"Oops! Huh? No, not you. I just dropped my stuff on the floor, but forgot there was breakables in there. Oh well, I told my mom I didn't want those bowls anyways." She laughed into the cell phone. Looking Riley up and down, she laughed and spoke once more into the phone. "Listen, I gotta go. You know, meet my roommates and stuff. Yeah, I'll call you later."
She turned to Riley, "Sorry, my girlfriend called me. She wanted to know if I was moved in yet." She rolled her eyes.
Charlotte came from Canada, and was enrolled in the Art Institute of NYC. She was gay, and really funny. She was a good listener though, when you got her to shut her mouth for a minute.
She had on jeans, and a white tank top over a longer brown one. Not one for fashion statements, she wore whatever was comfortable. She had short, blonde, spiky hair that was always a mess.
"My other stuff's downstairs in the car." She looked around the place. "Wow, cool place. Oh, and I'm Charlotte."
She stuck out her hand to shake Riley's.
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Post by shan on Jun 7, 2006 21:16:02 GMT -5
Riley was taken aback by how outgoing her new roomate was. "Riley" she said offering back her hand. "I moved in right down the hall over there" she said pointing. "I hope that's okay, because I wasn't sure if anyone had picked out their room's yet and.." she suddenly stopped. She had always had a problem with rambling on when she was nervous. "Can I help you move your things in?" she asked with a nervous laugh.
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Post by bizznot on Jun 8, 2006 10:01:22 GMT -5
[[Can I be the young-ish owner of the place?]]
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Post by shan on Jun 8, 2006 13:10:04 GMT -5
ooc// of course you can! anyone is welcome!
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Post by ward on Jun 8, 2006 16:32:24 GMT -5
She shook Riley's hand, looking down the hall at the rooms.
"No problem. I'll sleep wherever." She picked up the box, and turned toward the bedrooms. Turning back to Riley, she said. "Just let me drop this stuff off, and you can help me bring the other stuff up."
Winking, she left the room and went into the nearest bedroom. She came out of it and went into all the others. Picking the first one, she called out, "Found the one I want. Ooooh, wow. Cool." She exclaimed as she looked around the room.
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Post by bizznot on Jun 9, 2006 20:38:44 GMT -5
Whittle really wasn't much of a guy. Short, not more than 5' 3", with brown hair between his ears and neck. Freckles dotted a round sort of face, and he rarely dressed "well". Still, he was responsibly enough, running an apartment building at twenty-six.
His own apartment was unarchtypically neat: clothes were folded, trash was where it belonged and the tube was off when he didn't need it. Below his old 14" were an SNES, a Genesis, a Wii, and a Playstation 2, which he mostly used for DVDs. He used a 2004 model GMAC and drove a '98 Voltswagen Beetle.
He was a fan of skateboarding and soccer, with the occasional football or basketball match thrown in. He mostly played soccer, which he forced himself to call "football" and skateboarded. He liked most of his tenants, and was well-liked by them, as he usually let rent go for a few weeks before he demanded it, though after that time, he wasted no time in evicting them.
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Post by bizznot on Jun 9, 2006 20:43:46 GMT -5
"Good morning, ladies," Whittle remarked. He passed along the wall, headed for the stairs to his own little one-bedroom, on the third of five floors," Well, glad to see there's two of you. That much more likely to get your rent in. By the way, I'm actually kind of lenient about rent, as I find that evicting folks tends to reduce the amount of tenants, and thus the amount of rent, I get in. I just got the roof painted for basketball and I intend to convert one of the empty rooms in the bottom into a weight room for you guys, that is, if your interested. I'm sure you'll find the place quite delightful. If the wallpaper I have is too repulsive, then you may feel free to change it."
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Post by bizznot on Jun 11, 2006 8:48:59 GMT -5
[[Is anyone still in this?]]
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Post by ward on Jun 11, 2006 9:37:15 GMT -5
((Yeah, sorry, been busy))
Charlotte came out of her new room to see who was talking to Riley. Wiping her hands on her pants, she stuck her hand out to Whittle. He was busy saying something about rent and weight rooms.
"Hi," She said. "I'm Charlotte."
She didn't know who the guy was, but she figured he was the owner or something.
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Post by bizznot on Jun 11, 2006 9:49:27 GMT -5
Whittle got into his room, thinking about the two girls. He thought they seemed responsible enough, maybe college students or something. He just hoped to God that they weren't here for stardom.
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Post by Evoth on Jul 21, 2006 13:26:11 GMT -5
Due to the inactivity of this thread for over a month it will soon be removed unless activity starts up again.
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