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<span style="font-size: 12px">Sure, putting up posts all over campus and soliciting an opening for a new roommate in the newspaper was pretty old school, but rent was getting harder and harder to pay and Graeme didn’t relish the idea of living in the streets.  Begrudgingly his roommate and best friend Kail had moved (most of) his things from the other bed room and set up his things in the main living area, so Graeme began the search for another roommate.  It was a two bedroom apartment, so naturally, someone would be sleeping on the couch; the two hadn’t exactly settled things very nicely, so the whole bedroom thing was still a problem, really.<br/>
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Graeme prepared for the arrival for the arrival of their newest living companion by attempting to tidy up the living room area, gathering stray art supplies and dumping them into a box he proceeded to kick out of sight. <b>“Kail! Get the rest of your crap out of the guest room!”</b> he moaned, brushing from his face a lock of thick black hair. <b>“I’m not kidding, he’ll be here any second!”</b> He didn’t want to scare the guy off before he had even moved in.  Graeme was the cool, level-headed type who was never nervous or worried, but he was nervous now.  He knew how important first impressions could be.<br/>
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He was dressed smartly in a tailored white dress shirt and flattering dark jeans, his feet, which he never bared, encased in a pair of genuine leather shoes. He didn’t look the part of a man struggling to keep his home.  Average height and thin, graceful, Graeme was perfection personified, his image marred only by the ugly frown he was wearing and the crease of his porcelain brow.  His shoes made virtually no sound as he crossed the small living room in about four long strides towards the even smaller kitchen area.  <b>“Can you come clean this up, please?”</b><br/>
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</blockquote><br/>Lucian rode down the street on his harley as he looked for the address unitl he finally found the place, glancing up at it and then walking up to the door and knocking. His ice blue eyes looking aournd the neighborhood as he waited for someone to answer the door. He was wearing boots, black jeans and a maroon silk shirt. He had a pendant of a black onyx dragon with ruby eyes around his neck. He had a couple large suitcases at his feet with his clothes inside plus some other things that were special to him.