<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Two Roommates Sought. Two-story 3-bedroom house near campus.<br/>
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Wanted: Financially capable, intelligent and interesting people. Personal hygiene is <br/>
a must. Must be capable of conversation, cooking, cleaning. Good taste and table<br/>
etiquette strongly recommended.</span><br/><br/><br/>Monic sat back in the wooden chair and stewed over the most recent concoction. "Too wordy. No– not wordy enough? Needs to be more specific, with less words. Fuck me, I've gotta be over-thinking this." She leaned forward again, crossing her legs. "Ehhh. Think, Monax, think. Gotta put some 'me' into this. Augh this sucks ass, I need some air." she grumbled, standing up and walking to the back porch. She opened the door and breathed in some foul winter air, shivered and promptly shut the door. "Now I'm awake. Right. Good. I still can't think of a damn th– wait I got it." She sat down at the table again and revised the ad.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Two Roommates Sought. Two-story 3-bedroom house near campus.<br/>
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Wanted: Financially capable, intelligent and interesting people. Personal hygiene is<br/>
 a must; spray-on tans expressly forbidden. Must be capable of conversation, <br/>
cooking, cleaning, occasional drinking. Good taste and table etiquette strongly <br/>
recommended. Geeks welcome!</span><br/><br/><br/>She meekly raised her arms in victory. It was somewhat depressing. "Alright then. Two new roommates; Survey says…"<br/><br/><i>-&gt; POST AD</i><br/><br/>Monic stood up again, stretched, and looked at her watch. "I can't believe I wasted ten whole minutes on that thing. She wrinkled her nose and picked up her laptop to bring it back to her room. Frankly, her room was beyond distracting. Speaking of which– she might think about cleaning her room. After all, she'd posted in the add that she was looking for people with personal hygiene.<br/><br/>She kicked open her bedroom door, which had a cork message board covered in to-do lists and upcoming band listings. Monic paused, and checked the message board, setting her laptop down on the desk just beyond the door. She swiped her sable black bangs out of her eyes and peered furiously at the band listings. "Dammit. DAMMIT. Ragequit was playing yesterday and I missed it! Missed it, missed it." Yet, something else caught her eye. "Oh but Lord Baphomet's playing tonight..." Monic slipped down the hall into the bathroom, and peered into the mirror. She leaned forward, her gray-blue eyes scanning her lips. The vertical labret, freshly pierced not a week prior, seemed to be holding up very well. Mosh-capable? Nothing to do but field-test it. Black tanktop– probably enough cleavage; skinny jeans and bullet belt also present and accounted for. She bounced down the stairs and hopped to the door, grabbing a black jean jacket saturated with patches. "Bye house…" she said, shutting the door, and locking it of course, "…It's mosh time!"