Shuddering and creaking slightly as the weight of the years tug downwards against the old frame of the Crest apartment building, the low sound of what some might call the building ‘settling’ can be heard by anyone inside the Crest.  A low and mournful sound, the building could be personified to sound like it was letting out a sigh in response to the wind outside.  With the renovations though, thankfully all the little nooks and crannies of the building have been sealed tight, so the outside wind at least did not make it to any of the occupants within.  At least, that would be the physical sensation of the wind.  As the wind picks up, a gust catches some of the trees alongside the building to cause the branches and leaves to scrape against the bricks.  With a sound that can only be thought of as the bastard cousin of nails on chalkboard, the trees seem to be giving to warning to any that might hear.<br/><br/>Shutting the door of his car with a thunk, Charles DeLane steps away from his assigned parking spot and towards the building.  Pulling his light coat around his shoulders just a bit tighter as the wind gusts, his breath passes his lips in a small sigh.  Soon it will be winter he thinks to himself while walking up the steps to the doors, and that will mean all the little jobs that go along with it.  Not that he really minded, as he received a salary and free rent for his work, but still.  He could not help but think about how much trouble fixing the old heater in the basement would be.  If only they had splurged for a better unit, but no.  That would have been putting more money into an already expensive project.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/Building_Super.jpg)</div></div><br/>Fishing out his keys, Charles fiddles with them until he is able to find the right one.  Unlocking the front door with it, he glances over his shoulders and behind him.  Looking about to see if any of the other residents are coming up from the parking lot, he then turns and pulls the door open to let himself in.  Directly past the front doors is a small parlor and area for the mailboxes.  A little and rarely used bench sits forgotten in one corner, but still it is enough for them to have to keep the doors locked.  Would not do for this building to build up a further reputation by allowing homeless to sleep in it, he thought.  Going to check his mail, the small box reveals only a couple pieces of junkmail and a few bills.  Tucking the stationary under his arm, he glances down the hallway that leads to the ground floor apartments.  Making certain that he is seen about by anyone who might be outside their apartments, he then heads towards the stairs.  Of course they couldn’t give him a ground floor apartment, he muttered, while climbing the stairs towards the top floor.<br/>