<div class="floatright">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/th_Carter_zps46a545ae.jpg)</div>Name: Carter<br/>Location: living room<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169405.msg7951345#msg7951345">Quote from: Greytrail Ravenswolf on 27-03-2013, 03:20:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Hoisting his bike over his shoulder, Carter paused to catch his breath, breathing in deeply of the gorgeous summer air. The neighborhood was opulent and the address he's been given, an isolated and enormous house.<br/><br/>"Commute's gonna be a bitch," he chuckled and went to teh door, pulling off the envelope and reading the note. "Well, here we go."<br/><br/>And unlocked the door to his future.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The place looked like a half-furnished middling-rich Southern California model home. Couches and a dining room table and a sprawling but notably empty kitchen at the far end. Good place to start, that. The others, when they came, would want keys and he had the introduction note in his hand. Before retrieving the keys, he opened the back door and set his bike down. A quick search found the pile of house keys that he tossed onto the counter top in plain sight before looking around.<br/><br/>"No tables except for that big one to eat at," he mused curiously to himself. "Odd, that. Are they expecting us to trash the place?"