Jericho woke up at quarter to six, just as he usually did, to the smell of coffee coming from the pre-programmed coffee pot in the kitchen of his large, but spartan apartment. Definitely one for functionality over decor, the place was..modern, to put it lightly. Decorated in stainless steel, glass, and cement, it accomplished what it needed for him, and nothing more. He only used one of the four bedrooms in his apartment that his college stipend was paying for, so the other three were completely empty.<br/><br/>The apartment itself was of an odd configuration. It was built as a loft would be, the lower floor had two bedrooms, a full bathroom, kitchen, breakfast bar, and living room, the middle floor another two bedrooms, and the upper floor was reached with a spiral staircase. The upper floor was the master bedroom, and looked down over top of the living room. There was a single master bathroom attached to the bedroom, with both a glass shower stall and a large jacuzzi style tub, though it had never been used. Showers were just quicker.<br/><br/>Today was his one of three days off of class, and he didn't plan on doing anything but to relax, watch a little TV, and wait by the phone to see if anyone called about the three rooms that were available. He'd posted on the campus bulletin about them, offering all amenities, including internet and electricity for only 250$ a month, provided that they had a reliable source of income. He didn't really need the money, but it couldn't hurt.<br/><br/>He poured himself a cup of steaming coffee and inhaled the intoxicating scent as if it were a drug...right before he drowned it with vanilla creamer and sugar. Everyone had their vices, right?