<strong>Jasmine, Melody, &amp; Jericho - Living Room</strong><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>Jericho couldn't stop smiling stupidly at Mel.<em>She's moving in..like now?</em>He didn't know why it excited him so much. Then his leg started vibrating, and he jumped, being shaken out of his little reverie.<em> Ahh.. dam cell phone.</em>Leaning back, he pulled it from his pocket, and unlocked the screen. He had a voicemail from a number not in his contact list, so he only assumed it was yet another applicant. If things went well, he might fill the entire place in only a single day.<br/><br/>Turning to Melody, he said, "If you'll give me just a moment, need to check a voicemail. Most likely another applicant. If you want to stay, that's fine. I'd love to have you. Here. In the apartment I mean." Shaking his head to clear it slightly, he sighed. "Since you're the first to accept, first choice of rooms is yours. You can paint, decorate whatever you want to it, provided its not too extreme, like knocking down walls or whatever. My bedroom is at the top of the second stairway. There are three bedrooms on the second floor, and three on this floor. Welcome home."<br/><br/>Standing, he stretched slightly, putting his arms up before turning to Jasmine. "I hope the clothing fits. If you'll excuse me just a moment, I'm almost positive I need to go pull someone else outta the rain. Feel free to look around, and I look forward to talking to ya when I get back up here, okay?"<br/><br/>At that point, the elevator dinged. "Oh god. Dayne's home. Turning to both the women at this point, he stated with a grin,"Be careful with him, he's...slick to say the least, and will probably ooze charm. Always does around beautiful women. Be right back."<br/><br/>Raising the cell to his ear as he walked, he dialed his voicemail, and listened to whoever this was, and made his way to the stairs, taking them two at a time on his way down, leaving Jasmine and Melody to talk for a bit should they choose.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><strong>Jericho &amp; Kyle - Lobby</strong><br/><br/>Taking the stairs two at a time, Jericho made his way down to the bottom of the stairwell, managing to trip and smack his head on the door. "God fucking dammit!" he swore uncharacteristically.<em> That's gonna leave a lump</em>he thought, more than a little annoyed. With a large quickly bruising mark on his forehead, Jer popped open the door to the stairwell, he made his way to the lobby door that led to the street. Seeing no one at the door at first, Jericho swiped his key and the door clicked open. Sticking his head out of the door, he spotted Kyle.<br/><br/>"Hey man, you here for the ad about open rooms too?", he called out to him. "If you are, come on in, get out of the rain. Need to get some ice upstairs for my head."