[SH] In The City
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				Title: <strong>[SH] In The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 09:07:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 3.95em;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Share</span></span><em></em></em></strong></span><span style="font-size: 3.95em;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">House</span></span><em></em></em></strong></span><br><em><strong>In The City</strong></em><br><hr>Beyond the perimeter and close proximity of the ShareHouse lies the city where it resides. The city is divided down the middle by a waterway called the Janus Canal, which flows north to south, to where the canal ends and the Janus Bay widens. Causeways and drawbridges, which allow cargo vessels to pass underneath them, connect the districts on either side of the waterway. <br><br><strong>Downtown District:</strong><br>To the east of the canal is the Downtown district, which runs parallel to the Downtown waterfront. Many of the smaller privately-owned businesses make their home here. Popular locations include:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/post_office01.jpg)</div></td><td><div align="center">(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/corner_store01.jpg)</div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>Post Office</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong>Corner Store</strong></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">This is where the ShareHouse mailbox is located.<br>Every day around noon, the mail has to be collected<br>here in the Post Office.</div></td><td><div align="center">This is the place where the groceries of the <br>ShareHouse is obtained. The manager and the tenants<br>are responsible for restocking the refrigerator.</div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/farmers_market01.jpg)</div></td><td><div align="center">(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/downtown_plaza.jpg)</div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>Farmer's Market</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong>Downtown Plaza</strong></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">This is where the perishable (i.e. fruits and <br>vegetables) groceries must be bought. Every Sunday, <br>the farmers from the fields surrounding the city <br>gather and sell their crops in the Downtown Plaza <br>(see right).</div></td><td><div align="center">From Monday to Saturday, this is where <br>some locals living in the Downtown district go to <br>relax and hang out. Bands may sometimes play their<br>music here, filling the plaza with sound.</div></td></tr></tbody></table><br><strong>Janus Heights:</strong><br>Directly east of the Downtown district is Janus Heights, the residential area where the ShareHouse sits (the ShareHouse sits directly between the Downtown district and Janus Heights; the house is on Main St., the roadway that separates the two districts).<br>(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/janus_heights01.jpg)(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/janus_height02.jpg)<br><br><strong>Janus Docks:</strong><br>To the west of the Janus Canal, mostly to the south, is the Janus Docks, where fishing vessels unload their catch to be sold in the fish markets. Cargo vessels bring in goods to be sold in the Commercial district. <br>(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/janus_canal01.jpg)(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/janus_docks01.jpg)<br><br><strong>Commercial District:</strong><br>Directly west from the Docks, is the Commercial district. At certain times of the days, the skyscrapers and tall office buildings cast shadows on the districts to the east. Northernly along the Janus Canal, the Commercial has its own, yet smaller, waterfront where tall apartment buildings sit. Popular locations include:<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/shopping_center01.jpg)</div></td><td><div align="center">(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/college02.jpg)</div></td><td><div align="center">(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/west_janus01.jpg)</div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>Twain Shopping Center</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong>Twain University</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong>West Janus Apartments</strong></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">Popular for having only one floor above <br>ground while two more floors are below. This <br>shopping center has many department stores, a<br>rather large food court, and a movie theater.</div></td><td><div align="center">Situated directly in the middle of the <br>Commericial district, this institution surrounds itself <br>with lush fields of cut grass which makes up most of <br>Galileo Park, a circular park a few miles from the <br>main city center.</div></td><td><div align="center">Running parallel to the West Janus <br>waterfront is West Janus Apartment, a<br>menagerie of tall apartment buildings <br>catering to those who make a living in <br>the Commercial district.</div></td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><div align="center"><strong>ShareHouse RP Locations:</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">-OOC-<br>-Plot Discussion- (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99573.0)</div></td><td><div align="center">-ShareHouse- (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99430.0)</div></td><td><div align="center"><strong>-In The City-</strong></div></td><td><div align="center">-General-<br>-Chatterbox-</div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">-Room #201-</div></td><td><div align="center">-Room #202-</div></td><td><div align="center">-Room #203-</div></td><td><div align="center">-Room #204-</div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">-Room #301-</div></td><td><div align="center">-Room #302-</div></td><td><div align="center">-Room #303-</div></td><td><div align="center">-Room #304-</div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">-Club-</div></td><td><div align="center">-Beyond the-<br>-City Limits- (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100132.0)</div></td><td></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] In The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 09:07:53</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Time</span></em></strong><strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Shift</span></em></strong></span><br><strong><em>... as the sun heads for horizon ...</em></strong><br><hr><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, March 4, 2011<br><br><strong>Current Time:</strong> around 1:30pm / Afternoon<br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Early Morning</strong></td><td><strong>Morning</strong></td><td><strong>Noon</strong></td><td><strong>Afternoon</strong></td><td><strong>Evening</strong></td><td><strong>Midnight</strong></td></tr><tr><td>(1:00 AM - 6:59 AM)</td><td>(7:00 AM - 11:59 AM)</td><td>(12:00 PM - 12:59 PM)</td><td>(1:00 PM - 6:59 PM)</td><td>(7:00 PM - 11:59 PM)</td><td>(12:00 AM - 12:59 AM)</td></tr><tr><td>Rain</td><td>Partly Cloudy</td><td>Overcast</td><td>Sunny</td><td>Clear</td><td>Clear</td></tr></tbody></table><br><strong>Daily Events:</strong><br>ShareHouse mail arrives at Post Office<br><br><strong>Special Events:</strong><br>None<br><br><strong>Posting Allowed for:</strong> <br>Chelsea Damariz (Eliza)<br>Shayla Murrow (Wykyd)</div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] In The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 22:42:52</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] In The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 23:11:56</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - riding with Shayla Murrow to the Post Office...</em><br><hr>Chelsea relaxed as Shayla drove towards the Post Office, at times showing her some shortcuts through small streets. It was a joy to ride in a car, but more of a joy to ride in a convertible and having the wind blow her hair back. She sported a smile that showed Shayla what an enjoyment this was. Yes, it was Chelsea's day off, but her day off consisted mainly lounging about the house or riding a nearly empty bus to the Post Office. The junk mail was an addition to the boredom that Chelsea experienced on her off days. "This is great," she said. It was indeed different than riding in a bus, looking out of a window.<br><br>"So, how long have you and that guy been together?" Chelsea said to break the silence in the car. The chemistry between Shayla and Austin was genuine and Chelsea, who was sometimes nosy, couldn't help but ask the question.<br><br>The Post Office was modernized from an old building, its exterior being the place where there was the least change in design. It sat in a circle of building that surrounded a rather small fountain surrounded by grass patches and benches. The roundabout, the road that cars drove on around the circular plaza in the center mimic the style of the roundabouts in Europe. Similarly, the street were void of parked cars, causing Chelsea to direct Shayla to the nearest parking lot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] In The City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 21:07:25</strong>
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				<strong><em>Shayla Murrow - In her car with Chelsea heading for the post office...</em></strong>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>Shay smiled as they glided through traffic an their way to the post office. It thrilled her to think that someone else was enjoying her new toy as much as she was. Austin had thought it a terrible waste of money, but she couldn't resist...it had been her own secret reward for acheiving one of the goals on her long list. <br><br>Shayla laughed softly at Chelsea's question. She rarely heard Austin referred to as <em>'That Guy'</em>. She supposed, however, that not many people in these parts (espescially if they weren't into extreme sports) wouldn't really know who Austin Brooks was. Surprisingly, that kind of made Shayla sad in a way. She smiled warmly, shrugging slightly as she answered "Austin? Well, we've been friends for about 6 years now...but we've only really been dating for two." <br><br>Shayla reached out and pushed the button on the fancy stereo system she'd splurged on. "The Who" screamed out the question "Who are you?" and Shay tapped the steering wheel in time with the beat. "So, are you dating anybody?" she asked Chelsea, trying to keep the conversation as she pulled into the parking lot she'd been directed to. 
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				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 05:27:18</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - going to the Post Office with Shayla...</em><br><hr>Chelsea was caught off guard with Shayla's question. She took her time trying to come up with a reasonable answer to the question, not wanting to leave the new tenant hanging, as she exited out of the vehicle. As she rounded the rear of the car, with hands in her pockets, she said simply, "Nope. I'm not dating anybody. You could say I'm married to my job. I don't think I have time for a boy ... friend." As she lead the way from the rear parking lot to the entrance of the Post Office, she contemplated if she truly didn't have time for a boyfriend. The closest person that qualified as a potential boyfriend was Raul, who had been in the ShareHouse longer that herself. It was through the ShareHouse that they met and had much history. She shook of any fantastical idea in her head as she opened the door to the Post Office, holding it open for Shayla to walk in behind her.<br><br>Today being Friday, the line waiting for the next available teller was undeniably long. Chelsea was a regular as well, and some of people working at the Post Office who knew her, had offered to let her cut the line so she could get the mail. She looked at all the tellers, unfortunately, they were new recruits. It seemed they would have to wait, but she wouldn't suffer in the long line. She had Shayla to keep her company. Restarting their conversation, Chelsea asked Shayla, "So what do you do? Like, as work?"
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				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 03:29:42</strong>
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				<em><strong>Shayla Murrow - Post office with Chelsea</strong></em><br>_______________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>Shayla was surprised to hear that Chelsea wasn't dating anyone at all, but she completely understood the whole "no time for a boyfriend" condition. She'd had the same problem when she'd first met Austin. Still, she wondered if there wasn't someone she knew that could at least provide some - at least as far as Shayla perceived - much needed distraction for the pretty young woman. She would have to give that some thought. Shay thought there was nothing like really good sex to relieve stress and get your creativity flowing. She giggled quietly to herself at the stray thought as she walked around the car to catch up with Chelsea.<br><br>The post office was extremely crowded being that it was a Friday afternoon. As the two stood in line, it was Chelsea's turn to make small talk. Shayla smiled brightly, always happy to talk about what she did for a living. "I'm kind of a 'Jill-of-all-trades' in the art world. Mostly I'm a photo-journalist. That's how I bought my new baby...I just sold one of my pic's to a major magazine. I love pictures. I'm usually never without my camera!" she laughed softly "I also paint and sculpt. I'm having a showing at my friends gallery in six weeks." Shayla didn't let the fact that she was about 4 weeks behind schedule getting her work together for the show bother her too much, she knew she'd pull it off. "Oh, and I also teach a sculpting class at the university. What is it you do for a living?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 10:33:07</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - talking with Shayla at the Post Office...</em><br><hr>"Wow, cool," Chelsea commented, nodding after hearing Shayla disclose her passion for art. It was photos that spiked Chelsea's interest. Heck, she even saw the professional-grade camera Shayla had when she was taking pictures of the ShareHouse. "I almost never leave the ShareHouse without a camera in my pocket. But this one isn't as good as yours." Chelsea reached into her pocket and pulled out a small digital camera, colored black. Chelsea listened more and found out that Shayla was indeed a Jill-of-all-trades' in the art world like she said so earlier. Not only photos, but painting and sculptures. "Oh, a month and a half away?" Chelsea asked regarding the showcase Shayla was going to have at her friends gallery. "Maybe, we can get some of the tenants to go and support. It will be like a field trip." Chelsea was now completely amazed at the talent of Shayla. Not only she could do these artful tasks, but she could also teach it as well.<br><br>A few people at the front of the line moved as they were called to available tellers. The line shortened, but got longer, almost by the same length, as more customers went to the end of the line. Answering Shayla's question, Chelsea replied, "Well, I'm a talent director. I work with a team to hold auditions for a variety of parts, which include TV shows, music videos, concerts, and movies. It is through me that a performer or someone hired through an audition is connected to an agent or the production company. I'm sort of a middleman. I also screen potential performers of their work and their portfolios. I'm like the interviewer in a job interview. I'm basically the person who decides whether or not a person can make it big with a production. Wow, that's a lot. Sorry, I talk a lot sometimes."<br><br>"I know that voice when I hear it," a male voice coming from behind the counter said. The voice was familiar to Chelsea's ears and she turned in the direction the voice was coming from. A man dressed in a Post Office uniform standing behind a teller tending to a customer was seen and Chelsea's face lit up immediate. The man was fairly old, around his 50s. He was bald and had graying facial hair on his face. "Have you come to pick up the ShareHouse mail?"<br><br>"Roger! Yeah, I was," Chelsea replied.<br><br>"Come around to the door," Roger said, pointing at a dutch door, its top half open and its bottom half flush with the wall, at the end of the room. Chelsea gestured Shayla to follow her lead as she stepped out of the line and straight to the door Roger was pointing to. Another door, which went to the passport office sat next to it. Roger walked all the way to the door and met with the two girls. The bottom half had a built-in counter on top, on which Roger placed his arm as he leaned on the door. Seeing Shayla, his face lit up and he asked Chelsea, "Who's your friend?" His glances weren't at all perverted and he was friendly and respectful when seeing the new face.<br><br>"This is Shayla Murrow, one of the new tenants."<br><br>"Oh really?" Reaching out a hand, Roger greeted Shayla "It's pleasure to meet you Shayla, I'm Roger Clementine, a good friend of Chelsea's."
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				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 10:33:01</strong>
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				<em><strong>Shayla Murrow - Int the post office</strong></em><br>_________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>Shayla laughed easily as Chelsea rambled on. She decided the young woman was an amusing distraction. Shay was excited at her mention of having the entire house come to her showing. It was her first show, so the prospect of not having anyone show up was nerve wracking. Her friend, who owned the gallery, assured Shayla that it was impossible to have no one show up...and that she could at least be sure that all her friends would be there. What she really needed though, was for the brokers and talent scouts to show up. <br><br>The line moved forward slightly as Shay listened to Chelsea describe her work. Shay found it fascinating that Chelsea was a talent director. It sounded pretty exciting to her. Before Shay could tell her so, they were being interrupted by a voice calling out to the young woman. An elderly gentleman behind the counter was hailing Chelsea, telling them to come around. Chelsea followed the man's instructions and Shayla followed Chelsea. They met him at the open top of the dutch door counter. He flashed a friendly smile and Shayla thought he must have been a real charmer in his youth. <br><br>Chelsea introduced her and the gentleman held out his hand. Shayla smiled and cheerfully shook Roger's hand as she responded "The pleasure is all mine Mr. Clementine." 
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				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 11:00:22</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - following Roger, along with Shayla, to the mailbox room...</em><br><hr>After shaking Shayla's hand, Roger took his hand back and then went back to talking with Chelsea. "You know, you should get a pass for entry into the mailbox room," he said, unlocking the bottom half of the dutch door. Behind the door was a short hallway, about three to four meters in length that led to a room that looked like a locker room. Roger let the two girls into the hallway, locking the bottom part of the dutch door, and led them towards the open door of the room. "The Post Office is trying to give passes to whoever has a mailbox in the mailbox room. All you have to do is show the pass to the guard and he'll open that door for you. You can also give the pass to one of your tenants and if they do the same procedure, the guard will let you in. Just make sure you don't give it to someone you don't trust, especially newer tenants, no offense." Roger had to say it, but he quickly apologized to Shayla as they entered the room. Every wall of the room was a built-in mail locker. Some differed in size, from the size of a regular personal mailbox, to a large school locker. "I'll see if the guys can you give a pass before you leave." <br><br>Roger exited the room and back into the hallway. Chelsea, pulling out from her pocket a key, attached to it a keychain of a fuzzy bear, went over to a medium-sized mail locker across from the open door. Wording on the locker said 'ShareHouse Mail' and also the address to the ShareHouse. Chelsea inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it, unlocking the mechanism that locked the door. Pulling on the handle attached to the exterior side of the door, would reveal the contents inside. Sixteen cubby-holes, in a four-by-four pattern, held the mail for the tenants of the ShareHouse. About a fourth of the cubbies were empty, showing that those were for future tenants. Chelsea took all pieces of mail out of their cubbyholes, not minding to look at the names on the envelopes. Not having a bag with her meant that she had to hold the excess of twenty of so different types of envelopes in her hands. She had forgotten her bag at home. She muttered softly, "Well, at least it's not Monday." Surely, Monday would be the day when the most junk mail would be found, adding to each tenant's mail. Junk mail did give the ShareHouse extra scratch paper, coasters for drinks, and numerous coupons for deals in the city.
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				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 03:30:44</strong>
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				<strong><em>Shayla Murrow - Post office w/Chelsea</em></strong>____________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>Shayla followed behind Chelsea admiring the architectural details of the old building and wishing she'd brought her camera inside. She listened to the two in front of her chattering easily about pass keys and lockers, waving off Roger's appology with a smile of understanding. <br><br>When he was gone, Shayla waited for Chelsea to gather the mail from the box..laughing sympathetically as the girls arms became overloaded with mail. Attempting to lighten the load, Shayla relieved Chelsea of half of her burden and smile brightly "Hey, I can work wonders with junk mail!" she joked "It makes great art!"
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				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 13:19:02</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - Leaving Post Office with Shayla...</em><br><hr>Chelsea's hands relaxed as they were relieved of some of the burden. Some of the tenants had a lot of mail, much of them just junk mail that came in envelopes. Maybe she could get a bag for the mail that held each tenants mail in his or her own pouch in the bag. That would be sixteen pouches and a heavy bag. Maybe someone who was handy with invention could invent something like that. For now, the primal tools called hands would do. "I guess that's it," Chelsea said, taking one last peek into the mailbox. She swung the door back to its rightful place secured with the lock. She twisted the key and pulled it out, letting it slide out from the keyhole.<br><br>With the stack of envelopes in her hand, she started for the door, but stopped when Roger appeared holding what looked like a laminated card attached to a Post Office lanyard. "Here you go, Chels," Roger said, putting the mailbox pass into Chelsea's free palm. "Just let the guard scan in and he'll let you in."<br><br>"Thanks, Roger. We're going to go now. I'll see you tomorrow," Chelsea replied. She then led Shayla out of the Post Office and back to her car.
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