[SH] ShareHouse - IC
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				Title: <strong>[SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 08:35:59</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><hr>A three-story, eight-bedroom townhouse that sits on the corner of a residential area, on the east side of the city, east of the Janus Canal. It is directly across the street from the Downtown area of the city. It has a driveway that has room for four vehicles, two parking spaces on the street adjacent to the house, and a motorcycle that can fit one bike.<br><br><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Exterior</strong></span><br>(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/Miscellaneous/sharehouse02-1.jpg)<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Living Room</strong></span></div></td><td><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kitchen</strong></span></div></td></tr><tr><td>(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/Miscellaneous/sharehouse03.jpg)</td><td>(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/Miscellaneous/sharehouse04.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table><hr><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"><strong>-ShareHouse-</strong></div></td><td><div align="center">-In The City- (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100157.0)</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>-Beyond the-<br>-City Limits- (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100132.0)</td><td></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 08:41:15</strong>
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				<em>Chelsea Damariz - Putting up "Tenants Wanted" Flyers at the local public bulletin boards...</em><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/bulletin_post01.jpg)</div>It was a repeating task for Chelsea. It was order by the last manager, the original owner, of the ShareHouse, that if there was a chance six or more people had left the ShareHouse for any particular reason, flyers telling of unoccupied rooms, would be put up. Chelsea, the current manager of the ShareHouse had made this her habit. Six of the tenants at the ShareHouse, all of them close friends, were leaving on an extended vacation. This told Chelsea that their rooms would be empty. Though a repeating task, Chelsea loved it. She always liked meeting new people, and in her line of work as a Talent Director, it was commonplace.<br><br>Chelsea had to decide where exactly to put the flyers. They had to be in a place where she could legally post them up and where there was a significant number of foot traffic. Maybe I'll go to the local community college and the university in the city, she told herself. She wanted to cater the ShareHouse to college-aged adults, providing room and board, as well as meals, to them for a price a bit less than staying at a dormitory.
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				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 03:35:42</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> ... when the city sleeps ...</em></strong><br><hr><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, March 4, 2011<br><br><strong>Current Time:</strong> 1:00am / Early Morning<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>Special Events:</strong><br>Kathleen Anzaker moves into the ShareHouse<br><br><strong>Posting Allowed for:</strong> <br>Kathleen Anzaker (Acid Lips)<br>Chelsea Damariz (Eliza)</div><hr>
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				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 08:27:52</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - Watching television in the ShareHouse Living Room, around 1:00am...</em><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/kaoru_ichinose01.jpg)</div>Chelsea couldn't sleep. Like most nights, she spent her idle time watching late night talk shows and whatever she could find in the endless guides of the digital cable box in the ShareHouse living room. While most of the tenants slept and rested their bodies for the work day in the daylight, Chelsea sat on the couch, huddled under a blanket and secretly sneaking her own cookies for her to eat, the evidence of crumbs she shook off her throw blanket and onto the floor. Seeing the sight of the crumbs on the floor sent her into procrastination mode and 'I-don't-want-to-wake-the-tenants-with-late-night-cleaning' mentality. I'll just vacuum tomorrow, she said to herself.<br><br>Yesterday, she took the rest of her day after clocking out from work to post up flyers. These flyers had little slips of the ShareHouse phone number as well as her own typed on them, and they were cut into connected that one could rip and keep for oneself for later calling. A couple had called a few days after, saying they could start moving in immediately. One thing that attracted people to live in the ShareHouse for any given amount of time was Chelsea's open-minded and hospitable demeanor towards others, and also the price of the rent. Even though the ShareHouse sat on the edge of a fairly well neighborhood, the rent was manageable, especially with the more people crashing in one of the sixteen bed provided. The splitting of rent was shared amongst all the tenants living in the converted townhouse ... hence the name, ShareHouse.<br><br>The people who called Chelsea said that they could move in immediately, but they didn't specify the exact date or time they were going to do it. Chelsea was surprised that that sort of idea could come true one of these days, even when the rain poured outside. The weatherman, said that the rain that fell in the early morning was going to be the last rain to be seen, as the hotter, and clearer skies appeared in its place.
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				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 08:41:15</strong>
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				[Kathleen Anzaker] - [MOVING IN] at [Outside the share house]<br><br>Kat sighed as she finally got to the house where she was going to live for awhile now. It was supposed to be a big house with many different rooms and that was exactly what she was looking at. Moving with a friends truck she was driving her motorcycle behind the truck where she had all of her stuff. Turning off the motorcycle she noticed that it was raining, "oh yes perfect, just perfect raining on the day I move in". She sighed and rushed over the truck and smiled at her friend, "Leave the suitcases and bags on the porch under the small ceiling, and go already it's pouring souls in here". <br><br>The man who was with her nodded and quickly helped her move her stuff to the door before rushing back to his truck and leaving the place. Running to her bike she covered it with a plastic sheet so it won't get damaged because of the rain. Looking around she noticed a small part of the front of the house covered by a wooden ceiling, rushing her bike there she made sure it was fine before leaving it alone. Once she was sure the bike would be fine she rushed back to the door of the house and took off her hood before knocking on the door, "Excuse me, this is Kathleen I am here to move in?".<br><br>She knew that at this time of the day the person inside would most likely be sleeping. The two tattoos on her breasts partially visible as she sighed and knocked again, "Hello? somebody there?" <em> perfect I move in early and nobody's home, I guess she must be in a party or something</em>. Taking a deep breath she had called the tenant of the house and had made the payment via debit card so everything was settled, she just needed to enter the house with the pouring rain that was happening would prove to be difficult.
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				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 09:00:24</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - welcoming Kathleen Anzaker to the ShareHouse...</em><br><hr>Chelsea had just flipped to the Science Channel, where baboons had just relaxed in a Japanese hot spring, when she heard a knock at her door. She could hear a voice as well as a truck outside, but the pouring rain drowned the sounds out - it could barely be heard. Removing her crumb-infested blanket off of her, sending the rest of her cookies onto the floor. Chelsea pushed herself up and walked in her pajamas and white hoodie, with her hair tied back, to the foyer. Flipping a switch, she illuminated the darkened foyer with light from a cheap chandelier, which would also alert the person outside of an 'awake' presence inside the house. The blinds covering the windows made it hard to see inside the house from outside. Chelsea parted the blinds a bit to see who was behind the door, but she could only see what looked like a plastic-packaged motorcycle and luggage. Signs of the moving truck disappeared as it left the street.<br><br>Not wanting to keep the guest waiting outside in the cold, probably soaked by the rain as well, Chelsea unbolted the door and released the brass chain. Turning the knob, Chelsea was sure the sound of the door opening was like salvation to the one needing to be saved. Behind the door, now illuminated by the light in the foyer was a girl with dark hair, though, the rain may have only made it dark in the light. Groggy-eyed, and her voice with the signs of late-night phlegm creeping from her belly, Chelsea said, "Yes? ... Are ... are you a tenant?" She tried to keep her eyes open, not wanting to be rude to her guest.
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				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 09:15:22</strong>
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				=====================================<br><strong>Kathleen Anzaker</strong>- Waiting for the door and the owner to welcome her<br>========================<br><br>Kat noticed the lights suddenly light up and she smiled, the people inside were finally alerted of her presence. The night was very very cold and raining a lot, groaning she looked as another girl opened the door a bit and asked the typical question, "I am Kathleen Anzaker, we spoke on the phone yesterday?". She reached her pocket for her drivers license and showed it to her so the girl could verify that Kat was indeed Kat. She sneezed a as she looked at the woman, man she hated cold nights like that especially outside.<br><br>Looking at her she groaned, "Lady please, may I come in I am freezing outside I feel like I am going to faint". She had driven in the rain for the past hour and was soaking wet, she did not expected the rain to pour down like it was right now. Looking at her she waited to see what would be the reaction of the woman to Kat arriving so early.
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				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 09:33:35</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - Inviting Kathleen in...</em><br><hr>Chelsea listened to the words the girl was saying, and looking at the driver's license, realized that it was Kathleen Anzaker that called her a couple days ago, one of the people who were willing to move in but did not specify the time and date. Her appearance hear was truly unexpected ... as was the sneeze that flew out of the girl's nose. Kat pleaded as if she was a prisoner kept in a cold, wet, dungeon, suffering a nasty cold. Chelsea was not going to be the rude landlord who only cared about the rent every month. She was going to be her usual, hospitable self. "Yeah, yeah, come in. I'll get you towel," Chelsea said, leading the girl into the foyer, water dripping from her hair and clothes. A Hispanic man, who looked about the age of thirty dressed in a black tanktop, showing off his toned, tanned muscles, and a pair of gray sweatpants, came down the stairs, curiosity painted on his face.<br><br>Seeing the wet girl being led by Chelsea, the man asked, "Is everything okay?"<br><br>"Oh Raul, thanks for coming down. Can you please bring Kathleen's stuff in please?" Chelsea told him and without another word from the man, he followed the order and risking his dry clothes, went out the door and hurriedly brought Kat's luggage inside. He closed the door, showing signs of the cold affecting him. "Thanks, I can take it from here." Raul left for the stairs, looking over his shoulder at the two girls as he walked up the steps. Chelsea went to a half-open door to the right of the foyer and entered the room. When she came out, she had in her hand a large, dark red towel, which she gave to Kathleen. "Here you go, Kathleen."
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				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 20:01:29</strong>
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				<strong>Kathleen Anzaker</strong>- rushing inside the house<br><br>Kathleen looked at the woman opening the door and she instantly went in waiting at the entrance for the towel. When she heard a man's voice she looked up and saw a man taking her stuff inside the house. Once he was out of the way the girl came back with a dry towel, instantly placing it over her body she smiled, "Thank you, I been driving for two hours in this rain". She began to dry herself up as best as she could and smiled at her, this girl at least did not seemed too bad, "At least today I don't have to work, I asked for the day free".<br><br>Smiling she began to shiver a bit but now that she was warmer she began to relax. The house was very big, it had enough stuff for a couple of people living in reason why the girl rented the rooms. Looking up at her she sighed and looked at the TV at the distance. Walking to a small hand held bag she had with her she looked inside and nodded, "Is there a bathroom nearby where I can change?". She smiled and pointed at her bag, "Always good to carry another set of clothing while you are riding, that is my motto. She giggled and looked at the girl waiting for a reply.
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				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 21:08:52</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - Showing a tour of the ShareHouse...</em><br><hr>"Two hours?" Chelsea asked, "That's your bike on the patio, right? Wow, you could have come at a later time, the weatherman said it will be clear for the rest of the day." She showed the expression of a worried mother. "Well, when the rain stops, we can find your bike a more drying parking space, for all my parking spaces are along the street. If only I had someone to build a chain-link cage for storage underneath the small roof in front ... we could put your bike there."<br><br>Chelsea saw the shivers on Kathleen, even when she was relaxing. "There's a bathroom with a shower on the third floor, where you room, #302, is at. Why don't you get cleaned up and get some rest? I don't want you getting sick all of a sudden," Chelsea explained, pointing Kathleen towards the staircase. Tired herself, she turned the TV off and folded her throw blanket. Thinking Kathleen may need a hot drink after her shower, Chelsea walked into the kitchen. Out of the refrigerator, she took milk and poured about a cup of the white liquid into a black mug (http://images.marketplaceadvisor.channeladvisor.com/hi/72/72196/5085-3.jpg). She placed it into the microwave and set the time to one minute.
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				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 21:20:38</strong>
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				<strong>Kathleen Anzaker</strong>- Going to her room<br><br>Kat heard her talking and nodded, "I can make the ceiling if you want to, I am good with stuff like that I am always making stuff or fixing stuff. Being raised in a house with a racetrack near and two brothers kinda makes you learn all those stuff". She smiled nodding and grabbing her stuff walking upstairs, being stronger than she seemed she slowly made her way through the first two staircases and finally opened her dorm room, she saw two beds she placed her stuff in one of them and looked through bag for another pair of clothes. Smiling she hummed her way to the bathroom and changed into a pair of shorts and a shirt.<br><br>Taking a deep breath she changed quickly and placed her wet clothes into a bag, "I would need to dry these off, I guess I will do it tomorrow". She smiled and walked downstairs again apparently much fresher than before, "Thanks about the room. If you need help with anything tell me, I am sort of your handy girl of sorts".
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				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 02:15:08</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - In the kitchen, pulling a mug out of the microwave...<br></em><hr>Chelsea stood, throw blanket underneath her left arm, in front of the microwave waiting for the milk to finish heating. Shuffling noises could be hear coming down the stairs and she looked towards the stairs to see who it was. It was Kathleen, now dressed in dry clothes, which made her look like she lived in the ShareHouse. The microwaved beeped and turned off, the words "FOOD IS READY" showing up on the marquee. Chelsea pulled on the handle that opened the door, and reached her hand, now wrapped in a oven mitten, into the microwave, pulling out the mug inside. She set it down on the counter and turned to face Kathleen, who thanked her for the room.<br><br>"You said you had the day free, Kathleen?" Chelsea asked. "I may have some more tenants moving in today, but I have to leave for work in the morning. If they come by, can you invite them in? Here," Chelsea went over to the refrigerator, where four similar papers where posted, colorful magnets pinning them down to the refrigerator doors. One had Kathleen's name on it, telling her that the other three were the names of the tenants. "One is Megan Shaw, I think she'll be coming in the morning. She'll be taking a bed in room #201. The other two is a couple, Austin Brooks and Shayla Murrow, and they'll be coming in around 5 or 6 in the afternoon. I'll be home by then, so I can help you. Austin and Shayla will be taking room #204. If you need any help, you can ask Raul to help you. He's free Fridays. If he's not out jogging around the neighborhood, you'll find him in his room. He's next door to me, room #303."<br><br>Chelsea, seeing that the mug had sat on the counter for nearly two minutes, she picked up the cooling beverage and handed it to Kathleen for her drink. Watching the girl take the mug from her hands, Chelsea explained to her, "Here. I'm sure you not going to need coffee this early in the morning, but milk will do you good. You can use this mug if you'll like, every tenant has a mug. If you'd like to hang around here, be my guest. You're living in the ShareHouse now." A yawn struck Chelsea as she finished her statement. "Oh, I need to go to bed ... I'll guess I'll see you in the morning?"
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				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 02:47:48</strong>
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				<strong>Kathleen Anzaker</strong>- refreshed from the change of clothes<br><br>Kathleen looked at her heating up some milk and smiled, grabbing the mug as she heard the woman talk, “Sure I will help ya out with them, I need to do the ceiling in the parking for my bike after all that might take me the day”. She took a small sip out of the milk and nodded, “I don’t use mugs because I don’t drink coffee or anything like that, I mostly use disposable cups for drinking”. She smiled as she watched the woman leave to her room, “I will see you tomorrow then, nice to meet you and thank you”.&nbsp; When the girl left she smiled, walking around she saw the tv, it was big enough for her to watch her tv shows with ease that is if the others were not using them, she would need to buy a tv set for her room.<br><br>Walking around she saw the kitchen and looked inside, a couple of things were on the fridge but it was full enough to last a couple of days, she would fill it when she get’s settled. Finishing off the milk she washed the mug and then cleaned the kitchen a bit. Turning off all the lights she walked up to her room and grabbed a towel, it was time for a quick shower. After it she put on some PJ’s and settled the clock to wake her up at 7:00 am, more than enough time to get some rest and start doing her work early. Yawning she walked to her bed and turned off the lights covering herself and quickly falling asleep.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 03:00:01</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 city rises ...</em></strong><br><hr><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, March 4, 2011<br><br><strong>Current Time:</strong> 8:00am / Morning<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>Special Events:</strong><br>Megan Shaw moves into the ShareHouse<br><br><strong>Posting Allowed for:</strong> <br>Kathleen Anzaker (Acid Lips)<br>Chelsea Damariz (Eliza)<br>Megan Shaw (Rachubka)</div><hr>
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				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 03:10:01</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - Rise and shine, getting ready for work...</em><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/Miscellaneous/chelsea01.jpg)</div>Chelsea had a good sleep but a bad wake up. With only five hours or so of sleep, she woke herself up and hopped into the shower. She hoped the warmth of the water would wake her up like her morning coffee did. Unfortunately, it only made her alert enough that it was cold in the house. Nothing the heater couldn't fix. In her bathrobe, she rushed back into her room, and made her way to the closet. What should I wear today? Chelsea asked herself. A look out the window revealed a correct prediction from the weatherman, partly cloudy with no chance of seeing a proper sunrise. Patches of drying puddles littered the street outside, evidence from last night's rain. It was a good thing it wasn't raining right now. It was terribly cold.<br><br>Chelsea chose a simple casual outfit for her day. Being a talent director had its benefits, like the ability to wear pajamas to work, but only if the event allowed it. Slipping on some jeans and a white dress top, Chelsea topped the outfit with her favorite gray jacket and matching it with gray knee-high boots. She made sure she was prepared for the day, and rarely left the top floor of the ShareHouse without her cell phone and large, brown, hand bag, similar to a messenger bag. With that all set, she exited her room and proceeded down to the first floor.<br><br>At the top step of the staircase that connected the first floor with the second, smells from the kitchen could never be ignored. Especially was the smell of coffee, which Raul made every morning, that lifted the spirits of those who came down from their rooms. Chelsea especially loved her morning coffee in her sunflower mug. Feeling a vibration from her cell phone, Chelsea took it out of her pocket as she went down the stairs step by step. A voicemail message was left. Chelsea replayed the message back and placed the phone onto her ear. <em>"Hey, Chelsea. Sorry if this was last minute ... the casting director for today's set got into an accident last night. She's alright, but she suffered a broken leg. Damn rain ... we'll start the show again on Monday. Thanks, bye!"</em> Chelsea rolled her eyes as she turned off her phone. She showered and changed for nothing. Sulking, she walked into the kitchen, placing her bag onto the table. She pulled a chair or and sat in it. Raul, seeing her expression did not ask what was wrong. Instead he put the remedy to her problem into her favorite mug and placed it in front of her. "Thanks, Raul," she said, picking up the cup and sipping the hot beverage.
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				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 01:17:09</strong>
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				<strong>Kathleen Anzaker</strong>- Waking up and starting to work<br><br>The alarm clock went off and she opened her eyes, stretching her back she looked up to the ceiling, she ha a lot of work to do today, turning off the alarm she smiled and sat on the bed. First she needed to organize all of her stuff, since she had it well organized she started to organize it all and it took just a matter of a few minutes to have it all organized and placed away nicely. Looking for jeans and a shirt she nodded, "This will do for today". Taking a deep breath she walked downstairs with the bag full of the clothes she had the night before and she looked at the woman making some coffee, "Morning".<br><br>Smiling she looked at her and sat on the chair near the counter, "So question, where can I dry my clothes off, is there a drier here?". She smiled showing her the bag of clothes she was wearing during the night, she did not wanted them to smell bad. Smiling she noticed the girl was not gone, "I thought you were going to do something today, go to work or something like that?". She smiled looking outside and taking a deep breath, "So tell me about yourself, why are you searching for more people for this house?".
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 03:15:58</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - having coffee with Kathleen and Raul in the ShareHouse kitchen...</em><br><hr>"Yeah, see that door underneath the staircase?" Chelsea asked Kathleen. "Behind that door is a staircase that leads to the basement. You can find the water heater, the circuit breaker panel, and the washer and dryer there. You can also use any of the baskets for your clothes." Chelsea sipped more of her coffee as Kathleen asked another question. "Oh, my boss called me last minute and said one of the directors who handles auditions got into an accident last night. So right now it's my day off." Chelsea got up from her seat, sunflower mug in hand, and went over to the refrigerator. She pulled the paper that had Kathleen's information on it. She exited the kitchen and entered into the living room, heading for the office next to the half-bathroom.<br><br>She stopped to and turned to answer Kathleen's other question. "Oh, did I introduce myself last night. I don't recall doing so. I'm Chelsea Damariz, manager of the ShareHouse. The reason why I'm searching for more people for this house is because some of our tenants are moving out, and the sole reason why I'm searching for people for fill in the rooms is the rent. The rent is divided equally among the tenants. The more tenants, the less rent you have to pay. The total rent for this house is $5,000, and I also contribute to that myself. Hey, follow me," Chelsea explained, and gesturing Kathleen towards the closed door past the bathroom door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 03:29:21</strong>
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				Kathleen Anzaker- Walking to the office<br><br>Kat looked at her as she answered the questions and nodded, "ah okay". She prepared herself one of the gatorades she had on the fridge and looked at the girl that asked her to go to the office. Taking a deep breath she nodded and smirked, "Sure". She grabbed her Gatorade and walked to her office sitting in a chair inside, "So whatsup?". Smiling she took a sip of her juice letting it fill her stomach as she hummed softly. (sorry writers block)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 08:34:48</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - filing Kathleen's information into the files in the ShareHouse office...</em><br><hr>Once in the office, Chelsea placed her coffee on the desk and went over to where the file cabinets were behind the desk. She pulled one out all the way and placed the piece of paper in a folder alphabetized, starting with the "A" folder. "I'm just putting this in here, just so it doesn't get misplaced. When you pay the rent, which will be every first Friday of the month, you will have to come here. I collect the rent in the evening. But for you, you pay next month," Chelsea explained.<br><br>"Now, my turn. Tell me about yourself, Kathleen," Chelsea said, picking up her mug and walking out of the office, her hand gesturing Kathleen to follow her. "Like, where do you work? Is it close by?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 08:49:47</strong>
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				<strong>Kathleen Anzaker with Chelsea Damariz</strong>- Going around the house<br><br>Kat smiled as she saw her record being placed neatly away, at least this girl was organized. When the girl spoke she could not help but smile, Kat was not one of those girly girls, in fact she got along better with guys than with girls as rare as that might be. When the woman talked about when and how the payments were going to be made Kat just nodded at her smiling taking another sip out of her energy drink. When the girl stood up again and motioned Kat to follow she nodded and walked behind her.<br><br>"Well, I work in the motorcycle shop a couple of minutes away from here, I always found a fascination into building and repairing things. I am studying as well to be a forensic scientist although this is my last year of it since I think I am going to remain working at the shop I like it. I also know how to do some jobs here and there, anything that has anything to do with repairing I am your girl". She could not help but giggle at the thought of a girl repairing motorcycles and cars. "Ever since I was little I grew up around motorcycles and fast cars so I guess it stuck on me like a magnet from my parents". She giggled and sighed, "Tomorrow they are going to tell me if I have the full job so I can quit my studies for now".
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 10:18:24</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - talking with Kathleen in the ShareHouse living room...</em><br><hr>Chelsea led Kathleen into the living and sat herself down on one couch while Kathleen sat on another opposite from her. Chelsea could not help but be amazed at the number of skills Kathleen had told her. "Forensic scientist? Wow, how's that going?" she asked in amazement, taking another sip of her coffee. It was good she didn't have to work today, for she enjoyed getting to know the new Sharehouse tenant. Chelsea could sense a bit of a tomboyish aura around Kathleen, and she did not boast like a woman but like a man.<br><br>"So you'd like a career in automobile and motorcycle repair rather than being a forensics scientist?" Chelsea asked, keeping the conversation going. She was impressed that this girl sought her passions much more than seeking for money in a high-paying career of a forensics expert. She took another sip of her coffee, finishing the cup. Chelsea stood from her seat and went back into the kitchen and putting the mug into the sink and proceeding to wash it. She bore the task of washing their own dishes to the tenants rather than letting just one person do all the work. The 'Share' in ShareHouse did not only reside in the fact that many people shared the ShareHouse together, but also in the day-to-day activities inside the house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 19:44:42</strong>
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				<strong>Kathleen Anzake</strong>r- Sitting around the couch<br><br>Walking to the couch she sat in one of them and smiled at the other girl, "Yea I really prefear repairing stuff, no idea why but there is something about the roar of a machine that really gets me going". She smiled as the girl walked out to the kitchen to clean the mug she supposed. She smiled as she looked up to the ceiling and hummed waiting for her to come back, she needed to get to work in the hangar for the bike but that could wait.<br><br>When the girl came back Kat nodded, "Yes I prefer to work at repairing than to be a scientist, there is not much work as a forensic scientist right now and they only take the best. Let's just say I am not as good scientist as I am repairing stuff so yes I prefer to be a repair girl than a scientist". She smiled and sighed finishing up her energy drink and holding on to it for a bit to wait after she was done talking to the woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 10:20:23</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - sitting in the ShareHouse living room...</em><br><hr>"So you going into a forensic scientist career was mostly impulsive? Or did someone or something influence you to take up those course?" Chelsea asked Kathleen. She was lounging on the same couch she ate cookies on last night. Knowing that she wasn't going out anytime soon, she took off her boots and placed them beside the couch. With her bare feet, she could feel the crumbs she brushed from her blanket and onto the floor. Not wanting to procrastinate any further, she got up, first putting her boots in the foyer, before disappearing for a second through the door that led to the basement. She reappeared, carrying a Dyson vacuum cleaner. "Don't mind me, I'm just going to clean up the crumbs around the couches. If you want, you can go and see what measurement you need for your motorcycle hanger. I'll just be in here."<br><br>With a day off, there wasn't anything better to do than clean up the house or lounge about inside it. She wanted to be at the ShareHouse in order to catch the other person that did not specific when she was coming in to move. Plugging the cord into the socket, and activating the vacuum, Chelsea proceeded in cleaning up her cookie mess off the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 20:28:10</strong>
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				<strong>Kathleen Anzaker</strong> going outside<br><br>Kathleen sighed and nodded, "It was my fathers idea, he wanted me to have a better career than cars but I love cars and motorcycles". Looking at her eat cookies made Kat giggle a bit, her diet was strong and she could not afford to eat any cookies. Standing up she nodded as she grabbed her phone and made a call, "Hey bro, bring the mats I am going to start in about half hour ok will wait for ya". She looked back at her and walked back deciding to help until the mats get there, "the materials are on the way, it will be here in half hour so I guess I can help you until then". As the other girl vacumed the couch Kat removed as much as she could from them. <br><br>After about twenty minutes she heard a car honk and she nodded, "I will be out if you need me". She hummed going outside and meeting with a guy in a truck filled with wood materials. Getting into her parking she emptied the truck and it drove away. Taking a deep breath she started working in something that she knew would take quite awhile for her to finish.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 00:58:41</strong>
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				<strong>Megan Shaw - Hating old landlord while trying to find the ShareHouse, early morning... </strong><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl12/23594_518913718716_312500339_961132.jpg)</div>Megan didn't get people.<br><br>Perhaps her anger was misdirected, but it was really annoying having to move out of her last house because of renovations. Sure, the tub's caulking was really messed up and sure, there was water damage that needed to be attended to, but her education is far more important than all that! Argh! <br><br>While driving across the city to what she hoped would be a nice, welcoming new home, Megan had to convince herself that this could actually be a blessing in disguise. She saw an ad for this house way back on a bulletin board on campus when she first started. Whoever wrote it up seemed nice and cute enough while straight to business - as much as a first impression that someone could get from a sheet of paper with rip off phone numbers on it. The few pictures of the place were very clean and modern. The only thing that made her last place a little more appealing was the proximity to the campus, which was now negligible with her brand spanking new car. New to her, anyway.<br><br>As if on cue, the stereo system cut out, leaving Megan to clearly hear her thoughts in the new found silence of her car. The young adult cursed, smashing her palm into the steering wheel and consequently letting out a blast from her horn. Well, it was more like a panicked squeal from a farm animal than a horn. Today was looking like a bad day.<br><br>The rest of the car ride was uneventful. Megan tried to only think of this new house as any other subject would drive her mad. Eventually, the young girl pulled up to a yellow house. It looked just like she thought it would, minus the girl in the parking lot crafting up something or another. Parking on the road, Megan rolled down her passenger side window and yelled out <br><br>"HEY! Is this the ShareHouse? I'm looking for... uh..." Megan looked down at the name she had scribbled onto a page ripped out of one of her class binders. "Chelsea...?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 01:06:10</strong>
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				<strong>Kathleen Anzaker</strong>- Noticing the latest arrival<br><br>She noticed a vehicle park near the entrance and a girl yelling out from there. Kat taking a deep breath cleaned her hands and walked there looking at the woman, "Yes this is the house, she is inside and can help you get settled. I am one of the new tenants myself, my name is Kathleen but everybody calls me Kat". She giggled and nodded as she knocked on the door looking inside Chel, the new girl is here" she yelled and nodded at the woman before going back to work where she was. (damn writers block)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 03:09:44</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - cleaning the ShareHouse living room and welcoming Megan Shaw...</em><br><hr>Chelsea took about thirty minutes to clean the whole living room floor. When she began vacuuming, she found nearby the cookie crumbs from last night, more crumbs, swept under the chairs and couches and even the coffee table. What would have been a five minute job, became almost a forty minute job. After she was done, Chelsea carried the vacuum back downstairs in the basement, where she kept it. When she came back up to the first floor, the door in the foyer opened. Kathleen had came back inside, with evidence of her work on her clothes and some on her arms. <em>"Chels, the new girl is here,"</em> Kathleen called out.<br><br>"Okay," Chelsea responded and immediately went straight for the foyer. She put on her knee-high boots before exiting out the front door. She saw Kathleen going back to work, in an empty parking spot no less, on whatever she was making. Behind the stacks of wood, a Toyota Corolla was parked, the passenger side window rolled down. Chelsea walked off the patio and towards the parked car. "Hello, are you the new tenant?" Chelsea asked, bending down to look into the car. A pretty girl with brown hair sat in the driver seat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 03:23:09</strong>
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				<strong>Megan Shaw - Good Morning, Chelsea and Kathleen! </strong><hr><em>That's a familiar voice... Must be Chelsea.</em> Megan was a very acute observer.<br><br>"Yeah, I called earlier in the week whining about how much if a dickweed my landlord was. I'm so happy you still have space in here!" The young woman smiled warmly at Chelsea after she spoke. Feeling comfortable now that there were two people here that she didn't cause her to immediately feel like ripping off heads, she turned off the car, unbuckled her seat belt, and got out of it. She'd figure out which spot was hers, later, lest she somehow ruin the other girl's funk and cause a beam of wood to slide onto someone's foot.<br><br>Rounding the car, Megan got a good glimpse of Chelsea head-to-toe. Cute enough girl - definitely a match to the voice that she confirmed her place in the ShareHouse with over the phone. Kathleen seemed to be a much more hardened personality, if only for her dress and her choice of hobby. Extending her hand to Chelsea, the girl again smiled before speaking. <br><br>"I'm Megan Shaw, as you probably guessed..." The brunette's smile turned a little crooked, her free hand moving to rub the back of her neck nervously. "So, uh... how does this work? Is it cool to move in today?" <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 03:55:00</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - introducing Megan to the ShareHouse...</em><br><hr>Chelsea remembered Megan's call earlier in the week and how she loathed her landlord. What reason would Megan have to be mad at her landlord, Chelsea asked herself. The brunette turned off her car and exited the vehicle, meeting Chelsea on the sidewalk. As she rounded the car, Chelsea also got a look at her new tenant ... completely different compared to Kathleen in the matters of wardrobe and swagger. "Absolutely!" Chelsea said, answering Megan's question. "I'll get some of the tenants to bring your stuff inside. Come with me, I'll take you on a tour of the ShareHouse."<br><br>Pulling out her phone from her pocket, she dialed a number and placed the phone to her ear. She spoke, signaling to Megan that the person on the other line picked up. "Hello ... Raul? Can you help our new tenant Megan Shaw bring her stuff to her room. Her room is #201. Thanks." Ending the call, Chelsea put the phone back into her pocket. Now, gesturing her hand towards the front door of the ShareHouse, Chelsea began to lead Megan towards the yellow house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 04:08:05</strong>
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				<strong>Megan Shaw - The ShareHouse is really nice... </strong><hr><br>Megan couldn't help but smile and feel completely at ease with Chelsea and her apparent enthusiasm for this place. It seemed to be just as bright and colourful as she. It even had its own butler by the sounds of things! The young woman was expecting Raul to be dressed up in a black and white ensemble as he headed for the car, but he was a simple enough dude in simple enough clothing. He must really enjoy Chelsea's company if he comes to her aid so quickly. She wondered if she got the same perk.<br><br>Just before following Chelsea into the house, Megan turned on her heel to give a wave to Kathleen. She wasn't sure if the girl would look up and return the favour and with the 'hostess' quickly making her way through the building, the new arrival wasn't going to stand around and wait. <br><br>"This place is really swank, Chelsea," Megan started, only just stepping into the ShareHouse. Everything was so crisp and clean, natural light never failing to hit every corner. "I am SO glad that you had space and I just got here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 08:45:11</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - showing Megan the ShareHouse and her room...</em><br><hr>Walking into the foyer, Chelsea modestly replied, "Oh, it's just a regular house, it's not that elegant. The ShareHouse always has space. You called me because you got my number from the flyers I put up. I put up flyers whenever there isn't a bed being occupied. Some of tenants moved out weeks ago, and it is my job to find new people to take their place." Before moving into the living room, Chelsea took off her boots, as did everyone in the house. It was a rule that was brought down from many generation in Chelsea's family.<br><br>They entered just as Raul, dressed in his usual attire of basketball shorts and a tank top, showing his toned arms, came back into the house with Megan's luggage. He did not show any weariness in his face as he took all the luggage through the living room and up the stairs. Turning on her heel, Chelsea faced Megan, and gestured with her hands towards the various rooms. "This is living room and this is the kitchen," she said, respectively pointing at the rooms she mentioned. "This door to the right of the foyer is the downstairs bathroom and next to that leads into the office, where I keep the records of all the tenants as well as collect their rent." Chelsea turned again and saw the expression on Megan's face. "Now I'll show you your room. Right this way."<br><br>Chelsea led Megan up the staircase. On the wall next to the steps were hanging frames of photos that Chelsea took of the ShareHouse tenants, a couple of them candid pictures. At the top of the stairs, the door to #201 sat a couple feet from the top step, Raul opening the door from inside the room. He looked at the two girls coming up the steps and nodded at them, then continued to walk up to the third floor. "Why don't you go ahead and make yourself at home? I'll be downstairs. Would you like some coffee?" Chelsea asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 02:17:43</strong>
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				Kathleen Anzaker- Bursting through the door.<br><br>All of the sudden Kat burst through the door with her phone on her hand, "Ok, what hospital is she in, ok let me pack and I will go there right away". She sighed looking at Chelsea, "i am already finished with my work, however i need to go my mother was just admitted to the hospital and I need to go back to Puerto Rico. i am sorry but i need to leave the house, let another person that has a bike park it in my spot, its some sort of protection from the rain for bikes. She ran to her bedroom and a couple of minutes later she was back down with her suitcases, "keep the money, but I need to go hun, sorry". Her friends car arrived wich she threw the suitcases in and left with her bike behind the car.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 02:39:46</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - hearing some troubling news in the ShareHouse living room...<br></em><hr>Chelsea had just finished asking her "coffee question" to Megan when she heard a loud bang downstairs. Knowing it wasn't Raul, for he had walked upstairs instead of down, Chelsea ran down the stairs. At the foot of the steps, Kathleen stood in the doorway, the front door wide open, talking loudly into a cell phone. A troubled expression was shown on her face. Chelsea could only make out "hospital" from Kathleen words. She could only stare with a mix of confusion and sympathy on her face. Her eyes met Kathleen's and the troubled girl hung up the phone, and told her the news. It was sudden and unexpected. She had just arrived early in the morning and in the same day, she was leaving.<br><br>Chelsea could only stand in place a foot from the last step as she watched Kathleen run up the stairs to her room. She was speechless until the girl came down with her suitcases in her hands, looking like she was fine carrying the lot of them. Kathleen stopped once in the foyer and Chelsea walked over to the Kathleen. From a bag, the girl handed Chelsea an envelope, surprised to know that it was the rent money, payable to next month. Chelsea wanted to ask if she was going to be okay, but Kathleen left as a car arrived, parking behind Megan's Corolla. Chelsea walked onto the patio, watching the girl leave. Raul had just arrived downstairs, wanting to know what the commotion was about. He stopped behind Chelsea, he too watching from the patio as the girl hopped on her bike and followed the car, and away from the ShareHouse.<br><br>"What's going on, mami?" Raul asked in his accent.<br><br>"Kat is leaving. She has to go back to Puerto Rico," Chelsea tried to find the words to say while fighting the urge to cry. She could feel Kathleen's pain when she saw her face and her heart raced as much as hers. "I hope she'll be okay," she mentioned, and Raul placed a comforting hand upon Chelsea's shoulder. She looked over at the motorcycle hanger, which now sat on a patch of gravel next to the small patch of grass next to the sidewalk. She could not help but smile at Kathleen's work. Chelsea looked at the envelope in her hand and turned on her heel, walking back into the ShareHouse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 15:40:29</strong>
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				<strong>Megan Shaw</strong> - Blank faced. <hr><br>Megan followed Chelsea around the house as she took her through the paces of the ShareHouse. The only thing that she even remembered to make note of was to make sure you took off your footwear before coming into the house. Simple enough. In terms of the rooms and such, she'd really figure out what was what and where when it came time to actually using it all!<br><br>Stopping in front of what was apparently her room, the young girl could only watch as Raul emerged from it. He was quite the... fit specimen. She couldn't decide whether he was someone that she found truly attractive, but if she was thinking about it, there must be some level of truth in there. Snapping back to reality following Chelsea's question, Megan didn't even have time to blurt out a 'yes' as Kathleen had crashed onto the scene in a flustered mess. As concerned as she was, there really wasn't any room for a newcomer to come down and act all concerned - Chelsea did a well enough job of that. It was only in semi-hushed voices that it was clear that Kathleen wasn't going to be staying here anymore.<br><br>Not knowing what else to do with herself, Megan hid away in her room. The young woman tossed her luggage onto the bed in an effort to start unpacking and organizing. The room was as bright as the rest of the house, making the college student smile, feeling completely at ease. Just as she started to pull her clothes out of her suitcase, the sounds of more being lugged downstairs quickly filled the ShareHouse. If no one was sure about Kathleen's departure, it was certainly evident now. <br><br>Trying not to think about the possible circumstances for such a rushed getaway, Megan quickly and quietly went about arrange her half of the room. Thinking about it that way, the young woman was now more excited to see who was going to be her roomie! It wouldn't help anyone to dwell on 'drama' the first day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 16:45:25</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>... from its peak, the sun now falls ...</em></strong><br><hr><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, March 4, 2011<br><br><strong>Current Time:</strong> 1:00pm / 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 (In The City Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100157.0))<br><br><strong>Special Events:</strong><br>Austin Brooks and Shayla Murrow moves into the ShareHouse<br><br><strong>Posting Allowed for:</strong> <br>Chelsea Damariz (Eliza)<br>Megan Shaw (Rachubka)<br>Austin Brooks (Wykyd)<br>Shayla Murrow (Wykyd)</div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 02:45:00</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - finishing lunch with Raul in the ShareHouse kitchen...</em><br><hr>Chelsea and Raul sat quietly eating pastrami sandwiches in the ShareHouse kitchen. The two shared the luxury of having mediocre ingredients in the refrigerator to make regular sandwiches. Usually, more high-quality ingredients were bought to make dishes for special events held at the ShareHouse. It didn't mean Chelsea couldn't cook, it just meant that her cooking materials were limited. Fortunately, most of the old tenants ate out instead of cooking in the ShareHouse. The two didn't talk to each other, instead chose to stay silent and think about Kathleen's sudden departure. A third sandwich sat on the plate in between Chelsea and Raul, made for Megan. Chelsea thought she might be hungry after being in her room for all this time.<br><br>Chelsea looked over her shoulder, and over at the clock hanging on the wall. The hour hand pointed to the <strong>1</strong> and the minute hand pointing straight up at the <strong>12</strong>, showing the two in the kitchen that it was 1 o'clock. Usually, Raul left for his work as a trainer at a gym across the Janus Canal, usually taking the bus to work. At times, Chelsea would tag along and stop at the Post Office in the Downtown District, where she would pick up the tenants' mail. She arranged for a designated mailbox for the ShareHouse, which held enough mail for 16 tenants. Chelsea thought, that with the new tenant having a car that could hold passengers, she might just get a ride from Megan. She wondered if it would be okay. As Raul left the ShareHouse for work, Chelsea waited for Megan to come down from her room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 09:45:25</strong>
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				<em>SHAYLA MURROW - [about 1:15 in the after noon - Driving to the ShareHouse In her car pulling up the street]</em><br><br>_______________________________________________________________________________________________________<br>(http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z47/Wykyd_Jade_2/SuperStock_1566-253562.jpg)<br><br>Shayla had been running around all morning getting this and that done just so she wouldn't be late moving into their new place. Her excitement translated into being farther ahead of schedule than she had anticipated. She really hoped her new landlord didn't mind her springing themselves on her like this. Shayla had promised her they wouldn't be there until after Austin was off work at 4, but he'd managed to make the ultimate sacrifice and skip out on his final hour of labs to meet her at the new place. It hadn't been an easy task, but he'd grudgingly agreed since his latest experiment needed time to "ferment". Shayla had shuddered at the thought. She turned the corner and started searching house numbers. <br><br>She'd been thrilled when she'd found the notice for the SharHouse on the bulleting board at the university where she was teaching a class in sculpture. They would finally be moving out of Austin's sisters place. Shayla was so sick of the dirty looks and sly inuendo's Austin's sister was so good at directing at her like tiny arrows. It had taken them far longer than the 6 month's Austin had promised her. They had been there almost a year. The stress had begun to wear terribly on their relationship. His sister was always putting nasty little thoughts in Austin's ear about Shayla's models. He was becoming increasingly jealous. It wasn't pretty. Shayla hoped that ShareHouse would be the answer to getting their relationship back on track. At least if they were on more stable footing, then maybe Austin would stop pestering her about getting married. Shay was so tired of that argument. No matter how many times they hashed it out, Austin simply wouldn't accept that she absolutely was not ready to get married yet. Her career had only just started to take off. She smiled proudly as her hands gripped the steering wheel of her brand new car - a gift to herself after selling her last photograph to a major magazine publication. It had paid a tidy sum, which had convinced Austin that the timing was right for this move. <br><br>Finally spotting the house, Shay pulled her little black convertible up along the curb. No sign of Austin. She glanced up the street, but didn't see the tell-tale red streak that was his bike. She pulled out her phone and dashed off a quick text, "How long?"<br><br>It seemed like an eternity before his reply came back "5". <em>Ugh!</em> She thought. <em>He always does this!</em> Austin was never on time for anything these days. <em>Oh well.</em> She shrugged and climbed out of her car. Her copper curls shone in the bright midday sun; a pair of dark Dolce sunglasses protected her green eyes from the glare. It had been a blessing when the sun had finally decided to break through and afforded her a great backdrop for her shoot. She'd dressed for comfort this morning knowing they would be moving, opting for blue jeans, a chocolate brown peasant blouse and flat heeled brown leather boots. Shayla turned and looked at the house. It was nice, very modern looking. She liked it. It had a good vibe. Shay reached back and plucked her camera off the seat, she wanted to commemorate this moment. She decided to take the opportunity Austin's tardiness offered to get off a couple shots of their new home. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 10:30:17</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - hearing car sounds coming from outside the ShareHouse...</em><br><hr>Every minute, Chelsea looked at the clock, the quiet living room, the pastrami sandwich ... all in that same order for fifteen minutes. She was a very patient person in the presence of chaos, but in the presence of silence ... not so much. After Raul left around 1pm, Chelsea started to get bored with no one to humor her or simply talk to. What the heck is Megan doing? she asked herself, getting up from her seat and looking at the staircase, hoping to find a glimpse of Megan coming down from the second level. It was then that she heard the distinct sounds of a car driving and parking, and it sounded like it was very close. Curious, Chelsea walked into the foyer and looked through the blinds. Outside, parked on the curb, was a shiny black convertible, a great comparison to Megan's Corolla parked nearby. Standing next to the car was a woman, dressed in a cocoa brown blouse, holding a camera (not like Chelsea's digital camera) in her hands, taking pictures of the house. Chelsea curiosity spiked, and deciding not to let boredom kill her, she put on her boots and opened the front door. She exited the house, closing the door behind her, and walked to where the woman was standing.<br><br>She walked in the view of the camera and when the woman put the camera down, Chelsea smiled and greeted the woman. Her appearance was striking, more than the sleek exterior of the car behind her. "Hello there. Are you here to take pictures of the ShareHouse?" she asked. "I don't believe I've called for a photographer recently."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 10:33:51</strong>
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				<em>[AUSTIN BROOKS] - [Driving toward SharHouse on his bike pulling up the street behind Shayla]</em><br><br>_________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>(http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z47/Wykyd_Jade_2/gallery_enlarged-will-chalker-male-model-photos-10192009-11_thumb.jpg)<br><br>Austin's leather clad frame hunched over the sleek red machine as he dashed in and out of the heavy downtown traffic, not caring whether the cops spotted him or not. Pop would take care of it. He was anxious to meet Shay at their new place. She had been so excited when she'd gotten home last week after having spoken to the landlord. Austin had been resistent at first, not wanting to leave his sister in a lurch. Shay had been furious and began a long tirade listing all the slights Lisa had thrown her direction since they'd moved in. She was right. Once he'd thought it over, and remembered the crap Lisa had been feeding him, it was really a no brainer. Austin relented without much of a fight. They'd done enough of that of late. <br><br>Austin had been furious when he'd come home early one afternoon and discovered Shay in the garden photographing some muscle bound meat head who happened to be stark naked. It had been the beginning of a very rough patch in their already rocky relationship. He hated that she insisted on using nude models - though he had to admit, he wasn't as disturbed by her nude female models - and it had led to many screaming matches over the last few month's. Not that he didn't trust Shay, but between his sisters shenanigans and the nude men parading around his house...well, let's just say it wasn't his proudest moment. <br><br>He'd wanted to start fresh with Shay for a while now. The decision had been made quickly. He smiled remembering how Shayla had savored the moment they'd informed his sister that they were moving out at the end of the following week. Lisa had been furious. She ranted and raved and screamed about how ungrateful they were and how it was all Shay's fault and she was tearing their family apart. Austin finally had to put his foot down and tell her to watch her mouth. She was so shocked that she didn't speak to the for the rest of the week. <br><br>That week had flown by. Now, here he was ducking out of Lab early and changing shifts just so he could meet her at this new place. He shook his head in frustration at his own sentimentality. Sometimes it felt like he couldn't deny her anything. So why was it that she was so resistent to the idea of marriage? His pulse quickened in agitation as he recalled the many disagreements they'd had about the subject over the last several weeks. He wanted so desperately to marry Shayla. He just couldn't understand why she didn't want to marry him. Oh, she'd given him a list of reasons...none of them really valid...but she clung to them like life preservers. He didn't know why, but it didn't matter, if they couldn't get things back on track in this new place...well...<br><br>Austin sped up, anger seething under his skin - refusing to acknowledge the possibilities - and slipped through an intersection as the light turned red. Hornes blared angrily as he cut in front of another car and smoothly turned the corner. Just as he rounded the corner he spotted her car up at the next intersection. She was impossible not to spot being the rare redhead in a black convertible. He waited for his light to turn green as he watched her turn the corner.<br><br>As he approached the next light he felt the familiar buzz of his cell phone against the tight muscles of his chest beneath his t-shirt. He stopped behind a car at the next light, feet planted firmly on the ground. He pulled his phone from the inside pocket of his black biker's jacket. It was Shay. "How long?" God! she was so impatient! An amused chuckle rumbled in his chest. He quickly texted back "5".&nbsp; He knew it would frustrate the hell out of her to think he was going to be late. Sometimes he just couldn't help but prick that fiery temper of hers. He loved the way her green eyes danced and sparkled when she was truly on fire...in more ways than one. In truth he was not more than 2 minutes behind her. The light turned green and he waited just long enough for the car in front of him to move before he hunched back over his bike and slipped quickly around the slower vehicle and rounded the corner. He wasn't surprised to find her taking pictures as he pulled his bike up behind her car. Austin took off his helmet, climbed off his motorcycle, removed his jacket and walked up behind her Just as a woman approached from out of the house. Austin laughed at the woman's surprise at Shay's actions. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 10:53:49</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - meeting the couple outside of the ShareHouse...</em><br><hr>Chelsea just finished greeting the redheaded woman when a guy in a leather jacket riding an unusual red contraption with two wheels. It looked like a motorcycle, but the shape and design told her otherwise. Dismounting his vehicle and walking over, the man laughed as he approached. Chelsea could not help but tilt her head sideways to look at the approaching man and ask, "What's so funny?" She was puzzled at the two individuals and felt like they knew each other. Were they the new tenants that were coming today?
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 22:59:27</strong>
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				<em>SHAYLA MURROW - [Standing outside the sharehouse]</em><br>_________________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>Shayla started slightly as she noticed the woman standing in front of her looking puzzled. Shay had been so lost in her artists eye that she hadn't noticed the attractive, dark haired woman exit the house. Noticing that the woman wasn't actually looking at her, but past her shoulder, Shay turned to find Austin standing behind her. A lopsided grin on his full lips told Shayla that she'd obviously missed something, though what it was she wasn't sure. <br><br>"I'm sorry," Shay appologized brightly, choosing to ignore whatever it was that had passed without her notice "I'm Shayla Murrow" she informed the young woman, holding out her hand. "And this big galluff behind me is Austin Baker, my boyfriend" she elbowed Austin in the ribs goodnaturedly with her other arm, silently making her point that she wasn't happy with being laughed at. "We're here to meet...ummm...oh, what was her name." Shayla caught one side of her lower lip between her perfect white teeth, worrying the flesh as she searched her memory for the gal's name they were meeting with. "Oh...Chelsea! Yeah, we are looking for Chelsea Demariz." Shayla smiled charmingly at the young woman as she announced "We're a little early, but we're the new tenants."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 23:10:51</strong>
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				<em>AUSTIN BROOKS - [Standing behind Shayla outside the ShareHouse]</em><br>________________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>A low chuckle rumbled in Austin's chest as he saw Shayla startle slightly at the young woman's presence. He knew she'd been lost in her camera when she hadn't noticed his arrival. She was like that sometimes, completely single minded when it came to her art. Maybe that's what made her so good at it. Austin shook his head as the slender, asian woman asked what was so funny. It really wasn't something he thought she would understand...not yet anyway. He stepped up behind Shay and laid a large, warm hand on her shoulder as he heard her responding to the woman...and got an elbow to his ribs for his trouble.<br><br>The assault wasn't anything, he flinched mildly, more out of surprise than anything. His strong mouth split in a devastatingly handsome smile that lit up his angular features. He listened quietly as Shayla handled the business end of things. As she finished, Austin stepped up beside her, his arm across her shoulders. "I hope we aren't throwing a monkey wrench in the works by showing up this soon." Austin explained "But we were a little anxious about getting into the new place." His voice was deep and smooth. He looked up at the house "Nice place." he added absently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 05:48:27</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - meeting Shayla Murrow and Austin Brooks outside the Sharehouse...</em><br><hr>Chelsea could already see the relationship and chemistry between the two individuals before her. When Shayla reached out her hand, Chelsea reached hers out to grasp the hand offered. She didn't have time to introduce herself, for Shayla had used her other arm to strike Austin in the ribs ... a playful reaction. She could only smile at the connection between the two. "No, it's alright. It's my day off today, so I'm free until Monday," Chelsea stated. "I'm Chelsea by the way. Yes, I'm Chelsea Damariz." She could only laugh for a reason she knew too well.<br><br>"Actually, I'm glad I caught you at the right time," she started. "I need to be at the Post Office in the Downtown District right now to pick up the ShareHouse mail, but I don't have a car. You know what, why don't you," Chelsea directly passed Shayla and pointed at Austin rather casually and told him, "put Shayla's luggage and your luggage in Room #204 while Shayla takes me to the Post Office downtown? When we get back, I'll introduce you both to the ShareHouse and get the paperwork signed and prepared. How's that sound?" Chelsea walked back to her position in front of Shayla, smiling. It was a weird, herself ordering these two as if she knew them all along.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 21:50:53</strong>
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				<strong>Austin Brooks - Meeting Chelsea outside the ShareHouse</strong><br>________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>Austin watched in silent amusement as the young woman began to speak, not so much in a rush, but certainly all at once. He was momentarily taken off guard at the attractive young woman's off the cuff order. It was clear that Chelsea was used to giving orders. He was impressed by her friendly nature and warm attitude. He liked her immediately. He could see by the amused smirk on Shayla's face that she liked Chelsea as well...it was a welcome relief from their previous arrangement. Maybe now they could get back to liking each other again. <br><br>Austin shrugged his shoulders easily and turned to get the two suitcases from the back seat of Shay's Opel GT. "Not a problem here. Most of our stuff won't be here until tomorrow." he explained as he set the bags on the sidewalk "My brother is bringing a couple of boxes over for us in his truck." Austin hadn't mentioned to Shay how excited Mack had been to help, thankful the couple was finally getting away from his and Austin's overbearing older sister. He smiled at Shay and winked "You girls have a great time." He grabbed the luggage, brushed a kiss across Shay's lips and started up the sidewalk, disappearing inside the house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 22:01:44</strong>
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				<strong>Shayla Murrow - Meeting Chelsea Damariz outside sharehouse</strong>__________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>Shay immediately liked the warm friendly young woman who introduced herself as Chelsea. She liked her even more when the young woman didn't hesitate to give Austin an order, friendly as it was. What was surprising was Austin's willingness to follow that order. Austin wasn't exactly the warm friendly type most of the time. Maybe this was evidence that he was willing to try things her way. Shay watched in amusement as Austin grabbed the bags, explained about their boxes, and headed inside. <br><br>A disbelieving chuckle rose from her throat as she turned to Chelsea and threw her hands up in acuiessance. "Well, then..." she smiled brightly "Let's get going!" Shay dashed around to the drivers side of the car, opened the door and climbed in. She turned and placed her camera in the open case on the back floor and turned the key as Chelsea took a seat. "This will be fun! You're the first person besides Austin that has ridden in my new baby!" Shay was thrilled to share her excitement with her new acquaintance "I just got it last week and haven't had much time to show her off."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 22:42:18</strong>
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				<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - getting into Shayla Murrow's car...</em><br><hr>Chelsea smiled as Shayla agreed to letting her ride in the car. She climbed into the passenger seat and closed the door. She looked over at the front door, watching Austin disappear into the house, luggage in tow. "Really? That's cool," Chelsea stated, hearing that she was the only person besides Austin to ride in the car. Chelsea could drive and all, but she didn't have the time to tend to a car and use it to drive in the city. She had the Sharehouse and enough responsibilities ... she didn't need a car to drive to add to her already long list of responsibilities. Usually, a tenant or two had a car, and using her position as manager, the ShareHouse tenants usually gave her a ride.<br><br><hr><em>OOC: Chelsea and Shayla moves to the thread: [SH] In The City</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SH] ShareHouse - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 21:16:50</strong>
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				<em>Austin Brooks - Walking into the Sharhouse</em>_____________________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>Austin walked into the spacious, open living room of the house and grudgingly admitted to himself that it was a very nice place. The place seemed to be pretty deserted on the first floor, though he could hear the sounds of people moving around upstairs. He decided he could certainly wait to meet the other tenants...for as long as possible. He headed up the stairs easily finding the room Chelsea had indicated. <br><br>Grabbing both bags in one hand, Austin opened the door and walked in. It was a nice room. Large with an ample amount of natural sunlight. Shayla was going to love that. Austin, however, saw it as a giant potential problem given his girlfriends tendency to use nude male models for her work. Throwing the bags on the queen sized bed, he decided not to worry about that particular problem just yet. <br><br>He spun around giving the room the once over. It was sparsly decorated with a dresser, bed and side table. Shayla was going to be thrilled, a clean pallett for her to start with. He was certain that the first thing she'd do is redecorate and rearrange. Shrugging his shoulders, he flipped open his bag and began to unpack.
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