Suite Affairs [Main Buildings]
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				Title: <strong>Suite Affairs [Main Buildings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diesel Heart</strong> on <strong>08-04-2017, 16:40:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Suite Affairs</strong></span><br><em>Main Buildings Thread</em></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The <em>Triumvirate Suites</em> is three buildings connected by an atrium located in Pacific Heights, San Francisco, California.&nbsp; Each building has its own name based on the historic second triumvirate.&nbsp; The first building, located on the south, is named the Antony.&nbsp; The second building, located on the northeast, is named the Lepidus.&nbsp; The third building, located on the northwest, is named the Octavian.&nbsp; Each building is eleven stories tall with four apartments on each floor starting from the second, totaling 120 apartments in total.&nbsp; Room service is available that offers storage of winter clothes up to six months and complimentary cleaning.<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=5]Insert URL Here[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b]<br>[b]Date:[/b] (Let's start posting on April 1, 2017)<br>[b]Time:[/b]<br>[b]Tagging:[/b]<br>[b]Summary:[/b]<br>[hr]<br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Suite Affairs [Main Buildings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>09-04-2017, 02:37:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://makeupmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/Grand-Budapest_Madame_800x1200.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/b5/d4/44/b5d444c83a42cf0db3d0db2d6db691db.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong><br>&lt; - <strong>Eugenia Jordan</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265658.msg13111122#msg13111122) | <strong>Renee Simone</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265658.msg13111123#msg13111123) - &gt;<br><strong>Date:</strong><br>April 1st, 2017<br><strong>Time:</strong><br>Around noon<br><strong>Where:</strong><br>Atrium, not far from the elevators of the Antony<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br>Open<br><strong>Summary:</strong><br>People Watching<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br>Light, Conversation<br></div><br><hr><br>“Where in the hell are you taking me now?” Spat the older woman as the elevator door opened.&nbsp; Her aged, weary eyes looked about the main lobby of the main building, a feeling of mild mistrust apparent in the way she carried herself with the cane in hand.&nbsp; “What sort of shit show are you dragging me to?”<br><br>The old woman was at it again, in what was so often her usual form.&nbsp; Biting, vicious, and unconcerned for any sort of tactfulness her words.&nbsp; The woman known as Renee rolled her eyes ever so carefully as she stood off to the side and behind the old hag, her arms loose and at the ready to try and save the old woman from falling.<br><br>“Oh-ho, Miss Ehugenia!” She said in an accent that was heavily flavored in a passable French accent.&nbsp; “I thought you might like to watch zee people coming in.”<br><br>The old woman seemed to be content with this, giving a silent, noncommittal jerk of her head.&nbsp; That, after a few weeks of living with the woman, was enough to tell Alice that the thought at least appealed to her just a little bit.<br><br>In truth, all Alice, known as Renee to so many people, wanted was to scout out the neighbors.<br><br>She had led the elderly woman over to one of the plush arm chairs in the lobby, helping to ease the woman down into the seat where she gave an approving sigh.&nbsp; Alice wasn't fooled by the little display of feebleness.&nbsp; Like the cane in Eugenia's hand, Alice knew the woman had a hidden depth to her.<br><br>But Alice, in her time there as the clumsy and well-meaning French nurse named Renee, had picked up enough to know a few things about the old woman.&nbsp; That she got around pretty well for her age when she thought no one was looking.&nbsp; That she detested animals, tattoos, and piercings that were anywhere but the ears.&nbsp; That she enjoyed to people watch, and let her little critiques slip from her lips.<br><br>All useless shit.<br><br>An opportunity like this, however, could not be passed up easily though.&nbsp; She'd bring the old woman down, to go and people watch some of the people moving in, let the old woman have her little bit of fun.&nbsp; The perfect excuse to see just what her new neighbors would be like, if any of them posed a threat, if any of them could get in the way of the little fortune that the old woman undoubtedly had hidden away in her apartment.<br><br>“Heathens.” Eugenia had said, muttering under her breath with a shake of her head as her eyes found the view of a group of twenty-somethings outside the building.&nbsp; “Little brutes and whores.”<br><br>As she had done so often in the presence of the old woman, Alice kept her more truthful thoughts to herself.&nbsp; “That iz not very nice, Miss Ehugenia.”<br><br>Eugenia snorted at the comment from her house keeper (though the girl had the gall to try and explain that she was nothing but a home nurse).&nbsp; “The world is not very nice, dear.” She said in a pompous way.&nbsp; “This used to be a world of gentlemen and ladies, and now it is nothing but brutes and whores.”<br><br>Alice smiled.&nbsp; “I am sure that there are plenty of gentlemen and ladies in zee world.”<br><br>“Perhaps if I was born in some Parisian bordello, I would have that same outlook too, dear.” Eugenia said, shaking her head.&nbsp; “Now, let's see what sort of 'neighbors' I'm going to have to endure for the rest of my long days.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Suite Affairs [Main Buildings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>09-04-2017, 19:50:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5WGMhX4.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Sara McComb &amp; Pepe</strong><br><br><strong>Date:</strong>&nbsp; April 1, 2017<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; late Mmorning / early afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Eugenia, Renee<br><strong>Summary:</strong>&nbsp; Moving Day<br><br><br><hr><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/IgjDnJr.jpg)</div>There were only a few things to be unloaded from Sara's Lexus,&nbsp; namely the things that she had not been willing to live without in the few days it had taken to get things packed.&nbsp; &nbsp;She'd made the arrangements -- it was something she was quite good at, after all -- and had the bills sent to Daddy.&nbsp; It was some small revenge, and one that she hadn't quite gotten tired of, despite the length of time it had been going on.&nbsp; &nbsp;His motto had always been that you get what you paid for,&nbsp; and though it differed from Sara's own -- she generally thought that people sometimes got what they deserved&nbsp; and more's the pity it wasn't more widespread -- she was happy to let him pay for the appearance of successful patriarch so long as it could be achieved with the occasional dinner and photo op.<br><br>The movers had great reviews and ratings, and Sara expected to walk into a well appointed apartment, with little needing to be one other than a few cosmetic adjustments.&nbsp; Pepe barked twice and panted happily as she scooped him up, afghan and all, signaling his agreement.&nbsp; His bed, his toys, his food were all waiting, new or cleaned, on the 10th floor of the Octavian.&nbsp; (Trust Daddy to have bought into the most pretentious and old-world sounding of the buildings).&nbsp; &nbsp; When Pepe was excited, he had an unfortunate tendency to wriggle, but unfortunately his leash seemed to have disappeared somewhere between the morning walk and checking out of the hotel -- perhaps it had gotten between some of her cousin's things and could be retrieved later, but right now it was a giant pain in the ass.<br><br><em>"Remind me to get a spare leash to keep in the car," </em>she told Pepe, who barked agreeably and stretched up to lick in the vicinity of her chin.&nbsp; Sara laughed, and tried to use the afghan as a makeshift harness to keep the little French bulldog from wriggling free, and got her suitcase &amp; laptop case from the trunk before slamming the lid shut with her elbow and transferring her keys to her teeth so she could push the button that activated the locks and alarms.<br><br>Awkwardly, the two of them headed toward the building's main entrance and through the (thankfully) automated doors, her modest work heels clicking on the tile for a few steps before they were muffled by the thick weave of the elegant entrance mat that bore the building's name and logo.&nbsp; &nbsp; The whole thing looked warmer, more alive, than it had on her first visit, when they were showing apartments to interested tenants. <em> "I think we're going to like it here, Pepe," </em>she commented with a smile, looking around and letting the atmosphere soak in while they continued walking.<br><br>Then she caught sight of an elderly woman with grey hair, done up in a style that had been popular perhaps a century or so ago.&nbsp; Aside from the hair, her rather sour expression was the most readily apparent thing about her, and she was looking at Pepe ... whose extended paws were pressed on Sara's shoulder as he tried to pry himself free, his little tail wagging madly through a gap in the afghan ... with an expression that did not signal that she thought the little dog was moderately acceptable, much less adorable.<br><br>After Sara's father, however, few people really intimidated her, and she advanced toward them with a bright smile, as to keep going to the elevators without acknowledging them would be both rude and something of a defeat.<br><br><em>"Hello,"</em> she said brightly.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Are we going to be neighbors?&nbsp; I'm Sara ... Sara McComb, and this is Pepe.&nbsp; It's exciting, isn't it, moving to a new place?"</em><br><br>Neither one of them looked particularly excited, but that was okay.&nbsp; Pepe was excited enough for all three of them, and wriggling madly in whimpering demand to be put down so he could make the acquaintance of his next new love interests.<br><br><em>"He's very friendly,"</em> Sara explained, her eyes wide and her tone determinedly bright.&nbsp; Stating the obvious shouldn't be necessary, but sometimes it was, but somehow, Sara rather thought the little guy was not going to make a conquest here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Suite Affairs [Main Buildings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>10-04-2017, 04:55:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://makeupmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/Grand-Budapest_Madame_800x1200.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/b5/d4/44/b5d444c83a42cf0db3d0db2d6db691db.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong><br>&lt; - <strong>Eugenia Jordan</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265658.msg13111122#msg13111122) | <strong>Renee Simone</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265658.msg13111123#msg13111123) - &gt;<br><strong>Date:</strong><br>April 1st, 2017<br><strong>Time:</strong><br>Around noon<br><strong>Where:</strong><br>Atrium, not far from the elevators of the Antony<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br>Sara McComb and Pepe<br><strong>Summary:</strong><br>People Watching<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br>Light, Conversation<br></div><br><hr><br>The little moment of quiet spying had been going well for the two of them.<br><br>Situated in her comfortable, plush chair, Eugenia had a chance to watch the people moving about the building.&nbsp; Her mistrustful eyes continued to gaze upon everyone who came into her line of sight, spying upon them with a curious interest.&nbsp; She was unused to living in such close proximity to so many people, and the prospect filled her with a sense of anxious disgust.&nbsp; <br><br>She was used to her peaceful seclusion away from the city, away from people, away where she was on her own, free to do as she pleased.&nbsp; If she wanted to throw a little soiree among friends over tea, she was welcome to do so, without having to worry about pesky neighbors trying to peek their way into her private life.&nbsp; Back at her own little home, secluded on private land far from the crowds of the city, she was the Queen of her own little kingdom.&nbsp; But now...<br><br>Her hand tightened upon the handle of the cane, a part of her just looking for a chance to remove the blade from the handle.<br><br>When it came to the woman parading herself around as the clumsy but well meaning French nurse, Alice found a different reason to keep her eyes on the neighbors.<br><br>She had stood against the nearby wall, arms folded across her front with a look of mild interest in her dark eyes.&nbsp; Alice nodded in greeting here and there to a few people who passed by, putting on the warm, charming smile that had hurt her face after a while.&nbsp; Still.&nbsp; It was good to be cheerful, be polite, be open and friendly.&nbsp; It was far easier to get people to open up by being cheerful and friendly.<br><br>All she had to do was to take note of the people who came by, registering the thoughts in her mind.&nbsp; Most of them seemed young, tech geeks and nerds galore.&nbsp; But none were threats.&nbsp; None posed challenges to getting what she had wanted, what she had been hired for.&nbsp; The old woman was partially to thank for that.<br><br>When one woman approached, carrying what appeared a dog wrapped up, excitedly trying to break free, Alice could not help but to feel a sense of pity for the woman who did not know what she was about to walk herself into.<br><br>Eugenia had watched the young woman approached with a weary expression upon her face.&nbsp; Her hand tightened upon the cane, pulling it closer to her as the young girl approached in her cheerful disposition.<br><br>“Good heavens girl, what are you doing with that mongrel?” Eugenia asked, pulling herself away, deeper into the chair as if repulsed by the dog.&nbsp; “Do you <em>know</em> how many diseases those things carry?”<br><br>Alice tried to fight back a grin, pushing herself away from the wall as she approached the well-meaning woman.&nbsp; “Oh, he iz, how you say, very cute.” Alice said with a voice of warm honey.&nbsp; “I am Renee.&nbsp; It iz a pleazure to meet you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Suite Affairs [Main Buildings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diesel Heart</strong> on <strong>10-04-2017, 15:03:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/08/3e/5a/083e5a7be56949cdd44ced4734569dd7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Edward Gerald Hart<br><strong>Date:</strong> April 1, 2017<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; 1200 Hours<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Eugenia Jordan, Renee Simone, Sara McComb w/ Pepe, Seren Hart w/ Diesel<br><strong>Summary:</strong>&nbsp; A father and a daughter arrive at their new home and introduce themselves to those nearby.<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The concept of moving to a new location was nothing new, especially when it came to leaving behind unfortunate circumstances.&nbsp; Gerald lost count of how many times he moved to a different state or city to escape the results of his former career choices.&nbsp; Nonetheless, a very select few held any real significance and this one felt the heaviest.&nbsp; It welcomed an entirely new chapter, heralded by a series of unfortunate events and life-changing results.&nbsp; Still, the prospect of a new home shared with the most important woman in his life was something he looked forward to in order to leave the past where it was.&nbsp; Unfortunately, that was much easier said than done considering the fallout weighed heavily on his traveling companion.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Gerald didn't have any complications navigating the bustling streets of San Francisco in a cream-colored Ford Fusion and was shortly driving toward three identical buildings.&nbsp; Inspecting the area, he grew confident they reached their destination and looked at his right to see a seven-year-old girl watching the city pass by in the window with a wondrous expression.&nbsp; Her bright, curious gaze was floating about at random to watch somebody on the sidewalk or to admire the attractive billboards and buildings full of color and bright lettering.&nbsp; In the girl's lap was an extremely young pit bull sporting a dark-red collar equipped with a hanging tag in the shape of a bone with the word 'Diesel' on it.&nbsp; His face softened into a loving expression, observing the slumbering pup before setting eyes back on the road.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Looks like we're here, sweetheart,"</em> Gerald declared just as he turned the wheel to enter the moderately sized parking lot attached to the three buildings.&nbsp; <em>"And would you look at that p-..."</em><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Daddy, look! They have a pool!"</em> the girl exclaimed, interrupting him but instead of getting offended, he just smiled at her and appreciated the enthusiasm.&nbsp; <em>"Can we go swimming?"</em><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Sure, I don't see why not.&nbsp; Could be a great way to start things off at our new home, huh?"</em><br><em>"Uh huh!"</em><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Alright,"</em> he chuckled, eyes being drawn to the pup stirring from its slumber and opening it's maw widely into a yawn.&nbsp; <em>"But first, we need to get our bags and things to our room.&nbsp; I'm going to need you to handle walking Diesel up."</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Gerald watched the seven-year-old climb out of the car after unfastening her seat belt, hand firmly holding the leash attached to the pup's collar.&nbsp; Following her, he stepped around to the trunk of Fusion and began to extract the small amount of luggage they carried.&nbsp; It was a total of three bags, one of which could roll while the others hung from his shoulders.&nbsp; The last thing he grabbed was a small bundle of clothes that belonged to the girl.&nbsp; With everything in hand, he handed her the rolling bag before walking toward the Antony.&nbsp; As they approached the pool, he could sense the girl's excitement while the pup calmly sniffed around in front of them.<br><br>&nbsp; <em>"So, are you excited about our this place?"</em> he asked, smiling down at the girl who had to forcibly pry eyes off of the pool.<br><em>"Wish Mommy was here,"</em> she replied with noticeable reluctance, the enthusiasm visually draining from her face.<br>&nbsp; <em>"Yeah..but, there's nothing we can do, sweetheart.&nbsp; She made her decisions and we just have to keep her in our prayers,"</em> he replied, mustering the strength to not let her words outwardly affect him.&nbsp; He knew she was suffering from the separation and was at a loss on how to alleviate the sense of abandonment he knew she had.&nbsp; <em>"Soon, you're going to have a whole new batch of friends to play with and when daddy starts working here pretty soon, I'll be able to turn you into that princess you always wanted to be.&nbsp; Yeah?"</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The girl didn't reply with anything but a nod, although she did inch closer to him.&nbsp; Compelled to offer something other than words, he reached out to affectionately run his hand over her head just as the automatic doors slid open and they stepped inside.&nbsp; The lush interior was more fancy than anywhere Gerald lived in the past but he kept surprise to himself.&nbsp; Instead, his hazel eyes floated near the small congregation of women - an elderly woman, two younger women and an overly-excited dog.&nbsp; He gave them all a sincere smile before taking notice that the seven-year-old had already been drug closer to them courtesy of the pup.&nbsp; This prompted him to quickly chase after and gently take the leash out of her hand.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Well,"</em> he chuckled awkwardly at the three women. <em>"Good afternoon, ladies.&nbsp; Sorry about that.&nbsp; She hasn't gotten the uh, idea of holding the pup back just yet."</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Gerald slightly struggled for a moment, having to not only adjust the bags hanging from his shoulders but also rotate the leash around a wrist and keep an attentive gaze on the seven-year-old.&nbsp; Luckily, she was mesmerized by the energetic dog held by the woman with red hair.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"I like your hair!"</em> she suddenly exclaimed before smiling at them all. <em>"I'm Seren and this is daddy."</em><br><em>"Gerald,"</em> he immediately added.&nbsp; <em>"Are all of you living here, too?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Suite Affairs [Main Buildings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>10-04-2017, 20:00:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5WGMhX4.jpg)</div> <div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/IgjDnJr.jpg)</div><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Sara McComb &amp; Pepe</strong><br><br><strong>Date:</strong>&nbsp; April 1, 2017<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; late morning / early afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Eugenia, Renee, Edward, Seren, Open<br><strong>Summary:</strong>&nbsp; Moving Day<br><br><br><hr><hr><br><em>“He’s not a mongrel, Ma’am.&nbsp; He’s a registered French bulldog, and he was at the vet’s last week.&nbsp; I can assure you that he doesn’t have any diseases, other than a compulsive need for affection.” </em>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sara adopted as patient a tone as she could manage, and calling on the experience gained in her job to dampen down any hasty negative thoughts.&nbsp; Moving in was stressful for anyone, and someone as old as the <del>old bat</del> … lady … appeared to be was likely heavily resistant to change.&nbsp; That would be enough to make anyone rather disagreeable.&nbsp; Her reassurance did contain some exaggeration -- Pepe's vet visit was last month, rather than last week, but but maybe shaving off a few days would make her less worried about catching something, though she was not going to ask just what diseases she feared.<br><br>Sara re-doubled her efforts to make sure Pepe didn’t get free – she didn’t entirely trust anyone who referred to an adorable dog like hers as a ‘mongrel’ not to whack him with the cane.&nbsp; That would not bode well for peaceful neighborly relations.&nbsp; Pepe gave her a hurt look as she crossed an arm over his front and shoulder, but he did subside … a little.<br><br>With some gratitude, Sara turned to the dark haired younger woman, predisposed already to like her just for having to put up with her disagreeable – at least upon first impression – companion.&nbsp; Her smile broadened.&nbsp; <em>“Thank you.&nbsp; It’s a pleasure to meet you, too.&nbsp; And you are?”</em><br><br>She was determinedly oblivious to no names being offered, by choice.&nbsp; Sometimes people just needed a little prompting.<br><br>The arrival of a man and a young girl, and another dog, interrupted further conversation for the moment.&nbsp; Mrs. Old Bat might have been glad of it, except that the leashed dog seemed as happy to meet new people and other dogs as Pepe was.&nbsp; She did her best to maneuver a bit so that she could intercept the dog if he tried to get too close to the cane, but luckily, the man got there first and took things in hand.<br><br>The little girl was mostly looking at Pepe, and Sara would have loved to let the dog down so they could make each other’s acquaintance … and Pepe’s moment of calm was left behind as well … but that was a recipe for disaster at the moment.&nbsp; They’d have to meet more thoroughly later, if Sara managed to keep Pepe contained long enough to get to their apartment.&nbsp; This really hadn’t been a good day to lose his leash.<br><br>It was, however, easy to smile at the pretty little girl, who promptly volunteered her name.<br><br><em>“Hello.&nbsp; How nice to see another dog lover.&nbsp; I’m Sara … and I like your hair, too.&nbsp; It’s beautifully long, and I’ll bet you can do all sorts of things with it … braids, pig tails, pony tails …”</em><br><br>Only then did she turn her attention to the father.&nbsp; <em>“I am – in the Octavian, 9th floor.&nbsp; With my cousin, Victoria, and, of course, Pepe.&nbsp; &nbsp;Forgive me for not offering my hand, but if I do, Pepe’s probably going to get away.&nbsp; Somehow, with the move, his leash got lost.&nbsp; &nbsp;But you look like you've got your hands full anyway.”</em><br><br>She smiled at everyone again, a shade more warmly at Seren and Daddy, but she was determined not to lose her smile with the older woman.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Suite Affairs [Main Buildings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>11-04-2017, 03:47:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://makeupmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/Grand-Budapest_Madame_800x1200.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/b5/d4/44/b5d444c83a42cf0db3d0db2d6db691db.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong><br>&lt; - <strong>Eugenia Jordan</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265658.msg13111122#msg13111122) | <strong>Renee Simone</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265658.msg13111123#msg13111123) - &gt;<br><strong>Date:</strong><br>April 1st, 2017<br><strong>Time:</strong><br>Around noon<br><strong>Where:</strong><br>Atrium, not far from the elevators of the Antony<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br>Sara McComb and Pepe<br><strong>Summary:</strong><br>People Watching<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br>Light, Conversation<br></div><br><hr><br>Sara's words might have been reassuring to a great many who held anything remotely close to dislike for animals, but not Eugenia.&nbsp; The words that came from the young woman's mouth fell upon deaf ears when it came to the older woman, who only looked a little more mistrustful of the girl and the pup.&nbsp; As she looked on, with an appearance of absolute disdain and displeasure, Alice was the complete opposite by design.<br><br>“It iz a pleazure to meet you!” She said with the patented charming smile.&nbsp; “I am Renee, and this iz Eugenia.”<br><br>A hard, swift little swing of the cane came, colliding sharply with Alice's shin.&nbsp; She jumped, hiding the discomfort as she had so often while clenching her fists.&nbsp; “Forgive me...&nbsp; This iz Mrs. Eugenia Jordan.” She said, looking slightly embarrassed.<br><br><em>Hit me with that motherfucking cane one more time, you old hag...&nbsp; One more motherfucking time...</em><br><br>Then came the arrival of others, and Alice could not help but to take a sort of sadistic pleasure in seeing that the new arrival was accompanied by not one, but two of Eugenia's dislikes.<br><br>She looked horrified in her seat, a look of mild disgust that was undeniable.&nbsp; Further into her chair she retreated, holding the cane closer to her person as a shield and weapon.&nbsp; “Nasty little things...” She murmured in a tone that was soft, but loud enough under her breath to carry.&nbsp; “What the hell sort of dog pound and orphanage did they dump me into?&nbsp; It'll be a miracle if I live to the end of the week with all these... things...”<br><br>Alice gave an embarrassed look as she extended her hand, seemingly trying to clear up the damage.&nbsp; “Forgive her.” She said in the french accent.&nbsp; “She iz a bit... how you say... grumpy.&nbsp; Her nap did not go too well.”<br><br>Another vicious little swing came to Alice's legs, clearly struggling to keep a look that was charming, polite, when she only wanted to choke the old woman.&nbsp; “I am Renee, and this iz Mrs, Eugenia Jordan.” She said.&nbsp; “We are in ze Antony.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Suite Affairs [Main Buildings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>11-04-2017, 13:41:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/13780578/740full-line-brems.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victoria Rivers<br><strong>Date:</strong> April 1, 2017<br><strong>Time:</strong> Midday<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eugenia, Renee, Sara, Seren, Edward<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Moving and getting acquainted<br><hr><br>She was late and she knew it. Not wanting to get in her cousin Sara's way, she stayed with friends for the last few days with all her belongings. Victoria was never the neatest person and living out of a bag and the trunk of a car was one thing, having the dirty clothes mixed with the clean ones was Vicky's way of living but it was chaos. Today she'd move back to Sara in their new place. Sara had told her that she could decide how she'd decorate her room but not knowing a thing about houses and styling them, she just went with the general theme of the apartment, liking it enough to stay there. <br><br>Now she rushed her Hyundai Veloster through the city, desperately following the orders on the navigation. Eventually she arrived in the posh neighbourhood and when the computer told her she had reached her destination she turned into the parking lot. She noticed Sara's Lexus and parked next to it. The AC/DC song she had on high volume wasn't over yet and she waited in the car, screaming along with Thunderstruck and the windows open. With the song finished she turned off the engine, closed the windows and dragged her worn out and patched dufflebag out of the car. <br><br>Not bothering to lift it, she dragged it over the floor towards Sara who was talking to people. Immediately she realised that this was an upscale area and building and that she would have to adapt a little bit. Her worn white jeans had holes in the knees and her white converse all stars had seen a few summers already. The grey hooded vest she was wearing looked alright but in combination with the black tank top that showed her stomach, it might not be to most of these people's liking. <br><br>"Morning! I'm Vicky... I live with her."<br><br>She pointed towards Sara and then focussed her attention to Pepe. It had taken her a little while to get used to the dog. Vicky liked animals, dogs in particular but French Bulldogs were not high on her favourite breeds list. They snorted and this particular example was spoiled rotten. Not that that was his fault of course.<br><br>"Hello your Highness. I take it your loyal servant has made all the arrangements to make your journey as comfortable as possible?"<br><br>The dog answered her with a lick on her face and struggled even harder to get free. <br><br>Oblivious to the tensions between the people already present, Vicky continued to make things worse.<br><br>"So this is our merry band of misfits living in this place yeah? It's kinda posh innit?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Suite Affairs [Main Buildings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>11-04-2017, 17:36:45</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5Qw5nUM.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Parsifal Thompkins<br><strong>Date:</strong> April 1, 2017<br><strong>Time:</strong> Midday<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eugenia, Renee, Sara, Seren, Edward, Victoria<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Moving and getting acquainted<br><hr><br>Parsifal climbed out of his Mini, looking around at the buildings that would be his new home. He was excited and nervous, as with any new change in one's life. After a minute of looking around, he turned back to the car. This was going to be the first trip of many - just the computers alone would be three or four trips to get both himself and his friend Sharon up and running. The apartment had already been wired to Parsifal's specifications, so that he'd have no lag for gaming, and Sharon would be able to do her job while at home. Once again, he mentally thanked the developers of this apartment complex for having enough sense to have assigned parking - barring the sudden presence of assholes, he and Sharon would never have to worry about finding a parking spot, something that was a serious problem around town. <br><br>With a grunt, he lifted two identical full tower cases, strapped in easy-carry webbing, up to his shoulders. Kicking the door closed, he started moving toward the center courtyard. He wasn't entirely sure which building was which, but he knew his apartment was Antony 702.<br><br>Entering the courtyard, he saw more people than he expected, several of which had leashed dogs. He was surprised that the apartment complex <em>allowed</em> dogs, as pets were often barred in apartments, and the ones that did allow them usually limited it to cats and maybe <em>very small</em> dogs... <em>Well</em>, he supposed, <em>those <span class="bbc_u">are</span> small dogs, but I'm not sure that one's going to stay small</em>. <br><br>After a brief hesitation, he moved toward the chatting pack of dog-lovers, readying himself for conversation - not one of his favorite pastimes. "Uh, hi," he said. "I'm new here, and I'm not sure which building is mine. I'm in Antony 702..." <br><br>After a moment, he frowned. "I'm Parsifal," he added, as though that were introduction enough. For Parsifal, it often was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Suite Affairs [Main Buildings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlipperySue</strong> on <strong>11-04-2017, 18:22:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/1e/6b/1f/1e6b1f429de618c417d7ed1baabc1296.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Susanthika Perera (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265658.msg13110581#msg13110581)<br><strong>Date:</strong> April 1, 2017<br><strong>Time:</strong> Midday<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All present in the Atrium<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Meeting and greeting<br><hr><br>Sue had finished her swim and was back in her apartment before mid morning, and when she had completed a bit more of her unpacking, she changed and went out to get some groceries and try to track down Mr Jinx, who had not returned to the apartment since he had left in the morning.&nbsp; She knew that he would be exploring his environment, her crazy cat thought he was a tiger and wherever they lived was his private hunting ground.&nbsp; She hoped that he wouldn't get into too much trouble with her new neighbours or their animals, because he was a good cat even when he was on the loose.<br><br>As she walked into the atrium it was clear that many of the residents were gathering, there was an elderly lady and younger woman, a couple of young women one with lovely red hair and the other a blonde, as well as a man in his early thirties and what was clearly his daughter and another guy.&nbsp; There were also two cute dogs, Sue liked dogs, but living alone and with an irregular life it was unfair to have one, much better to have a miniature tiger that was more than happy fending for himself.<br><br>"Hello everyone, I am Professor Susanthika Perera, but please call me Susan or Sue" she said, addressing everyone but directing her attention largely towards the old lady, as older people were to be respected and honoured in her native culture. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Suite Affairs [Main Buildings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diesel Heart</strong> on <strong>11-04-2017, 19:12:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/08/3e/5a/083e5a7be56949cdd44ced4734569dd7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Edward Gerald Hart<br><strong>Date:</strong> April 1, 2017<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; 1200 Hours<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Eugenia Jordan, Renee Simone, Sara McComb, Victoria Rivers, Parsifal Thompkins &amp; Susanthika Perera<br><strong>Summary:</strong>&nbsp; A father and daughter find themselves meeting plenty of neighbors!<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Gerald smiled softly at Seren when her hand rose to stroke through hair upon the redhead's compliment.&nbsp; Though he wouldn't admit it openly, he was the one responsible for the girl's healthy hair.&nbsp; It was one of their more personal secrets, actually, and he took pride in watching his daughter spare him a glance in appreciation.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Thanks.."</em> Seren replied bashfully while taking steps toward her father like he served as a security blanket.&nbsp; <em>"My puppy's Diesel.&nbsp; We got him the other day.&nbsp; Daddy says I'll need to potty train and feed him."</em><br><em>"Lucky for you, we're on the second floor,"</em> Gerald teased, offering the leash back to his daughter with a gentle movement.&nbsp; He felt the leash pull from his hand just as he settled his hazel-eyed gaze on Sara.&nbsp; <em>"The Octavian is one of the other buildings, right?&nbsp; This is the Antony?&nbsp; I didn't look before I came in.."</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Just as he spared a glance for the exit, he caught sight of others approaching the lobby and overheard the elderly ladies venomous mumbling.&nbsp; It prompted him to anchor a sternly disapproving gaze on the woman.&nbsp; It took some effort, but he managed to not speak the thought that crossed his mind and instead focused on the other woman in kind.&nbsp; Despite her best efforts in placation, it only solidified a terrible first impression when this 'Miss Eugenia Jordan' punished the woman for it.&nbsp; It also didn't help that he heard the old hag would share the building.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"It's fine,"</em> he said noncommittally before looking down at Seren who dropped into a kneel to play with the puppy.&nbsp; <em>"Sweetheart, go take him out for a walk.&nbsp; He's been in the car all day and do not get near the parking lot.&nbsp; I'll be keeping an eye on you."</em><br><em>"M'kay.. c'mon, Diesel! Let's go see the pool!"</em> Seren exclaimed before running out of the automatic doors just as others joined them in the lobby.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The first was a young woman who seemed far more lax than the others and quickly confirmed the impression via body language and speech.&nbsp; It revealed that she was Sara's cousin, though.&nbsp; The second was a man carrying computer towers that seemed slightly reluctant to approach and socialize.&nbsp; Gerald wouldn't blame the man, however, especially considering the carry load.&nbsp; In quick realization, he lowered his bags and stepped closer to the nearest wall to lean them up against.&nbsp; When they were situated, he turned and gave them all a small smile.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Name's Gerald, nice to meet you both,"</em> he replied, giving both Victoria and Parsifal an acknowledging glance before settling on the latter first.&nbsp; <em>"I've got the same question, man, but I think so.&nbsp; Don't think the old lady would wander into another building just to lounge around in the lobby and Renee said they were living there.&nbsp; Me, too - with my daughter you just passed."</em>&nbsp; His gaze focused on Victoria next, giving a quick nod and brief pursing of the lips. <em>"Pretty much, yeah.. much fancier than anything I'm used to.&nbsp; Already starting to miss my house, but.."</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Gerald decided to trail off there instead of saying more than he should.&nbsp; Not only was it not worth talking about but he was confident there was a time and place for such things.&nbsp; It didn't help his gaze lowered briefly before rolling toward the door to see Seren getting closer to the pool with Diesel in hand.&nbsp; Seemingly safe, his took in the newest member of the conversation with a respectful nod.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Gerald,"</em> he replied to her greeting, keeping it simple and blunt.&nbsp; <em>"A pleasure to meet you, Professor.&nbsp; Curious what you're a professor of, though, if you don't mind me asking, that is."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Suite Affairs [Main Buildings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlipperySue</strong> on <strong>11-04-2017, 19:36:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/1e/6b/1f/1e6b1f429de618c417d7ed1baabc1296.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Susanthika Perera (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265658.msg13110581#msg13110581)<br><strong>Date:</strong> April 1, 2017<br><strong>Time:</strong> Midday<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All present in the Atrium<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Meeting and greeting<br><hr><br>Sue listened to the young girl explain that her puppy was called Diesel and that he was new and still required 'potty' training, but he was a real cute little fellow.&nbsp; She didn't think that this would go down too well with the elderly lady, who didn't seem too keen on any animal, much less one that wasn't house trained yet.&nbsp; The girl's father suggested that the girl take the puppy for a walk, which seemed like a very sensible idea.<br><br>The man that announced himself as Gerald asked what she was a professor of, and asked if she minded him asking.<br><br>"No Gerald I don't mind you asking, I am professor of meteorology and atmospheric science at University of California at Berkeley." Sue replied before adding a little joke "So, a glorified weather girl if you like".&nbsp; "But it is a pleasure to meet you to Gerald, your charming daughter and her cute puppy, but please call me Sue, professor is just too formal for anything but work".<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Suite Affairs [Main Buildings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>11-04-2017, 20:18:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5WGMhX4.jpg)</div> <div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/IgjDnJr.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Sara McComb &amp; Pepe</strong><br><strong>Date:</strong>&nbsp; April 1, 2017<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; late morning / early afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Eugenia, Renee, Edward, Seren, Victoria, Parsifal, Susanthika<br><strong>Summary:</strong>&nbsp; Moving Day<br><br><br><hr><hr><br>Oh, my.&nbsp; So many people, and Pepe wanted to greet them all.&nbsp; He redoubled his&nbsp; efforts to get down, particularly when the little girl and her puppy headed off, whimpering pitifully.<br><br><em>“Pepe,” </em>she scolded, more firmly than she usually was with him.&nbsp; But perhaps it was time to reduce his level of agitation, and not start out by making a horrible impression.&nbsp; She refused to consider the fact that the ground might already have been laid.<br><br><em>“Of course it’s posh, Vicky – it’s new, and in a great neighborhood.&nbsp; I’m sure you’ll feel right at home as soon as you get your room fixed up the way you want it.&nbsp; I'm glad to see you didn't have any trouble getting here.” </em> Sara’s voice remained cheerful, though there was a hint of a forced uncurrent as Pepe’s little feet caught on her new blouse and pulled a thread.&nbsp; She captured the foot, and went doggedly on.&nbsp; <em>“I don’t suppose you’ve seen Pepe’s leash?&nbsp; I couldn’t find it …”</em><br><br>And that was all she wrote.&nbsp; Further introductions would have to wait as Pepe made a determined, heroic lunge to escape and follow the most appealing of his love interests, the little girl and her four-legged friend.&nbsp; Sara snagged him in mid air, took hold of his collar, and bundled him into the throw.&nbsp; <br><em><br>“It’s lovely to meet all of you, Mrs. Jordan, Renee, Percy …”&nbsp; </em>She knew that last one wasn’t right, but it was the best she could do under the circumstances, and she wrinkled her face into a little moue of apology at him.&nbsp; Her eyes cut over to the professor and Gerald, but she didn’t want to interrupt … and, really, this was just too much excitement for Pepe, and she was ready get him upstairs where exploring his new den would calm him down.<br><br><em>“I’ll look forward to seeing you all again soon, but I really should get Pepe settled.”</em><br><br>After a moment to orient, she spotted the entrance to the Octavian, and made a beeline for it, and heaved a sigh of relief as her little prisoner seemed to accept defeat, at least momentarily.&nbsp; Had her hands been free, she would have at least waggled her fingers in farewell, but it seemed a bad time to stand on ceremony. <em> "Don't worry, Pepe.&nbsp; You'll get to charm them all soon ... well, except for Mrs. Jordan.&nbsp; I would say that she probably sneaks treats to dogs and sweets to children when everyone's back is turned, but that's probably a little too hopeful.&nbsp; &nbsp;That poor girl. "</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Suite Affairs [Main Buildings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>11-04-2017, 20:42:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5Qw5nUM.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Parsifal Thompkins<br><strong>Date:</strong> April 1, 2017<br><strong>Time:</strong> Midday<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eugenia, Renee, Sara, Seren, Edward, Victoria<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Moving and getting acquainted<br><hr><br>Parsifal nodded in greeting to Sara, very glad that the dogs were controlled. He'd assured his roommate that he would take the best care with her computers, better than the moving service. He hadn't accounted for the possibility of over-eager dogs running loose. <br><br>With his peripheral vision blocked by the very businesslike, utilitarian tower computers, he had to turn he whole body to look over at Susan. He nodded and smiled in greeting, but was looking the wrong way when Sara bid farewell, so he didn't have a chance to correct her on the name. <br><br>It wouldn't be the worst name he'd ever been called, and he'd been called Percy more than a few times. The worst, though, was in grade school. One of the school bullies had called him Pussy-Full, which sent Parsifal running home to his mother, stunned and embarrassed by such a scandalous name. His mother had nodded, a faint grin on her face, and said, "Next time someone calls you that, tell them that's more pussy than <em>they'll</em> ever fill." Parsifal was shocked into silence for several seconds - he couldn't believe that his <em>mother</em> knew such vulgar language! - before he giggled hesitantly. It opened his eyes to the idea that women could know as much - and more! - about sex than men did. <br><br>By the time he turned back toward Sara, she was already entering the other building. He was sure he'd see her again sooner or later, and correct her on the name then. But for now, he needed to get the computers in before any more dogs showed up... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Suite Affairs [Main Buildings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>12-04-2017, 02:34:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://makeupmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/Grand-Budapest_Madame_800x1200.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/b5/d4/44/b5d444c83a42cf0db3d0db2d6db691db.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong><br>&lt; - <strong>Eugenia Jordan</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265658.msg13111122#msg13111122) | <strong>Renee Simone</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265658.msg13111123#msg13111123) - &gt;<br><strong>Date:</strong><br>April 1st, 2017<br><strong>Time:</strong><br>Around noon<br><strong>Where:</strong><br>Atrium, not far from the elevators of the Antony<br><strong>Tagging:</strong><br>Everyone around the atrium<br><strong>Summary:</strong><br>People Watching<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br>Light, Conversation<br></div><br><hr><br>A disgusted, horrified little gasp escaped Eugenia's lips when she heard the child speak of the dog that needed to be potty trained.&nbsp; The mere thought of such potential messes seemed to offend her sensibilities, cringing away at the sight of dogs and children.&nbsp; As far as she was concerned, children and dogs were of the same untrained, dirty nature, and the less she had to be around them, the better it would be for all, she knew.<br><br>The last thing she needed was another court case brought against her for trying to discipline unruly beasts.<br><br>Renee seemed to be picking up on the increasingly volatility of the situation, and did not want to make things erupt and ruin everything.&nbsp; It was her one and best chance to get into the old woman's things when she was the only person there.&nbsp; If the kids moved her into a home, or drew straws to see who would be bringing the old hag into their house, her opportunity would be ruined.<br><br>No.&nbsp; It was perhaps best to try and get the old woman out before she got the two of them kicked out.&nbsp; And to that end, Renee moved quickly as she could to mop up the damage, giving her embarrassed, apologetic smile to the growing group as she went to the old lady.&nbsp; “Come on, Mrs. Eugenia...&nbsp; We could try for a nap again, no?” She said in the french accent, helping to lift the old woman back up to her feet.<br><br>Eugenia gave the group remaining a disgusted look, muttering under her breath about being dropped in some sort of orphanage, animal pound, college dorm hybrid.&nbsp; Renee smiled back to the crowd, again trying to look apologetic.&nbsp; “It wuz nice to meet you all.” She said in a false, cheerful tone as she and the old bitch got into the elevator.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Suite Affairs [Main Buildings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neo In Matrix</strong> on <strong>13-04-2017, 05:56:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRp5dF2EA1Um2GytO3ia8J-hJAtI9CgU5dPKg1ANcS_EB_KoftKcvYILJwN)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Susan Jones (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265658.msg13119342#msg13119342)</strong><br><strong>Date:</strong> April 1, 2017<br><strong>Time:</strong> Around Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone in the Atrium<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Reaching her new Home and greeting People<br><hr>Susan saw a mane of one of the most amazing red hairs disappear from the atrium when she got down from her taxi. She had 4 bags in the trunk currently and some more bags and boxes at her old apartment which she left to shift here. Before surrendering her old apartment in 3-4 days time, she'll bring that stuff here but currently all her required stuff was in the bags. She paid the driver and unloaded the trunk. Dressed in a wine-glass print white sundress (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1lelBIFXXXXcAXpXXq6xXFXXXm/Fashion-Wine-Glass-Print-Sleeveless-Women-Summer-Dress-Knee-Length-Midi-Dress-font-b-Sundress-b.jpg), she put the bags on side and went to greet the a crowd gathered in the atrium. It looked like the place was more crowded if you consider the fact that it was only 2-3 days since people started moving in. She reached them and waved at everyone. "Aa. Hello Everyone. Glad to see that people have already shifted here. I'd have hated to be the only person around. My name is Susan. I am a nurse at an ER nearby and I now stay in Octavion, 804."<br><br>And while she introduced herself, she looked at everyone to see a nice mix of people with one elderly lady, a young bubbly looking black haired woman next to the elder woman, a geek looking guy with spectacles, a cheerful looking woman who looked like she was from south Asia, a blonde woman with a hooded jacket who looked around her age, A tall guy who looked around 30. She smiled at everyone while she introduced herself and hoped that just like her experience at this state, people will accept her as she was and won't discriminate like her previous place where she was born. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Suite Affairs [Main Buildings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nisha95</strong> on <strong>13-04-2017, 09:41:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ilekh.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/sunny-leone-cute.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2012/08/28/00/41/dog-55140__340.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://www.pets4homes.co.uk/images/classifieds/2017/04/05/1556246/thumbs/small-female-pug-58e439bb8aadb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Anita Sharma<br><strong>Date:</strong> April 1, 2017<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone in the Atrium<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Moving in to her new apartment<br><hr><br><br><br><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br>Anita was very excited to finally move into her new apartment. She was staying in the hotel for the last two weeks. It was very wise of her that she had arrived in San Francisco a month before her class starts. Now she has another two weeks to get settled comfortably with her new environment. She was in a Peacock blue V neck Top and a black skirt that was hanging just below her knee. She had a trolley case, a large duffel bag hanging in her left shoulder. She held the leashes of her two dogs, Ronchi and Mark in her right hand. She got them 10 days ago and Thank God, the hotel she was staying was Pet friendly. They got along with her well and she didnt have any trouble in potty training them. She went to a Home Furnishing Store beforehand and selected the furnitures. They will be delivered today by evening so she had nothing much to do today. She just wanted to find a good Indian restaurant nearby.<br>&nbsp; <br>As she walked inside the atrium, she was happy to see many people had already moved in. She was afraid she would be feeling alone for a first few weeks since many people wouldnt be there , since it being a new apartment. Now she can be relieved. She always wanted to make some new friends. "Hello everyone, I am Anita Sharma", she greeted the people gathered there.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Suite Affairs [Main Buildings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlipperySue</strong> on <strong>13-04-2017, 13:26:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/1e/6b/1f/1e6b1f429de618c417d7ed1baabc1296.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Susanthika Perera (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265658.msg13110581#msg13110581)<br><strong>Date:</strong> April 1, 2017<br><strong>Time:</strong> Midday<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All present in the Atrium<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Meeting and greeting<br><hr><br>As Sue continued to exchange small talk with Gerald, she noticed that the red head, who she was sure called Sara and her dog Pepe went off towards The Octavian and the old lady and her nurse went the other way.&nbsp; While her culture stressed that elders were to be respected, that did not stop them being irritable old biddies and nasty people, and it appeared that this one, Mrs Jordan was both.<br><br>She decided that it was time for her to take her leave as well, to have a look for Mr Jinx and find the place he had chosen as his waiting place when he was outside.&nbsp; She sometimes wished that they had an apartment or house with direct access to the outside for him, but this apartment became available and it was too good to miss.&nbsp; Sure the rent was on the high side but then her apartment, the complex and surrounding area made it well worth the cost.&nbsp; As she said goodbye to her new neighbours another woman entered.&nbsp; The newcomer was in a pretty sundress and announced that she was called Susan and was an ER nurse.<br><br>"Hello Susan, nice to meet you, I am Susanthika, but most people call me Sue or Susan and I work at the University of California" Sue said, waving her hand as if to shake her hand, but aware that she could not respond due to her hands being full of bags.<br><br>"Have to be going for a while everyone, but hope to see you all round soon".&nbsp; With that Sue headed to the exit door, only to nearly bump into another South Asian woman coming in.&nbsp; The latest arrival had two small dogs on leashes, as well as duffel bag and a large trolley bag.<br><br>The other woman introduced herself to everyone as they all had, with everyone being new to each other.&nbsp; "Hello Anita, I am Susanthika, welcome to our new home.&nbsp; Lovely dogs, I have a cat called Mr Jinx, forgive me for not hanging around but I need to find Mr Jinx and get on with my day".<br><br>With that she continued out through the door, and walked around the perimeter of the building looking for her wandering ginger tigerlet.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Suite Affairs [Main Buildings]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neo In Matrix</strong> on <strong>17-04-2017, 06:01:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRp5dF2EA1Um2GytO3ia8J-hJAtI9CgU5dPKg1ANcS_EB_KoftKcvYILJwN)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Susan Jones (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265658.msg13119342#msg13119342)</strong><br><strong>Date:</strong> April 1, 2017<br><strong>Time:</strong> Around Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone in the Atrium<br><strong>Summary:</strong> Bidding Goodbye to go to her apartment<br><hr>The South Asian Woman, Susanthika was extremely pretty and Susan had an instant crush on her. With her hands full, she couldn't shake her hands but she thought of getting to know Susanthika later on. As she bid goodbye to everyone, wished her goodbye and kept on staring at her back for a few seconds but it could easily be termed as she was looking at another woman with 2 dogs who entered. Another Pretty South Asian with radiant smile. As she reached the group and introduced herself as Anita Sharma, Susan smiled at her and introduced herself again to the newcomer. <br><br>Once the greetings were over and there was no one who was coming now, or so it seemed, Susan left to go to her apartment and and put her bags there before going around the apartments and meeting more people. "Well, I guess I should also leave. Too many bags and I wish to unpack some things before going for a swim. I'll see you all around." She said smiling and turned around to go to the lift. Pulling her bags and taking one in hand, she got on the elevator to go the 8th Floor for her apartment, 804. <br><br>She looked around on the floor and there was ample space between the doors, giving everyone enough room. She opened the door and entered with her bunch of luggage and put them on side. The apartment was not having much furniture. Some things she'll shift now. Some she had bought new and some she'll buy now. Currently she had only the stuff she needed to begin with. A wardrobe in bedroom, some kitchen stuff, television, a couch, a coffee table, a queen size bed to name a few stuff. She took her 2 bags into bedroom and unlocked them to start putting stuff into the wardrobe. Her clothing came out first which she put carefully so that she can easily find whatever she wanted to. Among them was her swimwear and towel which she put on her bed as she wanted to use it now. Next came her hidden possessions. A role of duct tape, 3-4 ropes for self-bondage, a collection of bondage magazines, a ball-gag, a blindfold, a chastity cage which was a gift to her by a dominatrix who was her patient in ER and knew about her being submissive from her first day at ER. She put everything in a drawer and locked the drawer. She didn't want anyone to see it unless they also are interested in same stuff as her. With no intention and chances of being married for atleast few years, she didn't mind being in bed with people but still didn't want them to run away due to her bdsm interests. She just hoped there was someone who was interested in same stuff as her while being dominant. <br><br>Once her wardrobe was done, it was already 1.30 and so she got ready with her swimwear. (https://www.co-operativeindependentliving.co.uk/images/ladies-incontinence-swimming-costume-p1644-3862_image.jpg). It could easily hide the fact about her small package between her legs and people wouldn't be able to say she was a shemale just by looking at it. She took her mobile and opened her mail to send one to one of her fetlife friend. It was a couple of days since she mailed him and he was her only fetlife friend since she joined 3 months back. They didn't know any real life stuff about each other but with Susan being submissive to him there, she sometimes sent her pics without her face. She got in front of mirror and took a selfie from her feet to neck and attached it in the mail and wrote the mail. "Hello Sir. Had busy days. Back on track now. Shifted to a new house. Going for a swim. Hope to see you online soon." And clicked send while locking the door. She was in her swimsuits, flip-flops, with a towel and her cellphone as she went towards the lift to go to the pool.<br>
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