The Walls are Closing In.
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				Title: <strong>The Walls are Closing In.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 22:03:45</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shuddering and creaking slightly as the weight of the years tug downwards against the old frame of the Crest apartment building, the low sound of what some might call the building ‘settling’ can be heard by anyone inside the Crest.&nbsp; A low and mournful sound, the building could be personified to sound like it was letting out a sigh in response to the wind outside.&nbsp; With the renovations though, thankfully all the little nooks and crannies of the building have been sealed tight, so the outside wind at least did not make it to any of the occupants within.&nbsp; At least, that would be the physical sensation of the wind.&nbsp; As the wind picks up, a gust catches some of the trees alongside the building to cause the branches and leaves to scrape against the bricks.&nbsp; With a sound that can only be thought of as the bastard cousin of nails on chalkboard, the trees seem to be giving to warning to any that might hear.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shutting the door of his car with a thunk, Charles DeLane steps away from his assigned parking spot and towards the building.&nbsp; Pulling his light coat around his shoulders just a bit tighter as the wind gusts, his breath passes his lips in a small sigh.&nbsp; Soon it will be winter he thinks to himself while walking up the steps to the doors, and that will mean all the little jobs that go along with it.&nbsp; Not that he really minded, as he received a salary and free rent for his work, but still.&nbsp; He could not help but think about how much trouble fixing the old heater in the basement would be.&nbsp; If only they had splurged for a better unit, but no.&nbsp; That would have been putting more money into an already expensive project.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/Building_Super.jpg)</div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fishing out his keys, Charles fiddles with them until he is able to find the right one.&nbsp; Unlocking the front door with it, he glances over his shoulders and behind him.&nbsp; Looking about to see if any of the other residents are coming up from the parking lot, he then turns and pulls the door open to let himself in.&nbsp; Directly past the front doors is a small parlor and area for the mailboxes.&nbsp; A little and rarely used bench sits forgotten in one corner, but still it is enough for them to have to keep the doors locked.&nbsp; Would not do for this building to build up a further reputation by allowing homeless to sleep in it, he thought.&nbsp; Going to check his mail, the small box reveals only a couple pieces of junkmail and a few bills.&nbsp; Tucking the stationary under his arm, he glances down the hallway that leads to the ground floor apartments.&nbsp; Making certain that he is seen about by anyone who might be outside their apartments, he then heads towards the stairs.&nbsp; Of course they couldn’t give him a ground floor apartment, he muttered, while climbing the stairs towards the top floor.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Walls are Closing In.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doodasaurus</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 22:48:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://onlinerpgs.chrisbradleywriter.com/images/7/76/Cameron1a.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> James O'Sullivan<br><strong>Location:</strong> House foyer<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>James' bicycle was the nicest thing he owned.&nbsp; It got more attention than the rider.&nbsp; It was Nazca Fuego short wheelbase recumbent bicycle, strange looking, pretty low to the ground (not as recumbents went, but as bikes went, quite low) with a clear fairing in front and bike rack with bags hanging off.&nbsp; James didn't own a car but in the city, he was faster with the bicycle most of the time.&nbsp; (Though he also owned a bus pass and the bike fit on a normal bike rack, which is part of the reason he got the bike he had, though functionally it was faster for him to ride almost anywhere and endurance wasn't a problem he had.)&nbsp; The bike cost as much as a decent used car, but there was no ongoing costs - no insurance, no gas, and if tended properly, it would last decades.<br><br>He pulled up to the house.&nbsp; He had just come back from his second daily workout, he wore black lycra shorts and a yellow lycra shirt.&nbsp; He was between fights, but he was one of those guys who always trained.&nbsp; He liked being in the gym more than just about anyplace else.<br><br>His apartment . . . he did not so much like.&nbsp; He viewed it merely as the place he slept and kept his stuff.&nbsp; Since coming to the house, he either slept very long, very deeply, with strange and chaotic dreams, or he hardly slept at all, jerking awake every hour or so, a feeling of dread on him.&nbsp; But it was fairly close to the gym and the price was right . . . and he was locked into another year of a lease.&nbsp; Before the end of his lease, he hoped to be fighting in a big show, get some decent sponsors, so he could afford a real place; absent that, he would probably move in with a couple of other fighters who were stuck in his same spot.&nbsp; But he was going to move.&nbsp; In nine months.&nbsp; Until then, he made the best of it.<br><br>He picked up his bike, set it on his shoulder, and said, "Hey, Charlie!&nbsp; That unit finally rented out?"<br><br>He entered the foyer and checked his own mail.&nbsp; "Crap, bill, crap, crap," he said, going through them.&nbsp; "Was there a time when good things came in the mail?&nbsp; I doubt it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Walls are Closing In.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>10-08-2013, 07:56:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/mtr/mtr0810/mtr081000012/3687759-portrait-of-a-beautiful-young-woman-brunette.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Mia Havran</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Detailed Appearance:</strong> Just shy of 5'9", Mia is normally seen in a pair of flattering jeans and a form fitting shirt that accentuates her body's natural hourglass figure. Her chocolate brown eyes tend to dance with amusement and a not so hidden passion while her soft café au lait skin is all the more pronounced by the tumble of light brown curls to the middle of her back.<br><strong>Personality:</strong> Despite having a bit of a vain, party-girl appearance, the friendly college student would much rather spend her nights at home with a book in hand then out at the local bar. Half-way towards her MA in Art History, she scraps together what she can as a waitress in a local hole in the wall diner up the road to pay for both the classes she attends and the roof over head. Yet Mia is far from the old 'all work no play' type. The openly bisexual young woman has no problem sidling up close to the next person that catches her eye.<br><strong>Greatest Fear:</strong> Elevators and other confined spaces. At five years old she was trapped in the elevator of her family's apartment building for several hours by herself, since then she has suffered severe claustrophobia and will make it a habit of taking the stairs rather than ride the elevator.<br><strong>How Long She's Lived There:</strong> Two months<br><strong>Reason For Moving In:</strong> It's far cheaper than most places closer to the campus while still remaining within easy bicycling distance.</div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Stairwell<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Stepping into the stairwell from the second floor landing, brunette waves form a curtain around her face as she shuffles through the numerous songs on her iPod. Pausing just long enough to settle on a fast pace song, she lifts her head just in time to step out of the way as Charles passes her, offering a warm smile and a cheerful, "good morning, Mr. DeLane," before she makes the trip down the two flights. Mia sings softly under her breath just as she slips into the foyer, her hands finding their way into the back pockets of her form fitting boot cut jeans as her brown mock-leather boots click delicately along the floor.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Good things in the mail?" She raises an eyebrow at James as she unlocks and opens her box to pull out a new People's magazine, several pieces of garbage she would throw away later and a phone bill much to her disgust. "I'd be truly shocked to learn of something good every coming via snail mail."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With a disgruntled shake of her head, she tucks a stray curl behind her ear to allow the small diamond studs that once belonged to her mother to catch and reflect the light as she glanced around. Mia still couldn't believe she was here, out on her own for the first time. Although far from glamorous, the first month she lived at the Crest the boiler would make the most frightful noise late at night, it was home until she could afford something, anything better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Walls are Closing In.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doodasaurus</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 03:33:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://onlinerpgs.chrisbradleywriter.com/images/7/76/Cameron1a.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> James O'Sullivan<br><strong>Location:</strong> House<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>"I guess that's why they say no news is good news," James said to Mia.&nbsp; "Only bad news comes in the mail.&nbsp; Bad news and coupons for food I can't eat and stores that have nothing I want to buy, so bad news and waste.&nbsp; Probably some kind of metaphor for civilization or something."<br><br>Up close, James radiated density and solidity.&nbsp; Because he was so tall and long, at a distance, he almost looked normal.&nbsp; Athletic, but normal.&nbsp; Up close, his real physicality became evident.&nbsp; He was also in a good mood, because he had a job he really loved, one that generally gave him as much energy as living there took away from him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Walls are Closing In.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>raptorlady80</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 16:30:50</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Nicole_Ardsley.jpg)&nbsp; Nicole pulls up to the apartment building in a silver Nissan Altima.&nbsp; Behind her parks a large uhaul truck.&nbsp; Nicole gets out of the car and looks up at the window of her apartment.&nbsp; She glances back at the two movers who climb out of the uhaul truck and then begin to open the back of the truck.&nbsp; Nicole then begins to guide the men towards the building.&nbsp; Once in the foyer, Nicole spots two of the tenants, a rather impressive male and a pretty female checking their mail.<br>Nicole smiles tentatively at the two people.<br><br>"Hi there!" She says shyly<br>"Looks like you have a new neighbor today!&nbsp; My name is Nicole."&nbsp; She holds out a hand to each of them in greeting. <br>&nbsp;<br>Behind her the movers struggle through the doorway with a rather large mirrored and glass case.<br>"Upstairs in apartment D is where you need to go."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Walls are Closing In.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 07:34:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/Building_Super.jpg)</div></div></div>&nbsp; <strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Charles DeLane<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; House Foyer, near the stairs<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pausing with his foot on the first step, Charles turns around at the sound of his name being said.&nbsp; Turning to the side so as to allow the little party girl past, he had dubbed Mia that within his head to help in identifying her.&nbsp; Nodding politely as she passes, he cannot help himself as his eyes take a little glance over her as she heads towards the mailbox.&nbsp; Spying the local sports enthusiast as he had mentally dubbed James, he then lifts his hand in a wave as he stands there.&nbsp; Keeping one foot on the stairs, his lips tug upwards in a grin as he lifts his free hand towards the door.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Seems it was James, and well…speak of the devil.”&nbsp; Laughing a small bit, the sound is an easy thing as his hand gestures towards the moving van outside.&nbsp; Coming off the stairs now, he walks back into the foyer of the house while tucking his mail under his arm.&nbsp; Approaching the blonde lady now, Charles has an easy going smile on his face while he offers out his hand.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You must be the new resident.&nbsp; Apartment D, correct?&nbsp; I’m Charles DeLane, but please.&nbsp; Just call me Charles.&nbsp; I’m the building superintendent, so if there is anything wrong within your unit just let me know.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Walls are Closing In.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 21:07:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/mtr/mtr0810/mtr081000012/3687759-portrait-of-a-beautiful-young-woman-brunette.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Mia Havran</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Detailed Appearance:</strong> Just shy of 5'9", Mia is normally seen in a pair of flattering jeans and a form fitting shirt that accentuates her body's natural hourglass figure. Her chocolate brown eyes tend to dance with amusement and a not so hidden passion while her soft café au lait skin is all the more pronounced by the tumble of light brown curls to the middle of her back.<br><strong>Personality:</strong> Despite having a bit of a vain, party-girl appearance, the friendly college student would much rather spend her nights at home with a book in hand then out at the local bar. Half-way towards her MA in Art History, she scraps together what she can as a waitress in a local hole in the wall diner up the road to pay for both the classes she attends and the roof over head. Yet Mia is far from the old 'all work no play' type. The openly bisexual young woman has no problem sidling up close to the next person that catches her eye.<br><strong>Greatest Fear:</strong> Elevators and other confined spaces. At five years old she was trapped in the elevator of her family's apartment building for several hours by herself, since then she has suffered severe claustrophobia and will make it a habit of taking the stairs rather than ride the elevator.<br><strong>How Long She's Lived There:</strong> Two months<br><strong>Reason For Moving In:</strong> It's far cheaper than most places closer to the campus while still remaining within easy bicycling distance.</div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> House Foyer<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I suppose so, although I'm not so sure about the whole coupons-for-food-I-can't-eat part," she says, flipping through the small booklet of coupons offered by the local grocery store. "'Half off organic mayonnaise' yuck... On second thought you're right, James, coupons for food I can't or won't eat." She shakes her head and sighs, leaning back against the row of mailboxes with her mail tucked beneath her arm just as a pretty blonde steps in with a shy greeting. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Mia smiles warmly, curiosity alight within her as she shakes the other woman's hand. "Welcome to the Crest! I heard we were supposed to be seeing someone new around here and I was wondering when you'd show up. I've got to say it's nice to see another woman around, there's only so much testosterone one building should have."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Walls are Closing In.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>doodasaurus</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 21:34:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://onlinerpgs.chrisbradleywriter.com/images/7/76/Cameron1a.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> James O'Sullivan<br><strong>Location:</strong> House<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>For some reason, Charles using that particular phrase, invoking the Devil, made him frown a little.&nbsp; He shook it off.&nbsp; "Speak his name and he does appear, or she, in this case."<br><br>He shrugged a bit at Mia, half smiled.&nbsp; "I've got to watch my diet real close.&nbsp; I don't precisely eat what you'd call people food.&nbsp; A lot of steamed chicken breasts and things normally associated with rabbits," he said.&nbsp; "And brown rice.&nbsp; Steamed brown rice.&nbsp; The protein shakes aren't half bad."&nbsp; He made a face.<br><br>Since he didn't have any real mail, he put his bike on the porch and locked it up.&nbsp; He said to Nicole, wiping his hands on his shorts before offering one.&nbsp; "I'm James and you can ignore Mia.&nbsp; She's just bitter because I haven't asked her out, yet.&nbsp; I'd be happy to do some heavy lifting for you, get that stuff up there faster.&nbsp; Moving sucks, right?&nbsp; Best to get it over quickly.<br><br>"But what brings you here?&nbsp; You look like you're old enough to have a real person residence."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Walls are Closing In.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>raptorlady80</strong> on <strong>19-08-2013, 06:05:19</strong>
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				Nicole smiles warmly at everyone who greeted her.&nbsp; <br>"Yes, I am finally here!&nbsp; I hope to get settled in quickly."&nbsp; She says<br>"I would love to have the extra hand in moving my stuff upstairs!"&nbsp; She answers to James<br>Laughing Nicole adds, "Yeah, I guess I am old enough to have had a real person's residence but my no good, soon to be ex-husband saw to it that I don't get to afford something nicer quite yet."&nbsp; She frowns briefly.<br><br>Watching the movers shimmy up the stairs with her antique furniture, she winces as one of the men nearly banged an edge around the corner of the landing.&nbsp; <br>"Please be careful!&nbsp; That's very old and valuable, nevermind the damage to the walls you could do!"
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