::The landlord brings Natalie into a decent, though small apartment, and chucks her the keys.::

"To your liking?"

::Catching the keys, Nat quickly glances around and nods.::

"Yeah."

(Kind of small, though.)

"When's the rent due?"

"Beginning of every month. I'm sure we can come to... some sort of arrangement if you don't have the money on time..."

::He dribbles, bubbling slightly.::

"Well, it's a pity I have the money then, isn't it? A pity for you, of course. Not me."

::Natalie smirks.::

"It sure is..."

::He smirks and leaves.::

"You know where I am if you change your mind."

"Yeah. Ew."

::Natalie does a quick run-through of her apartment, then finding it satisfactory, leaves to the hallway, locking her door behind her.::

::Feeling like she hasn't been here in months, Natalie unlocks her door and steps inside. Sighing, she mopes on into her bathroom and strips, getting into the shower and scrubbing off at least a week's worth of scum. Gross, Carys.::

(I need someone to practice on. But who? Who do I know? That blonde Australian, Andrea, Julie, Moony... Carys...)

::Natalie finally hops out of the shower and heads into her bedroom, a towel wrapped around her fit self. She dresses in some cleavage-baring, slightly slutty attire, then runs a brush through her long, wet locks. With a plan in mind, Nat grabs her keys and leaves to the hallway.::

[The entire apartment complex blows up. Fire destroys everything and kills anybody left inside: the explosion is far too violent to expect any survivors. Debris and plaster flies everywhere, and the noise is deafening. The building is destroyed and left in a flaming wreck.]