[The apartment has a musty smell about it, there is a bed over in the right hand corner and this bedroom area doubles as a living space. There are two doors, one leading off to the kitchen and the other, the bathroom]

:: The Landlord jiggles the key in the door and finally it opens with a click. He setps inside and grins back at Carys ::

"Here you are. Not much at the moment, but I'm sure you'll fix that right up. If there's anything you need, just call"

:: With that he presses the keys into her hands, his touch lingering longer than necessary and goes back to his office ::

::Carys shuts the door behind the landlord, and wipes her hand on her jeans::

(What is that smell? It's like Mr Landlord's hair.)

::She walks over to the bed and sits on it, testing its matress::

(This place doesn't look too bad. With a bit of dusting, I could just about live here.)

::Carys grins at the notion of housework, and promptly falls asleep on the bed::

::Carys wakes up slowly and yawns::

(God, that was a good sleep. A week or so in bed'll get you as good as new.)

::She stands up and stretches, then walks out of her door into the hallway::

::Carys walks into her apartment and shuts the door::

(Eurgh, wetness.)

::She walks over to the bathroom and goes inside, before peeling off her wet clothes and throwing them on the floor outside the bathroom::

(A nice, hot shower sounds appealing.)

::Carys showers slowly and then gets dressed::

(I need some food...there'd better be something in the kitchen.)

::She walks through into the kitchen and checks the cupboards for any sign of life. And finds nothing. With a sigh, Carys shuts the cupboard doors and walks back through to the main room::

(I guess if I want food, I'll need a job. Howsa 'bout that Bay Mirror place? Journalism could be my calling.)

::Carys picks up her phone and dials The Bay Mirror::

Hold.

"Bay Mirror, how can I help you?"

"Hi, my name is Carys, I'm calling about the job you advertised."

"Mr. Dean prefers all prospective employees to come to the office for an interview. I can schedule you in sometime next week if you like? Actually, hold on, there was a cancellation this morning, if you can get down here ASAP then we'll be able to squeeze you in with him."

::Carys looks heavenwards and mouths a quick thanks::

(I might actually get some food soon...)

"That'd be great! Thank you, I'll be right there."

Click. She hung up.

::Carys puts down the phone, grabs her coat and leaves her apartment, going into the hallway::

::Carys unlocks and opens her door, and walks into her apartment, shutting the door behind her::

(Wow, my new boss is yummy...)

::Her earlier hunger forgotten, Carys gets changed and falls asleep in her bed, contentedly dreaming of Mr Dean::

::Carys wakes up suddenly and gets out of bed. Walking into the bathroom, she has a quick shower, puts on some sort of clothing and leaves her apartment going into the hallway::

::Karen flies in through an open window and changes back.::

"Home sweet home!"

::She throws herself down onto the sofa, stretching.::

::Carys enters her apartment through the portal and sighs, heading to her bed. She sits down on top of it, and immediately falls asleep, falling back onto her pillow::

::Carys wakes with a start, and sits straight up, her head turning sharply as she looks around the darkened room::

(Bad, bad dream. Just a bad, bad, bad dream, Carys.)

::She rubs her eyes and swings her legs over the side of the bed, her eyes still flitting around the room. Standing up, she walks into the bathroom, strips off and gets into the shower. As she stands under the flow of the water, Carys closes her eyes, and reaches out for a sponge. She washes herself slowly, staying under the spray until her skin becomes wrinkly with all the water it has absorbed. Opening her eyes, Carys leans back against the wall of the shower and turns the stream off, letting the drips of water fall off of her. Her breath shallow, and gaze unfocused, Carys shakes her hair out and gets out of the shower, dries herself and gets dressed, taking her time. Finally finished, she sits down on the edge of her bed, and runs her hands through her still wet hair, sending a shower of droplets flying onto her clothes::

"Damn."

(It'll dry out soon.)

::Carys stands up again and walks out of her apartment into the hallway, locking the door behind her::

::Carys walks into her apartment and shuts the door firmly behind her. Leaning against it, she slides down til she is sitting on the floor, her knees pulled up close to her. Screwing up her face with anger at Luke, Carys runs her hand through her hair, and thuds her head back against the door::

(Fuck...)

::She swings her head to the side, then blinks in suprise as tears start running down her face. After struggling to remove a tissue from her pocket, she wipes her cheeks, but the tears keep flowing. A deep breath trying to calm herself forces a sob from Carys, and she buries her head on her knees::

(Fucking great time I've been having here, haven't I? Killed, evil, restored, alchy, used-for-sex. Used for sex with someone you actually liked as well...)

::Carys remains on the floor, waiting for the tears to pass::

::A hankie floats down to Carys, daubing at the tears on her face.::

"There there sweetie... he's not worth it..."

::Carys jumps, startled, and stares at the hankie with trepidation::

"Holy fuck! Who the hell is in here?"

::She stands up pressed back against the wall, no longer crying but instead glancing the room in fear, looking for the intruder::

::The voice continues.::

"Shh, no need to be worried. You shouldn't cry over a man like that, scum like him don't deserve the air they breathe... don't you agree?"

::Carys moves away from the wall, still looking around the room carefully, wipes her face with the back of her hand and sniffs a little::

"Yeah I fucking well agree. So?"

::Carys' hair is brushed from her face as the ghost's presence begins to infiltrate and manipulate her mind.::

"Guys like him don't deserve to possess the assests they're... blessed with... you know what I mean?"

::Carys frowns but nods slowly::

"He doesn't deserve half of what he's got..."

"How right you are, my sweet. How right you are."

::Pause.::

"Wouldn't it be so very satisfying to teach him a lesson?"

::A small smile spreads across Carys' face as she thinks about it::

"It would...I should."

"Yes, you should, you should punish him and save all those other girls from his wicked ways... there's a bread knife in the kitchen drawer... get it."

::The smile still on her face, Carys retrieves the knife. Her eyes fixated on it, she reaches out and touches it. At the slight pain, Carys frowns and a look of doubt crosses her face::

"Don't worry, honey, you're not going to anything bad like killing him! Just making sure he can't hurt other women like he hurt you."

::The doubt passing at these oh so comforting words, Carys nods again and heads to the door, exiting her apartments and heading into Luke's penthouse::

"Hehehehehhehe..."

::The ghostly presence follows Carys.::

::Carys enters her apartment and heads straight for the kitchen area, opening a drawer and pulling out a small knife. She studies it briefly, before returning it to the drawer and taking out another larger knife. More satisfied, she tucks the knife into her pocket and then walks over to a mirror on the wall, checking her reflection and tucking her hair back behind her eyes::

(Hmm. You look good enough.)

::Flashing her reflection a small smirk, Carys leaves her apartment and walks to P3::

::Carys enters her apartment again and stands near the door, staring at the wall while she thinks::

(Bed?)

::A light noise catches Carys' ear and she turns to face the door, only a step away from it::

(Am I just imagining things?)

::Slowly, she moves closer to the wooden door, trying to hear more. After waiting for a few minutes her thoughts wander again and she leans herself against the wall next to the door, her mind a little blank::

::Jolted out of her reverie by the noises outside, Carys pulls a face, and presses herself against the door to look out of the peephole::

(What the hell?)

::She shrugs and pushes herself away from the door. Yawning, Carys makes her way to the bedroom and changes, climbing into bed and falling asleep fairly quickly::

::Carys jolts awake suddenly after little sleep. Breathing quickly, she lies still in her bed, staring at the wall in anxiety before she manages to convince herself that there is no-one in her room. Rolling off the bed, Carys walks over to her bathroom and washes, before pulling on some clothes and heading into the kitchen area::

(What to eat?)

::She opens a cupboard and grabs a random bit of food, swallowing it practically whole in her hunger. Sated, she pads through to the main living area where she grabs some shoes and puts them on, before walking out of her apartment and into the hallway::

::Carys enters her apartment and heads straight to the bathroom where she showers quickly. Going into her bedroom she see her bed and immediately decides to take a nap, falling alseep on top of the covers in her dressing gown::

::Carys's eyes flick open as she wakes suddenly from her short sleep. Sighing in annoyance, she pushes herself out of bed and gets dressed. After looking in her fridge for any signs of food, she sighs again and heads out of her apartment into the hallway::

::Karen, after being on the sofa for roughly five years, gets up. She stretches and yawns, her fangs extending, not unlike a cat, and then smiles. While sleeping she'd had a wonderful dream. A dream where she killed a lot of stuff. It was, she decided instantly, time to make that dream reality. She strolls towards Carys' front door and stops, then lifts her right leg and plants a firm kick in the centre of the cheap wood. The door flies off its hinges and into the wall on the opposite side of the corridor::

"I'm back, sweeties."

::She murmurs to no one in particular, and then walks out into the Hallway::

::Carys enters her apartment with Lenin and shuts the door behind him. Still holding his hand, she gives him a short tour of her place, finishing with her bedroom::

"So. This is the bedroom. The place is a bit small, but..."

::She trails off and gives Lenin another small smile. Taking a breath, she places one of her hands round his neck again and leans up to kiss him::

::Lenin returns the kiss and rubs his hands down her back.::

"I really think you're very beautiful."