• Single bed
• Two bed
• Single bed, kitchen, bath
• Two bed, kitchen, bath
• Penthouse

Take your pick and I'll get the key and show you to it. Be quick, will ya? I have a life you know.

::Still feeling a bit unnerved, Chloe slowly closes the door behind her, not wanting to make a sound for some reason. She stands akwardly in front of the desk for a few minutes, then notices a bell centered on the ragged surface. She taps it gingerly and waits.::

(This place is kind of dirty... Hope the apartments are ok...)

::Landlord lopes out from a room behind the counter. He is short, round, greasy and sweaty. He is absolutely repulsive.::

"Aha, a new tenant!"

::Chortling with glee, the landlord grins a toothy smile, showing his yellowed, rotten teeth with gaps in between, and rubs his hands together while staring at Chloe's chest perversely.::

"What can I do you for, my love?"

::Chloe crosses her arms across her chest, feeling very nekkid.::

"I'm up here, and I'd like a one bedroom, with a kitchen and bath."

(Oh god... This is my new landlord?)

"That's your room ready, darling. If you need me, don't be scared to shout!"

::Vince walks in and up to the Landlord's desk. He leans forward and tries to smile despite the... fragrant... smell and less than sanitary conditions::

"So, hey. I'd like an apartment. A big one. Let's go with the Penthouse, mkay?"

::He takes his lands off the desk and wipes them uncertainly on his jeans::

"That's your pad ready, sonny jim!"

::Vince walks in and stands by the Landlord's desk, a polite smile on his face::

"Hey. Me again, so soon, a ha ha. There's a bit of a problem up in the Penthouse. The plumbing is... broken. And so is the door. Someone... broke through... broke in, yeah, broke in last night and boom, it's broken. So I was wondering if you could get someone to come fix it. Thanks."

:: The Landlord looks at Vince as he enters and explains what has happened. He stands up and stratches himself a little ::

"You young people today! have no respect for anything. ::

:: He grunts a little walking up to Vince ::

"I have half a mind to leave you with a broken door and plumbing. But in this case I'll let you away with it, it's being added to your rent though."

:: He waves a fat, stubby finger in Vince's face ::

::Vince steps back from the fat digit being waved in his face::

"Uh, whatever, dude. I'll pay for the door but not the plumbling. It was obviously faulty when I moved in, so I won't pay for it."

::Chadwick walks in feeling shy and akward::

"Hello?"

(What's that smell?!?)

::Chadwick looks around for anyone nearby, no one is around. He closes his eyes and concentrates on creating a small breeze to blow the smell away. A huge gust forms and blows everything off the desk except for a small silver bell::

"Oops, oh a bell..."

::He leans over and presses the bell twice::

::The Landlord appears from a room behind the desk. Upin seeing Chadwick, he sneers.::

"What do you want? I was busy back there."

::He puts his gruuby hands on the desk and leans towards Chadwick, sizing him up.::

(Another boy to try and get all the ladies from me? Damn them...)

(Omigod the smell just got a lot worst)

"Um..I was wondering if I could have an apartment with a single bed, bath, and kitchen please?"

::He took a step back. This way Chadwick wasn't so close to the greasy landlord::

::enters and approaches the desk::

"When your done with him I want a two bedroom, kitchen, bath."

::The Landlord sniffs loudly and wipes his brow with a stained handkerchief::

(Damn cheap kids, always with the cheap apartments.)

"Yeah, I got just what you're looking for. There's a great view too..."

(Of the adjacent apartment building...)

"... I'll be with you in a minute after I help this... gentlemen... out."

::He looks past Chadwick to the guy standing behind him and leers at him::

"You'll pay for a new door? I'll get the plumbling fixed immediately. Anything for a high paying tennant. A heh heh."

::He snorted and wiped his nose on the back of his hand reaches for the phone::

"Hey, Gus? Yeah, I need a little fix-up in the Penthouse. Yeah... it's messing up again. And a door. Money's no object, the schmuck said he'd pay for it. Get the good kind. Oooh, yeah, mahogany. Nice. Get it done soonish, alright?"

::He puts the phone down and stares at Vince, the leer back again::

"It's sorted. And now if you'll excuse me I have to get this person their apartment. Tata."

::Petunius walks in, still trying to get to grips with the life altering revelations he has just received. He looks around and notices two things. Firstly, the sheer filth decorating the room and secondly, the missing keys from the holder::

(Apparently I'm not the first fool to rent a place from this dump)

::He notices a lone silver bell on the desk, almost challenging him to ring it. With a none-too-pleased sigh, he presses it once and waits for a response::

::Vince gives the Landlord an incredulous look and then turns around, muttering to himself::

"Good kind my ass. I've got a feeling my rent will be late. A lot. Bitch."

::He walks out of the grimy office and back up to his Penthouse::

"Top floor. What a bitch."

::Petunius watches the stranger storm off in a huff::

"Friendly locals. Always a bonus. Sheesh."

::He turns back to the desk and presses the bell once again::

"Christ, what does a guy have to do to get some service around here?"

::after waiting for what he feels is more than enough time, Marc turns around and spots Petunius::

"I'll come back when there's a bit more service. You know, like any."

::leaves the apartment complex::

::The Landlord ambles out of his office where soft female moans can be heard quietly sounding from the gently-flickering television set, which is stacked on various... adult... videos. He wipes his hands on his sweatpants and grunts at Petunius, throwing his hand up and rubbing at his mouth with his sleeve.::

"'Allo there, mate. What's your fancy?"

::Vince walks casually into the office and spots a pair of keys lying on the floor, half under a stack of papers. He coughs and crouches down, making a shown of cleaning up the papers. He slips the keys into his pocket and then deposits the now stacked papers onto the desk::

"I just thought I'd mention that I'm going out for a while. So now would be an excellent time to get the door and plumbling fixed. Really great. Well... see ya."

::Vince quickly walks out of the room and towards the Front Entrance::

::Instantly regretting not following Marc's plan and getting the hell out of here, Petunius faces the slimy man::


(Well, this place definitely isn't topping my list of fancies. Was he doing what I think he was doing?)

"Uh, yeah. Hi, I'd like an apartment. Preferrably something light and spacious".


(And with clean air. Lots and lots of air. Holy crap on a stick, what the hell is that smell? It's like a fucking abattoir.)

::Paz emerges from a door and confidently strides up to the counter of the building, leaning on the desk and gently patting the bell on the counter so that a sharp 'ping' is emitted::

(Oh my God! What died? This place looks like such a hell hole, but if the lil' gal sent me here it must be the place to go)

::Waiting for some service Paz muffles a loud cough, innorder to try and speed up the wait::

::The landlord emerges from his grotty office, belches loudly, and sniffs disgustingly while scratching his stubbly, blotchy face.::

"Well aren't you a pretty young fellow?"

::He leers at Paz, considering it.::

::In a moment of sheer panic and terror at the thought of 'getting it on' with this repulsive beast a flash of blinding light errupts from Paz's palm and illuminates the room in a white glow::

(shit!)

::Paz looks down at his hands with an expression of sheer confusion on his face::

(Think Paz, think! Gotta find a way to get out of this...)

"What the hell was that huh? Someone must be flashing their lights outside"

(That was so lame!)

"Erm, so how about an apartment?"

::With his hands still grappling at his eyes, the light having blinded him, the landlord shouts loudly and angrily.::

"Not another one of you freaks! This place is full of all you weirdos with your magical powers and your attractive women! Here!"

::He scrapes around under the desk for a minute, still not able to see, and eventually rises holding a... oh my god... a - cover your eyes little ones - butt-plug. Thrusting it onto the desk, he continues to yell.::

"Go on, take it and get out of here!"

::Slowly, his eyesight begins to come back to him, and he can make out that the item on the desk is not what he thought it was. Snatching it up, he tosses it under the counter and blinking ferociously shoves a key into Paz's hands before turning on his heel and charging into his office, shouting over his shoulder-::

"I don't know what kind of a place it is, just get out of here!"

::Justin walks in, and grimaces at the smell of the place::

(Jesus, whatever happened to hygiene?)

::He walks up to the desk and, nodding to the man standing there with keys in his hand, rings the bell. He looks back at Paz, who seems a litte confused.::

"Are you ok man? You seem a little...out of it."

:: Windy walked in and noticed another man waiting with others. And Windy notices the smell. ::

(Sheesh, what the heck is the smell!? I sure hope this isn't one of those run down red mill sorting sort of place.)

"Hello there."

:: Windy talked to Justin who seems to be waiting as well. ::

"Are you waiting for the Landlord? I sure hope it'd be good accommodation, cause I don't have alot of money to get real good rooms. I'm... all my friends call me Windy. If I have any."

:: Windy taps his foot awaiting the Landlord. ::

::Justin looks back at Windy::

(It's a regular fucking traffic jam)

::He touches his finger vertically to his forhead in a mock salute::

"I'm Justin. That's an unusual name ya got there Windy..I'd make a joke, but I don't like to label myself 'asshole' right off the bat. Yeah, this place does seem to be a mess doesn't it...maybe the rooms will be better. We can always hope right?"

::Justin laughs a little::

::Ambling out from his office, the landlord pauses at the door before emerging properly.::

"How can I help you..."

::He regards them all with a tight glare of malice.::

"...boys?"

::Justin looks up at the blob of a man in front of hiim::

(Dear Lord..how does he move from place to place?)

"I..uh..I'd like a two bed apartment with a kitchen and bath, if you have one."

::After standing there for quite some time Paz looks up to the other people standing at the counter::

"Whoa, sorry guys, a lil' out of it there, trying to figure out where the heck i'm supposed to go now. Guess i'll just look on the keychain and try to find that room number!"

(Duh! Now, which way to the stairs?)

"It's Paz by the way, see you 'round sometime!"

::Paz nods his head at the two people at the counter, then grunts at the landloard whilst walking past him into The Hallway.

:: Windy notes that the Landlord is somewhat of a lard. ::

(This is ridiculus! That fat blob is the Landlord! It's a surprise I ain't either laughing or freaking out!)

:: Windy looked back at the Landlord as Justin finished speaking. ::

"Can I please have a two bedroom apartment with kitchen and bath."

:: Windy turns back to Justin. ::

"It's just a name I use. Nothing special. Lot's of people do felt strange calling me Windy as 'Windy' isn't really a proper name."

(Hmm... Paz... and I didn't introduce myself before she went...)

:: The Landlord regards Windy with some distaste. ::

"Alright! Hold your horses."

:: He waddles out from behind the table and wipes his nose on his sleeve. ::

"Two bedroom, eh?"

:: He grabs a key chain off of a board and looks at it for a second. ::

"Yup, this is it. Follow me. "

:: The Landlord leaves his office. ::

::walks up to the counter and rings the bell::

"Hey! Anyone back there? I need a two bed apartment with a kitchen and bath, if it's available."

::looking around::

"And I'm sure there is one."

:: The Landlord enters his office again and notices Marc. He mutters under his breath ::

"Another one"

:: He walks behind his desk ::

"What was it? Two bedroom?"

:: He scratches himself and as he does this he takes a key off of the board ::

"This un'll do you just fine. Follow me"

:: With that he leaves his office to take Marc to his new apartment ::

::finding P3 closed, and having no way as of yet to get underground, Sam dashes to the CW Apartments::

"Landlord?!? I need a Penthouse."

::looks around tryng to see if anyone heard him::

:: Convinced that no one heard him, Sam considers trying again. ::

(Nah, maybe this above ground thing just isnt for me after all. I need to find a way underground.)

:: Makes a quick exit, heading for the Cemetary. ::

(If there's a way underground, I'm sure it's there.)

::Lirie walks in slowly, scanning the office in front of her. She grimaces, re-considering the whole apartment thing. Shrugging uncomfortably and glancing into the back room, she sees a wierdly outlined figure in the darkness. As the thought creeps into her mind, she takes a step aback in disgust::

(Oh holy mother of hryaks... cockroach alert... a freakin' huge cockroach... a mutant cockroach... a... landlord? blaugh...)

::She shakes her head, forcing herself to stay, reminding she was fond of roofs over her head::

"Hey... Landlord?"

(Is he alive, anyway? Well, if not, that will explain the smell...)

"Hello...? Desperate costumer at four o'clock!"

::Making sure the landlord doesn't see her, she swiftly motion her fingers, grabbing the bell that laid on the counter and tucking it into her suede jacket pocket. She scans the different unorganized papers, her eye being caught by a list of current tenants. With another swift motion the paper is in the other pocket. She decides against more snooping, cause she thinks she hears the landlord starts to trudge towards the reception area::

(Five years in a juvenile prison will teach you somethings... he won't miss it...)

"HEY!... who do I have to kill to get some attention here?"

::A grunt can be heard from inside the office and the Landlord finally appears. He scratches himself, as usual, and regrads Lirie, a grin on his face.::

"Well, well. What can I do for you? You seem urgently in need of... assistance."