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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 1:13 pm
A place to live for those just moving into town. There never is, nor ever was an owner, it was a building that was brought together by the townsfolk to welcome visitors that may pass through. Since there is no owner/landlord, if something goes wrong in your building then you better be prepared to gain the title "Mr./Ms fix-it" because it's your problem now.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 8:08 pm
rayne drew her eyes from the sidewalk and looked up at the building before her. the sign on the front read the name of the flats in barely legible letters. she sighed, then fumbled around in her backback for the keys the city hall had given her. reading the number from them, she stepped up into the doorway and opened it. the door swung open to pitch blackness, and she summoned up her courage- stepping inside and closing the door behind her.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 8:16 pm
once her eyes adjusted to the lack of lighting, she walked forward looking around for the elevator. she found it; but decided to take the stairs instead. she climbed up, holding her key clenched tightly in her hand, and stopped finally on the fith floor. she walked along the hallway to find the last, fith door. wow. she thought 5-5. i wonder if that will come to mean something.. shugging, she found the keyhole and inserted the peice of fitted metal to the lock. carefully turning, she opened the door and felt around for a light switch. she found it and flicked upward. the room she was in was covered in dust with an old, mustard-yellow couch one one wall and a painted-black coffee table shoved to the other side. the walls were a gross mint-green.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 8:24 pm
Rayne slowly strode from room to room, flicking lights on as she went. every room was covered in dust and all the walls were painted that same mint-green color this place was going to be alot of work... she found the bedroom, a small, windowless space with a single mattress on the floor and a door to one side she assumed was a closet. she was not sleeping in here. she dragged the mattress out into the living room, noticing the boxes against the wall for the first time. so her things had gotten there before she had. not bothering to worry about how the shippers had gotten into the appartment without a key, she ripped open a box and made a bed against the only wall with the window. she opened another box and dressed sitting on the floor, out of view of anyone outside. she then got up, shut off all the lights, made sure the door was securly dead-bolted, and was asleep before she hit her makeshift bed.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 7:08 pm
Entering the building, he immediatly sought out the stairs. Up and up he went, continuing along the stairs path until he reached the top floor, nearly heading out onto the roof. As he circled around the top floor of the crude appartment building, he passed his hand over every door. He kept walking until finding one that had no reading to him. Entering into it, he found it to be barren and hollow. "Perfect", was all the man said before closing the door behind him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 12:31 pm
As he entered in upon the room he'd planned to inhabit for a while. Small details surprised him, such as the fact that there'd already been a bed within the room, along with all the other pointless necessities. Television, couches, hell even a box of Captain crunch in the kitchen cupboard. It was as if this was a hotel room, not an apartment. Passing in further, he entered the bathroom.
Drawing a bath, he found the water to be crystal clear. It seemed slightly unusual for him, for he'd been used to not entirely pure water. As the tub filled completly, he stripped from his many layers and delved into it, water splashing over the sides. As he layed within the tub, his mind seemed to melt. Things he once cared about, things that haunted him. They all seemed to drift away in this instant.
He looked upon his arm in a spare moment, drawing his attention to a few needles that he'd skewered through his skin quite a while before. As each one left his body, tiny droplets of blood left him, mixing with the bathtub's water, tainting that which seemed so pure. It was then that he was truly at rest, and layed back in the tub.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 8:56 pm
Hmm... It seems as though I'd passed out... What "luck" I didn't drown... Even his inner voice was dripping with sarcasm. Holding each side of the tub, he pushed down to lift himself up and out of the water. After a brief toweling off, he threw his clothes back on and left both his room and the apartment building. His feet taking him just down the road.
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 9:03 pm
The sun set behind the horizon, and the stirring animals of the surrounding areas calmed almost instantly. The night came just like every other night, just as dark as the previous days' end. The apartment complex had been renovated and fixed once more since a certain someone came to reside within its walls.
Room 131 has been sealed for over a year now, and nobody knows the reasons as to why...
"...Ugh...What hit me?"
The strange voice came from the shadows of the room, it had all been boarded up and completely sealed upon this man's last entry.
"...Man... I've never been out that long before... must be these wings..."
He stood from where he had fallen to the floor, so many days ago, to his full height, just shy of six feet tall now. While he slumbered his body aged with him, making him taller than his five-seven when he fell into "hibernation". His bone structure had remained the same, skinny and frail, but his muscles had become more pronounced, no longer just firm and tone, now they were ripped, and gleaming in the light his presence seemed to radiate.
"Hmm... I might be able to get used to this... and these wings... I wonder if they actually serve their purpose..."
He strode to the doorway, and tried to open it. The door wouldn't open willingly, so he decided to force it. With a sickening "CRACK!" the wood splintered and the door swung open as if it had been bludgeoned with a twenty pound sledge hammer. It hung there, hinges askew, like a dead man in a noose. He stepped from his makeshift prison, and looked up at the stars.
"...Beautiful...Let's see... if flying is all it's cracked up to be."
With that said, he leapt from the ground and into the night sky, naught but a shadow in the darkness.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 11:36 am
The ability to fly for days on end now at his disposal, he returned to his now vacant apartment. Summoning his will and all the concentration he could muster, he began to focus on the task of retracting his wings into his back. Strain and exhaustion pulling at his mind, it took everything he had left to stay concious through the ordeal. With a sickening crack of dislocating bones and joints, the wings collapsed and disappeared within his back, now nothing but mere scar's where the giant appendages had been moments before. Panting from the exertion, he flopped down onto his bed.
"Holy....s**t...that...hurt..."
Realizing his body will have more than enough time to adjust to it, he decided to go to sleep now that he had discovered his new strengths.
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