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DeirdreTonbo Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 2:11 pm
To whomever this apartment is assigned, This is your own place. Do with it as you wish, but you must stick to the general floorplan [as exemplified by the pics in the "About the Complex" sticky]. You may have guests over and you may move in with other residents. Keep in mind, however, that every apartment on the first and second floors has only one bedroom. The third floor contains apartments with two bedrooms. You may move to the third floor at any time though one of the management must be notified first.
Again, feel free to personalize your apartment and alter it as you see fit. Have fun!
~Deirdre
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 9:00 am
~~Ill make it nice and pretty when i figure out how i want it and once im "moved in" and i think of how i want it to be like~~
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 9:07 am
She walked down the hall holding and large brown cardbord box with the words " School Suplies " marked in bright red markers on all the sides fingering a key with a number inscribed on it . Number 109 ....Number 109 .....Ah here 109.. She sets the box down and looks at the key and then to the note on the door and then to the doorknob and back to the key. She shrugs slightly and fubles for a few seconds to get the key in and unlock the door. As the door slowly opens her heart sinks a bit looking over the white walls and the minor furnishings . Well its cozy... she shakes her head and shuffles out and pushes the box into the room looking around. She sets her hands on her hips and nods slightly smiling determined to make this place home. She turns and tugs the door pulling ito to then scampers back down stairs to get more stuff.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 9:15 am
Once back in her appartment with most of the boxes and bags from her car she begins sorting things out setting boxes and backs in there respected rooms humming as she works trying to think of witch room is should start with. She decides upon the living room as its the brightes and whites room. She sits down amongts the many boxes in the floor sliding the clostes one closer ripping it open pulling out things setting them in smaller piles around her. "Books books and more books....i have to lay off the books " she mused as she stacked book upon book on the floor by the couch.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 9:20 am
She looks around a sec thinking then hops up and opens the windo and the door to the balcony and then the hall door to get some air flow. she picks up a super soft throw and tossed it on the back of the couch. she squated by the coffie table and lined most of the books she had underneither in thankfull the table had a glass top. "Ill put a collage of pictures and other small tiny nick nacks under the glass like i did in the house" she commented as she carefuly lifted the glass off the table and rested it against the wall.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 9:28 am
She digs thru a few boxes looking biteing lip humming yet again "Oki after coffie table i need to geth the sterio up and playing i cant take the silence...Ah here they are" she pulls out a smaller clear boxs filled to the brin with pics and other things with a label stating "Scrapbooking". She kneels by one of the corners dumping some pics on the enty cofie table top digging thru the box till i find a yellowed map just big enough to fit the center of the table, Unfolding it slowly to not break it and laying it down giggling as i realise this is the map from my first road trip with my freinds and gets a great idea for the rest of the theme for the appartmen for now at least.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 10:02 am
She fingerd the dail on the sterio setting the volume and changin the cd humming along sorta dancing looking over the now completed coffie table smiling at the pins holdoing down pics of her and her freinds and diffrent points along the marked path on the map with little nick nacks and souvineres marking the way. She went into the kitchin opening boxes of pots and pans and china and glasses and silverware sorthing them out and stacking them by the sink to be washed before marking on a piece of papper to get dish detergent.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 10:09 am
Sining softly along with the music she laid a doormat out by the door and sets her shoes off on one corner and setting a small dish on the tiny table just inside the dorr dropping keys into it setting purse on the small shelf below it. "Now whats left? Ah! The lines and the bedroom. 'She dances off to the bedroom quickly making up the bed with lavender silk sheets for spring tossing lots of large fluffy pillows in matching shades of purples and soft pinks greens and blues onto the bed. she shoves a large chest over then moveing around to tug tiredly. Finaly moves around to plop heavily ontop it unable to move it any farther. "Oh well ill get it later"
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 10:14 am
She sighs softly streatching then gets up and goseintot the living room to sit in font of the empty entertainment center and begins to fill it with a tv a dvd player and s stack of dvs in the bottem drawer. she then steps out on the small balcony and looks over the edge at the cool pool."Ill have to go there soon"
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 11:47 am
Steps back inside and heads to the kitchin looking at the very few food staples and then grabs list and runs to door and shuts it grabbing purse on the way out locking the door behind me.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 11:56 am
A few hours latter arms laden with bags filled to the brim, she carefuly makes her way down the hall back to her appartment. After fumbling with the keys and the door she toed off her shoes at the door then made her way to the dining table and set everthing down returning to the door to shut it and put her keys in the tray by the door. she grabed the remote to the cd changer and changed the cd humming in time with it. She grabs a few bags and set them on the counter in the kitchin then opens and organizes everthing in a pattern starting with dry goods to frozen foods and from largest to smallest.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 12:00 pm
she scrambled up on the counters suddely cursing her short stature grumbling about how its not fairs shes only five foot two she grabed the boxes of cerile and lined them up on a shelf with pudings and other things along side. Then she hoped down and started stashing the rest of her foods in the fridge and frezzer humming softly.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 12:03 pm
Once all the food was placed in its appropriate place she went and gatherd all the boxes from moving and stashed them in the bedroom so it looked somewhat neater even if it would always be clitchy and chaotic but then she would have it no other way. She set a large clear box on the dining room table and grabed a bag of bathroom suplies off the table and grabed her robe off the back of the bedroom door and went to take a quick shower and get the bathroom sorted out.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 12:11 pm
Thirty minutes latter after a good long hot shower she walked out in a pair of form fitting tan capris and a blue coloerd tank top her waist lenth black hair was in a loose messy bun at the back of her head with a butterfly clamp in a matching shadfe of blue holding it up. She suddelny notcied she hastne put any pictures out and walks into the bedroom digging around thru boxes for a piel of them then carries out a few and sets them out on any flat surface i can find.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 12:15 pm
She steps into the kitchin to grab a premade salid she got from the store out of the fridge and a fork. then she gose and sits at the table looking over a lesson book for her classes humming trying to find creative ways to teach this stuff.
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