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 Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 1:57 am
 Floor 1
#101 - Hunter_Silver
#102
#103
#104
#105
#106
#107
#108
#109
#110
#111
#112 - Bunny RabbitFloor 2
#201
#202
#203
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Floor 3
#301
#302 - Reko
#303
#304
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#306 - Maku
#307 - CelestinaStar
#308
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#310- Queenie
#311 - Psiko
#312 - Yngwie
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 2:15 am
Psiko had thought the apartments had been run-down before, he stood corrected. Carefull he picked his way into the living room with his backpack, testing every new step under his weight to make sure the crooked floorboards wouldn't snap underneath him. Satisfied that he had stable footing, he set his backpack down and unzipped the largest pack, pulling several rolls of white nylon rope out along with heavy spikes with blunt hooks at the end.
"Be it ever so humble," he mumbled to himself, tapping on the wall and moving slowly sideways, searching for a beam.
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 5:10 pm
Down and across the hall, Reiko is fumbling with her key in the door. She continuously jiggles the handle and tries to turn the key, but is not successful in opening the door. Exasperated, she stands back for a moment and sighs. "Who needs ******** doors anyway?" she grumbles, then gives the door a good kick. It sails right off of it's hinges and out the opposite window with a loud crash shortly after. "Too bad about that car..." The woman walks to the center of the room, not doubting the stability of the place at all; she was light enough, and hey, if the floor dropped out, she would count the space below as part of her apartment. After surveying the dust and cobwebs, she smiles. "Home, sweet home."
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 10:38 pm
The hooks in place, plunged deep into the wooden beams within the wall, Psiko unraveled the lengths of rope, the pieces all pre-siliced a certain size. With care and precision, Psiko began by running the longest piece from hook to hook along the parimeter. The shortest piece he tied in a circle, leaving it in the center of the room. Using many intermediot pieces, he made lines from the outer circle to the inner circle, the lines holding the inner up into the air. Taking the longer pieces, he began tying the lines together until the pattern of a giant spider web appared. Climbing through, Psiko crawled into the cener of his web, laying on his back and staring at the cieling.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 12:17 pm
*she clutched the key to her chest as she made her way to the third floor and room 310. This building was a bit run down, but hey, who can argue with the really cheap rent. Andais got to her door and started to put the key to the lock, when it was made painfully clear that there was no lock and the key was useless. Locks were over rated anyways, if someone wanted in, she was almost positive they would do it, even with a lock present.*
Ahhhh...not too terribly horrible *glances at the run state of the apartment. There was still the original carpet from the 70's, shag and that nasty shade of godawful orangish-red that people were so enamored with. Curtains that were horrible dusty bunnie collectors. Andais wouldn't be surprised if she found Wookies living here.
Time to start cleaning I suppose. *gets to work*
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 12:23 pm
His eyes fluttering open, heavy from sleep, Psiko lets out a long yawn. Slowly he attempts to rub the sleep from his eyes... but finds his hands aren't moving. Tugging and turning this ways and that, it soon becomes clear to him that, somehow, he has been tangled in his own web.
"Betrayal in the ranks!" He cries out, writhing back and forth as he attempt to loosed himself from his bindings.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 8:20 pm
Yngwie, in the middle of enjoying a late night fried pizza on a stick, hears a muffled yell emanating from room 311. Curiosity piqued, he lazily saunters through the unlocked door to find...
"Heya, pal."
Casually lighting a match, he burns Psiko's bonds away, causing the previously suspended man-spider-thing to hit the ground with an audible "WHUMPF".
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 12:23 am
Bursting out of his singed bonds like the Hulk out of a Wal-Mart polo shirt, Psiko stands, brushing himself off.
"Much Apprciated," he mutters. Reaching into the infinite space of the 'middle-verse' Psiko pulls out a broom and dust-pan before going about sweeping up the nylon ashes.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 4:24 pm
*Turns her head as she hears the thumps from down the hall. Andais shrugged and continue to rip out the carpet from the floor, she had her heart set on Pergo Wood floors, even if she had to lay herself.*
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 10:23 pm
Yngwie, apparently satisfied with the fact that he had saved the day using naught but a match and some good old fashioned Samaritan Kindness, makes his way back to his room at the end of the hall. The door shuts, and the sounds of late 70's to early 80's Britrock intermingled with the soundtrack to a cheap German pornographic film can be heard faintly in the backround.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 5:50 pm
A car can be heard pulling up into the driveway. I step out and make sure to lock my car. You never know what kind of neighborhood this is. As i step up to the front door i notice i forgot my key "damn" i yell out. fumbling though my pocket i find my wallet and pull out a credit card then i push it between the door and the doorway. As i push the card through the door slides open. "Oh well guess anyone's welcome" looks around " hmm now which room is mine?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 7:36 pm
*CRASH*
*CRASH*
*CRASH*
Yngwie's head juts through the hole it had just made in the ceiling. Quizzically regarding the stranger, he reads from the South Barton Apartment Rules and Regulations Manual in his hand:
"Noobs get the first floor."
*WHUMPF*
*WHUMPF*
*WHUMPF*
As quickly as the head had appeared, it dissappeared back from whence it came, leaving little trace save except for a large, head sized hole and some leftover ceiling debris on the floor.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 4:19 pm
walks down the hall to room #1 leaves his bags in there and opens one up. then he staples a piece of paper on the door it reads "Enter at your own risk. Out for a beer" then he heads back out to his car and drives off.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 12:06 am
*finishes laying her new floors in all rooms and dusts her hands off* Now...to get the furniture up the stairs... *scratches her head trying to figure that out and just passes out cold on the floor, thinking for Andais just took too much after laying the floor down* pirate
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 7:22 pm
A car comes screeching back into the parking lot. Then the front door is opened and i come stumbling in cheese_whine i then shout "I'm home" then loose my balance and fall down to the floor thud cool "im cool im alright everything is okay. ohh, pergo floors they weren't here before. were they?" then he passes out. thud.
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