Sitting Room, Lounge (Second Floor)

Once you make it up those stairs from the kitchen, there is the quaint
sitting room. Lining two of the walls are built in bookshelves compacted with novels of
all genres. In the center, rest a few old but well kept armchairs, a couch, and a dark
chipped coffee table that are usually cornered in books.

 Theodore Fisher | Landlord

Eh, crap post.

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 Junhong lay comfortably in a ball of his body on an armchair, head rested on the sides of
the chair, legs curled up to his stomach in a rolling position. His eyes were half open,
half dreamy once the lights above him became blurry and much of a hassle to look at. He
was especially tired, that evening,doing nothing but sit around. Hell, there was nothing
for him to do at all; and what's not to like about a day with no schedule? The blonde
huffed out exhausted noises, not that the stubborn mess would find a source of
entertainment, but he opened and closed his eyes. Waiting for some magic grandmother fairy
to make his wishes come true.

Minutes later, still nothing. It was too quiet, to say the least, but the Asian had no
trouble finding something to look at. His eyes gazed over the books on the shelf by the
walls, glued, yet his motivation to get up was far too low for him to move his feet. Stuck
in the position, curled up and tight, he lacked any motivation whatsoever, and returned to
look at the patterns on the chair. His new entertainment.

Ava strutted in, all short dark hair and large green eyes framed by makeup.
Although it was December, she wore a denim tank top, showing off her tattoo sleeve of
various classic video game characters. She walked up to Choi, and then beside him where
all the movies were kept.

Mary walked up the steps quietly. She hadn't met any of the other people in the building
yet, and she wasn't sure who would be up there. She wasn't really in the mood to meet
people, but she never really was. She reached the door way hoping the room was empty, but
half willing to talk to someone if they were in there. She saw the two people in the room 
and considered turning back. Mary new she'd have to meet them sometime, so she continued
anyways. "..Hello." She said awkwardly, as she glanced around the room, looking at the new
surroundings.

Mary Lee, 21

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Adonis Ares Erebus, 25

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Beulah Bronwyn, 89

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"Lord of the Rings, The Conjuring, or Mean Girls?" asked Ava, turning around. She
was model pretty, but of course she was a model. A model going to school for forensic
photography. At least modelling was better than stripping, which was her only other
option.

"Lord of the Rings. I've never seen the conjuring and Mean Girls Is just not as good."
She replied. Mary looked at the girl for a second. The girl was pretty. Mary wondered
about her, and who she was. She seemed decent, and Mary wasn't one to judge right off the
bat. But, if she didn't like someone she could get aggressive. "What's your name?" She
asked, skimming the the books with with her finger tips.

Mary Lee, 21

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Adonis Ares Erebus, 25

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Beulah Bronwyn, 89

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"Ava." She said, turning to get the three seperate DVDs. You could see her sleeve
done when she did that, and were greeted by the Big Daddy right on her shoulder. She loved
her tattoo.

 (Mind if I join??)

Jane Butler  ○ 21  ○ Struggling Screenwriter 



James Amis ○ 23 ○ Lost Antisocial 

((no i dont we're not doing much you walk in to see a tattooed model lady
brandishing a Director's cut version of Lord of the Rings))

Jane sat comfortably in the back of a run down NYC taxi, holding her dogs on plain
black and white leashes. Earlier, it was almost impossible to call one over, seeing as her
dogs made everything twice as difficult. Eventually a cab had stopped and a man in his
late fifties or early sixties greeter her into the car.  He explained to her how he never
usually let dogs into his cab but saw how troubled she looked and decided to help Jane
out. 

From then on, their conversations were short and ranged from many topics. Snowflakes
crushed against the windshield as he drove the busy streets of New York; half an hour from
the airport he made a sharp stop. She could barely see her way out of the frosted window
but from the outline, she knew where they were.

Digging through her bag, she finally managed to pull out her wallet and collect the money
she owed the man. He called out to her and told her this ride was on him, she declined but
he persisted. 

After some time, she finally took his offer and lifted herself from the back seat and to
the street. Her dogs followed suit, patting either legs on the freezing concrete not being
able to stand still. “Thank you so much, you’ve really made my day.” They said their
goodbyes and the man drove off. Jane froze and forgot to ask the man’s name but it was
already to late, but in high hopes she jotted down his cab number and figured they might
meet again one day. 

Excited, Jane bounced in her spot and faced the old apartment doors, reading the notice
that was posted up. 

The door’s unlocked, so make yourself comfortable.  

Creeping open the door slightly, Jane peered in and glanced around to see if anyone was
around, hearing the faint noise of conversation upstairs. Her face gleamed and she
continued into the flats, the sound of slight pitter-patter from her dog’s nails.
Without looking around, she jogged up the stairs to her right and met with a few other
tenants. A young bleached blond hair boy sat in an armchair, a beautiful tattooed woman
holding a cased film, and a fiery red haired woman who appeared to be talking to the
other. 

“I really hope I’m not bothering, the notice said to come in.”

Her dogs hopped in place before yanking the leashes from Jane's hand to greet the others
with animated barks and sniffs. 

"No-no-no-no!!" She exclaimed, running after the two overly thrilled Shiba Inus, fearing
one of the tenants had a phobia of dogs.

Jane Butler  ○ 21  ○ Struggling Screenwriter 



James Amis ○ 23 ○ Lost Antisocial 

Ava looked down at the Shiba Inus, and she kneeled down, scratching one between
the ears. Smiling softly, she looked back up at the owner. "Sorry, I just love animals.
Grew up in the U.P., so we had a lot of them." She stood back up, then stretched. "We've
decided on the Lord of the Rings, if you want to spend the next fourteen hours with us."
She had to wait until her agency contacted her before anything.

 Jane laughed softly and nodded, pointing to the Shiba Inu the tattooed woman
petted, “His name is Cocoa-“ Pointing over to the other one, “And he’s Mocha, they
are both rather mellow but they get excited once the meet new people.” Cocoa stayed
close to the woman and rested his legs onto her standing lap, begging to be picked up; his
brother mimicked. 

Jane sighed, calling them off of her but they remained on their back legs. 

“I’m sorry, they can be so stubborn sometimes.” While dropping her bags onto the
floor, she walked closer to woman, pulling off her dogs and picking them up into her arms.


“I’m Jane, I don’t believe I caught your name.”  Shifting her pups down into her
hooped arms, they panted in joy and licked her face simultaneously.

Jane Butler  ○ 21  ○ Struggling Screenwriter 



James Amis ○ 23 ○ Lost Antisocial 

"Ava. And actually, I got the word I was rooming with a Jane." She smiled. She put
the two last movies back on the shelf, turning around on her heal. "I think you're the
only Jane here...?"

Jane’s eyes beamed as she smiled, enjoying the idea of sharing a room with
someone so sweet and didn’t hate the company of dogs.  Ava. She kept a
mental note of the name and gave a short nod to her confusion, “So far I have only met
you three, maybe the landlord mentioned a surname?” 

“Butler.” Jane added, setting down the mutts who were nipping at her to set them
down.

Mocha and Cocoa hopped around but this time they close to Jane's ankles. Playing with each
other, they eventually managed to tired each other out and sit at the their owner's feet.
Sitting close together, their tongues hung low and they both panted in unison.

Jane Butler  ○ 21  ○ Struggling Screenwriter 



James Amis ○ 23 ○ Lost Antisocial 

( Leaving the topic x: )