Apartments of Anarchy

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(Starter Info: Rose Kissentia is a petite french girl with brown hair and bright blue eyes, height 5'2", weight 110, age 22, and lives in room #403)

Rose walked down the hallway to her new apartment. She unlocked her door and sat on the couch after kicking her heels off. "Another long day at work," she sighed as she flicked on her TV to watch the evening news. Rose worked at a care home two twelve hour shifts during the weekend. Her weekdays were free. She continued watching the evening news and began to fall asleep on the couch, too tired to get up and move to her big double bed.
 
Kay watched two people come out of the elevator and waved at them. "Hello." She smiled, glad to see someone new, and then turned to find out what floor she was on.
 
Name: Christopher Lupin
Age: 22
Race: Human Magician

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Soft whistling, the sounds of gears turning, and the inner workings of machinery could be heard from a near by elevator as it made its way open. From the elevator doors emerged a strapping young gentlemen. He appeared to be within his twenties, his light brown hair was pushed down at the sides by a pair of gold elegant looking headphones as well as a similarly styled pair of golden goggles. The goggles were currently resting against his forehead, away from his set of light green eyes. Holstered to the mans left side was a Dessert Eagle hand gun, that was either painted gold or constructed entirely of it.

When the man made his way out of the elevator, so did a rather large cart filled to the brim with machinery and laboratory equipment that perhaps, might puzzle the average scientist. The large cart could barely fit within the confides of the small elevator from which it had came, but nonetheless it followed the man, the tiny golden metal wheels it was set on rolling along by and unknown power source.

The man had been making his way through the hallway he was in, but suddenly stopped in front of a door. The cart made a full stop itself although it was given no direction to do so. The man turned to face the door and scratched his head a bit, readjusting his goggles in the process.

"Something's wrong." The man said rather bluntly.

The door the man was standing in front of had a small silver name plate attached to it, it read, "HALL CLOSET 21B"
 
After putting away the last of her equipment, Saja went to the kitchen and pulled out some of the deer meat and fried it up then sat down to eat. After a few bites she shoved a morsel around the plate while deep in thought. She didn't really want to fight anyone, even if it was for a job. What if they died? No, she didn't want a job that bad. Saja in that moment decided to take her name off that list.
 
Unfortunately, due to various IRL commitments, I am culling internet usage. Unfortunately, this means I will not be able to continue running Apartments of Anarchy. It's been fun.
 
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