The chair was wobbling under her as she reached up to fasten the last corner of the backdrop. She had spent all yesterday painting it and was looking forward to finally be able to photograph with it. The problem was just getting it high enough. She wasn’t especially tall, and the lader had been stolen for some weird sculpture in the back yard, so she had to make due with the wobbly chair. She placed a foot on the back of it and leaned up even higher, and just as she pushed the silver tape against the wall, the chair jolted under her. Before she ended up on the floor with potential broken bones, she managed to catch her balance and quickly climbed down from it. “Shit,” she breather out and brushed her clammy hands over the fluffy grey shirt she wore, before looking up at the backdrop. Now one of the walls in her room looked like a black and white forest. The doorbell rang and her eyes darted over to the watch. “Double shit.” Once again she had lost track of time, and all the stuff she was supposed to do before their new tenant arrived had not been done at all. Sometime’s she really regretted agreeing to manage their little artsy community that lived in the old three story house. She was good at keeping track of other doing their part, but when it came to the stuff she needed to do… not so much. Before leaving the room, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her bleached hair was a wavy mess as always, her black band t-shirt had several spots of paint on it. “Great,” she sighed and picked up some red lipstick and smeared it on, before pulling on a flowery cardigan. It probably did a good job at making a first impression. The door rang again. “I’m coming!” she yelled as she ran out of her room. She pulled her socks up her ankles while she walked down the grand wooden stairs, and stopped long enough to tie the laces on of her sneakers, before finally arriving at the first floor and running over to the entrance. It was big double doors with old stained glass in, so their new arrival had probably already gotten their first view of their new home. Piles of books everywhere, half done painting leaning against them, all sorts of art equipment lying around. It wasn’t a tidy house, and there probably was more dust around then it should, but she liked it. Drifted furniture, all kinds of paintings and pictures on the wall, green plants stuck between all their mess. “Hi!” she pretty much squealed when she opened the door and looked at their new flatmate. “Sorry, had some art crises. Welcome to the mad house! I’m Robyn,” she said and held out her hand, smiling big. “Your room is actually right next to mine!” Robyn CS (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Robyn CS (open) Robyn CS (close) Name: Robyn Lane Age: 25 About: She was an art student like most of the tenants, and have lived in the house for almost five years now. Her major was photography, and she's now trying to make it as a freelance art photographer. She's always happy and positive, but can also be very strict if someone isn't pulling their part. So even though she looks all sweet and innocent, she's pretty though and will never let herself be messed with. Always enjoys a good party and is always late for stuff – which is why she can barely keep a job. Usually up all night and sleep all day. Appearance: she bleach her hair whenever she can afford it, en enjoy's wearing eyeliner and lipstick. Her clothes are several styles mixed together, and she isn't really worried about how she looks. Is pretty short, but makes it up with talking loud if anyone tried to ignore her.