An apartment RP
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Kristen finished some of the popcorn before going to her room, bidding adieu to them before curling up on the bed.
Hope you don't mind me starting the next morning with my entrance...
The next morning there was a ring at the door. A mousy girl stood outside, with long brown braids and a comfy grey cotton dress that matched her thick-rimmed glasses. She seemed to be trailing a palette, like the kind used in large stores to haul furniture, only bigger. It was dripping in what appeared to be her belongings, a collection of duffel bags and luggage, a painting or two, and stacks upon stacks of books.
Rufus' eyes snapped open, and he spent a moment staring at the white-washed ceiling, before scanning his surroundings, then clambered to his feet.
"Interesting. this room shall suffice." He said, then turned to the door and let himself out into the main apartment. As he was mentally mapping the place for future reference, he heard a ring at the door, and decided that it would be most suitable for him to answer, as everyone else appeared to be asleep.
"Lillian? Where have you been?!! I haven't seen you in months!" He exclaimed upon opening the door. "Oh! Please excuse me. Good morning! Would you like to come in and have a seat? I'm sure I can fix you up a drink while we wait for the others to join us. You may want to bring your things inside the apartment for now. There are... unsavoury people in the area..."
"Interesting. this room shall suffice." He said, then turned to the door and let himself out into the main apartment. As he was mentally mapping the place for future reference, he heard a ring at the door, and decided that it would be most suitable for him to answer, as everyone else appeared to be asleep.
"Lillian? Where have you been?!! I haven't seen you in months!" He exclaimed upon opening the door. "Oh! Please excuse me. Good morning! Would you like to come in and have a seat? I'm sure I can fix you up a drink while we wait for the others to join us. You may want to bring your things inside the apartment for now. There are... unsavoury people in the area..."
Lily blinked. "Rufus? I didn't know you were here! I was here to look into renting the apartment..." She looked sheepish. "There was a little... accident at my last flat and my boss isn't letting me sleep at the shop anymore." She seemed wistful about the last development, as if sleeping at her workplace was a privilege instead of a punishment.
"Ah. I can whole-heartedly understand your situation. I'm sorry." Rufus shifted to his other foot, Then stepped aside to hold the door open for Lillian. "And as of approximately 8 hours ago, we've been renting this apartment. But I'm sure we can all figure something out. We've still got a spare bedroom, so I'm sure they'd be more than happy to divide up the rent just a litle bit more. Please, do come in. I think the spare room is second on the right. I can't hear anything from in there."
Lily blinked. "Oh, really? You wouldn't mind? I'd hate to be a bother..." She tugged on her palette but remained hesitant, pushing up her glasses nervously. "Or just come in uninvited..."
"Come on, Mr. Zuch Mache. What happened three days ago, at that party - it was a one-time mistake, I promise. Please don't kick me out," Tim said to his landlord, ready to descend onto his knees for more effect.
"No. Tim, y' know, I'v always liked ye', ye'r strong 'n all, but 'dat time, that one time yer' talkin' 'bout now, it was the las' straw. I a'ready told me wife that ye' be gone from th're, today," replied his landlord.
Tim looked around the hospital. Tim lead a healthy life-style, and never had had any serious health problems, mostly due to knowing self-defense extremely well. The atmosphere in hospitals he despised, the smell, the workers, the rooms, everything about them he hated, and he had only come here to visit his landlord, who was in very bad shape.
"Hmph, fine, you fucking bastard."
Tim was usually polite to people who deserved it, and while Mache, his landlord, had a reason to do that, Tim still didn't like the man at all. He turned straight around, not even paying attention to what the man replied.
As he stepped out of the hospital, he first wanted to call his father, but was suddenly hit with the realization that his father had died 6 years ago. If there was one time Tim had felt emotional pain beyond what he ever thought he could, it was when his father died. Even though he was gone now, Tim never really wanted for him to be gone, and often thought of him.
"Damn, and my mom's in a retirement home. Well, I guess there's no need to bother her, it'll just make her worry," Tim thought to himself.
He bought a newspaper, and saw that a flat was up for rent.
"Skippidy-damn," he said, which was a quote from something he couldn't quite remember, but which he used a lot, "I'll better go see. If there are other people, maybe the pay'll be affordable."
He quickly glanced at the address, and luckily, knew where it was.
"I'm coming!" he screamed, feeling happy.
Even though he had a lot of baggage, and it was heavy, he got to the house pretty fast, as he had already been accustomed to carrying heavy weights for long periods of time. He knocked on the door, many times, and hard.
"Hey, anybody here?" he screamed, waiting for someone to reply.
"No. Tim, y' know, I'v always liked ye', ye'r strong 'n all, but 'dat time, that one time yer' talkin' 'bout now, it was the las' straw. I a'ready told me wife that ye' be gone from th're, today," replied his landlord.
Tim looked around the hospital. Tim lead a healthy life-style, and never had had any serious health problems, mostly due to knowing self-defense extremely well. The atmosphere in hospitals he despised, the smell, the workers, the rooms, everything about them he hated, and he had only come here to visit his landlord, who was in very bad shape.
"Hmph, fine, you fucking bastard."
Tim was usually polite to people who deserved it, and while Mache, his landlord, had a reason to do that, Tim still didn't like the man at all. He turned straight around, not even paying attention to what the man replied.
As he stepped out of the hospital, he first wanted to call his father, but was suddenly hit with the realization that his father had died 6 years ago. If there was one time Tim had felt emotional pain beyond what he ever thought he could, it was when his father died. Even though he was gone now, Tim never really wanted for him to be gone, and often thought of him.
"Damn, and my mom's in a retirement home. Well, I guess there's no need to bother her, it'll just make her worry," Tim thought to himself.
He bought a newspaper, and saw that a flat was up for rent.
"Skippidy-damn," he said, which was a quote from something he couldn't quite remember, but which he used a lot, "I'll better go see. If there are other people, maybe the pay'll be affordable."
He quickly glanced at the address, and luckily, knew where it was.
"I'm coming!" he screamed, feeling happy.
Even though he had a lot of baggage, and it was heavy, he got to the house pretty fast, as he had already been accustomed to carrying heavy weights for long periods of time. He knocked on the door, many times, and hard.
"Hey, anybody here?" he screamed, waiting for someone to reply.
You should update the first post with all the accepted sheets, it's better to, in the start, look up names from there. And talking of the RP itself, I'm definitely not going to pay as much rent if I have to sleep on the couch. 
"Hey, bro.. We need to talk"
Eric woke up to the voice of his roommate Paul.
"Alright, try again after 12 o' clock." Eric put a pillow over his head.
"I'm serious. Sara got kicked out, she's moving in with us. Or rather with me."
Eric was now fully awake. He looked at Paul for almost a minute before opening his mouth: "So what you're basically saying is that your retarded girlfriend needs somewhere to go, and now you're kicking me out? No way!"
"Look, I have been planning to do this for a long time, working on a way to put this to you. And now that Sara has gotten kicked out I don't even have a choice anymore. This place is small enough for one, not even mentioning two... I'm sorry, just make sure you're out before 6."
Eric was shocked. Moving out had not been his plan for the day. "You know what? Fuck you... Fuck you, fuck Sara, fuck this apartment, fuck everyone. I can't believe I've never saw you for what you are- an asshole." Eric was up from the bed, and was already putting his clothes on. He then got a duffel bag and started packing his stuff- it wasn't much.
"So I'm an asshole now?" Paul asked with a sad smile. "That's coming from the right person. You know, all of my friends hate you. You're just not nice. I'm sorry, it's just who you are. A douche bag."
"Screw you" Eric replied, already out of the door, walking away with his duffel bag on his side, and his guitar case on his back.
'Well, now what? Eric thought to himself. It was a sunny day, but he had nowhere to go. He tried calling to all his so called friends, but none of them had any place for him on a Saturday afternoon. He came across Sam's number in his phone-book. Eric knew Sam remotely but it had been a while since they last met. He was about to call, but then texted:
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Eric didn't have any high hopes about the response, but it was better than nothing. He then got up on his feet and started looking for a spot in the park to sleep for the night.
Eric woke up to the voice of his roommate Paul.
"Alright, try again after 12 o' clock." Eric put a pillow over his head.
"I'm serious. Sara got kicked out, she's moving in with us. Or rather with me."
Eric was now fully awake. He looked at Paul for almost a minute before opening his mouth: "So what you're basically saying is that your retarded girlfriend needs somewhere to go, and now you're kicking me out? No way!"
"Look, I have been planning to do this for a long time, working on a way to put this to you. And now that Sara has gotten kicked out I don't even have a choice anymore. This place is small enough for one, not even mentioning two... I'm sorry, just make sure you're out before 6."
Eric was shocked. Moving out had not been his plan for the day. "You know what? Fuck you... Fuck you, fuck Sara, fuck this apartment, fuck everyone. I can't believe I've never saw you for what you are- an asshole." Eric was up from the bed, and was already putting his clothes on. He then got a duffel bag and started packing his stuff- it wasn't much.
"So I'm an asshole now?" Paul asked with a sad smile. "That's coming from the right person. You know, all of my friends hate you. You're just not nice. I'm sorry, it's just who you are. A douche bag."
"Screw you" Eric replied, already out of the door, walking away with his duffel bag on his side, and his guitar case on his back.
'Well, now what? Eric thought to himself. It was a sunny day, but he had nowhere to go. He tried calling to all his so called friends, but none of them had any place for him on a Saturday afternoon. He came across Sam's number in his phone-book. Eric knew Sam remotely but it had been a while since they last met. He was about to call, but then texted:
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Hey, it's Eric. Just got kicked out, need a place to stay. Know of any? You still live in that old flat of yours?Eric didn't have any high hopes about the response, but it was better than nothing. He then got up on his feet and started looking for a spot in the park to sleep for the night.
Woke up some time this morning and was checking his paypal account and found a good 200$ in there Not as good when i first realeased Doublekill. But damn this is the life for me.
he looked up his emails to see if an one from a big game devloper looked at his aplication
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"damn it" was all Alex said he closed out his email then his computer started talking to him again
[blockquote]You know alex I may have just gained sentiance last night but Really dude its just a job there are plenty more out there[/blockquote]
Great now my computer is chewing me out
he quickly went back to working on Triplekill and found the Problom with the enemys not attacking the player fixed it and did a quick play trough the music was great fit the mood and the special weapons where near completion all Alex would have to do iss tack on prices then up load it to Jerico games.
he set his computer down on the bed and went out of his room stretching seeing another girl in the apartment
"hello" was all he said " wonder who is at the door " he opens the door as tim tries to knock again sending tim's fist into Alex's face
why is it always me he thought as he clutched his nose
he looked up his emails to see if an one from a big game devloper looked at his aplication
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Dear Alex Reed,
We regret to infrom you that we are not currently hireing any more but your Portfolio looks great we will keep you in mind during the next hireing season"damn it" was all Alex said he closed out his email then his computer started talking to him again
[blockquote]You know alex I may have just gained sentiance last night but Really dude its just a job there are plenty more out there[/blockquote]
Great now my computer is chewing me out
he quickly went back to working on Triplekill and found the Problom with the enemys not attacking the player fixed it and did a quick play trough the music was great fit the mood and the special weapons where near completion all Alex would have to do iss tack on prices then up load it to Jerico games.
he set his computer down on the bed and went out of his room stretching seeing another girl in the apartment
"hello" was all he said " wonder who is at the door " he opens the door as tim tries to knock again sending tim's fist into Alex's face
why is it always me he thought as he clutched his nose
i love psedo reality rps they are so fun all we need now is an evil genius named TONY
[sub]+10 friend points if you get the Reffrence[/sub]
[sub]+10 friend points if you get the Reffrence[/sub]
Sam got a text message.
"Alright." He said, and texted back.
"Dear Eric. No, I am not. I just got kicked out, but so had a lot of my friends. You can come over to the new flat, I still have a few couches. Bernard, my new landlord, probably wouldn't mind you." He texted.
"Alright." He said, and texted back.
"Dear Eric. No, I am not. I just got kicked out, but so had a lot of my friends. You can come over to the new flat, I still have a few couches. Bernard, my new landlord, probably wouldn't mind you." He texted.
THis is like Spaced, Except an RP!
Rufus looks up from getting Lillian a drink and pilfering some of Sam's pancakes to distribute around the table. A worried look crosses his face, and he hurries over to Alex to check if he is alright, before opening the door wider to allow Tim inside the apartment, and motions for him to head to the table. "Please, Take a seat and help yourself to some refreshments while I make sure Alex here is alright."
Fniff said:
Fraught's character. We assumed you accidentally missed the quote button when he submitted, because you said 'Approved' twice where his would have been on the list.