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[MistressOfSimplicity]

Cheap Thrills.

Imogen Hallows is an apartment building off in what's labeled as the 'Hipster district' in town. It's most known for being a party block, with the friendliest of tenants. The area Imogen Hallows is located in is chalk full of shops, restaurants and much more weird hipster things. Our story starts there, in the 'Hipster district' of a city called Oxtown.


Imogen Hallows recently lost a couple of tenants after an infestation of sorts, and just recently tore down the entire building to rebuild and renovate.


With the opening of the new and improved Imogen Hallows, the landlady has put an ad in the news paper inviting interesting individuals of all race, religion and color to her newly renovated apartments. Rent is cheap, the area is safe and the apartments are brand new!


It's the find of a lifetime for a student, or someone who doesn't want to spend a lot of money on where they want to live.


All the landlady asks is no children and the tenants must be between the age of 19 and 28.


For the new tenants of Imogen Hallows, everyday life is a struggle. Nothing comes easy for these folks unless their parents are loaded, or they got some good inheritance money.


So join the new tenants of Imogen Hallow as they take charge of their summer.

 

[MistressOfSimplicity]

Mila "Milly" Thygeri


Apartment A-5.


Location: Fumbling with keys at her front door.


OOTD: Mila
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What a long night... Mila thought to herself.


With a light yawn, she shoved her hand into the back pocket of her jeans and fished out her keys. She fumbled for a moment, trying to figure out which key opened the front door. She had too many keys and too often did she never remember which one was to unlock which. It didn't help that she had a pounding headache and had been up almost all night, shy of the ten minute nap she snagged in the bathroom of the nightclub. The only reason she was at the night club is because she heard from her work that a person of interest frequented there and she was to snap some pictures of them along with an interview. It was safe to say that Mila had done her job just fine, she managed to snag a few good pictures of the cute bartender and some of the person of interest, as well as some words for her article. It was a successful night to say the least, but Mila was used to going to bed early due to work so early in the morning. She had to call in to her boss today to get the day off to sleep and she had promised that she'd have the article done by the end of this week, which wasn't that far away.


"Oh you have to be fucking kidding me..." She growled as she finally got the door open.


The door, even though new, often liked getting jammed on nothing at all. This forced Mila to have to hip check it open every single time, and she could see the form of a purple bruise on her hip. She usually paid no mind to having to do it, however she wasn't in the mood for any kind of bullshit. And that door to her, classified as bullshit. She stumbled into the doorway and then pulled the second door open- happy that it did not need a key to open. Perhaps the double doors in the front was to scare off any criminal who decided to break into the place- who wanted to have to open two doors instead of one? She pushed the thoughts to the back of her head and made her way to her door, A-5, where again, she stood guessing which key would open it.
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[amethysty]

Mira Isa

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Once again, Mira was spending the night in her room, cramming for her Statistics exam, which, contrary to what she's heard from others who'd taken the class, wasn't that easy of a course. Maybe it was all the numbers which always found a way to get jumbled around in her head, or it was her utter lack of sleep, or the fact that she might have to take up a third job, she didn't know. All she knew was that she had utterly bombed the first exam, and was most certainly not going to jeopardize her full scholarship by failing what everyone claimed was an easy course.


She placed down her mechanical pencil on her bed, which also served as her study desk since she hadn't find the money or place to buy a proper table. Mira wanted to scream in frustration, and she decided to do just that. She grabbed one of her throw pillows, which was covered in a distinctly Arabic geometric design, one of the only thing from her mother she had taken when she left that terrible house where he resided, and screamed. It didn't silence her out completely, but muffled her voice enough that her neighbors wouldn't think she was getting murdered in the comfort of her own home.


It wasn't enough however, and reluctantly, she decided to take a break. "No use studying if its going in through one ear and out the other right?" She thought, swinging her legs off her bed and pushing her self up, the end of her sweater barely covering her underwear as she walked towards her kitchen. Mira rubbed her face, trying to expel some of the tiredness setting into her bones. Everything ached from hours of being hunched over the book, and getting up and walking was popping every joint in her body.


When she reached the kitchen, she reached for one of her many, many packages of dates. It was the kind of dates that were soaked in honey, which made them incredibly soft and sweet. She popped one date in her mouth, eating around the seed, while pulling out her jug of buttermilk.


"Buttermilk and dates, the perfect combo," She thought, spitting out the seed in the trash as she passed by it. She poured herself a couple of the tangy and delicious dairy product, leaning against the counter as she eat her midnight meal, which when money grew tight, was her only meal. She faintly heard the sounds of her neighbor, a German girl she faintly recalled from when they first talked, entering her apartment, and what sounded like a, "Fuck me."


"Maybe another time," Mira thought, finishing up her dates, filling the cup with water, before leaving it in the slowly filling sink, and returning to her room to tackle the lovely subject of statistics.

Location : Apartment A-4


Interactions : None, mention of Mila.


Thoughts : Buttermilk and dates are amazing, while statistics is an awful subject.

 

[TimeToSayGoodbye]

Christine

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Laughter filled the hallways, and Christine was making her way up the stairs with another drunken body. She seemed to always pick up the most interesting figures on her night shifts. This one was a tall, lanky boy with black hair that was a little too pale, but had a nice face. His eyes are what attracted her, a piercing blue. It drew her in.

As they made their way towards her apartment, exchanging laughs and messy kisses, the boy who's name she couldn't remember stumbled into a random door. This caused a loud banging noise, but Christine only giggled and tried to shush the boy. Her neighbors would hate her in the morning, but they'd get over it.

Finally, the two made it into the apartment, but as Christine turned to lock the door, the boy slouched on the couch. When she finally turned around he was fast asleep. "Great," Christine huffed. "Why do I even try?" She marched over to couch, and covered the stranger in a blanket. Down the short hallway, she made it to her room and quickly changed into an oversized t-shirt, and some fluffy socks. Now her night would be just like every other; watching Shameless on Netflix, and smoking a joint until she passed out.

 

[Quillicious]

Ollie had just finished his shift delivering pizzas, and rolled his eyes as he saw his neighbor making out with some guy. Then, they slammed into his door. He was at the top of the stairs, just watching them with an amused smirk. Hopefully the weekend would come quick, so he could get back to working at the bar. He tossed his keys into the air and caught them, unlocking the door.


"Home, sweet home."


As Ollie flicked on the lights he kicked the door, shutting it. He walked over to his speakers and amp, turning them all up to the max. Picking up his dark blue electric guitar, he turned his pick between fingers, thinking of what to do.


Wanna be loud? Let's get loud, then...


Ollie played a chord at random, his eardrums almost bursting from the volume. Sighing in content, he started jamming out to one of his personal favorites. He was sure everyone in the building could hear him to some degree.


"Wooo!"

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[Clarke]

Jess was in the woods, happily walking across a patch of soft earth without shoes when she was sharply pulled out of the dream and back into her new bed. The neighbor was blasting music at what had to be the loudest setting and the wall they shared did nothing to muffle it. Wonderful. She laid there a few moments, trying to hang onto the dream about the woods. She had the faintest impression that she was a bear in her dream as the memories of it faded. Her frustration manifested as an unhappy sigh as she swung her legs over the side of her bed. If she'd been better rested she might have considred waiting for her neighbor to stop, or maybe just staying up and commenting about it tomorrow. But she was dead tired, she had class tomorrow morning, and a pitch meeting at work right after. Jess didn't have the energy to weigh her options. She stepped into her slippers and headed for her door. She briefly considered turning back as she opened it. The light from the hallway reminded her she was in a rediculously oversized and slightly stained tee shirt that covered her boy shorts, and that her hair could probably pass as a tumbleweed. "Fuck it," she thought. "I'll be embarrassed tomorrow." She stepped out, took a couple of steps to her noisy neighbor's door, and proceeded to slam the side of her fist into it with all the ferocity of an angry bear.

 

[Amy3173]

Celia jumped out of her bed at the sound of the music. "Che cazzo? È troppo cazzo di inizio per questa merda," Celia hissed in Italian (It roughly translates to "What the fuck? It's too early for this fucking shit"). She rubbed her eyes and rolled out of bed, tripping on some of her boxes that still needed to be unpacked. "Cazzo!" She reached for the lightswitch on her wall and sighed. "Jesus... I really need to crack down on unpacking," she said as she poked her head outside her room and looked at the boxes. "If I'm awake, I might as well unpack... Thanks asshole..."


She headed into her kitchen for a late night snack in her kitchen and she pulled out a small tub of chocolate chip cookie dough and a spoon. She sat down in the middle of her living room floor and started going through boxes and her ice cream, waiting for the music to stop, so she could rest.


"Would it be so bad if I stayed up all night and unpacked, and then slept all day..." she said to herself through a spoonful of ice cream as she organized stacks of books, movies, and games, making sure everything was by series, in order, and alphabetized in piles, so whenever she decided to get up and put stuff in the shelves, it was ready to go.

 

[Annanas]

ROYDON MAXWELL

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location: flat, hallway


thoughts: exams, loud music, neighbours


interactions: none


Roydon was lazily hanging around on his couch in the living room, and zapping through the nightly tv program. He couldn't sleep which was really nothing unusual since he was in the middle of an exam peroid so whenever he closed his eyes, he would just see exam questions, numbers calculuses and angry professors everywhere. He rubbed his face and sighed while he stopped at a double episode of Criminal Minds. He had finished the first one a couple of minutes ago and skipped it due to the commercial break, but another one couldn't really hurt him. He leaned back into the cushions and adjusted his glasses. Normally, he wore contacts, but whenever he arrived at his flat, he changed into his glasses since contacts could really redden his eyes over a long period of time, and they were uncomfortable and complicated. Also, he preferred wearing glasses when writing exams or studying in the library. Aprops studying, he could also spend his time more useful and go through his presention which he would be conducting tomorrow afternoon. But then again he was way too lazy to do it right now.


He was just in the middle of the episode when he found out who the murder was, and after that, he was a bit bored and also figured he had gotten hungry. While thinking about that, he realized he didn't eat anything for dinner, because he was so focused on his presentation. Roydon stood up, stretched and walked to his kitchen where he checked his fridge. Only a bottle of milk and a scruffy pre-prepared salad. Heck, he had also forgotten to stop by a market when he biked home from university. Grunting, he took a pull on the bottle, and threw away the salad. And now he was even hungrier. If he had just stayed in his bed, he would most probably be asleep by now and not care about his empty stomach.


After some thinking, and another sip, he decided to visit the local store which was just a couple of houses away. After all, he hadn't anything better to do, and he was way too hungry to fall asleep. It was late, and he was sure there were just a few people on the streets, so he just slipped on a sweater over his sleeping shirt. He wasn't in the mood of changing the dark grey sweatpants or his glasses, and his hair was still all messy and tousled, but seriously, who cared about that. Roydon had just entered the little corridor and grabbed his keys when he realized the muffled sound of a booming bass. He furrowed his brows. For god's sake, who the hell had decided to turn his music on full volume in the middle of the night? Roydon opened the front door and the volume increased. Holy Mother Church, was there a house party going on in there? Wait, that's right above me. That must be the bartender. Roydon had forgotten his name. Something with O. Umn, Oscar, Oswald ...