block 207a neighborly RP.
neighborly OC here.
To my dear tenants, welcome to Millhouse Apartments. You'll find that when you get to your separate apartments, you have your basic bathroom, your own bedroom, just enough space for a dining area and a living area, and a spare room for whatever you might want to put. There are trash chutes (Please, do segregate your trash) on the second floor. My room is on the ground floor if you need me.
Now, there are several things you have to remember.
1. You are free to do anything you want, with the exception of extreme violence and all those mature things. Keep that to yourself, or take it somewhere else.
2. Please, do get along with each other. I can't have anyone create too much noise as I am living on the ground floor and can hear all your noise.
3. Please. Be mature enough. You don't want the other tenants making a bad impression of you, and
4. Do enjoy your stay here.
Sincerely,
Mr. Maddox, the landlord.
p.s. Check the letter board to the left of the cork board for the addresses.
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neighborly OC here.
To my dear tenants, welcome to Millhouse Apartments. You'll find that when you get to your separate apartments, you have your basic bathroom, your own bedroom, just enough space for a dining area and a living area, and a spare room for whatever you might want to put. There are trash chutes (Please, do segregate your trash) on the second floor. My room is on the ground floor if you need me.
Now, there are several things you have to remember.
1. You are free to do anything you want, with the exception of extreme violence and all those mature things. Keep that to yourself, or take it somewhere else.
2. Please, do get along with each other. I can't have anyone create too much noise as I am living on the ground floor and can hear all your noise.
3. Please. Be mature enough. You don't want the other tenants making a bad impression of you, and
4. Do enjoy your stay here.
Sincerely,
Mr. Maddox, the landlord.
p.s. Check the letter board to the left of the cork board for the addresses.
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Angela opens the main doors of the Millhouse Apartment building with hands full with two brown paper bags of groceries. She struggles to close the door, and she shuffles hastily to Room 1000. With the heavy bag still in her arm, she tries to keep it there while pressing the doorbell.
"Dad! Please, open the door! These are heavy!" she says hastily as she waits for the forest green door to open. She paces impatiently down the hall until she hears a creak behind her. Out of the slightly opened door, Mr. Maddox, the landlord of the apartment, peeks through. He opens the door and shuffles back in his room, mumbling "Come in, come in."
"Here's what you ordered." Angela says, setting one of the bags on the table.
"Good, good. And how was work?"
"Good, thanks."
There is an awkward silence, and she opened her mouth to speak again, but her father got to speak first.
"How's Curtis?"
"He's fine. He's doing good. He says he's taking his wife and kid over to see you next week."
"Good, good."
She paused before she spoke. "I'd better get going."
She holds onto her bag and makes her way upstairs, to Room 1004.
Her apartment had a certain charm to it. Yellow and cream colored damask wallpaper was on the walls of the main room, floors were dark reddish wood, and her bedroom had blue striped wainscoted walls with light beige carpets.
She furnished her home with classic pieces of furniture ; baroque chairs, antique furniture, Victorian style in general. She managed to tie it down with a little modern twist, like long colorful twigs in a plain white vase.
She set her grocery bag on her dining table, and sorted them out in the refrigerator. Maybe she was a little too tired today. She collapsed on the couch and took solace in her Siberian Husky, Vanya. She nuzzled his head, and he gave a loving lick to her face. Vanya watched as she slowly fell asleep on the couch, and whined for something.
"What is it, Vanya?"
He continued whining, asking for food.
"Okay then, where's your bowl? I keep telling you not to hide it."
He raises his head, as if he understood, and walked over to where it was. Angela grabbed the bag of dog food and poured some in, and refilled his water dish. As he ate, she washed her hands and dragged herself back to the couch and fell asleep.
"Dad! Please, open the door! These are heavy!" she says hastily as she waits for the forest green door to open. She paces impatiently down the hall until she hears a creak behind her. Out of the slightly opened door, Mr. Maddox, the landlord of the apartment, peeks through. He opens the door and shuffles back in his room, mumbling "Come in, come in."
"Here's what you ordered." Angela says, setting one of the bags on the table.
"Good, good. And how was work?"
"Good, thanks."
There is an awkward silence, and she opened her mouth to speak again, but her father got to speak first.
"How's Curtis?"
"He's fine. He's doing good. He says he's taking his wife and kid over to see you next week."
"Good, good."
She paused before she spoke. "I'd better get going."
She holds onto her bag and makes her way upstairs, to Room 1004.
Her apartment had a certain charm to it. Yellow and cream colored damask wallpaper was on the walls of the main room, floors were dark reddish wood, and her bedroom had blue striped wainscoted walls with light beige carpets.
She furnished her home with classic pieces of furniture ; baroque chairs, antique furniture, Victorian style in general. She managed to tie it down with a little modern twist, like long colorful twigs in a plain white vase.
She set her grocery bag on her dining table, and sorted them out in the refrigerator. Maybe she was a little too tired today. She collapsed on the couch and took solace in her Siberian Husky, Vanya. She nuzzled his head, and he gave a loving lick to her face. Vanya watched as she slowly fell asleep on the couch, and whined for something.
"What is it, Vanya?"
He continued whining, asking for food.
"Okay then, where's your bowl? I keep telling you not to hide it."
He raises his head, as if he understood, and walked over to where it was. Angela grabbed the bag of dog food and poured some in, and refilled his water dish. As he ate, she washed her hands and dragged herself back to the couch and fell asleep.
And already he was distracted. He was staring at himself in the mirror. A gruff visage. "Damn, I need to shave" He said, he definitely didn't look his best. But he wouldn't even try to address the problem with a shower.
