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 Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 4:10 pm
This apartment complex is the very first and only "themed" complex in the entire town of Delmor. Actually, this complex was named something completely different about 10 years ago until the owner decided to be extravagant one Halloween and go all out on the decorations. The owner died tragically the day after Halloween and when a new owner came to take over he was too lazy to put all the decorations away so he kept them out and changed the name of the complex so the decorations actually made sense in some way. He named it Sleepy Hollow Apartment Complex.
The apartments themselves are pretty nice. All of them have two floors with either one or two bedrooms and the entire complex has about 150 apartments. They are very nice apartments for a very cheap price.
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Posted: Thu Mar 18, 2010 8:46 pm
JONATHAN JOHNSON
Jonathan Johnson breathed in a heavy sigh and then continued glancing over his complicated notes. After another several seconds of focusing and grinding, Jon delicately put his notes down and cradled his head in his hands. The past couple days of were definitely catching up with him. He couldn’t even discuss what had happened the day he went to Listerine Estates. The doctors had told Jon that he had suffered from severe shock. The shock had been so bad it had basically turned off his entire immune system and bodily functions. The doctors had told Jon that the best way to get over the shock was therapy, but Jon didn’t have time for therapy. He needed to get back to work pronto. He had already missed countless days of work and Mr. Snottsborn of Snottsborn Industries would no doubt be furious with him.
But how could Snottsborn expect Jon to get over his brother James’s death in only a couple of days? Granted, Snottsborn knew nothing about anything that had happened over the past couple of days, but even if he knew, Jon knew with all of his being that Snottsborn would have cared less. The only thing Snottsborn cared about was his company. Therefore, Jon was forced to put James in the back of his mind and work. In some ways Jon was thankful that Snottsborn was so demanding. If Jon had had time to think about James, he knew he’d start beating himself up over everything. Work was a nice escape from all the horrible events that had just occurred.
Jon took another breath in and picked up his complicated notes once more and glanced at them. Nothing on the paper was making any sense and Jon needed to figure this formula out right away. This was the top-secret, latest project Snottsborn had Jon working on. According to Snottsborn this project was going to “blow Listerine Labs off the map.” Of course it was a well-known fact that Snottsborn Industries and Listerine Labs were sworn cleaning industry rivals. That is why Jonathan Johnson feared Snottsborn finding out that Jon had been at Listerine Estates. That would surely fire him right on the spot. But these were all completely different subjects, Jon needed to focus, but every time he tried, his mind would wander back to what had occurred in Listerine Estates and Jon’s eyes would well up with tears.
He tried to forget about it, but there was so much that had happened. Not to mention, Allen still was nowhere to be found and Jon feared that the police may have taken him in and Allen may have been accused as the killer of James, which Jon knew to be false, but Allen could be very abrasive and harsh, but that was why Allen was Jon’s best friend. Allen did something that Jon could never do… Allen was able to stand up for what he believed in. Jon smiled to himself, reminiscing on many times that Allen would just never keep his mouth shut, then Jon took in another breath and continued looking over his notes for work.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 11:30 am
JONATHAN JOHNSON
It couldn’t have been longer than five minutes until the apartment phone went off. He had been so engrossed in his work that he jumped up in fright from the sudden phone call. His notes all flew up into the air and scattered themselves around the room. Jon shook his head to calm down a couple of times and then scurried to the phone. He picked it up and answered, “J-J-J-J-J-John-s-s-s-s-son and Muel-Muel-Muel-Mueller residence.”
A voice shot right back at him in a thick and high-pitched Jersey accent. “Yes Mister Johnson. This is Miss Catmint.”
Jon’s heart dropped. Miss Catmint was Mr. Snottsborn’s secretary and she never called the house unless she couldn’t reach anywhere else. While still on the phone, Jon checked his cellular and noticed that it read ’30 Missed Call.’ He snapped his cell shut and looked at the volume his cell had been on and it showed that it had been on silent. Jon never changed the volume since he had visited Listerine Estates.
Miss Catmint continued. “I have been trying to reach you on your cell phone for a couple of days now. Mr. Snottsborn needs to talk to you right away about the new project you are working on and let me warn you… he is not in a good mood… though that isn’t much of a warning since he is never in a good mood.”
Jon knew Catmint as being a tad bit snide and he knew she gave Mr. Snottsborn a run for his money when it came to attitude. “I-I-I-I-I am s-s-s-s-s-s-so-so-so-so s-s-s-s-s-so-so-so-sorry! My-my-my-my-my-my ph-ph-phone was on vi-vi-vi-vibrate a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-and-and-and…”
“Please.” Miss Catmint interjected. “I don’t need any excuses. We will be here all day the way you can go on. I am not your boss. Just get here now.”
CLICK!
And that was that. Jon hung up his apartment phone and ran to pick up his clutter of notes. He inserted his notes in his work brief case and started walking out the door. He was thinking about leaving a message for Allen in case he got home, but he didn’t have time and he was a horrible writer when he was stressed. In a matter of seconds, Jon was ready for work and out the door of his apartment.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 7:21 pm
<<
Roland dashed up the stairs and down the standard balcony/hallway. He had to swat away some of the decorations along the way. They've always been a nuisance since he first moved in, and they never did get taken down. But, at least the place was cheap and came with furniture. He got to his room and began fumbling with the keys in a desperate attempt to reach safety. He dropped the lot of them. As he bent over, he felt a sharp pain in his side, as if his kidney was staging a coup d'etat. He winced and clutched his abdomen with one hand, picking up the keys with the other. It took some dexterity to separate the correct key with only one hand, but he accomplished this. He straightened back up, though the sudden speed made the blood rush from his head. Feeling a little dizzy, he had to stab the keyhole a few times before it found its mark. Finally, he turned the key, opened the door, dashed inside, and deadbolted the door behind him.
His job wasn't over. He threw the rag off and dashed to his bedroom in the buff. He almost reached the dresser, but he tripped before he got there. Nikolai emitted a low growl in protest, but seeing his best bro sprawled on the floor, he went over and proceeded to lick his hair. Roland tried to push the burly tiger away and stand up, but it was difficult. He finally got up to the dresser, leaning on it heavily as the great feline rubbed up against him. Then, Nikolai's ears perked up, and he dashed away. Roland knew this wasn't good news... he looked back to the dresser and discovered it was about to topple over onto him. He pushed back hard, nearly slipping in the process. All the contents on top of the dresser fell off with a clatter, beaning him in the head. But, he righted the dresser, opened up a few drawers, and grabbed the clothes he needed. Finally, he got dressed, although he probably would've accomplished this faster if he weren't rushing. Nikolai returned with a stoic look upon his face. Roland went up to him and threw his arms around the big lug. "What a day..." he sighed, exhaustion painting every word.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 8:58 pm
JONATHAN JOHNSON
Jonathan Johnson woke with a start. His vision was blurred and he could barely make out his surroundings, though he could tell he was no longer in Snottsborn Industries. The last he remembered was the cleaning serum he and Snottsborn had created... attacked him? How was the possible? It sounded insane. Maybe... that's what it was. As his vision started to clear he finally realized that he was back in his apartment. How had he gotten there? The answer came to him that instant.
"And he lives!"
Jon jumped with a start and from the surprise of someone else's voice he fell off the couch he had been resting on. He looked up and saw a smlinig, familiar face. Drew Dubberberry was standing right next to Jon, with his arm extented. Jon took the help of Drew's hand and slowly got back onto the couch. His whole body ached. Drew took a seat on the neighboring recliner and popped his feet up. Drew looked at Jon for a couple of moments and then spoke. "You mind telling me why the hell I had to save you from that purple goo?"
It took Jon a couple of seconds to comprehend and then he stuttered out, "Y-y-y-y-y-you... sa-sa-sa-sa-sa-saved-ed m-m-m-m-me?"
Drew laughed and answered, "It was no problem really. I heard you scream as I was passing and I rushed in and saw a huge glob of purple goo basically stranlging you. I got a mop and started smacking it... but I think I did more damage to you and to it. After another couple of minutes the goo seemed to like... disappear... almost as if it evaporated or melded into your skin. You were unconcious. I was going to bring you to the hospital but you were breathing and talking... well stuttering in your sleep. I remembered you telling me where you lived so instead of contacting old Snottsborn I just dealt with bringing you home myself. I mean after Dustin being fired and the whole investors thing not going over so well I didn't want to give Snottsborn something else to worry about. Plus I didn't want to get you and I in trouble because let's face it... he'd turn this around to be our faults and we'd both be fired and..."
"Th-th-th-that doesn't m-m-m-m-matter." Jon suddenly found himself saying. He wasn't surprised that the news that Snottsborn's investors had denied the serum, but Jon was surprised to find out that Snottsborn hadn't told anybody about firing him. Snottsborn usually loved to flaunt his power in front of others. Jon continued, "I-I-I-I-I wa-wa-wa-wa-was already fired. S-S-S-S-S-S-Sn-Sn-Snottsborn b-b-b-b-blamed me f-f-f-f-for the trial. He th-th-th-th-thinks I'm a-a-a-a sp-sp-sp-spy."
Jon watched as Drew shifted in his chair as his face got bright red. Drew then seemed to explode, "HE FIRED YOU?!?! ON WHAT ACCOUNT! YOU HAVE BEEN AT SNOTTSBORN INDUSTRIES FOR YEARS AND YOU PARTICALLY NEVER LEAVE! YOU'RE ATTACHED TO SNOTTSBORN'S HIP! HOW COULD YOU BE THE SPY?"
Jon shrugged and then quickly laid back down. He wished to God he hadn't though because his head started pounding. In all honesty though, Jon was sort of relieved everything having to do with Snottsborn was over. Drew was right. Jon had always been at Snottsborn's side and never once given any credit. He found himself wishing he could be more like Drew and speak his mind to Snottsborn.
Drew's anger didn't seem to want to end though and he continued. "I am going to speak to Snottsborn Johnny Boy... you don't derserve this sort of treatment."
"It i-i-i-i-i-is f-f-f-f-f-f... ine D-D-D-Drew... r-r-r-r-really... no r-r-r-r-r-re-re-re-rea-rea-rea-reason to have us both f-f-f-f-fired."
Drew shook his head and got up. He snatched up some of his belongings and looked at Jon. "This is the last straw Jon. He can't keep treating peopel the way he does. I am going to Snottsborn right now. Expect to be back at work soon.... if you are even willing to work with that monster again." He started leaving, but then turned back to Jon. "By the way... what was that thing attacking you?"
Jon pondered this for a moment and then finally said it out loud, though it seemed to be more of a question for him than an answer, "It... it... it... it... it was the s-s-s-s-s-serum that Snottsborn and I-I-I-I had b-b-b-b-been working on."
Drew looked worried for a couple of moments and then smiled, "Well then thank the Lord that s**t wasn't released to the public huh?" He chuckled and then said, "Rest up buddy. I will be checking on you soon."
"Th-th-th-th-thanks D-D-D-Drew, f-f-f-f-for everything."
Before Drew left he turned back to Jon and said, "You'd do the same for me pal." And then after that Drew had left Jon to be alone and ponder about everything that had just occurred.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 10:22 am
JONATHAN JOHNSON
Jonathan Johnson was trying to take it easy, but it was so hard. His brother’s death, getting fired, being attacked by the serum… everything seemed to be getting worse and worse. He decided to try and get his mind off of things so he turned the television on. After channel surfing for a while the only thing on seemed to be the news. He watched in a daze, starting to drift off to sleep.
“Hello Delmor. I am your number one news anchor, Ab Normalle and this is Delmor’s number one news station Channel U News… not to be confused with Channel Q News. A remarkable event has occurred in downtown Delmor, the mayor’s cat fell four stories striking an 8 year old child dead. Thankfully the cat is alive and doing well. We hope the mayor does not have any more scares for awhile! But breaking news folks, the Snottsborn Industry truck that crashed and spilled toxic sand apparently affected an elderly man by the name of Dustin Bunnell.”
At this, Jon’s eyes snapped open and he watched the story with interest. Based upon what Jon was hearing, Dustin had gone into surgery and then woke up in a craze and killed six of the hospital staff members. He then broke out of Bergman’s and was now loose on the streets. How could all of this be happening? Dustin had been such a great man. Could he really have killed anyone? Jon was in shock. This was too much for him. He clicked off the television and decided to try and get some sleep. He entered his room and threw himself on the bed. His whole body ached, especially his back. Actually, his back seemed to be hurting a lot. The more he thought about it, the more his back started killing him. Suddenly it felt like his whole back was on fire. Jon grunted in pain as his back literally started boiling.
“AHHHH!” Jon yelled as the pain got worse and then all of a sudden his back ripped open and something seemed to pop out of it and like that, the pain was over. Jon slowly turned to try and see what had popped out of his back and when he saw what it was, he nearly fainted.
On his back, was what looked like a vacuum cleaner. Jonathan Johnson had a vacuum cleaner attached to his back.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 1:29 pm
JONATHAN JOHNSON
It seemed to be like one of those backpack vacuum cleaners, only it was melded into his skin. A tube dangled from the top of the cleaner. Jonathan Johnson couldn’t believe what had just occurred. He was in shock. A fricken vacuum cleaner had come out of his back. This was unreal. How was this happening? This was not scientifically possible. How did something like this occur? Jon thought about what was going on and all of a sudden he remembered: It was the serum!
The serum had to have something to do with this. He took up the tube, dangling from the top of the vacuum cleaner protruding out of his back and examined it. All of a sudden a stream of air exploded from the tube and sent Jon flying around his bedroom. He banged into the drawer, sending it toppling over and then he went straight out the open window. The stream of air stopped and he started to fall towards the hard cement ground. What was going on? This had to be the end for him! He closed his eyes and then found that he never made contact with the ground.
He opened his eyes and saw that he was levitating a couple of inches for the ground. He turned to his left and saw that the tube of the vacuum cleaner was ejecting air from it, enabling him to be kept up. This was unreal! With only a thought of wanting to go higher, the tube emitted more air and shot Jon upwards towards the roof of the complex. He landed down, lightly on the roof and made his way towards the door maintenance door that would lead back to his apartment. He didn’t want to be wisped away again. He certainly couldn’t walk through the halls with a vacuum cleaner attached to his back though. What would the neighbors think? They’d think he was a freak.
Just by thinking this, the vacuum cleaner on Jon’s back started to shake and then was sucked back into wherever it had come from before. His hands patted everywhere he could reach and found that it was like the vacuum had never been there. What was this?
“Great stars of Liza!” Jonathan Johnson said to himself as he got back into his apartment and sat down on the sofa in the living room. “I have super powers….” And right then that was when he noticed that for the first time, in years, even talking to himself… Jon hadn’t stuttered on one word.
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 9:32 am
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 4:11 pm
<< Previously Allen nodded, and turned towards the Complex. It felt strange to be returning here after the deal he had just made. Frowning for a moment he started walking forward towards his abode. Upon reaching the door he realized he had no keys. Pounding on the door he yelled through it, "Jon buddy are you home? I don't have any keys! Open up please." He turned and waited patiently with The Mastermind. He didn't dare say it but he was absolutely amazed that The Mastermind had plans for him; Allen had always thought he was a myth.
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 6:51 pm
Roland heard a pounding sound in the apartment below him. It had been a while, but before that it was routine enough for him to know what that was. He tried to stand up, but there was the issue of approximately 800 pounds of kitty on top of him. He pushed softly against the tiger's hide, trying to get him to roll over. Sure enough, Nikolai swiveled over to his back, paws treading the air. Roland smiled; he knew that the big lug was trying to look cute and was expecting a belly rub. He didn't oblige; he needed to see to that knocking. Nikolai righted himself and followed Roland to the front door, rubbing up against his leg. Roland gave him a casual scratch behind the ear as he leaned over the railing. "Allen, is that you?" he called out. "I wasn't expecting you back so soon. You locked out again?"
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 7:07 pm
Allen stepped back from the door and looked up to Roland, "My pocket appears to be a vortex for keys," He said with a sly smile on his face that was hiding how heavily his heart was beating. "Whaddya say? Can you help me out?" Roland was a nice enough guy but Allen knew very little about him save for that he lived above them and Had a spare key. There was also that monster cat they owned that Allen was pretty sure was against the apartment complex's code of conduct but he didn't say anything.
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 8:04 pm
"Just a minute," he said. He went back inside and, after nearly tripping on the affectionate Nikolai, grabbed the key from the nearby end table. A while back, Roland had learned that all of the doors in the entire apartment complex operated with the same key. He has since had his own change, but he kept his old one close by. After locking his own door, he came down the short staircase, Nikolai close on his heels. Roland looked at the figure... who seemed to be accompanied by a police officer. He sighed. What trouble had Allen gotten himself into? He didn't seem to mind the woman's presence, but Nikolai sure did. He glared at the woman and crouched down. As his hair stood on end, a low growl issued forth from his throat. "NIKO!" Roland shouted. Nikolai's head snapped up, his attention distracted. "Be nice. They have every right to be here." Niko's expression softened, and soon he tucked his tail between his legs and looked up at Roland. "D'aww," Roland cooed, rubbing the big cat's head. "I'm not mad." As the beast laid down upon Roland's chest for imminent cuddling, Roland tossed the key over to Allen's feet. "Ah... here. Is everything all right?" he probed, in reference to the officer's presence.
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 10:38 pm
JONATHAN JOHNSON
Jonathan Johnson was in so much shock that when there was a banging at the door he literally leapt two feet into the air and came crashing back down on the couch. He thought he heard Allen's voice. This wasn't good at all! He needed to figure out what was going on with himself. This was not good at all. What if the vacuum came out of his back while he was talking to Allen.
Sure enough, upon listening with even greater detail, he could hear the voices of Allen and another buddy of Jon's named Roland. Roland lived in an apartment above Jon and he was actually pretty nice. Roland had an amazing tiger named Niko, though Jon didn't really think Niko was very... well... legal. Jon heard keys jangling and then finally reality seemed to be setting back in.
Just act cool. Nothing to worry about.
"Coming!" Jon screamed so that Allen could hear him through the door. "One minute!"
Jon ran to the door and opened it, revealing Allen, Niko, Roland, and... a police officer. Uh oh... Jon thought. What now Allen? Jon put a smile on though, even through all of the stress and said, "Well hello everyone. This is some party huh?"
Idiot... they are going to know something is the matter after that cheesey a** line! Can't you be cool for like five seconds? And then Jon once more noticed that he hadn't stuttered once on anything he was saying.
WHAT WAS GOING ON?
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 3:35 pm
Allen was about to stick the key in the door when Jon yelled and a minute later the door flung open. "This is some part huh?" Jon had aske the motley crew on and Allen scratched his head. "Jon, I thought you weren't home," He was truly flabergasted by Jon's presence and hadn't been counting on him being there. "You alright buddy? I haven't seen you since you passed out at that officer, who's name we wont mention, house. I'm okay by the way they just took me in for questioning and then a police escort home," He was not a bright guy but he was a hell of a liar when he needed to be. "They're afraid the mastermind will go after anyone that might know anything about your brother's murder so they sent me home with an officer and everything!"
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 9:47 am
As Jonathan opened the door, Roland's effort to bring the key down for Allen became unnecessary. Still, it did stop him from pounding the door down. He didn't really care to stay, but it would be both rude and suspicious to leave so suddenly. Besides, Nikolai had decided to leave his side for a moment to rub up against Jonathan's leg. He watched the man's face with amusement, anticipating his response. Meanwhile, he casually listened to Allen's explanation. It seemed that all three of the fellows had had some involvement recently with the law, a fact that made him rather uncomfortable with the police officer standing there. He did say something important, though: he mentioned "The Mastermind." He had heard the name before, but he had assumed it was just "the mastermind," or "A mastermind". He hadn't considered it might actually be someone's name or title. It wasn't particularly subtle. Still, Roland had enough reason to be concerned: the last time he had heard it, it came from the mouth of his blackmailer. He crouched down behind his partner and gave him an affectionate hug. He needed something with which to occupy himself so that he wouldn't reveal how nervous he was. Nikolai, the affectionate lug that he was, rolled backward into his lap, looking like an 800-pound teddy bear.
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Allen. “I’m escorting you out jail… And I’m really sorry about the big misunderstanding that put you there in the first place.”
