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Ok did you make this up??? Or is this from a game you are playing??

I’ll pick Katie cuz then I get to have kids too lol and that rooftop condo Jimbo bettter be paying that mf-Ing child support!!!

When I read the post before I even saw your vote on the poll I knew you’d pick Taz. I just knew for some reason lol! Now T has to pick. Where should we start this Rp??

“Dear Harry,” the email started. Ugh, Taz sighed internally. He hated when people called him by his proper name instead of his nickname. The email was from one of his tenants, and went on to say that they were having problems with their toilet and needed maintenance to come take a look.

As the maintenance woman had the day off today, the responsibility fell on Taz, since he owned the place after all.

“Crickey, I don’t even remember who lives in this flat.” He muttered to himself on his way to the unit.

He got to the door and knocked with authority.

“It’s Taz, here about the loo.”

Taz waited a few moments. And no one came to the door. Taz sighed impatiently. He needed to run to the liquor store to stock up for the weekly Friday night party he threw at his penthouse apartment in the same building he owned and rented out.

He could afford that lavish lifestyle as he’d invested in real estate at a young age. He had originally moved to America to attend college, but he partied too hard. He’d always firmly believed in the whole “work smarter not harder” mentality. So he quit law school and bought his first rental, a frat house on his former college campus. He learned a lot about maintenance work so he could keep costs low by not hiring many employees.

Something he was cursing himself for at the moment as he continued to wait on the tenant to come to the door.

Suddenly, the door opened. But it seemed to just fall open on its own, since no one was at the door. And despite the bright and sunny afternoon outside, the doorway was dark as night. It was a bit odd, but Taz knew he had all sorts of folks living in his building. He didn’t judge to hard as long as they paid rent. (And bonus points if they regularly attended Taz’s many mixers.)

But for some reason Taz still wasn’t sure who was living in this into. Which was strange, because Taz made it a point to know everyone. So he stepped through the darkened doorway without fear. Surely he knew this person and just was forgetting them at the moment.

“G’day, I’m here for the toilet.” He announced again.

No reply.

Taz shrugged and made his was to the bathroom. Even in the dark, he knew the layouts of his apartments like the back of his hand.

He proceeded to the bathroom and flipped on the light. The email had mentioned something about the toilet not flushing properly. Taz glanced over the perfectly pristine toilet. He gave it a test flush and it worked just fine.

Taz was relieved it was working properly, but annoyed he’d come all the way over for nothing. It was nearing five o’clock on a Friday and if he didn’t have a rum and Coke in his hand soon he was going to lose it.

“The toilet’s fine, mate. Have a good weekend. Maybe I’ll see you at the party!” Taz called into the dark at he left the apartment.

Maybe the tenant had went out and left the door unlocked, or maybe they were just shy.

Then Taz noticed the mailbox by the door. He decided to take a quick peak, just to refresh his memory. The was one letter in the letterbox, a credit card offer. And it was addressed to—

“Belial, Lord of Lies?”