Aracely bought a hole in the wall dump. it was cheap and in a bad neighborhood, a block away from the lupan main house hold.
The entrance looked like a brick alleyway, the light on the ceiling busted from an old bullet and the manager hadnt bothered to replace it. She herd people getting raped and mugged in that dark trap at night outside her window.
Once you walked down the drippy old tunnel (if one even bothered to nottice it was a walkway to an apartment building) you stepped inside and went on the third floor to room number 13, only the "one" was missing from the door.
Inside her apartment a strong sent of perfumed soap and candle wax covered the smell of rotting wood and rusting pipes. No matter how many candles Aracely lite her strong sence of smell could still pick up the wet fur of rats that roamed free.
Her bedroom was off to the left, inside she managed to fit a queen sized bed, and adorned her mattress with black silk-EVERYTHING. Right Down to black tapastries that hung on her walls and ceiling. A small window rested in the corner of that room. It hung over the entranceway and gave her full veiw of the street below.
A small kitchen could be found imeadiatly to the right, and the living room was the biggest room in the apartment. Her walls were dark red, with Gothic Rock posters upon the backs of her doors. They were her favorites-HIM and Evanescence.
Red and black candles were melted everywhere. a black bookcase held within them stories of romance and death and on the lower shelves were scriptures and notes on every demon, vampire enemy she knew.
She had a black leather couch in the middle of the room facing a TV and a reclining chair, a glass coffe table and on the opposit walls were all the wepons she "borrowed" from the lupan house, pluss some of her own and and a punching back for training.
Evanescence was playing loud in the room.
The entrance looked like a brick alleyway, the light on the ceiling busted from an old bullet and the manager hadnt bothered to replace it. She herd people getting raped and mugged in that dark trap at night outside her window.
Once you walked down the drippy old tunnel (if one even bothered to nottice it was a walkway to an apartment building) you stepped inside and went on the third floor to room number 13, only the "one" was missing from the door.
Inside her apartment a strong sent of perfumed soap and candle wax covered the smell of rotting wood and rusting pipes. No matter how many candles Aracely lite her strong sence of smell could still pick up the wet fur of rats that roamed free.
Her bedroom was off to the left, inside she managed to fit a queen sized bed, and adorned her mattress with black silk-EVERYTHING. Right Down to black tapastries that hung on her walls and ceiling. A small window rested in the corner of that room. It hung over the entranceway and gave her full veiw of the street below.
A small kitchen could be found imeadiatly to the right, and the living room was the biggest room in the apartment. Her walls were dark red, with Gothic Rock posters upon the backs of her doors. They were her favorites-HIM and Evanescence.
Red and black candles were melted everywhere. a black bookcase held within them stories of romance and death and on the lower shelves were scriptures and notes on every demon, vampire enemy she knew.
She had a black leather couch in the middle of the room facing a TV and a reclining chair, a glass coffe table and on the opposit walls were all the wepons she "borrowed" from the lupan house, pluss some of her own and and a punching back for training.
Evanescence was playing loud in the room.
