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Victoria's old house in the city had had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a huge kitchen, a sitting room, a living room and a wrap-around porch. This house couldn't have been more different.
It had one bedroom, one bathroom, the smallest kitchen she had ever seen with a kitchen table that was more like an ironing bored that folded out of the wall with stools attatched to the sides. The living room was about as small as the kitchen with a tv built into the wall, a blue sofa that had been partially devoured by either moths or rats. Victoria frankly didn't want to know.
She didn't know why she expected a bigger house. She lived alone, her siblings weren't going to come and visit because of this curse garbage, and she'd spent all her money hiring movers for her stuff. It didnt help her money situation either that she had given away most of her furniture for free to friends. Once the school year kicked off she would proberbly be able to meet ends meet as far as rent. That was another thing. This house wasn't even hers. It was a rental.
"Well.... thanks Klare." Victoria's best friend had been the one who picked the house out for her. "It's... charming."
"Glad you like it!" Klare was talking on the phone and trying to keep track of her two children. They were twins and currently going through their terrible twos. "The minute I saw it I thought of you and that big old house in the city. I'm glad you let me buy it. The two bedroom apartment I had wasn't working out." Klare's husband was gone for eleven months every year working in one foreign country after another. Victoria couldnt remember exactly what he did for a living but he made enough money to take care of Klare and rent those expensive foreign houses so it was proberbly something semi-important.
"Enjoy my house." Victoria had never been married but she still enjoyed having houses big enough for families instead of lonely single people like her. "And I'll enjoy this one."
Klare yelled at one of her kids to put something down then said she had to go. Victoria was able to tolerate the children she taught at school because they were teenagers, even though some of them had as many manners as Klare's two year olds. She understood teenagers even though she never got the chance to really be one.
She was suddenly reminded that she needed to go out and find something for dinner. Victoria simply walked out the door, leaving all her bags unpacked and the house looking small and empty.

(Would it be okay if my made up character was a self-proclaimed ninja? XD Sorry, had to ask before applying.)

sure. go ahead 3nodding xd blaugh

(I added some stuff to make more sense, and, he doesn't go by his real name. Ever. XD Midnight and I agreed in PMs my character could share Muri Mansion with her character, as her character's servant. ...I feel so sorry for him, I've never played any servants before, either. Okay, back to business, you agreed, right, Midnight? Just have to check if she changed her mind, and give you, great Pink Demise, proof.)

Self-proclaimed Titles: Gear no ni Yurete Aka Ribon (Literal Translation: Gear of the Swaying Red Ribbon, The One-That-Makes-Sense Translation: Gear of the Dancing Red Ribbon)

Nickname: Gear

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Appearance: http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j117/volstreed/Gear.jpg (Can you guess who I'm disclaiming? Midnight, you dun't count, so, shh. XP)

Occupation: Self-proclaimed Ninja/Akira's Personal Ninja Servant

Other Information: Gear doesn't reveal his real name to anyone, because he says it's 'ninja-y' not to. He's generally a weird guy, his heart's in the right place, most of the time, though. He tries to act secretive, and cold, but usually fails miserably, than again, he's not easily read, either. Loving eye patches, he wears one for the heck of it, sometimes he takes it off, if having only one eye's worth of vision gets too inconvenient. Everything depends on the situation with him. There is no reason for his self-proclaimed title, except for the fact, maybe, that he also loves ribbons, and says whenever someone asks him, a good ninja has slick titles. His title is not slick, as he fails to realize, sadly. Contrary to popular belief, he does have some talent in the ninja department, using gun powder related tools, and throwing long range weapons, shurikens/kunais/makibishi, (throwing stars/throwing daggers/caltrops) while he's lacking in the close range department, he can use those type of weapons, too. He's not stealthy, oh, definitely not stealthy, so, it makes no sense to call himself a 'ninja,' he does so uncaring of that factor. Who wears white, baggy shirts if they're a ninja? Not stealthy, but inside it has a lot of storage space for ninja tools of trade, can't depend on only pockets on his pants, as many as they are. None of the weapons are really effective against the supernatural, so, it wouldn't have mattered if he was even some ninja master, or something. Kind of useless having any skills what so ever, he learned em' right out of mostly book resources, too. He tries his best for Hayato, though, and just hopes he gets some appreciation, then says he's unworthy if he is praised. Once he told his family he was a ninja, who needed to serve a master, they could care less, and said he could leave home when he was eleven, if he really wanted to. So, he met his 'master' when he was eleven, and Hayato was five, at the time he was yelling anyone who could bring him to his knees was would become his master/mistress, had it been a woman. The twit decided he needed a servant, for free, so, he snuck up behind him, and kicked the back of his shin, then declared he had won because, of course, since he was kicked so hard, he fell to his knees, in pain. From that day forward, the two have been together.

(Yesh it is Billy.)