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A glass, rectangular coffee table sits before a black leather couch. Ahead of the couch and table is a flat, plasma screen television on a wall. A black leather love seat sits in the corner next to the couch. Paintings of different sceneries around the world are hung up on vacant walls.

The balcony has two lawn chairs and a white plastic table between them sitting before the railing.

The kitchen has a small, circular oak dinner table. Four oak, old colonial chairs sit around it. All cookware, silverware, glasses, and the like are all set up neatly in their wooden cubboards. Paintings of cafe's and restaurants decorate the walls of the kitchen.

The bedroom is ordinary. A plain bed with blue covers and pillows. A small television sits on a fake, tan wood dresser. The closet doors are mirror framed. They sit on sliding rails. A cordless, silver phone sits on a side table next to the bed. A white fan is hung right over the sleeping furniture.

The computer/private room is always closed. A sign in bold, red letters says "PRIVATE" is stuck to the door. The only person allowed in the room is himself, and only he knows what is inside.

If you're looking for work.. Quint told, a clear idea of the many shops and stores on the main wharf. A main part of our economy has always been cold treats, fast cars, and those pale in comparison to the sales of weapons. He shrugged, not himself into them, Probably since the explosions from..what, a year now?

Which reminds me.. Quint smiled, the grin elusive in meaning, Can you fight?

Wide eyed from shock, Quint laughed softly, downplaying a part of the island's fighting scene. No, no, you won't have to battle, if you wish. All I meant was that I know some people don't, and I was just asking because, like you said, a lot of people do like that smell.. Vincent was a thrill, but Quint would have to think a little harder to find similarities. Maybe he was the intellectual type, How about Alchemy? I happen to be a student myself..

Was? Quint sighed lovingly, but shortly after straightened out, It goes on, has been, and hopefully will. He spoke quickly, But that doesn't mean you'll be in any danger! The major fights usually keep away towards the southern end, inside a couple homes, and the forest. It only took a second to remember the aforementioned door, That's...Mega's? Yea, think so; she really hates it when someone sneaks in while busy.

Finding it intriguing to know Vincent at least used to fight, No problem, I don't mind helping, but I did do all of this for free.. What do you mean? After..?

Quint smiled lightly, understanding with Vincent. It was clear that the topic was touchy, and he wouldn't press it himself. Beginning to exit, he opened the door, leaving with final words of found wisdom.

Sometimes, trying to run away from a problem only makes it run faster, and you'll tire before it does.

Still grinning to himself, Quint walked out, closing the door behind him softly.

Vincent woke up early in the morning. He yawned, scratched his tummy, and stretched out his legs.

He then slips out of his sleeping bag and does his usual routine wash up in the bathroom.

After the usual, Mr. Rohaun got dressed, made phone calls to have the rest of his furniture delivered to his new home, and began uncovering furniture. He fixed up what was there, and unpacked what had a place to be stored away in. It took him well over three hours to made the apartment half way decent.

The new attendant notice he had plenty of time to himself before the rest of his possesions would arrive. So wanting to get a look at the scenery, Vincent decided to take a trip to the beach.

The grabbed his keys to his apartment, a foldable chair, and a book to read. Seeing that was only gear he needed, not wanting to swim just yet, he left the hows in a brisk walk.

It was nightfall by the time Mr. Rohaun was finished moving his stuff around to where he wanted it (See updated description).

He sighed to himself in his quiet abode. Seeing he was not tired yet, Vincent decided he would check up on his mail.

The tall man walked from his spot in the living room to his new private room. The door closed silently, except for the clicking of the lock on the door knob.

The reflection of his stern face was shown on his computer screen. It was too dark to tell what exactly was in the room, or what type of monitor the computer used. The only clue was that the face was flat and made out of glass.

He answered and deleted mail that was about moving expenses, bills, and from people he knew back home; however, one Email caught his interest more than the others. The name of the sender, address, and IP info was encrypted, so tracing the user would be difficult unless you were talented in the art of hacking.

He clicked on the mail and read its contents. Vincent leaped out of a chair that fell with a loud thud. A look of fear and anxiety was upon his face, the light from the monitor made it easily seen.

Mr. Rohaun deleted the mail, put up further protection on his computer, and changed his mail options to contacts only. He then signed up for a new Email address that was only for business.

The young man was sweating all over when he was finished.

The computer turned off with a "WOOO" sound. Vincent left and locked the room in a hurry. To cool himself off, the man jumped in the shower to calm himself. What he saw was for his eyes only, but he wished he had never saw it at all.