People who live here - (who plays them) - and their addresses: with descriptions
- Cait Kassidy - (Nivedita Vidula) - 222 Muddle Way:
Random rock or dance music can typically be heard blasting at all hours of the day and night, and if you are particularly unlucky, you may even hear her shrieking along in nothing that can be remotely called a tune. Cait spends most of her time in her room working on homework with her desk, computer, and coffee maker. She has not cleaned in roughly a year and a half, so it is easy to get lost in the piles of filth.
Alma Flynn - (AlmaPheonix) - 642 Harvest Fox Glen :
A cozy, blue, split level ranch is the home of some of the Flynn family. The yard is wild with many trees and a lush ground cover. Alma dominates the entire bottom floor with her brother, Vince, on the middle floor. The High Ground, as both call it, is home to the parents when they come over as well as some storage. It's relatively clean and open with homey furnishings. Alma's "Low Ground" is the exception, furnished with a mix of Japanese posters, black and other goth nerd decor. Her J pop, metal, or alternative rock is always playing when she's at home. The Low Ground consists of Alma's bedroom, study and bathroom. Mid Ground has the kitchen, dining room, Vince's bedroom, living room and another bathroom. High Ground holds the master bedroom and the master bathroom.
Lindsay Morris - (Gatta Forte) - 315 Grand Apple Arbor:
A simple, medium-sized suburban home, not too unique but not a carbon copy of every other house on the street, the Morris family calls 315 Grand Apple Arbor home. Whenever the weather is good, the windows of the house are wide open, allowing passers-by to hear vague snatches of rock music, conversation, television, and whatever the residents of the house are doing. Lindsay and her parents call the place their permanent home; the eldest Morris sibling is inland at college and has hardly come home since going off two years ago.
Jesin Rhodes - (SelizaPlays) - 666 Grizzly End:
A quiet home that looks normal despite its rather ominous address, passersby will rarely hear much sound from inside. Except for the car in the driveway, you'd almost wonder if anyone actually lives there. Inside, it's almost the same story. The house is model-home clean, no special decorations anywhere. Proof of existence comes in the presence of laundry in the laundry room and food in the kitchen. Sometimes actual dirty dishes. Jesin really makes a point of keeping home straight, and her mother is no mess-maker.
Anthony Riciarrdi - Funky_Monk13 - 126 Elephant Ave.:
Very sparcely decorated. Anthony's home consists of two floors, on the upper is a spare room which he uses to the effect of an "Office" of sorts and a master bedroom. Despite the space of said bedroom Anthony insists on sleeping on just a matress on the floor. Other decorations of the room include a dresser, a small table with a lamp on it and a bookshelf. His office hold a rather large and expensive Macbook and a clutter of notes and papers (all very important.) and a desk to hold the papers. The first floor consists of a kitchen with a fridge and table and a living room consisting of equally minimal decorating including but not limited to a leather recliner, a couch, bookshelf, an expansive collection of CDs and a stereo system to play said CDs.
Kreig Harrow - (NightOwlTaken) - 683 Grizzly End: On the lower end of Grizzly End, an older, wooden house remains quiet and dormant, seemingly left to be battered by time. It’s occupant has presumably past away. But said occupant’s grandson, the anti-hero vigilante, The Night Owl, occasionally will stop by. He creeps in silently, calling no attention to himself. Inside, the house decays and The Night Owl has no interest in anything except what occupies the shelves behind the door to one closet. This is NO’s secret weapons cache, and the house itself is his temporary refuge.
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Cait finally dragged herself into her house and shouted up to her mother that she was home. The more she walked the more exhausted she became. "I'M GOING TO BED..." Cait whined as she reached the top of the stairs, pulling her clothes off carelessly and leaving a trail of fabric behind her, and collapsed into her bed. Cait slept soundly for the rest of the night. 
As the blue hatchback pulled into the driveway of 315 Grand Apple Arbor, its resident, one Lindsay Morris, pondered what to do next. Right now, I need to go put my school stuff away... then I might as well not train. I'll probably do something stupid in the process...
"I heard about the break-in and the lock-down and the fight and then the... aliens? Then again, that might just be that crazy Channel Q hobo. Are you okay? Where did you go after school anyway? You have any homework?" her mother asked her hurriedly. She had obviously been worrying.
Lindsay changed into her pajamas, AKA an old tee shirt and some white fleece pants, and crawled into bed, not waking up until the next morning.
The following Monday, Lindsay dragged herself out of bed, changed clothes, and grabbed her backpack and purse in preparation to return to DUHS for another day of school. She had a feeling that it might not be the most normal day ever...
Anthony awoke with quite a shock to the ominous rolling drum beats of Muse's Map of the Problematique. He let out a hateful sigh as he rolled over and stared at the source of the music's clockface. He was going to be late, not that it mattered. Being the manager came with its own perks. Sitting up the blanket fell from his bare chest and he swung his feet to the side of the mattress and forced himself to his feet.
Cael and Cait pulled up in front of Cait's house. Cait had been holding on tightly to Cael the entire ride, even though they had only been going 35, but he was not about to complain. He had been lost for words most of the ride back while Cait had been directing him to her house. She had actually said she would go to prom with him. Cael was thrilled, even though he had only just met Cait, but at the same time he was nervous as hell. This was going to be the first date he would be on in his life, he had no idea what to do. "Well here we are," he said. Cael really had no idea whether to walk Cait to the door or say goodbye from here or jump on the ground and start rolling around, they all seemed like equally good ideas. 
"Thanks for the ride, Cael. It was really nice to meet you," Cait smiled, "I can't wait for prom! Oh, Jay and I already have plans to take pictures at the marina before prom, if that's cool with you. I'll be wearing a duct tape dress, too, so I hope that isn't too unconventional for you." She laughed, "It's going to be so awesome. Lots of red and gold. I can't wait!" Cait leaned in and hugged Cael, "Thank you again for the invite. The more I think about it the more excited I get. I'll see you around school? Oh! Let me give you my cell phone number too..."
What an aweful vision, usually I can get more information from them. All I know from that is there's going to be a fire. He mulled over this slightly frustrated as he pulled into his drive and quickly with much intent ran into the house stripping away clothing he didn't need and replacing them with bits of his costume until he was fully garbed again. "Time to get some answers," He said as he walked past the mail noticing that he had recieved a new Dare Devil. In the comics the Dare Devil, Batman, and Rorschach typically got answers from drunks in pubs, however it seemed his target crowd wasn't quite of age to drink so he'd have to settle for the Dance club. Setting the comic on the table again he left through the back door.
Anthony awoke to find that his body still ached, he was pretty sure his shin was cracked at the very least. He swung his legs over the side of his bed and let out a little, "Ah!" As he felt the pain in his back and his knee popped. Standing was tricky too but once he'd accomplished it he realized he was still in costume with the exception of his face mask. It had been a long night. But he'd made himself a little more known....There was a thought for a name The known...No The Unknown. "Those are both stupid," He said aloud to no one. He turned on his iPod as he shed his costume and tucked it away in a drawer. As he showered he muttered along with the song.
"You look," her date paused, "nice." His messy, light brown hair was gelled in a "cool" position and pretty green eyes looked over her figure in a disapproving way. Obviously, his date wasn't his type.
The next day, Lindsay was, by the power of deus ex machina and quite a bit of excitement, not even a little sore. She threw on all of her fancy jewelry over her dress, and, as soon as Chris showed up at her house, drove both of them to the Seaside Manor. It was time for prom.
Night Owl had returned to his grandfather’s house frequently since the man’s vanishing, and this time, he came with a purpose. He found his way into the house with ease, seeing as he was not aware of the concept of locking a door. The dark creature moved upstairs to a closet on the second floor in what had been his grandfather’s bedroom. 
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