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 Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 9:41 pm
The notice was posted up on all of the posts that lined several streets of Destiny City:
"WANTED: ROOMMATE
Either gender
Prefer someone okay with doing things on their own
Must be 18 or older.
Contact Magiore Carpenter at 555.555.555
Hazelnut Lofts - Suit 235 on the fourth floor."
He hadn't yet had any luck, however - it was a little disappointing - and a little discouraging, considering that Magiore's bill was coming within the next month and he would have to have a roommate by then. The loft was big enough for two people, after all - two separate bedrooms, a single bath, living room, and kitchen, but it was simple and nice, and at a prime location within the heart of Destiny City. Magiore had moved in with a roommate, but that had not worked out, leaving him with a bill beyond his means.
It was a Saturday now, and he was sitting on the black leather couch in the main room, absently twisting the remote between his fingers. The phone lay beside him, though it hadn't rung since he had hung up on his father twenty minutes earlier.
Leaning back, he closed his eyes, brushing his hair away from his face. Having a roommate when he was newly recruited to the Negaverse made things a tad more convoluted, but considering he was looking for someone who wouldn't mind his constant disappearances, hopefully it would work out.
Otherwise he was screwed.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 11:10 pm
Zia had very casually been on the look out for a roommate for some time now, but only recently had she gotten serious about it. Things were heading to a boiling point if she didn't get out of her dad's house, and fast. The only problem was all the financial security she'd felt so comfortable in turned out to be a lie. All she had was her salary, which wasn't enough for a decent place all on her own, but damn it, she was determined to at least be kind of an adult about this.
Which was why when she saw Magiore Carpenter's post she recorded the information and made an urgent note to go investigate this opportunity. Especially with the doing things on her own, that sounded too perfect. Her main concern with having a roommate would be slipping away to adequately conduct her various guardian cat duties anyway.
Come Saturday, she noticed that she had cleared a little space in her schedule to go check the place out and only realized she hadn't called ahead, and, really, just showing up was probably not going to set a good precedent.
So she paced in her father's foyer and dialed the number, waited for the answer to introduce herself and express her interest in seeing the loft, all while mentally pleading with the universe to please, please let this work out.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 1:21 am
He very nearly fell off of the couch at the sound of the phone, Magiore jumping so violently that he almost overturned the coffee table in front of him - and in turn the cup of Earl Grey perched on the glass top. As it was, he had still jostled it, a pale brown liquid sloshing over the top and across the cover of the book that was sitting beside it. Hastily, Magiore snatched it out of harm's way, giving the now slightly damp cover a disparaging look as though to say Just great. He pushed himself to his feet, grabbing the phone as he carted the book over to the kitchen.
"This is Magiore speaking," he said calmly, though all the way glaring at his worn copy of The Mysteries of Sherlock Holmes.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 11:47 am
Zia's stomach just about twisted when someone actually picked up the phone. Obviously it was a good thing and very necessary towards her own goals of actually getting a place to live but there was something about actually being faced with dealing with it that brought about some unexpected anxiety. Still, she summoned her best 'business' voice to keep from sounding like a desperate, irresponsible 20-something needing a quick arrangement.
"Hello, Magiore, my name's Zia Connolly, I'm calling about the loft," She started, and turned her eyes up at the ceiling to take a breath and a suitable but quick pause before getting right to the point. "I was hoping I could come over and see it, assuming you're still searching for a roommate." Well, it wasn't like she was calling to chitchat anyway.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 5:38 pm
It was someone calling about the room.
Magiore had to prevent himself from sighing finally when she mentioned it, since he had started to wonder whether or not anyone would actually call - anyone reasonable, for that matter, considering that the three offers he gotten before had been distinctly ridiculous or uncomfortable in one way or another - like the man who had wanted to bring his pet pig with him.
Awkward.
This "Zia Connolly," however, sounded, at the very least, respectable. "Ah, yes, it's still available for rent," Magiore answered her, setting down his book and turning to lean against the counter top, his free arm folded across his midsection. "Feel free to stop by anytime within the next two days to take a look. I'll be home pretty much all day today and tomorrow."
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 12:06 am
"Okay," Zia responded as she processed what she could glean from the ever so brief words spoken over the telephone line. He seems normal. Probably. There were definitely no red flags raised, though she couldn't think of very many the average young adult could set off, but she was still overthinking it, as per usual. All she needed was a nice, normal human removed enough from her current life to split rent with and who wouldn't be all up in her business when she got in at 2 am reeking of city prowling.
"Okay," She repeated, if only because it had been a multiple second pause as she gathered her thoughts on the matter and she didn't want the silence to extend a modicum more before she spoke up again. "I'll be by in fifteen to take a look," She said matter of factly and hung up, cringing after when she realized she forgot to make any kind of parting pleasantry.
Well, there wasn't too much time to waste. When you trying to storm out to make a point, the longer you kept living in your dad's house just kind of mitigated the whole point. So in no time at all, she was in her little sedan headed towards Hazelnut Lofts.
It was close enough, but thankfully not too close so that it would defeat the entire purpose of escaping to a new residence. Pro number one. But she was trying not to get her hopes up too high as she drew in a sharp breath and smoothed and potential wrinkles in her blouse before she knocked on the door of suite number 235.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 12:21 pm
When he hung up the phone, Magiore was, to his surprise, feeling rather positive about the whole thing. Strange, considering that he had felt somewhat neutral about the rest of the people who had called (though admittedly, none of them had sounded any near as level as this Zia Connolly had).
Maybe that meant this time it would work out and everything would go through smoothly.
Maybe. Hopefully.
When the knock sounded at the door to the loft, Magiore was just putting the kettle on for tea, switching on one of the knobs to the stove. He brushed his hands against his pants and stepped back away, setting his hand towel down on the table and tossing the empty box of tea into the trash. Making his way across the room, he crossed the kitchen and the living room until he reached the door, which he pulled open.
"Zia Connolly?" he said questioningly, taking in the figure of the young woman in front of him. She seemed perhaps a year or two older than himself. "I'm Magiore Carpenter."
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 6:59 pm
"Magiore Carpenter?" Zia countered in a similar tone and in her very habitual, businessy way, reached out to shake his hand and smiled. Although it wasn't exactly a 'bubbly' smile.
However, he seemed decent. And a stranger, which was a plus in her world. Strangers were always comforting when everyone you knew well was involved in your weird supernatural soap opera.
"I know it's rude to show up on such short notice, but I'm looking for a 'quick' move in solution. I work. Long hours, and have no interest in socializing, but I do cook and clean for myself." Yes, right down to it. She wondered if he found the lack of chit-chat rude, but at the same time she realized she seemed to forget how to do that. No wonder she wasn't allowed to wine and dine her own clients anymore.
She put one hand on her hip, the other grasping the strap on a black leather handbag that was obvious designer, though it would take a sharp eye with a lot of fashion knowledge to notice it was last year's. Even still it was an accessory that could probably easily be pawned and pay rent for months ahead. That combined with the crisp business chic outfit and matching shoes, Zia was fairly obviously a trust fund baby. But one that was looking for an escape route.
"No pets, don't worry," She added. She did, in fact, have a pet. And as much as she adored her dog, Harley, she had already decided the big doofus of a dog was going to have to grow accustomed to a new owner. She was escaping into a more detached life and wasn't going to bring the poor animal along for the ride.
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