Post by Seth Young on Jul 29, 2013 23:25:14 GMT
Seth was new to town, and after being introduced to the SFPD men and women that he would be working with, he knew that now would have been the best time to find better living accomodations than a motel room. He began looking through the ads on the internet, and in the newspaper. There was one guy who was a cat lover, and as nice of a guy he seemed to be, he was really into cats, and was a little on the weird side. The second person that he visited was a local artist, and poet, who wanted to make a nude sculpture of Seth. Not his kind of interest at all, and seemed a little to nympho for his tastes. Shaking his head, he continued his search.
After many searches and many failures, his last ad on his list was at 9091 Poet Fall Dr. He did some research on the area before making his choice, and it looked like a decent enough neighborhood. Low taxes, no high crime, and it was affordable to rent in the area. Seth got into his car and took a half hour trip through traffic before arriving at the house. While he could have shimmered, it would have been very suspicious if he didn't just show up with his truck. Besides, even shimmering would have taken two trips, and his truck was convenient to have, with his stuff.
His only fear now, was if he would run into yet another weird person in this last interview for becoming a potential roomate. Climbing up the stairs to the fourth floor of the apartment complex, he found the room number 48. Knocking on the door, Seth waited patiently, and held onto the piece of paper that spoke of the wanted ad. If the person was at least normal, he hoped that they had not already had the spot filled.
After many searches and many failures, his last ad on his list was at 9091 Poet Fall Dr. He did some research on the area before making his choice, and it looked like a decent enough neighborhood. Low taxes, no high crime, and it was affordable to rent in the area. Seth got into his car and took a half hour trip through traffic before arriving at the house. While he could have shimmered, it would have been very suspicious if he didn't just show up with his truck. Besides, even shimmering would have taken two trips, and his truck was convenient to have, with his stuff.
His only fear now, was if he would run into yet another weird person in this last interview for becoming a potential roomate. Climbing up the stairs to the fourth floor of the apartment complex, he found the room number 48. Knocking on the door, Seth waited patiently, and held onto the piece of paper that spoke of the wanted ad. If the person was at least normal, he hoped that they had not already had the spot filled.