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noname1123:
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Days of Inspiration: A Rent RPG
Sun, Dec. 24th, 1989 08:49 pm

The first one she saw was stuck to a telephone pole, and nearly illegible it was covered in so much graffiti. She wasn't sure why it caught her eye, but it did, and like everything else about Benny, it immediately put a sour taste in her mouth and a pang of regret in her chest.

The paper was a yellow color, she realized, under all the dirt on it, and it couldn't have been there long or she would have noticed it before. Strange how something could be assimilated into the East Village atmosphere of chaos so quickly.

"Go to hell, Benny," she muttered.

Mimi pulled the eviction notice off the telephone pole and carefully tore it up, watching as the pieces fell and sunk in a puddle of brownish water that had collected at the side of the road.

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the_cameraman:
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Days of Inspiration: A Rent RPG
Sun, Mar. 26th, 2006 02:55 pm

Feeling trapped and alone really doesn't do much for Mark's mental stability, or so he's come to realize in the past few months.

Alone on the couch, the silence of the loft surrounding him, Mark did the only thing he could think of at that moment - picked up the phone and dialed Collins.

"Hey," He said, as he heard someone pick up.

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the_cameraman:
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Days of Inspiration: A Rent RPG
Mon, Dec. 19th, 1988 11:50 pm

With a deep breath, Mark pushed the loft door open, cringing as it slid open with a dying cry. It was late, he knew, and Roger might be sleeping. He sighed, shouldered his duffle bag, and shoved his other bag (filled with "supplies" as insisted by his mother) through the door.

Quickly tossing a plastic bag of leftovers on the counter to put away, he unraveled his scarf from his neck and ran a hand through his hair, listening for the sounds of life in the loft. Although all he could hear was the creaking of the cold winter air through the walls of the building, he couldn't help but allow a small smile to creep across his face.

He was home.

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noname1123:
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Days of Inspiration: A Rent RPG
Wed, Dec. 6th, 2006 09:15 pm

Mimi slid the window open and poked her head out. The air was cold, but not biting, and for once it actually felt good on her face. The past few days had been tense to say the least, and her little apartment had begun to feel claustrophobic with so much emotion bouncing around between the paper thin walls. She looked back inside for a moment, smiled at Angel, and hooked one leg over the windowsill, climbing catlike out onto the fire escape.

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theonesong:
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Days of Inspiration: A Rent RPG
Wed, Dec. 6th, 1989 07:11 pm

Roger leaned back on the couch.

Five days since Mark left.

Five days of silence.

He didn't like to admit it, but Roger didn't like being alone all the time. It was eerie and left him to thinking too much. Yet he didn't have the will to venture outside the confines of the loft.

So he'd spent most of his time sleeping, some of it fiddling a little with his guitar, but not a lot. It felt strange to make music in such quiet. He needed noise, needed chaos every now and then, but life felt so still. And he really hadn't played seriously since April slit her wrists.

It all seemed so pointless.

Roger sighed and moved to look out the window. Maybe he'd sit outside for a while, at least the noise of the street did something to drown out the silence.

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the_sellout1:
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Days of Inspiration: A Rent RPG
Fri, Dec. 1st, 1989 06:21 pm
ATTN:Mimi

Benny sat behind the steering wheel of the green Range Rover contemplating going upstairs or calling Mimi and having her come down. Ultimately he decided it was a better idea to have her come down. This avoided the potential fight in her apartment. Besides he didn't want to run into any of his former roomies, that had a far greater potential for disaster than a fight with Mimi. What was the most recent term his friends used to describe him?

"Oh yes" He muttered "The sell out, or yuppy scum" The thought made him a little sad, Mark and Roger just didn't understand. He shrugged and picked up his cell phone this trip wasn't about them. This was about him and the girl downstairs.

"Mimi, come downstairs I'm double parked." It was his way of justifying to her not coming up. He wasn't trying to be un-gentleman like. He wanted so badly to please her. That reminded him. He set a single rose on the seat beside him, it was so red that it was almost black. It was her favorite.

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enigma731:
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Days of Inspiration: A Rent RPG
Sun, Mar. 12th, 2006 07:21 pm

There's still a few of you who have not joined the OOC community. Please make sure you do, as all announcements from here on out are going to be made on it. We're very serious about this--nobody wants annoying posts (like this one) interrupting play, but we want to make sure you don't miss anything important.

Also, let's try and pick up the timeline a bit, shall we? We don't want Mark to come back and have it still be the same day. ^_~ It'd be good if everyone could try for at least one reply per day, though we certainly won't ban you if you can't manage it.

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a_dramaqueen:
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Days of Inspiration: A Rent RPG
Fri, Dec. 1st, 1989 12:20 am

Maureen leaned back in her chair at their small kitchen table. Her feet were up on the table while she held a worn marble notebook in her lap. “Then a little mule entered…” Maureen read what was already scribbled down on the paper. There were words all over it, some scribbled out, some inserted where they didn’t fit, little doodles all over the page. “And it’s name was Benny…. No that sounds like shit…. Then a little backstabbing bastard of a man- God why is this so hard!!” Maureen let out an exasperated sigh as she tossed the notebook onto the table, folding her arms in a huff. ‘I’m having writer’s block, I’m done for today.’

After several minutes of sitting in the chair with nothing to do, Maureen called out, “Joanne Baby!!!” She was so glad she and Joanne were living together now. Living with the guys was fun and all, but too much testosterone under one roof. Now she could be with her Joanne all the time, and not have to worry about privacy! Maureen was glad that Joanne said she could move in, they had only been dating a couple of weeks, but when Maureen asked if she could move in with Joanne, she had actually agreed. Actually it took a bit of convincing… but luckily Maureen was able to persuade her.

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noname1123:
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Days of Inspiration: A Rent RPG
Fri, Dec. 1st, 1989 12:18 pm

The building seemed to creak at night. Sometimes it even seemed alive. Mimi sighed and wrapped her arms around herself, wishing for a moment that she had somewhere, anywhere else to go. But at the same time it had meant so much of her to finally get a place of her own, to finally be independent. She wasn't about to give it all up within a month just because of a little bit of cold. That wasn't who she was. Not at all.

So instead she sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping her arms around herself, shivering in the cold and wanting the one thing that seemed to make her warm lately. She knew she should stop, that it was bad, that there was everything in the world to lose, but it was days like this when she just didn't feel like bothering.

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the_cameraman:
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Days of Inspiration: A Rent RPG
Fri, Mar. 10th, 2006 10:03 pm

Mark stood standing silently in the center of the loft's open area, duffle bag at his feet. A breath caught in his throat and he tapped his foot. He was torn - should he tell his roommate that he was leaving and possibly wake him up from a possible nap? (The musician's door was closed - he didn't know what was happening begind the closed door)

Or should he just leave?

Finally, with a slight push of his glasses up his nose, he sighed, reaching down to shoulder his duffel bag. He quickly leaned over to the countertop and scribbled a note onto the pad there, before reaching into his pocket for the small fold of dollar bills. He pulled five bucks from the small clip and put it next to the note.

"Rog, I'm leaving," He yelled, as he went to the door.

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