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This is the private living quarters of Zeth and Alicia Baslazari. Protected by magic older than the world itself, the apartment can stay hidden if the owners so choose not to let it be found. It's a beautiful modern design with 3 bedrooms and 2 1/2 baths. There is a large kitchen and open floor plan living room and dining room.

:Those Permitted:
Zeth
Alicia
Bleidd
Lucian
Audrey
Briallan
Lavinia


Updated for Loooooo.



Subject: ring ring ring BANANA PHONE


Author:
Lucian
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Date Posted: 15:02:37 07/25/09 Sat



Unraveling the shadows from his flesh, the male figure slipped into the apartment without a care to be had. It was fairly obvious from the way he casually strolled over to the fridge to hijack a beer and hopped up onto the countertop to sit that Lucian did as he pleased. Silver stained lenses scrawled across the room, his brow quirking occasionally.

What most did not and could never know is that Lucian could peel back layers in time to witness events in the past first hand. How the fuck could Zeth still afford his lifestyle with all the property damage? Ew. Lucian really did not want to see that. Interesting. Seriously… more broken furniture and shattered glass? Lovely. Ha! Wouldn’t mind getting under that skirt. Etc etc .

Flicking the bottle cap across the room into the trash, Lucian took a sip, only to make a face and pour it down the drain. Glug glug glug. It was skunky; gross.


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Subject: strange bedfellows.


Author:
what's my name.
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Date Posted: 19:52:49 06/25/09 Thu

Bare toes crept across the apartment. Pitch hued strands swirled around the slender figure as the unfamiliar figure moved past the kitchen area. Smoldering golden mirrors caught a glimpse of a butcher knife resting on the granite kitchen counter. With any luck, she would have no need for it. Fingertips brushed against the wall, pausing for a breath to glance upon a picture or two. Interesting.

The bedroom door creaked as she turned the knob and pushed it open. In a single fluid motion, the figure set her self nimbly upon the bed. Reclined and at ease, she rolled over to rest upon her tummy. The bedding possessed the all too familiar tangy scent of sex.

Seeeeeex. It was what she did best.
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Subject: .:.Please Kill It Now.:.


Author:
Zeth
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Date Posted: 10:43:20 06/09/09 Tue

The most important thing Zeth had learned so far in life involved measurements. There are some things that exact measurement always lead you wrong with. The first was spaghetti. When measuring out spaghetti always go with less than it says. Spaghetti, like Zeth, can be very misleading. The second is instant potatoes. Maybe it’s because they’re so delicious, but more than the recommended measurement is always best. Last but not least is the measurement of time. It can not be trusted. This is the realization that Zeth came to on that sunny June morning as he carefully strolled through the sagging doors of his warehouse.

His stride was arrogant, as always, and his gaze flittered over his old stomping ground before arching to the stairs. The main warehouse was empty and clean of debris. Zeth correlated this to the fact that a large FOR SALE sign had been posted over the gate he’d pushed past to get in. Damn city officials trying to rezone and sell abandoned land.

As Zeth swaggered into the upstairs apartment, he pushed the door back and found the room miraculously well polished. Still furnished as he left it, he was glad to see there would be little to no clean up involved with his move. That suited him well. Well, almost as he left it. As his gaze drifted over the walls it came to a halt on a new tapestry that had been hung. The yarn used to weave the installation piece was the first thing that caused its not-in-a-good-way eye catching design. Chunky red yarn had been drug, probably kicking and screaming, through the fibers and topped off with gold metallic fabric in irregular patters throughout. Bright orange, which added nothing to the piece color scheme, had been stitched on perhaps the shape of a woman. Zeth knew women and if he’d encountered this one at the bar, his next text message might have been a nasty read. Zeth wondered if perhaps this apartment might be where art came to die. No seriously, was it? He wasted to time to climbing up the white fabric couch and tearing the piece of the wall.

When he said he’d never come back 4 years ago, he didn’t really mean. Jeeze.
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Subject: ::breaking and entering::


Author:
Max
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Date Posted: 19:50:33 07/17/05 Sun

::walking up the steps to the apartment, the vampiress reflects on her conversation with Zeth's brood. oh dear, now that hadn't gone well at all. Constance was determined to condescend while Lavinia was determined to reveal as little as possible to the curious redhead. damn. no wonder she'd never wanted children. well, she'd tried, hadn't she? and just because she hadn't succeeded didn't mean that she hadn't really tried. to a casual observer, maybe her attempts would look pathetic. but truly, for one so unschooled in the art of gentle coaxing and comforting, she really had done her best.

entering the apartment, hoping Zeth wouldn't mind her little intrusion, the femme heads straight for the kitchen. flicking on the lights, she pulls open the freezer's door and searches for ice cubes. pulling out a few and sticking them in a nearby dishtowel, she sets the whole package on the counter and moves to the sink. running the water hot enough for steam to rise from it's flow, she runs her hand beneath it. the whole appendage is bruised and bloody, swollen to twice it's normal size and throbbing like a bitch. hey, just because she was immortal and her wounds healed unnaturally fast did not mean that they didn't hurt like all hell. not so much as a wince or grimace crosses her face as the scalding water hit the injured hand, washing the blood and brick dirt from the cuts and revealing more purple- and red-mottled skin.

turning off the water, she picks up the ice in her good hand and settles on the couch. putting the ice in her lap, she begins to set her broken fingers. interesting work with only one fully functioning hand. her hand begins to look a little more normal with every shift of bone and sinew, the only pain the redhead felt shown in her bright green eyes. the grisly work done, she sets the towel full of ice on her knuckles and reclines on the sofa. what a night. hopefully she would have no more like it for quite a while::

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Subject: MAIL CALL


Author:
Sender Person Guy
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Date Posted: 23:20:02 07/21/05 Thu

It hadn't taken long for the dash across town. The envolope was tucked under his suited arm. Up the stairs and a rasp on the door was enough sign for anyone of his presence. Unpleasent but nessicary business. Words rehaershed in his head, he waited for the door to be answered.
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Subject: $ The Betrayed $


Author:
Alicia Baslazari
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Date Posted: 21:41:14 06/26/05 Sun



Though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I will fear no evil. For I am evil and this is my Valley.

$Oh if only that could be true of the sun kissed dove as she appeared upon the doorstep of her once home, in truth it was still her home, no papers had been signed, no proof her bond was over...after all the cursed kiss still remained as it would for eternity...twas her wish. She was Zeth's no matter how much the male was not her's.

Delicate frame was moved into the apartment rather silently, her years as a mortal telepathic making it easy to spot who was here or just left. Ah it seems Zeth was entertain again, and for once it wasn't the female type, though he did have two present or rather had. The aura of both screaming that of Brillian while one seemed to scream something else as well. Shaking her oval dial as to rid her mind of distractions, petite frame pressed forward. Past the sitting room, bedrooms, kitchen, and following to where the voices were. It did not take a genius to see a plan in action, though it was the look of pain upon the raven-haired female's face that caused her temper to flare.

Optics of two hues glinted with a dangerous light, something Zethy boy had only seen a few times within the dove before them. He'd pushed it this time, though it was slightly hard to tell by merely looking at her. Still as a statue she stood...the lyrics that escaped her lips just as cold.

"I see you are still putting those keen parenting skills of yours into use." The single sentence given alerting the two males of her presence had they not seen it before. Stepping forward and into the room, uncaring if there was a meeting occurring or not she spoke to one and one only, ignoring the others the best she could...after all she was this man's wife and rather or not he was truthful, it did not matter...she deserved some answers now and then dangit and by golly she was getting them. Tonight.

"How are you my lovely husband?" Words speaking softly to the male before her, the double edge sword the words carried sure to hurt both the parties present, him and her that were. "I was wondering when you'd stop back in to say hello, but after waiting months at the honeymoon lodge I gave up...I a most sure business called." Dear me is it just me or has Alicia being trying to take tips from Bri when it comes to poking her points across.

"Who are these girls?" Her last words before she took a step away from the male before her unaware of how close she'd come to him, the mere scent of him bringing back so many memories it took all her will power not to rush into him and beg for him to hold for eternity. But her will withstood and there she was, an arms reach in front of the male she loved with all her heart and soul, yet despised at the same time. $

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Subject: !|!Popping In!|!


Author:
Vibe
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Date Posted: 17:28:44 03/24/05 Thu

Ahh, what familiar sounds, the creak of the floor board as she rested her small weight upon them as she made her way towards the apartment. Emerald optics surveyed the new improvements of dust that layed atop of everything as she snaked her way between crates and boxes. Soft pads made no noise as she finally made her way up to the apartment and with a slight jump and twist she got the door to open and slipped inside. Gazing around she noticed the new activity, probably not good concerning her Zethy but nobody could control that boy. Jumping upon the couch, her bulk a little heavier then usual though it was not do to eating habits but the life that was growing in her. Yes, the old feline was pregnant and very dangerous if not in the right mood. Don't you love mood swings? Snuggling up in the cushions she awaited to see if her presence would be noticed but she didn't really care because she would hang out until someone actually kicked her out, if that was ever heard of.
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