[center]The day started off nicely enough, with the sun rising to the sound of chirping birds. Light glittering of the dew hanging on the grass, the rich scent of nature enveloping the Blackwing Apartments. Some tenants woke up early, others never slept, some found that the sunrise coincided with their return to home. Nonetheless, it was a good enough morning that there weren't noises too crass to disturb it, or situations too dire to cause a solemn silence. The peaceful morning passed quickly, starting to lead up to a rather hot noon.
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Adonis "Andy" Ring[/center]

Andy tended not to leave his window open at night ever. When he was asleep, he couldn't keep an eye out on what freak decided to come in, but it just so happened that the night before (or the morning earlier? It was one, last time he remembered), he ended up falling asleep over his laptop before he got a chance to shut the window leading to the balcony. Of course, no body dared sneak into his abode (partially because he was on the second floor, mostly because he resided in [i]the[/i] infamous Oddball Apartments), but something else entirely crept up.

"Achoo!" sneezed the teen into his bandaged arm, sniffling as chills ran throughout his body. He'd eaten the breakfast Daniel'd left out by his front door, the clutter of empty bowls and dishes littering the floor of his balcony. Looking out below, Andy couldn't help but wonder how easy it would be to jump. Of course, given his slight fear of heights, he knew it wouldn't be easy at all, and given his cheap build, the damage would cost more than the adventure was worth. Not to mention that he'd probably spazz out again once ejected from his comfort zone. Even he, a child genius, failed to understand how his body limited him to such a small space, the all too familiar clenching in his stomach and rising hairs in his body preventing him from even setting a foot out of his apartment door.

The teen had long decided not to question it, however, accepting that he should be thankful to even get out into his balcony, though the spasms that lead to such an achievement was hell he refused to ever go through again. "Ah," he gasped as he watched his spoon fall down to the ground below. His eyes wandering from between the bars of his balcony railing to his cup jello, Andy found himself in a conundrum. How was he gonna finish his meal now?

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[center]Daniel Wordsworth[/center]

Whistling a weary tune, a tall man made his way through town, large sunglasses framed over a delicate face, lips pink at the hint of lipstick. His hair fell over his face, bouncing in a way that seemed to shout money, slender and pale fingers rising to brush stray strands behind a pierced ear. His hand, adorned with rings, dropped back to fitting snugly into his pocket, the black, slim, high-waist dress pants accentuating the length of his legs, leading to sick shoewear. Patent leather round toe lace-up oxford with matte black grommets, waxed laces and allover tonal spike details, to be exact. Louboutins. Signature red leather sole.

"Are you by chance looking to live there?"
Daniel's eyes flickered from distraction, focusing to an elderly lady in a wheelchair, arms abundant with groceries, her young daughter(?) behind her. The woman was talking to what looked to be a jogger that had stopped in front of rich looking gates, slightly ajar, slightly covered with vines. A small couldn't help but form on Daniel's lips at the sight- home. His attention flickered back to the conversing old lady and jogger as the man apologized with, "Ah, no, I just- this place looks nice, but I haven't seen it in any ads. So-"
"Wondering if they got an opening eh? Wouldn't reccomend it." There was a pause as the woman urged the man to bend down, and when he lended his ear, she whispered loud enough for Daniel to hear-

"Place is full of freaks."

Daniel walked by the man, accidentally brushing bare skin against the jogger's tacky suit. The jogger turned to glance at him, Daniel lowering his sunglasses just as the two made eye contact. The other man was shorter than Daniel, but only by slightly, thought the Blackwing tenant to himself. His pinked lips formed a small smile as he, as sweetly as he could, pardoned, "Oh, I'm sorry." Even beyond the redness of the jogger due to exercise a rising blush could be seen. The young lady behind him- who, now that Daniel was closer and could observe with ease was much too young to be the crone's daughter- also looked a bit starstruck as well. 

"If you'll excuse me," Daniel said with his sugar coated voice, smiling as he turned to the gates, smacking them open and entering gracefully, his eyes practically glaring the words 'fuck you' as he slammed the gates shut behind him. With an irked sigh, not even bothering to look back to see the reaction on the groups' faces. Not that he needed to, given that the silence was enough. 

"I left the gate open for a reason, you know," said a familiar voice, the landlord greeting Daniel as he made his way over stone steps. The man was sweltering, but was still watering the lovely plants like the lovely soul he was. Daniel apologized with a simple, "Sorry~ I'll keep it open next time~" as he continued to the front door, making his way over to his mailbox, opening it with a click of a key, fishing through letters on the spot.