[center]Erin Keller[/center]
Mornings were awful.

Afternoons were nauseating.

Evenings were perfect.

At least, until they ended. Erin, who was probably well-known around the apartments for being an insomniac and a night owl, spent most of her nights out on the town. She found mysteries in darkened back alleys, and life in twenty-four hour stores, and her imagination and anxiety-filled mind was at ease when she could see the lights on the streets and the lack of eyes on her past. But now, the night was fading, turning from black to white as the sun claimed the moon's sky and cast light across the land which Erin had been watching from a tree-covered hill in the park. Joggers and dog-walkers were awakening, and she could only sit and wait on the wooden bench, huffing on a packet of cigarettes as she glanced around for the perfect time to move on back home. Time passed though, and she had yet to move as her mind felt dry from the lack of sleep and proper food, and it was only until she felt... [i]it[/i] on her body that she leaped up and limped home.

It was, of course, eyes. Curious eyes, scared eyes, pitiful eyes, disgusted eyes. People who were never taught not to stare, who found her deformities both amazing and gross. People, Erin hated people, more than she hated herself, and with that thought in mind she put all her might into rushing home, where other freaks and people who minded their business lay. She would have been able to make it back to Blackwing before the mid-day sun claimed the cool morning air, if not for the sudden hand on her shoulder. A rough, unfamiliar hand,

"Miss...?" A gruff, unfamiliar voice. Erin felt her throat close with fear, head slowly turning as she was met with the bearded-face of a male, who was holding on loosely to a few scraps of paper. Writings that had been inspired by the lovely night, she must have left them on the bench... "You dropped this." He held out the papers slowly, eyes focused on her crutch, and Erin felt her jaw clench as she attempted to nod and reach for them with her free hand, but all at once she whimpered and swung, pushing the man back with enough force to knock him over,

"Don't touch me!" Her voice was shrill, threatening, "just throw them out, leave me alone!" And with adrenaline-fueled speed she bolted out of the conversation, limping as fast as she could manage until she was finally out of the park and back in the streets. Her lungs clenched and she breathed out heavy, painful sighs, but did not stop to relax, instead power-crutching down the sidewalk, retracing her steps from last night. Erin had traveled a long, long way by mistake, the obvious euphoria in her brain last night had failed to realize how far her leg could take her, so the walk home would be a rather hated one. So now, with the ever present fear of the man she pushed away following her, she pushed her body to the limit in an attempt to rush home and perhaps get some rest.

By the time she made it to the gates of the apartment it was noon and sweltering. The sun's ray were furious for some reason, which of course meant that the day was going to be uncomfortably warm. Well, at least she could spend it in the comfortable, air conditioned room she called home. Some of the other tenants seemed to be up and about already, as Erin caught sight of the familiar, fashionable back of Daniel and the owner, Jin. Not wanting to have another unwanted conversation she slunk through the gate slowly and stuck to the left of the stone path that led to the entrance, freezing as she watched Daniel enter the front doors. 

[i]'Wait for a moment, then enter. Good plan, good pla-'[/i]

Her mental monologue was cut short by something hard hitting her head. She balanced it on her head for a moment, then let it clatter to the earth without a word, taking note of the slender shape and metallic shine as it fell. In the end, Erin came to the conclusion that it was a spoon. How odd, spoons don't normally fall from the sky. She slowly lowered herself down and picked it up, glancing about to see if it had been thrown before turning her eye upwards. A balcony was straight above her, and she deduced that it was probably room 2B's... Meaning...

"Uh..." She backed up slowly until she could see the boy on the balcony, and after assessing the situation she decided it was safe for her to speak to the other recluse. Still... She wasn't a big fan of the brunet, and it was obvious that he didn't like her much either. After another moment of thought she held up the spoon with her freehand, loudly shouting:

"Hey, fucktard! You drop this?"

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[center]Cody Mensah and Lucy Coure[/center]
The apartment of Mensah-Coure was as silent as can be, which was to be expected, seeing Cody had left for work early on in the morning and Lucy was still sound asleep. However, as the sun began to rise and shine light down upon the earth, it also glowed ruthlessly into the windows of the apartment, and just the light alone was enough to wake the small child. She rose without elegance, her brown hair sticking out every which way with tangles and cowlicks. The room around her glowed with mid-day light, and she took a moment to rub her eyes and rid herself of grogginess before fully getting up. Even then, though, she wasn't fully awake. Her small body moved as if zombified, reaching aimlessly toward the doors of her closet while her feet continued to get tangled in clothing and toys. She eventually managed to pull out a suitable outfit and change, awakening more and more with each jerking movement until she was finally able to raise her arms and let out a loud, excited yell:

"Cody!"

Though, as soon as she received no response, her arms lowered and she shrugged, jumping over her messy floor and out of the room. Lucy was a smart girl, she was aware that adults had to work and that Cody was in fact an adult despite always playing with cards and stones and other weird toys. She was also aware that Cody wouldn't leave her without leaving some food behind, and with that thought in mind she wandered passed the creepy living room into the kitchen. Instantly, her eyes landed on a plastic-wrapped plate of bacon and pancakes, and with quick movements she unwrapped it, threw it in the microwave, and began to set the coffee table for herself, putting down napkins, a fork and knife, and finally a glass of milk. By the time she was finished the microwave was beeping, and once again she moved quickly and finally placed the plate with the rest of her set up. She then took a seat on the couch and flipped on the TV, smiling as she cut into her caretaker's amazing breakfast.

Meanwhile, Cody was busy being a chef. Yes, stir those eggs, fry that pork, cut those onions. Go, you chef, go do chef-y things. Your shift is eight to two today you'll probably be in the next post.