Natasha pulled up to the house on her motorcycle to see plenty of people looking at the mansion. [i]I guess these are my new housemates.[/i] She thought to herself as she turned off the bike and pulled off her helmet. Her long purple hair swayed back and forth as she shook her head to make herself look more presentable. She unzipped her leather jacket as she got a good look over the mansion. [i]Wow...this place is better then I thought it would be.[/i] She walked up to the front door and went inside to find her room. As she looked through the house she found room number 19. She opened the door and placed her backpack on the bed farthest from the window for now. As she saw the second bed she knew she would have a room mate. She would ask who ever it was which bed they wanted but she hoped she would not have to look at the moon at night. Just the thought of it made her skin crawl more and more. She shook that thought out of her head and began to go through her bag. 

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Alexi walked up to the doors and walked inside. He noticed the other people out front but he was tired from the long journey to get there with his scythe on his back. He looked through the house finding his room. Number 13....figures. The unlucky number for the man responsible for many people unluckiest day. He opened the door to see someone already inside arranging the room. [i]A roommate...this will be interesting.[/i] "Hello. I am Alexi." He said with a thick Russian accent. He did not hold out his hand though. If it was a human he did not want to risk giving them an earlier death from his touch. It would not kill them until it was their time...but it was known to take a bit of a strain of their life expediency by a few months or even years.