[center][h2][color=00746b]Maribelle Jackson[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
As the various shenanigans ensued at Maple 801 - 101's entrance, a sharply dressed young woman carrying a wheeled luggage stood in front of the sign at the gate, adjusting her glasses and leaning foward as to read the words that it contained. She then straightened her back and looked at the several people that were a part of the ongoing human cacophony, and allowed a heartfelt sigh escape her lips when her own vibrating cellphone made itself known. Her slender hand took it from her breast pocket and she accepted the call. [color=00746b]"Leonore, I told you I'm busy today. I've got to move into my new apartment. What is it? [...] Aham... [...] Aham... [...] Like I said, I'm busy at the moment. Bruce's the one in charge of that wedding at the moment. Bye" [/color][color=gold][i]~beep~[/i][/color]

The moments she hung up, Maribelle noticed that this noisy group were going to be her neighbours, and that they were now walking towards their respective housings, except for one: a young woman holding a broom who was wearing a cat-eared hoodie. She was probably the one in charge, so she approached her and smiled politely at her. [color=00746b]"G'evening, Miss. My name's Maribelle Jackson, and I believe I'm now the occupant of the Room number 2. Could I have the key to it, if you please?"[/color] she held her hand in front of the landowner, waiting for either a handshake or the keys. The keys if possible.