[center][h3][color=teal]Darrell Flint[/color][/h3][/center]


The drive to his new accommodation was a fairly pleasant one, despite the hangover. Darrell had been so set last night to just go to bed early, get plenty of rest, and be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for the early move the next morning. But of course, his old flatmates just insisted on giving him a goodbye party, and it honestly didn't take much for him to be tempted by alcohol and bar crawls. As such, he was currently running on less than an hour's sleep, and still partially drunk and fairly dishevelled from the bender he had participated in. Thankfully his cousin Connor - who happened to be living nearby - had offered to drive him and his belongings up to the new place, knowing about Darrell's current financial situation. It was rather nice of him, considering how Darrell was just stinking up the poor guy's car with leftover alcohol fumes.

"Is this the place?" Connor asked, suddenly shaking Darrell out of his half-conscious stupor. Lowering his sunglasses to peer out of the window, Darrell nodded in affirmation as he stretched. Connor wrinkled his nose slightly, climbing out of the car. "Looks creepy, mate. Probably haunted."

"The only spirits that are going to be bothering me today are the ones still attacking my liver." Darrell replied huskily, getting out with a groan and rubbing his forehead. "Ouch. And my brain." Connor barked out a laugh, and the pair proceeded to take Darrell's assortment of suitcases, duffel bags and rucksacks out from the boot of the car. Considering the size of it, it was amazing that they'd been able to fit all of his stuff in.

Noticing the open front door as he and Connor walked up the pathway to the house, Darrell realised that he was the last one to arrive. Hopefully they hadn't all picked rooms without him. Popping some more spearmint gum into his mouth and chewing rapidly to get rid of his vodka breath a bit quicker, Darrell gave a brief goodbye hug to Connor as he dumped his various bags on the floor outside. Poor guy had to race back across town just to get to his seminar on time.

"Alright." He said to the five people in the hallway as he approached, offering a lazy smile and smoothly stepping out of the way as a boy sent his belongings tumbling to the floor. "I'm Darrell - pleased to meet you." At first glance, they seemed like a pretty average bunch. Three guys - one of which looked withdrawn, the clumsy one rather nervous looking; a red-headed girl that made Darrell wonder about a potential fiery temper; and of course, what was clearly their landlady. Taking off his sunglasses, Darrell ran a hand through his fairly messy hair, silently thanking one of his female friends for letting him use some dry shampoo before he rushed away to his new home. That stuff really did work miracles.