Morningstar Manor

There were two sets of 'not quite human' tenants in the garden this morning. The first was Aaron Jones, dressed as always in grey slacks and a crisp business shirt and tie. This morning he sat on a bench in the shade of a few trees and puffed on his cigar. A short ways away from him, in the bright sunlight, lay two massive Irish Wolfhounds apparently sunning themselves.

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Not far from Aaron was another being. Today Loki had opted for a different spot to perch - instead of in the arms of the Angel statue he was sitting cross-legged on the head/back of the demon statue. In one hand was a cup of coffee from the Mocha and resting on his knees was his old and battered volume of Edgar Allan Poe. Dressed in all black as he was - if it wasn't for the bright red hair burning in the sunlight he might go unnoticed.

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Demitri sat in the Mocha, trying not to laugh as Joy watched him cautiously. But really he wasn't doing anything - just having coffee and a bagel and looking through the paper. And trying to keep his mind on his classes for the day and not wonder where Kevin was and if he was alright.

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Across the Mocha - stretched out quite enticingly on a sofa - was Eris. She had on a bikini top and a pair of very short denim cut offs as she had her coffee and flipped through a magazine before heading up to the roof for a swim.

Dear Mr Jones,

It has come to our attention that you are currently accommodating a house guest. While this is perfectly acceptable within the rules of our tenancy agreement, I would draw your attention to paragraph 3, section 4a, where it clearly states that all such guests should make themselves known to the security staff, registering details and predicted length of stay.

This is for both the guests good and for the protection of our other tenants. Once known to the security staff your guest will be free of the fear of being challenged and summarily ejected. Many of our tenants choose to live in the Manor primarily because our reputation for tight security and do not wish the general public to have access to the building.

Please ensure that your guest [insert name here] complies with our polite request.

Yours faithfully

J Vision
Chmn Tenants' Association

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The guards didn't notice the young man walk in. Which in and of itself should have been odd. He was rather hard to miss.

Not because he was tall, he really wasn't. 5'6" wasn't all that tall for a guy. But the hair... The hair was rather hard to miss. Bright red but not clown style - more a bright blood red if that was possible. Sometimes it was brushed soft and flowed to his shoulders (like now). Sometimes it looked as if it hadn't been brushed in days and stuck up everywhere. And then there were the clothes. Black combat boots, baggy black jeans with numerous pockets and chains, black tshirt with a faded skull and beneath, a long sleeved black netted shirt to cover the lower parts of his arms and part of slender and pale hands that ended in black painted nails. That was the other thing - that hair made him ghostly pale.

Loki looked around the lobby and gave a low whistle. Not bad. Not bad at all. He could see what attracted the likes of Vision and Jones to this place. It was pulsing with power. And the people! So many and all of them just ripe for the picking. Oh yes he'd have fun here.

Provided he could convince a certain someone to let him crash for a bit.

( Hello, Arawn )