In the middle of wondering for the umpteenth time why he didn't just sleep in his office at CASKET, instead of throwing away money on this apartment, as he pulled closed the door on his living space. Of course, it wasn't like he couldn't afford it and though his office was nice, there certainly wasn't space for a bed. As much as he loved his club and the people who patronized it, there was still some call for an away retreat, even if it was only for a few hours each week. Not to mention it got him out of the club every once in awhile, met some interesting new people that would give him more connections. Everything had a purpose, even if one wasn't aware of it yet.
Keys jingled in his hand as he slid closed the lock, ensuring that all of his collected knick-knacks that were there for comfort's sake were safe. Ariana had often lamented his need to fill every space with something, but he'd always managed to convince her of its need, even if simply she'd agree to keeping it though she wouldn't believe in its value. Maybe that was one thing he could like, having his own space again. When he was young, he'd shared a room with his brothers - growing up had taken him out of the nest (albeit not in a fashion most would desire, what with his father essentially expelling him from the family home) and almost immediately living with Ariana shortly after they had met and married. Very rarely Julian had ever lived alone, or really ever been alone, making the apartment space seem too big and too empty for him to really enjoy it.
Perhaps that was one thing that drove him back to the club over and over again, the comfort of noise and the presence of others, even if he wasn't always immediately mingling with them. His keys were slipped back into his trouser pocket, and he glanced to the side to see a tall, attractive looking blond going through her purse, the floor scattered with bags. The image reminded him of his wife - in fact, that purse looked like something she would own - but he batted the image away. Ariana had been very clear about having him out of the apartment, and there was little reason why she'd move here, of all places. Julian had found plenty of female companionship in the Pax Letale apartment building, and now it looked like such a thing was moving into his own floor. Never one to be shy, and hoping that perhaps this newcomers introduction would help wave away the thoughts in his mind, Julian approached the woman.
"Hey, newcomer to the building? It's nice to see they're upping the standard for tenants around here, I was needing a better reason to hang around my apartment-" The line dropped as the outline of the woman's face became all too clear. His words dried up in his throat, face registering complete and utter shock. Her, of all people. Of all places, here. Was this some kind of cosmic joke, that since he had begun feeling that strange sense of guilt, all of a sudden he was going to be punished with her actually being on the same goddamn floor of his apartment building?!