Antebellum Apartments, Monday afternoon

Sep 01, 2008 15:37

Bobby wasn't about to keep living the student life now that he was visibly in his twenties, so he'd set out to find a place that wouldn't break his bank -- he still had money coming in from Caleb running the salvage yard, but expenses in South Dakota meant it wasn't that much.

And there was no way he was going to try and keep Rumsfeld in a motel room or the Y.

He got his things and his dog moved into Antebellum Apartments quickly enough, and he was now standing on a ladder in his new living room, painting a devil's trap on the ceiling.

He had the door open. It was never too early to start meeting your new neighbors.

[ooc: Open.]
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