Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4995321-20160723013433/@comment-4059927-20160726174953

(Yeah)

Michael, Gregory, Craig, and whomever else may have followed arrived at the apartment complex for which they occupied. Gregory recognized the building, it within the confines of this building that he was raised in.

The stone tenement like building stood quietly, shouts could be heard from a room elsewhere in the building, leaves fell around them, and cool air greeted them. They walked up the aged, stone staircase and went through the glass door. The place stank of gathering dust, and intrusive decay.

The marble flooring was rotting in some places and Gregory looked around, nervously. Flashbacks of his childhood where he could remember stalking his way through the corridors of the building, in his childhood the building was better maintained. Or was it? Maybe that was the glossy arrogance of youth, blocking out the decomposing lower-tier living area.