charliesweb7
Supernova
- Joined
- Sep 20, 2013
- Location
- United States
1027 Windsor Place. Yes, this was the right address. Everything was...brick around here. Interesting how different architecture was in each part of the world. But that was not the reason why she was here. She paid the taxi driver, counting out the cash before then handing it over as he drove away. It was a rather hot and humid day today. The young woman pulled her hair from her shoulders, fanning herself lightly. After letting her hair down, she went into the apartment building. She looked around, surveying around the lobby. It didn't seem to be a big place but there was a elevator and some stairs. She took the stairs, heading up to the third floor. It looked like there was only about 10 apartments on each level she found out. She went to lucky number seven, knocking on the door. It was 12:02 now. She was just a few minutes late. She could blame that on traffic.
The woman hoped this roommate was nice. This was the first place she was seeing. This male was offering a nice room, utilities, internet and had a spare bed all for a good price. She hoped he didn't mind living with a female! He never said so. Arabella Oakley Cunningham was not from the streets of St. Louis. Instead, she hailed from Australia. She was doing a semester abroad at St. Louis University. She was rather excited about that. She had never been to America. Sure, New Zealand, parts of Asia and even Europe. But never America. So she was excited.
The woman knocked sharply on the door, then taking a step back from the door. Her light blue/green eyes looked over the place, then down to the black sandals on her feet with her peach toes visible. On her body, she was wearing a pair of denim shorts, tattered at the ends and a few rips. The short shorts accented her seemingly long legs, hugging her shapely pert rear. On top was a white racerback tank top with a neon paint splatters. The shirt tugged her her large breasts, drawing more attention. She had the nice curvy body, seeming like she was a great package. She pushed back her dark chocolate brown hair, letting out a sigh as she shifted her weight and held onto her purse. Hopefully this went well. She really needed a place to stay.
The woman hoped this roommate was nice. This was the first place she was seeing. This male was offering a nice room, utilities, internet and had a spare bed all for a good price. She hoped he didn't mind living with a female! He never said so. Arabella Oakley Cunningham was not from the streets of St. Louis. Instead, she hailed from Australia. She was doing a semester abroad at St. Louis University. She was rather excited about that. She had never been to America. Sure, New Zealand, parts of Asia and even Europe. But never America. So she was excited.
The woman knocked sharply on the door, then taking a step back from the door. Her light blue/green eyes looked over the place, then down to the black sandals on her feet with her peach toes visible. On her body, she was wearing a pair of denim shorts, tattered at the ends and a few rips. The short shorts accented her seemingly long legs, hugging her shapely pert rear. On top was a white racerback tank top with a neon paint splatters. The shirt tugged her her large breasts, drawing more attention. She had the nice curvy body, seeming like she was a great package. She pushed back her dark chocolate brown hair, letting out a sigh as she shifted her weight and held onto her purse. Hopefully this went well. She really needed a place to stay.