The small suburban area just outside the city before the forest. Player apartments are found here.

ANNOCENMENT!! To make the whole partment/housing thing more fun I am going to make a sprite twon so you can see what your house looks like and you can make it look different and such

Locke was sitting on the steps outside of the only apratment building in the neighbor hood, he was bored, and low on cash. He only had about $200 bucks to his name, which in this city is no where near alot. He din't need money for food...he had other ways of suppling that. He sat on the steps cigarette in mouth looking up at the sky. "Fuck..." is all he murmured.

(I changed my mind, he doesn't have the same habits or beliefs as me.)

Beep, beep, beep!

Sheila moaned and rolled over in her bed, covering her head with her blankets in an attempt to block out the sound coming from her clock. She stuck out an arm and slammed down hard on the electronic device's snooze button. It must have been the twentieth time this morning she had repeated the action, and that was no exaggeration. Her thoughts were muddy, and her headache was horrible, oh how she hated hangovers. She decided it wasn't worth it to stay in bed anymore just to be interrupted every ten minutes by the annoying buzzing sound. She sat up and sighed, rubbing her eyes with her palms. For the first time this morning she actually took a look at the clock to see what time it was. It read: 12:07.

"Holy fuck! Twelve o'clock...?" she said shocked. Had she seriously slept past noon? She struggled to drag her hungover butt out of bed and into the one small bathroom in her apartment. She was slightly shocked at her appearance in the mirror, "I look like hell." she mumbled. She turned on the cold water and splashed her face, trying to wash away some of the fogginess from her brain. It did wake her up a little, but her head still hurt. She reached into her medicine cabinet and popped two aspirin into her mouth. She went through the rest of her morning routine, taking a shower, getting dressed, and fixing her hair. Deciding to get breakfast in the city, Sheila skipped that part of her routine and headed straight out. She muttered a few unenthusiastic greetings to some of her neighbors, not really feeling in the mood to converse with anyone. She rummaged through her purse on the way, noticing she only had about two-hundred dollars left. She mumbled something about getting a job later, but she doubted she would actually remember.

Starting to get slightly irritated by the constant greeting he revieved by the common passerbys Locke stood up and stretched. He then preceded to flick what was left of his cigarette onto the ground. His stomach grumbled, he was hungry and was think whether he should eat somewhere, or steal some food from the store. He Pulled his Hood up and started to head for the city. The city..he knew the place well, both the good parts and the bad parts (similar to New york city/mannahattan) he couldn't count the many times he was harassed by cops or gotten into a fight in this godforsaken place. "Wonder who I'll meet today?" Locke said to himself as he walked towards the city in a calm manner, life on the streets always lead you to meeting all sorts of different people.

Winter woke up and sat up, rubbing the side of her head. Her makeshift pillow of the previous night was a stack of old Playboy magazines she had found in some guys garbage. She groaned and stood up, stumbling while doing so. Her head was throbbing, as it did every morning when she woke up to have the sun shining brightly in her face, and yet she never had any medicine for it. Winter sighed and dusted her clothes off, the felt her hair and skin for any bugs that might have gotten on her during the night.

Winter walked out into the open, leaving from an alleyway in between a cafe and some nice condos. She walked towards the cafe, and passed it, needing to wake herself up before thinking about talking to anybody. Her eyes opened wide, and she ran back into the alleyway and grabbed her small backpack. She looked in it, and saw that she still had the $200 dollars she had saved up during a summer job. She shook her head and put a hand on her stomach, after hearing it grumbling. She walked into the cafe.

Locke was just out side the city limits, but still in the suburbs. As he walked he noticed a cafe that seemed to have decent food and coffee. Locke entered the cafe. and looked around, he didn't notice a no smoking sign so he pulled out his pack of cigarettes. fuck...only three more. He thought as he pulled one of the three out of the pack and put it between his lips, he then preceded to bring his lighter up to the tip of the cigarette and lit it. He inhaled and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth so he could exhale, he then put it back between his lips and let it just rest there, which he usually did when he smoked. Locke then preceded to walk up to the counter, he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and blew smoke into the guys face before asking. "Got any good Coffee?"

In an ally way just outside the city a hobo rocked back and forth. The night before it rained and his boxed had been ruined by the downpour. He glanced to the side and saw something green under some trash. He crawled, since it was only a few feet away, to the thing and pulled it out. He almost crapped himself, on the ground was two hundred dollar bills. The hobo named Joe scampered up and started looking through his large jacket, the only knife he had broke a few days ago. With that he ran to a vendor of weapons.

Not only did he buy a knife, he also got a healing book whatchmacallit.