After checking into the hotel, she decided that this place wasn’t fit for fleas. Let alone her, and her furry little companion, whom was named, Nameless, for now. The black and white kitten, was still quite small, and looked like a fluff of fur. Bright blue eyes were staring at her as she pulled out the lap top, and logged onto the internet. She typing in room searches, but most of the ads had been around for quite some time, and so she figured she needed to let her finger’s do the walking and she typed up a quick ad. Part of her figured with her line of work if she could find a place to crash where other’s resided she would look less suspicious, more blendy.
Roommate Looking For A Room
Have a spare room? Looking to make some cash for your spare room? I am your girl! Let’s work something out! Must like cats. If this is you please contact me at xxx-xxxx…ask for Vanni.
Rodrigo would call this 'Vanni' up on the phone. He didn't currently have a place with room for another, but he was in the market for it. His lease wasn't up yet, but had to start looking before that, otherwise he'd be forced to sign another lease, or have nowhere to live while looking for a place.
He wasn't looking for a big home, perse, big enough to house a large feast everyone once in a while, but the main attraction he was looking for was a large, unbuilt-upon, case of land for that once a month activity all Lycans knew too well.
He'd call her up, and see what she thought about that, because the two of them would not be the only ones using the place.
Google was really this girls best friend. Currently sitting cross legged on the bed, lap top open in front of her, scrolling through the realtor sites. A spiral notebook was on the bed next to her, a blank lined page with a black ink Bic clear pen laying on top of it. She wasn’t sure she wanted to actually live in New Orleans but she figured if she ended up getting a home here, she would attempt to rent it out when she moved on.
It took a bit but the page had three possible places written down, not that any of them were that large, and one was just a rental. Though getting into a rental home, it all depended on if they allowed animals or not, because the girl would not do so well without them. It was a complete deal breaker. Her mind had been thinking about that, as she sat doodling, because the rental home did not say a thing about animals. It was listed rather oddly too, because it was on with the houses for sale, only it wasn’t. A soft chuckle escaped when she saw that it said you could get a mortgage and only pay $6.00 a month. She knew that it wasn’t the $6 a month that it was the $800, but it did tickle her.
In the middle of that laugh, her phone started to buzz, and she lifted the phone off of the bed, flipping it open, and lifting to her ear. When the accent spoke, she would reply back. “Hi! This is Vanni….” She was at a lost…because the number was not one that she knew…so…”How can I be of assistance?” Yes she had put her number on the internet for the living situation, but she also had people that had passed out her cards for freelance photography. And you never knew whom was calling.
"Well, Señorita Vanni, my name is Rodrigo Diaz, and I am under the impression that you are looking for a roommate?"
He smiled as he said it, a warm soul always, despite his inner sorrows. He'd sit down in a seat, and lean back as he glanced out the window of his apartment.
"I do not own a home with an available room at the moment, but I am in the market for a larger place. Funds are strapped at the moment however, and would welcome the adventure of a roommate to help with this. I assure you, I have no ... qualms ... with cats."
He said this with a wry grin. It was a humorous statement, of course, to him anyway. She wouldn't get the implied joke, for she did not know him yet.
"Perhaps we can meet for lunch and discuss this venture while perusing the listings together?" He offered this again with a grin that would be apparant in his voice.
“Hello Rodrigo Diaz, I am looking for a roommate…” She had a feeling that there was more to what he was going to say, and she did not speak to much more about it. Because so far what he was saying was what she had put in her ad.
Her head was nodding as she listened to him talk, and then she thought about that, but he said he had nothing against cats. “I just couldn’t live somewhere if Nameless couldn’t be there.” She wasn’t going to mention the fact that she sort of had a habit of coming home with more cats, randomly, or that they normally did have homes already. “I have funds…..” As in she would be able to make her part of the rent.
The sooner the better for her, and having someone else looking well, it would make things a bit easier perhaps. “When would you like to get lunch? And discuss this possibility?” Short and to the point, because her main thing, Nameless, was a go.
The sooner the better indeed. He would grab his keys and helmet, as he got up from the chair, and headed for the door.
"We can decide on the way, where shall I pick you up?"
He asked once more with a wry grin on his lips. The door closed behind him as he slipped down the stairs of the apartment building and headed for his bike.
Well that worked for her! So when he said where to pick her up, she spoke into the phone, the name of the hotel she was currently staying in. “Room number 113.” She figured she would have time to make sure she was presentable so once they phone call was ended, she got down, from the bed and padded into the bathroom.
Nameless, decided to paw at the lap top that she had left open, and when Vani came back into the room, before she shut down the lap top she laughed. She wasn’t sure what the kitty had pressed but there was a picture slide show going on. Exiting the program, she closed down the lap top before sliding it to one end of the bed, and waited.
Alessandro was sitting on the new sofa that had been delivered to 2480 St. Charles Avenue, and drinking a cappuchino while he looked through the online advertisements of the Picayune-Times. He came across a person looking for a room to rent, and that person had a cat. He kind of needed the extra money, rather than pay in full each and every month for the condo fees, so he decided to contact this Vanni person, to see if they were interested in moving in with him, since he had 3 bedrooms and 2 baths. It was already decided that the third bedroom would be a cat sanctuary, and his little Bella could use some company when he was working at the studio some nights.
"Hallo may I speak to Vanni? This is Alessandro Bellarmine. I was hoping that you'a still are looking for place to live? I am at 2480 St. Charles Avenue, in the Garden District. My number is xxx-xxxx. If you wish, I could show you the condo, and the rent will be just'a $800, split for food, and condo fee of $45 a month. I also have a cat, and I saw you did as well. If you are'a interested, please contact. Ask for Alexi." he said in his Italian accented English, as he left her a message on her voice mail.
Since leaving Rodrigo’s apartment she had found a small room to rent, that did not mind Nameless, and at a rather cheap rate. The room itself was one of those rent by the week, because she did not want to get herself into a long term renting situation, at least until she heard from Rodrigo. Of course, there was another option as well, one that she hadn’t given to much thought too for her own reasons. Nameless was out wandering about the house, just as the little kitty always did, the landlady had fallen in love with the lil fluff ball. But that had left Vani alone in her room, searching the internet, when she realized she had some emails to check.
Clicking on the little envelope that was showing up on her browser, it opened up to her email program and few emails. Two spam’s which you could tell by the email titles, which quickly got death by mouse clicks, before she noticed that one was a notification that her internet ad had gotten another reply. Call it curiosity but she clicked the link to take her to said ad, scrolling down to the new reply.
It was while she was deleting the spam that she realized she had a voice message on her cell phone. This was going to be fun, she really needed to take the thing in to get it worked on, but after playing with the thing for a few moments, and perhaps a curse word or two, thankfully her door was closed so no one heard them, it let her get her voice mail. That look of doh, crossed her lovely features, as she listened to the heavily accented man. She was going to have to call him back, she always hated when someone took forever or simply never got back to you, when you were curious about things. After the message she had to fumble with the phone again, so that she could call Alessandro back. When there was no answer she did leave a voice message in return for him. When she spoke the man's name it would have a northern state accent, slightly clipped. She was not so good at the rolling of her letters, maybe she would work on that.
‘Hi, this message is for Alexi,, If I get cut off halfway in my message I am sorry but my cell phone is acting a bit, strange. I would like to apologize for not taking down my ad, and unless circumstances changed I have a place to stay shortly with another that had answered my ad. Although, if things fall through, I will be sure to contact you if I can find a way to swing that much for rent. Aren’t cat’s the best? Maybe we can have a kitty play date or something. Thanks for calling….Vani.’
-- Edited by SAVANNAH PHILLIPS on Sunday 18th of September 2011 09:56:06 AM
