Melsborough Streets

The streets of Melsborough are dark, it is 12:03, mid autumn. the cold air blows all around you, you've been travelling for hours, possibly walking, or driving.. Maybe you rented a taxi... doesn't matter now, you're all alone.

Your looking down the sidewalk, up ahead you see the dim neon lights of a convienence store, to the west there is an appartment complex, to the east.. the alleyways and dark corners are in abundance, and the smell of smoke and the feeling in your gut tells you that this is a dangerous place to be.

There is no option for turning back, there won't be another taxi driver in this small town for months maybe, so you might as well press on.

 

You walk into the appartment lobby, there are 2 elevators on the left and right side of the fron desk, behind that is a small weasel, barely noticiable as she works behind the computer desk, the air smells of smoke, and many other indestiguishable animal smells.

Eventually she looks up from her desk, a wide grin stretches across her face as she waves a paw at you signaling you to sit in a soft blue chair across from her. "Oh! come in, come in. It's so wonderful to have a new face around here! you looking for residence? we've got plenty of rooms, come, tell me about yourself! it ain't every day we get a wolf in here!"

 

She taps her chin still grinning broadly. "Mm, can't say I have, but it's nice to have an author here! listen if your looking for a quiet place to stay I can rent you residence in room 207, hardly anyone lives on the second floor." she rummages through the desks drawer, and gives you a small metal key. "This is 207 hon, sweet dreams, Oh! and payment is 250 monthly, end of each, payment notices the following week." she waves you off with a smile.

You open the elevator, and step inside, moments after you are about to hit the button when the door peels open, inside walked another wolf, white in color, he adresses you with a quick nod, and stands right of you. He is about 6ft. and 187lbs. he wears a simple green vest with a white undershirt, and some dress pants. He is also holding a dufflebag.

 

He turns to you. and raises an arm to his face, he checks his watch. "12:28, might I ask your bussiness here, isn't every day I see another wolf about, especially not this late a night!" He looks you up and down, "You travel alot? doesn't look like you left much behind." he chuckles a bit, and waits for your reply.

 

He looks back at you and extends a paw. "Names Cameron, pleased to make your aquaintance, say, I happened to notice your key says '207', my room is 211, stop by sometime, I hardly get any visitors, town is just about deserted!

Cameron walks off and goes into his appartment, as you go to yours the door is already open, inside you smell a sharp vulpine odor -- someone is in your appartment.

 

You turn the corner, your appartment is split into 4 rooms, on entry the kitchen is to the left, and the living room straight ahead, then south from the kitchen is the dining room, and right from the living room is the bedroom.

Upon entering the kitchen the fridge is open, you see a small orange tail with a black tip swishing about, you notice a window open, probly how the individual got in...

 

You hear the bang of something metal, and a small vulpine boy, staggers out of the fridge. "Ow! why'd you scare me like that!" he rubs his head, and licks his muzzle, jam and crumbs sticking to his fur as he speaks,

"I was just, borrowing stuff that's all, and um, your trespassing on Kyte's territory, so... go away!" he sticks his tongue out and takes some sausages out of the fridge and muches on them.

 

Kyte folds his arms and plantshis feet firmly on the ground,``You can`t tell me what to do!`` hewalks over and shoves you, you stagger back a bit. ``I was here first!

 

Kyte snarls, and kicks you hard in the shin. "Your stupid!" he sticks his tongue out annd brushes you aside to climb out the window.
as he leaves you hear a crunck of autumn leaves and the patter of feet slowly receding into the distance.

(at same time) the phone is picked up and the weasel's woman's voice is heard almost immediately. "Hello..... yes, of course of course! we'll send him right up!" and the phone is hung up.

 

The manager comes up, a portly bear addresses you. "Yes, he's in here quite often, asked him to leave the first couple times, but we couldn't keep him out, so we just let him be, Apparently he's been living in your appartment." his voice was deep kind one, and he extended a large paw. "My name is Hamfrey, pleased to meet you, and I apologise for not explaining you the situation sooner... please tell me about yourself."