Firebird Chorus: Birds' New Nest

A Feathery Departure
It was a long time coming. Maria Alexander wished to leave the family mansion and strike it on her own. As much as she studiously applied herself to all manner of subjects and teachings, she wished to be more independant if not at least for a short while. Bringing in the idea that she'd want a roommate in addition, she dragged an albeit reluctant Morgan -her adopted younger sister of the age of eighteen- to keep her company.

Knowing a particular apartment that wasn't too far away from home, their father insisted on covering rent so long as they didn't cause unnecessary havoc and passed along the checks on time. He was an old associate of the landlord, so he'd know if they skimped out on purpose or carelessly misplaced the payments. Reassuring him that all will be in hand, she left with the things they wished in a professional moving truck and found the place of residence.

Exiting the truck, the red-jacketed, white bloused brunette of long thigh-length hair had it tied back in a burgundy ribbon to form it into a ponytail. With a short plaid skirt and dark stockings covering her luscious legs, she led the way for her sister to follow along.

"Come on, Morgan!" She suggested enthusiastically with a wave to her sister from the truck's passenger seat she occupied. "We have to introduce ourselves to the Landlord. Might as well get that out of the way while the movers get everything moved in."

Suspiciously enough, there was a sign above the floor entrance of the apartment complex. It read as follows:

"Dear Tenants.

"Congratulations for taking up residence in RB's Studios. I look forward to getting to know each and every one of you as the coming months to years you stay here. I will be knowing each of you by name by the time formal introductions are over, so make no mistake, I will know who every one of you are more than you know yourselves. Once you've settled in, I want to make some things clear.

"To anyone under the illusion that anyone who pays here has power over me are not only misguided but incredibly entitled to such a folly opinion. I lay down some very reasonable ground rules:

"Do not pay late without warranted reason (of which I am the judge of and my word is final), do not leave any suspicious smells that permeate outside of your room(s), do not vandalize or disturb your fellow neighbour(s), do not make unnecessary amount of noise, do not murder anyone and come here expecting to evade the authorities (I will see to it you are caught and anyone aiding/abetting you will be found as well), do not seek me out on my personal or business related residences outside of RB's Studios or I will have you escorted away, do not bring in pets without consulting me, do not bring in additional tenants without consulting me, no rampant cursing, no placing curses, no rampant violence, no inciting violence, do not commit cannabilism or necrophilia in your apartment, do not commit beastiality in your apartment, do not get caught committing adultery (keep your affairs to yourselves), do not stink up the apartment with sex, do not destroy the property, do not smuggle illegal substances of any kind into the complex (weapons, drugs, tech, magic, children, etc.), do not test my patience, do not willfully try to seduce me or coerce me, do not kill your fellow tenants (Both inside and outside of the Complex, please).

"If any of you have issue with the following complaints, please, refer to my work number of 546-63-3275.

"Sincerely, Jarris Dowery."

"What a...lengthy and odd notice," Maria blinked at the laminated sign nailed above the glass door entrance. Niftily avoiding the furniture that was being hauled through by the movers, she looked back to Morgan expectantly, smiling optimistically at her. "But, I don't think we should be any trouble if dad's a friend of this guy, right Morgan?"

