Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32701432-20170308181230/@comment-32701432-20170309210234

Castillo rubbed the bruised spot on his arm where they inserted the tracker. It hadn't hurt too much, but it left a small bump on the inside of his arm, and it was annoying him to no end. He had stopped at a small park earlier, and studied the map of Spears City intently. He figured his apartment was near here, and he was just looking for...Moretti Avenue? Haha. Funny. He looked up at the street sign, and his face brightened. Score! In front of him was a large apartment complex. He wandered around the lot, looking at the numbers, and glancing at his key.

200

"Ah!" he said, running up the stairs, and stopping in front of the correct door. He jiggled the key in the lock, and twisted the knob, throwing the door open. He walked in, and dropped his backpack. The apartment was fairly large, and nice. There was already food in the cupboards and fridge, furniture in the bedroom and living room, and the bathroom was fully stocked with toiletries.