Horizon Apartments. ~ IC

[Lockerz]

Isabella sighed as she tilted her head back over the sofa cushion. Her long legs were currently propped up over the couch back and her socked toes brushed idly against the wall. In the background the television buzzed from where she’d turned it on moments ago but she’d quickly lost interest and found a seemingly uncomfortable position to lie in. Dark brown locks tumbled in waves down all the way to the floor; although in the position her neck was stretched it wasn’t exactly a distance. Her fingers were clasped lightly around her kindle and with a lazy swipe she moved her finger across the screen to change the page. It had been three months since her sister had rang her declaring she had excellent news that a friend of hers knew of a place with spaces vacant in London. Isabella had been wary of anything her sister had to say but had gone along anyway with the hope to find something helpful and the moment she’d got here there had been no doubt in her mind that it would do just dandy.
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Her mother had gushed and wailed about how her little baby was growing so big and independent. Isabella had reminded her that she was in fact twenty three, had spent years away at University and was all too capable of caring for herself. But her mother had completely forgotten that and seemed to still think she was the little girl who dressed up in little dresses and sang ridiculous songs on Christmas. Isabella knew her mother and sister were kind of glad of an excuse to come to London a lot. Not that Bath wasn’t a gorgeous place but even its shopping couldn’t match. And Isabella was sure she wasn’t living up to her mother and sister’s clothing expectations at all in that moment, just lounging there in her jeans and work t-shirt – a polo that was a rather lovely shade of purple and had Mickey’s Merchandise scrawled across the back. But hey, if she was getting paid for it then she couldn’t complain too much and besides it was a kind of lazy job.
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Regrettably her reading silence was broken moments later by the feel of her phone buzzing against her leg and with a small groan and a roll of her oaken eyes; she tugged the device out of her pocket. One new message: Stephen. practically screamed at her and for a couple of seconds she considered screaming back but that would be totally awkward and unnecessary so she refrained. However it did not mean she had an intention to reply so after folding her kindle neatly back into her case, she set it along with her phone on the arm of the cushion and swung her long legs around until she was practically sat up. Bloody hell, she thought with a grin, the basement was still the best room in the building, even while sitting the right way up.

[The Xtreme One]

Robin

The click of the camera was in perfect sync with the light thunder boom in the distance. It was raining, of course this was England after all. Robin McCarthy stood on his four inch wide balcony, snapping image after image of good old London town as the angels tears fell to the ground. He wasn’t into new style digital camera’s, he preferred old classics that he needed to develop and luckily for him his landlord allowed him to turn his cupboard into a dark room. Then again, a few extra twenty pound notes in his rent could’ve helped things. Deciding enough was enough, Robin stepped back into his apartment; soaked right down the bone but that didn’t bother him, bad weather didn’t bother him.

Laying his camera onto the table, the photographer climbed out of his dripping clothes and ran himself a piping hot shower. The warm power and brute force of the water felt good against his skin. You really couldn’t beat moving from cold to heat, it was a tremendous feeling. As Robin stepped out of the shower, he caught sight of his reflection. He possessed a rather slim physique but he was defined with thick muscles and a flat stomach. The fruits of an intense workout he guessed but the reasoning behind it? Not something he liked to discuss. He may look good but in his eyes, he could be better.

Leaving the bathroom behind, Robin made the short walk to his bedroom; drying himself off as he did so. Opening his wardrobe, he examined the contents intently, his sharp green eyes flickering between every item of clothing, He wasn’t going anywhere but that didn’t mean he couldn’t look good. Eventually after much deliberation, he decided on a pair of jeans (he only owned three pairs) and a nice grey buttoned shirt with thin black pinstripes. It was quite a slim fitting shirt but that didn’t bother him. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows and finished his ensemble with a watch and a some white converse trainers.

Hating the confined space of his room, Robin thought it to be a good idea to head down to the basement. Trading one confined space for another, good plan! Picking up his camera, he headed out of the door and making sure to lock it behind him. He would like to think that if he was still with Melanie, then he wouldn’t mind staying in all day but alas that was not to be and the mere thought of her made a knife break through his chest and pierce his heart. Descending the stairs into the basement, Robin quickly pulled his camera up and snapped a picture, the light, the texture, the look on her face. What a moment to capture.

“Sorry” He smiled politely. “It was such a perfect shot, I couldn’t resist”

[Maykxor]

Dreadful, simply dreadful. Mondays were always the hardest to get past. Especially the way Kara trudged through them. The minutes seem to drag by and Kara was stuck at work for the majority of it. It wasn't the most glorifying thing in the world, being a lowly clerk at a fashionista's paradise, but it got the rent payed. But there was always good and bad that came with a slow day. Good being that Kara didn't have to deal with all of the perky customers who wanted to try everything on. The bad being, it was dull. Very Dull. Kara stood haunched over the front counter, chin resting heavily on her palm. Her fingertips couldn't sit still. Her eyes were glued to the clock in the back of the store, watching as every second ticked by. She hadn't moved in hours and her back was due for a good pop. Unable to bear the trudging day much longer, she snapped up, the joints in her spine giving way to a symphony of crackles. It felt good. Refreshing even. Needless to say the very second the clock stroke closing, Kara was punched out and already half way across the store leaving a fallen rack of dresses in her wake.

Heading home wasn't a big improvement either. For some reason, the fact that being home was just about as much fun as a work always seemed to slip her mind. She took the long way home hoping to find some other activity to preoccupy her mind with but was a little disheartened when the only active thing about town today was rain. By the time she got home to the apartment, she was soaking wet. Her hair was a complete mess and her shoes sloshed and squeaked with every step. Once again she cursed her memory for forgetting to have brought an umbrella.. again... Inside, she stopped by the post room and retrieved her daily mail. Bills undoubtedly.

The lift in the complex had been broken since August with a sign from the repairman stating 'out to lunch'. Which to Kara meant: 'Take the stairs you bugger.' And in doing so, almost bumped into Robin and his toy. She simply squeezed past and hurried up to her room on the eighth floor. A complete waste of time considering the only furnishings in her whole apartment, aside from the provided utilities and bed, was a chair, a table, a lamp and a stereo. She wasn't one for filling a house with junk only to spend half her days out and about doing something more thrilling. But occasionally there were days when you just wanted to sit on a couch and watch the tele. That and the weather sort of forced her hand; the local track would undoubtedly be closed. Dropping her mail on the counter, Kara did an about face on her heels, changed into some dry clothes and headed down to the basement only to find Robin and Isabella already there. She passed between the two and sat on the end of the couch.

"Move over, I wanna watch the tele." It was more of a blatant statement that came out as a rude command. Kara reached for the remote and flicked the buttons till the BBC October Horror marathon turned its ugly head. Kara got comfy and looked back and forth between the two and couldn't care less if she had interrupted.

[confidence]

ALEXANDER WILD

"Honey, I think you should just try to find some space for Scarlett," her father had told her, in that gentle, pleading, insistent voice he had. It was maddening.

Alexander grunted into her iPhone. "Mum is going to hate me, and you know it," she argued. In contrast with Peter Wild's voice, hers was as demanding as she knew he was being, albeit he was being much more subtle than she was. But she would be damned if she was going to be forced to share a room with someone she had never met, even if it was her stepsister.

"Now, honey, if you don't do this for me..."

Goddamn all the things she wanted the most in the world. Peter Wild had threatened to stop paying her credit card bills, and Alexander wouldn't live without her credit card. You may think she's spoiled, and undeserving, and irresponsible for having a father who wanted to pay for all of her needs. But it wasn't her needs - it was her wants he was paying for. Alexander paid for the necessities: food, rent, bills, the occasional winter coat during unbearable winters. Her father had insisted on buying her excess until she learned to live without them. Eventually, Peter Wild realized that Alexander would never stop needing it; but by then, the deal had become a habit, and the habit became a lifestyle. It was because of this lifestyle that Alexander was now showing her stepsister around. Scarlett Wild. The last name unsuited her, and Alexander resented the one thing they shared in common, from what it seemed. She was wearing her very best, full of labels on her body, and her stepsister was wearing sweats and a T-shirt. A plain maroon T-shirt, and plain grey sweats. God, she hated sweats more than anything. Alexander had helped her pack her things away for hours, explained to her how London worked ("We don't use dollars, we use euros! Euros, for God's sake!" "I understand, but-" "Shut the fuck up!"), and now she had to show her around? Everyone would see her. And everyone would assume the two were friends.

She was not friends with Scarlett, and she would never be friends with anyone who dressed like she did. Not after seeing Scarlett's wardrobe. She had all the resources! Something was very, very wrong with this girl. "Here's the lobby," Alexander said blandly, while Scarlett nodded and studied her new home. "This is Danny, he lives on the top floor. He has a thing for me."

"Oh, that's very interesting," Scarlett said kindly, smiling at Danny, who rolled his eyes at Alexander and walked off.

Even her replies were boring. She was tasteless. Alexander resisted the urge to snap at the girl, in her frustration and irritation and all of her anger, and led the girl down to the basement. "Oh, and this is the... Well, fuck. Why are all of you guys in here?" Kara, Robin, and Isabella were already gathered together, it seemed. The basement was a popular place for people who had nothing to do - you were always bound to find someone there. Why hadn't she thought of that? Alexander glanced over at Scarlett, who was smiling politely at each of them and waving. Well, might as well introduce her. She could leave out the stepsister part, right?"This is Scarlett. She's my new roommate."

SCARLETT WILD

From the very moment she stepped off the plane, Scarlett had questioned whether this transfer was a good idea.

Peter Wild was all too friendly and too loving and too welcoming, and his wife had been all too cold and distant. And their daughter? She could just feel the disapproval oozing from every invisible pore on the girl's face. At first, Scarlett had been so excited to see her. "Hi!" she had said immediately, grinning widely and waving enthusiastically. But Alexander had only looked at her, and looked away, as dismissive as her mother. But Scarlett still hoped. Alexander just may be the answer to a long and lonely childhood, and she wasn't going to deny that Alexander had a very beautiful face. She suspected an insane amount of inner beauty as well, after how dutifully Alexander had helped her unpack and get accustomed to the place. And she was funny. Witty and sarcastic, she had the sense of humor that Scarlett had always wanted to have for herself. She already felt like the younger sister with Alexander as a guide. She was enjoying it. She greeted each new person with an enthusiastic hello, trying to exude a friendliness that would eventually be returned with the same energy. A few friends of hers had been to England, and they had always said the people they met were some of the nicest people they had ever met. Things were bound to look up soon.

Her mother had been entirely disapproving of this adventure. "You cannot go off and leave me, Scarlett!" she had cried. "You just can't! London is so, so far away, and America is... well, it's on the opposite side of the country! Right? I think it is!"

Scarlett had stayed quiet throughout her whole speech, biting her tongue patiently. What was it about her mother that screamed crazy? What was it about her that made her overwhelming, too much? She wanted to go to Cambridge; it had been a dream of hers since she was a child, to reunite with her father and be happy again. She had wanted her mother to be there too, before she began to fully understand the truth of divorce, or at least the divorce of her parents. Now, she just wanted to know her father. The two had talked over the phone, and had even sent letters back and forth for awhile when their mother decided the phone bill was too much of a nuisance with the long-distance conversations between her daughter and her ex-husband. But it wasn't the same, was it? Or that was what Scarlett assumed. Nothing could be the same as a face to face conversation. Nothing could be the same as a relationship that developed when you were actually with them physically. She had placed all of her hopes on this trip, pinpointing them to the dot, to each little detail, and she wanted so much. A part of her was terrified, and another part was elated that she was actually here. The history of England! The culture, the accents, and the weather! With each moment, she fell in love - but she got the feeling that Alexander didn't want her here.

She had opened her mouth to ask her when Alexander led her down the basement, and she had been ready to try talking again when she realized there were people in the room. Well, talking now would be too awkward. So Scarlett smiled and waved politely, putting her dimples into full force. She wanted to make a good impression on these people. She didn't want to depend on her stepsister too much, after all. But for fear of making a mistake, not knowing the unsaid social rules of London, she only said, "Hi."

[Aesthetic]

A jet-black car pulled up to the curb, a bright yellow TAXI sign decorating its roof, which appeared to be clean of bird shit. The windows were tinted an estranged shade of teal, making the girl behind the window appear a bit more somber than she was in reality.

Valerie slid over to the seat nearest the building, slender but scarred fingers reaching for the handle. She yanked on it, hard, pushing the door open to reveal a rather gloomy sky, and a street wet with rain. The smell that bombarded her was horrible, painfully pungent, and Valerie was happy that the stench would probably not reside inside the apartments. Valerie dug through her purse, searching for a few pounds to give to the driver, who looked very impatient. Driving to such a remote location (Well, compared to the city) and driving back to London would probably be a burden. Val fished out a bright orange wallet and slipped the driver adequate pay. He seemed very disgruntled, having not received a tip. Valerie opened the door to the backseat and snatched her umbrella up from the carpet. The plain white umbrella was already soaked through with water, and when she popped it open, some water droplets flung at her. Not like she cared, for Valerie was already thoroughly wetted by the rain that poured from overhead.

Another boring day at the diner, a local and rather busy place reminiscent of a diner from the 50's. It was very cliche, and followed all stereotypes accordingly; there were checkered floors, red accents, neon lights... even Lily, the middle-aged American woman who worked there, talked with a 'straight-up' New York accent. It's not that Val didn't enjoy her workplace, but, rather, that she didn't want to serve people food and clean up spills for the rest of her life. She wanted something other than that.

Before leaving, Val had made sure to change out of her uniform into a pair of worn-down skinny jeans, which looked to be a dark wash, since the rain had completely drenched them. Beaten-up sneakers were on her feet, a pair of Vinny's that was much too big for Val's rather small feet. Her T-Shirt was a faded gray, with a bike and the words TODAY I JUST MOPED AROUND in large, handwritten text. Her hair was loose, plastered to her face and neck from the rain. Valerie hurried inside the building, greeting the doorman as she clambered up to her and Vincent's floor. Since she had just moved in only a few weeks ago, Val didn't have a key, so she had to knock on the door. She was totally aware of the puddle of water forming at her feet as she banged a tight fist against the wood door of #5. For the few seconds that she remained standing, arms crossed, absolutely silent with impatience, the muffled sound of shuffling feet could be heard. Valerie was met with bright blue eyes that she had always been envious of. "I was waiting for 10 minutes out there!" she yelled, storming into the room, stripping off her shirt before Vincent had even shut the door.

Vincent and Valerie had always been comfortable with seeing eachother in their undergarments. In his highschool years, Vincent was often asked to take pictures of his sister in her underwear when he told his friends that she was okay with him seeing her almost-naked. It was a twin thing that non-twins often didn't get. Vincent and Valerie figured that since they were twins, that they were so similar, it was okay to walk around in one's undergarments. They, of course, didn't walk around in the bare nude, although Valerie did get mad at Vincent because he might have exaggerated about some things that they had agreed on.

After his sister had showered and changed into a fresh pair of skinny jeans, a dark violet oversized pullover, and a pair of woolen boots, they decided to head down into the basement, where Vincent claimed "everyone would be." He had settled on wearing a pair of straight-leg jeans and a navy v-neck that flashed his collarbones. He wore plain white socks, no shoes. She followed him obediently, her hands shoved into the depths of her sweater pockets. A galaxy-patterned beanie was perched on her head, her dark hair already starting to curl. When they entered the room, a rather unique entourage had already been gathered, with Vincent and Robin being the only males in the basement. Vinny sat on the arm of the sofa. Eyes glazed on the television set, he ran a hand through his hair, making sure that nothing was out of place. Valerie just stood next to him quite awkwardly. She and the other residents had met before, but she still wasn't very familiar with names, although the girl with the cute dimples seemed new. Rather than voicing a cheery hello, as she usually would have, Valerie just gave a friendly wave and smile to everyone in general, trying her best to be charming.

[Maykxor]

While the basement was large enough for all of them, it tended to get rather full in the afternoons. Especially on an afternoon with nothing to do. Ever since Kara had been living here, the basement had always been the highlight of everyone's evenings. It started out as just a quiet place Kara could go to on her own to think. But ever since all these other blokes caught on, it seemed that her comfy quiet spot had been invaded and now she couldn't get any time to herself. She had been thinking about setting something up in the supply closet up on her floor. She practically had the place to herself but to have to go all the way up there just didn't seem worth it. Kara couldn't help but groan as more people descended down the stairs. She heard the unmistakable sound of Alexander's annoying voice. Kara folded her arms and groaned. "Ugg... who invited the Queen.." She mocked. "OH and it looks like her royal highness has a new royal puppy dog." She referred to Scarlett eyeing her up and down. From the start, Kara hated her already. The wonky smile, the awkward wave, undoubtedly American. Not that Kara had anything personal against the new girl or Americans, however the first impression still rubbed her the wrong way. She tried to focus her attention to the programing pretending that it was infinitely more interesting. Of course. there had to be more... "Blimey! Where the fuck? Why not just bring in every chap we can scrounge up!" She shouted exasperatedly as the twins came to join. To think all she wanted was some time alone.

[PXW]

It was hardly a ten-minute ride from the music supply shop back to Horizon, but today it seemed like it was taking forever. The rain had soaked right through his thin jacket from the moment he'd first set foot outside, and though he didn't mind it all that much, it put a bit of a damper on his mood. Not to mention that Gabe was sick and he'd had to run the shop on his own today. Sighing as he had to stop at yet another corner and wait for traffic to pass, he tapped his foot and watched his breath cloud. He'd gotten a lot done, at least. No distractions when there's no one else in the store. But seriously, though, this cold was getting to him. When he got home, he was definitely changing and then he'd probably relax in the basement, sure to be people there. He'd been far too quiet for far too long.

The crowd was moving again. Weaving in and out of the people with their umbrellas and heavy jackets, he pulled ahead of the group and rounded the final corner before he was back home. The sidewalk was almost empty here, save for a few stragglers and one person just stepping out of a taxi. Gavin didn't recognize him, and he didn't look all that sure of himself. Probably one of the new tenants the landlord had mentioned. "Lost?" he asked, bringing his bike to a stop. Shutting up and minding his own business was out of the question when this guy was so obviously new. "Rest assured, this is, in fact, Horizon Apartments. The pictures don't really do it justice, and the inside's even better. New tenant?"

He held out his hand for a shake. "Gavin. I've lived here for a couple months, now."

[Zamokra41]

From what Katsuo heard, London was supposed to be the 'city of fog' or something like that, however about 30 minutes after he arrived at the airport it looked more like a 'city of rain', not that he would be bothered by it, a walk through the rain always seemed to clear his mind of troubles. He looked at his wristwatch, "Shimata.." he mumbled to himself, it was already this late? Katsuo quickly took his luggage and then stormed outside to find a taxi. All his luggage consisted of a large backpack on his back, a trunk which had wheels on the back so he could pull it behind him with one hand and a simple black briefcase where his more smaller and fragile things went. Katsuo walked through the rain to a taxi nearby, he put his backpack and trunk in the backseat and he himself sat next to the driver with his suitcase on his lap. "Where to lad?" the driver asked. It took Katsuo a few moments to remember the name of the place until he finally gave an answer, "Horizon...Apartments...please" he said with a brief pause between each word. The driver nodded and drove down the road.

Katsuo was looking out the window during the ride, gray clouds, gray buildings, mostly abandoned streets save for a few people with umbrellas and a few cars driving by. Not what he would expect of London but he was sure it seemed like this because of the rain, yes, he nodded to himself, tomorrow it may be sunny...he hoped. "Not from around here, eh mate?" the driver asked, interrupting Katsuo's thoughts. He simply nodded with a faint smile, "Tourist? First time visiting London?" the driver continued, his eyes briefly switching to Katsuo before looking back at the road, the sign of smile being visible on his mouth as he took a smoke from his cigar. "Mmm...I..arrived here...for work" he answered, to which the driver nodded and chuckled. A few minutes later the cab stopped and it seemed the arrived at their destination, Katsuo looked out the window before he dug in the pocket of his jeans and found some money for the trip. Once outside he sat his trunk next to him on the sidewalk and scratched his head while looking at the building in front of him. Was this the right place?

Just as he was about to look for a map in is backpack, Katsuo heard the sound of a bike close to him followed by an unfamiliar voice asking "Lost?". Katsuo was a bit startled and then turned around looking at the man talking to him, he scratched the back of his head, thinking what to say, ultimately giving the stranger a nod. "Rest assured, this is, in fact, Horizon Apartments. The pictures don't really do it justice, and the inside's even better. New tenant?" Katsuo wasn't sure what to say this time either, he pondered for a few moments, not sure what a few words meant or if they meant something different in this context. The stranger held out his hand "Gavin. I've lived here for a couple months, now." Katsuo nodded and shook the man's hand, "Hayashi Katsuo...e~to...Nice..to meet..you." he said with a smile, the strong accent giving him away without a doubt. "I...am new...here. Could...you...show me around...please? " He asked while gesturing to himself and the building. He was clearly nervous, being new to a country he never seen before, he only hopped he hadn't done anything rude up to this point.

[Lockerz]

Isabella wasn’t exactly fast to turn toward Robin when the picture was snapped and in fact she was a little confused to say the least. Was he taking a picture of her or maybe something else – not that the basement was the source of all inspiration. Sighing gently she tilted her head at the man on the staircase. She knew him by sight and knew he lived on the floor above. He’d left his camera in the basement once and after he’d returned rather flustered to get it she associated it with him completely. Perhaps she’d asked to see a collection of his photos one time. She was about to consider it right at that moment when someone practically stormed into the room. Isabella had been here a few months now and was beginning to learn names and places very well. This girl lived on the top floor to the best of her knowledge and the brunette could only ever remember having them talk once. She’d not completely despised it, just not got a friendly vibe from it. However she was sure everyone had a story and this girl probably had one too...Good god was that the horror channel? Oh wow, Isabella didn’t know arms could bend that way?
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Tearing her eyes away from the television she was alerted by the sound of more voices. Alexander and...”Oh hey there,” Isabella greeted chirpily, taking in the new member of the room and now the residence. The fact the two were stood the way they were nearly made the brunette giggle but she wasn’t much for giggling so went for a kind chuckle instead. Rising to her feet she passed a smile at Robin and made a vague indication at his camera but the message was kind of unclear. It could have meant anything to do with the device. And then she was about to greet the new girl too but was interrupted as a rather familiar duo traipsed down the stairs. The pair of them always made her smile for some reason. In a good way of course, perhaps it was because they reminded her of two characters she’d read in a book once. And their names both began with Vs, how much better could it get? Grinning she gave Valerie a slight tilt of her head, seeing how the poor girl looked rather awkward.
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For people that all lived in very close proximity there definitely wasn’t a large amount of chemistry, especially when one resident, A.K.A, Kara, seemed a little put off by the amount of people but hell, they were all of a young age to be honest. What the hell else did they have to do?! Walking over to Scarlett she seemed to give her a wave but instead just pulled her into a hug. It may not have been a global custom but it was Isabella friendly. Besides, the poor girl did look a bit like a puppy dog. She eased back and placed a hand on the small woman’s shoulder, a broad smile gracing her lips. “Hey there,” Her gaze cast over to Alexander and she tilted her head in a rather amused manner. “Have you brought her in as protection against Danny?” She asked playfully before stepping back. Blimey, this place didn’t half fill up fast.

[The Xtreme One]

Robin

Before he could do anything else, Robin was startled by the amount of people that began to turn up in such a short amount of time. First there was the girl he knew lived on the top floor. He didn’t know her name but he knew enough about her to warrant caution. She just didn’t seem like the type of person who liked being around others. She was swiftly followed by two girls, one Robin knew as Alexander, the other he had not seen before. Her look was unique, she looked so innocent but something in her eye, it let Robin know there was something just beneath the surface that was itching to get out.

Those two were quickly interrupted by the V’s; Valerie and Vincent. They lived on his floor and he had only had fleeting conversations with them. Robin was a busy kid; he hadn’t really had time to get well acquainted with anyone in his apartment building. It was a shame really but he never meant to do it on purpose, at that point in his life, work was the most important thing. From what he could tell, Vincent was a bit of a layabout and Val did most of the work. He had took a picture of her a few days back when she got out of a taxi and looked rather wind swept. It was wild and yet beautiful, he sent a copy to his publisher, another he kept for himself to add to his collection of wondrous photo’s.

The girl known as Isabella got to her feet and hugged the newcomer who had been identified as Scarlett. Quickly, Robin snapped another picture. He wasn’t trying to be creepy, the thing was ever since he was a boy Robin has just found it impossible not to be mesmerised by anything he considered to be beautiful. It was a problem that had got him in a serious amount of trouble with his father; he hated his son’s passion for photography, believing it to be a waste of time. “Who’d have thought a place like this could be filled with such genuine beauty?” He spoke aloud but realised he was probably coming off as strange.

Scratching the back of his head, Robin made his way to one of the chairs and sat down. If he took anymore pictures, he got the feeling one of these people would end up smacking him in the face.