Adrian was out "appraising" some battle-scarred properties he could flip for a profit when he stubled upon a burnt-out apartment-complex that could use a bit of shoring-up structurally and some re-wiring to bring it up to code. The place was naturally in a pretty nasty corner of the neighborhood, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-O8_Ja05Gs]but there was always something about that seemed to attract tenants to this place[/url].

Flashlight in hand, he waded through the charred remnants until about the second floor where the fire seemed to have mysteriously stopped, leaving only smoke-damaged furniture and soot... aside from being pretty sure there were chunks of floor that would need to be completely replaced, the second floor looked fine enough to start renting-out immediately.

>[b]"Nothing like getting shot at by someone you are trying to help,"[/b]

Or so he thought, a bit prematurely as he heard a woman's voice from one of the rooms. Shutting off his torch, he crept upon this unwary spectre, and upon seeing a... dark... [i]lump[/i] on a bed, he immediately flicked his torch back on upon it, as though the light would banish it away like a giant cockroach.

It was around then it dawned upon him that perhaps this person was armed, or on drugs, or homicidally-insane...

The moment the light hit the bed, a small groan could be heard, followed by a shout as the figure scrambled out of the bed with an arm over her eyes. [b][color=green]"What the fuck?! Turn that damn thing off!"[/color][/b] shouted a female, the light of his torch showing a woman in a pair of black slacks and a black long sleeve shirt, [b][color=green]"What the hell are you doing in my home?"[/color][/b]

With her arm still over her eyes, the young girl reached out for the .22 she usually kept close by and haphazardly pointed it at the intruder. As the light of the torch had ran over her face, she found that she was currently unable to see, the burning within her eyes causing them to tear up as she cocked the hammer back on her handgun. At some point during the night she had set aside her book and retreated to the bedroom to try to get some rest, which only seemed to have lasted a short while.

The moment he saw the gun, his first thoughts were [i]'hypocritical, much?'[/i] as he tried to dodge the figure's blind aiming skills, only to realize she was following the light, which he flicked-off to leave everyone equally in complete baffling darkness.

[color=brown]"Wait, your [i]home[/i]?"[/color] He queried in the quietness that followed, mostly to re-assure that they were both still there and not imagining the entire encounter. After pausing, he realized that he failed to answer her question, and she asked first; [color=brown]"I was just having a look around. Figured I could salvage the place for a profit. Of course, then you'd have to pay for utilities, but that also means you'd have warm running water and heat this winter."[/color] It was possible to see that his brain was already thinking of how to turn a long-term profit out of this. He felt no shame in taking advantage of this [i]obviously[/i] hung-over junkie. Still, it was a junkie with a gun and a strong sense of privacy.

[color=brown]"People already know I'm appraising this place, if I don't return with a recommendation to fix this place up, it'll be demolished soon. Mind if I turn my light back on and have a look around?"[/color]