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I wonder if we can form a schedule around everyone depending on their weekly activities.

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"You people are out of control!" Atasuke growled, ducking a shard of wood that slammed into the wall behind him. "The more damage you cause, the more difficult it will become to pay rent!" The house had gone from being quiet to a war zone in less than thirty seconds. That had to be a new record. His first day off and already he has to try and unfuck things; he was not a happy camper. Flinging off his overcoat, he desperately looked around for something that could put out the fire. Salvation came in the form of a bucket of water, which was conveniently located directly next to the stairs when it had been brought down from the time the ceiling still leaked. He clutched it, tossing the water over the fire, aiming to extinguish it with no regard as to who got soaked. "Enough is enough!"

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For the most part, Atasuke wasn't able to hear the commotion going on down the hall. Rather, he was too busy focusing on getting his now finished paperwork into a folder, shuffling the stack of files calmly before placing them into his briefcase. Most mornings went by like this one. He got up early, went downstairs at four o'clock, made himself a cup of coffee, went back up stairs, did a little bit of paperwork before getting dressed. Some of the others thought he was a bit obsessed about organization, despite him protesting that it was proper to have a routine. The clock struck seven as he left his office-like bedroom, giving out a quiet ring as Atasuke fumbled with his tie, before shoving an MP3 player into one of his overcoat's pockets. Sauntering down the hall, the voices of his fellow tenants seemed to be getting louder, gradually overtaking the music that was blaring into his ear, and causing him to quicken his pace as to not keep them waiting any longer. Finally, he emerged in the kitchen doorway, examining the scene before him with quizzical eyes; what happened next made him smile.

A large mechanical device was on the table, pulsating softly as a slice of buttered toast lay atop of it. "Yoshi!" He exclaimed, his teeth barring a rictus grin as he smoothed back his hair. "A new toaster! And here I thought that there was a fire with all the yelling." He took a step forward, plucking the toasted slice of bread off the paper plate. "Itadakimasu." He said gratefully, raising the food to his mouth and giving it a solid munch. "Delicious." Atasuke chuckled, wiping a crumb from his lower lip. "Anyhow, I'm going to be late for work at this rate, so I better get going!" He placed the slice between his teeth, poising himself to dash out the door until his phone beeped suddenly. Pausing, he reached into his pocket and withdrew the cellular device, quickly flipping the front up. His eyes widened. His heart stopped. A bead of sweat trickled down his face. The blue light from the phone enveloped his face in a sapphire hue, and the office worker couldn't help but stutter in disbelief at the message on the screen. "A-a day off?" He mumbled, his voice sounding muffled. "Company holiday?" With a sigh, he flipped down his phone and placed it back into his pocket. This had never happened before. Meaning that he was stuck here for today; would he have to socialize? The thought of being near these Demi-gods terrified him. He was just a normal man! Wait. He sniffed the air. "Is something burning?"

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I passed out waiting on the reply. Dang it. At work now, so I'll have to post when I get home. Alright. Posted. And Jesus, that escalated quickly.

Lantern

Fine by me, heh!

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2fAst2furious Plus, the slow down is a game within itself! Who will be the last one alive, I wonder?

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Onward! All aboard the hype train! *Chugga chugga chugga* Plus, one post a day would kinda suck lol.

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Then we must push on and fill him in later! Lol!

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Posted!

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Atasuke

It had a been a late night for him; it usually was. Working at a dead end white collar job for an ungrateful corporation often entailed late nights at the office. Company loyalty, they called it. But to Atasuke Yoshizaki, it was just a couple more hours of unpaid overtime. With such a meager income every week, it was no mystery as to why he was living in a small apartment with numerous other individuals; the majority of them being younger than him. It was strange, being the only adult at home. However, he often assumed that his fellow tenants were much older than they looked. He would never ask, though. Isabella especially. He had been filing yet another Thirty Four -Dash- "C" form when Shuu came hobbling down the stairs, wearing the same dopey look on his face as he always did. Atasuke could only offer the kid a clipped nod, shrugging as he was ignored before rubbing his chinstrap beard as he returned his attention to his paperwork. Concentration was key. So when he heard the boy rummaging through cabinets before banging around pots and pans, he couldn't help but turn around his seat and voice his frustration. "Shuu-kun," He began, shaking his head. "You'll make the others upset, and then I'll never get these forms done on-" He was interrupted as everyone seemingly popped into existence the moment he blinked. First, was the tiger shark...creature...thing. The Salary Man didn't know what to think of him; yet he did sense enormous power contained within that little body. Perhaps it wasn't even his final form? Next was the Cat-Boy, Koneko. He seemed to sleep all day and generally wasn't a bother. Late at night when Atasuke got home, he'd often see the feline slumbering on top of the fridge. He idly took a sip from the coffee mug that lay across the table. Glancing at the muscular and formidable Hajime. He didn't know much about the teen, other than he probably took steroids and lifted weights the majority of the day. Kei came down, followed by Mishi, Amami, and Haruko. The four of them were a strange lot, to him at least. For one, all of them didn't really seem keen on talking, and Atasuke never pressed the matter as it would be strange for a grown man to be seen talking with younger women that lived under the same roof with him. There was an awkward silence in the kitchen as everyone came down, with nothing but the sound of a steaming and bubbling coffee pot that sat idly on the counter next to the toaster. "So..." The Office Worker mumbled, rubbing the back of his head. "Good morning everyone."