Title: None officially - Part 1 is No More and Part 2 is A New Life
Author: TwiLightJoy/Joy C
Email: twi_light64@hotmail.com
Distribution: Email me, and I will say yes.
Feedback: Pleeeeeeeeeease!
Setting: This chapter (also the next couple) take place between Revelations and Lovers Walk, in Season 3.
Other Stuff: Chapter 10 starts a new part, A New Life, beginning with Tara's arrival in Sunnydale. I still don't have a title for the entire fic yet, I usually don't have one for a story until it's completed anyway, and since this one is my first chapter fic, I'm not sure how long that will be. I'm also not revelaing our shadowy onlooker's identity until Part 3. Just so you know you've got a wait til it comes up again.
Anyway, hope you enjoy!Tara’s eyes fluttered open as the bus squeaked to a stop in front of a bus station about the same size as the one back home.
No, not home any more. Now this is home. “Sunnydale station!” the driver announced as Tara pulled the headphones off her ears, letting them loop around her neck. Lisa Loeb still strummed through “Jake” in the tiny speakers, and Tara rose and stretched, yawning, her lower back giving a quiet pop. She reached for her bag from above and headed for the front of the bus before stepping into the morning sun.
Hours of being confined on the bus made the fresh air and sunshine all the more wonderful, and she took a deep breath, waiting for the driver to retrieve her belongings from under the bus. Taking the hand-truck, Tara grinned and took a good look around. The first order of business would be to get a place to stay. Probably the lady behind the counter in the station would know a place.
She went inside and stepped up to the counter, asking if the lady knew of an inexpensive place that she could get a small apartment. The woman seemed very nice, and directed her to the Court Street apartments, which were only a couple blocks away. Tara thanked the woman and headed over to check it out.
The place doesn’t look that bad, she thought. It wasn’t falling apart or anything, like she’d half-expected. The building was three stories high, brick, and pretty old looking. It wasn’t covered in graffiti, which the fair-haired girl took as a good sign. She followed the arrows directing her to the landlord’s office, and knocked at the door.
“Come in,” a harried sounding voice replied. Opening the door, Tara saw a short, dark, balding man who seemed to be somewhere in his forties seated at a desk buried under a small heap of papers. She gave a hesitant smile to the man, and he brightened a bit and smoothed his hair down, seeming to relax more by the moment. “Hello there, young lady, and what can I do for you?”
“I, I’d like an apartment. Just a small one, I, I heard that this w-was a good place to go.” She smiled shyly again, fighting the urge to let her hair fall across her face.
“And I take it from the luggage there that you’d like to move in immediately?” he chuckled, and Tara nodded. “By the way, my name’s Gil Dickinson. And it so happens, little lady, I have a studio open on the second floor. Would you like to take a look at it?”
Tara nodded again eagerly. “Y-yes, sir!”
The man smiled and opened a cabinet with one of the many keys that dangled from the right side of his belt. “Let’s see, 227, here we go.” He took a pair of keys and turned back to Tara. “You can leave the cart here in the office if you’d like. I’ll lock the door once we leave; it’ll be perfectly safe here. Now the stairs are to your left,” the man directed. Tara turned and headed up the stairs, and the landlord followed her up and took the lead once they reached the second floor.
The floors were covered with worn-looking but clean tile, and a variety of doormats sat in front of most of the apartment doors. After a short walk and another left turn, the salt-and-pepper-haired man unlocked apartment 227, the green painted door swinging in to reveal a compact, sparsely furnished dwelling. “Like I said, it’s a studio, you have your living room right here, the kitchen/dining area right over there.” No walls separated this space, but there was a doorway on the right side of the living room, which Mr. Dickinson led Tara towards. “Then the bedroom’s in here, and the bathroom is on the left. Take your time and look it over.”
Tara smiled and did just that, walking slowly around the bedroom and checking out the closet space and the bathroom. Everything looked well used, but obviously cared for and clean. The living room area was pretty much the same, a cushy couch and an old television.
“Everything you see here comes with the place, but you can feel free to get more furniture on your own.” Tara nodded and walked through the kitchen, checking out the cupboard space, which seemed more than adequate for one person. “Now there are a few rules. We’ve got a lot of people on a lot of different schedules here, so you need to keep it quiet most of the time. No blasting music, no parties, that kind of thing. You get reported for too much noise, and you won’t see me looking this happy when I have to come up to talk to you about it. Just be considerate of your neighbors, and they’ll be considerate of you.
"We’ve got laundry in the basement, machines run on quarters. No pets. Right now it’s past the 15th of the month, so what you pay today will cover you ‘til the first, it’s $75, if you decide to take it. I’ll also need a $75 deposit. After this month, it’s one-fifty a month ‘til you clear out. If the place is still in this good shape, you’ll get the full deposit back. If not, I’ll keep it; if it’ll cost me over seventy-five to fix what damage you did, you’ll get a bill from me. And again, I won’t be smiling.” Gil raised his eyebrows. “So what do you think, young lady? Any other questions?”
“Um, are the utilities included?” she asked. “And what about the um, the phones?”
Gil smiled. “Utilities are included, but the phone’s up to you. You can call from my office to set up a time to get them to hook your line up, but I’m sure not paying for it!” he chuckled.
Tara nodded eagerly. “Sounds r-reasonable. And it’s, it’s okay for me to move right in? Now? A-and, is cash good?”
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