` NYC - - - WHERE DREAMS ARE MADE OF.

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Ivan

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Welcome to New York City. You have come here to pursue your life long dream, but living here in NYC isn't easy.
People lose themselves as they dive into the true life in New York City. The sex, the drugs, the corruption of the city.
You will be living in an apartment with other strangers living for a similar dream. You guys will help each other
or tear each other down. What happens all depends on what you do....
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Meandering forward, the lofty male with a light chocolate mane adorning his crown reached for the door handle advancing into the large apartment complex. Today was the day, Cecil was aware, the day he was moving into an apartment with quite a few other people who were pretty much in the same situation as he was. The male was excited, in fact, and was eager to meet his new roommates. Whether they were males or females, or those of both, it didn't matter to him, he was just up and ready to socialize considering he has been living alone for the past three months. He didn't choose to be desolated really, it was just a lack of friends for say, due to being new to America. In his right hand he held a leather suitcase filled with his clothes and nonsense he needed to continue on with his life. Which you could probably guess were books or notebooks. In his other hand, well, was a book, which held a small white envelope giving him directions and the apartment number he needed to make his new adventure a tad bit easier. The male paused for a moment, shuffling through the pages of that book to read aloud that precious number he soon forgot. "Apartment number.. 03?" Cecil read, his Welsh accent quite apparent within each word he spoke. His steps continued on after that, making his way up the stairs and soon arriving at the door of his new "home". He stood there for a moment once more, digging in his back pocket for that key of his, and once retrieving it, sticking it into the lock and unlocking it. The door quietly swung open and Cecil poked his head in, "Hello?"

 
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