Apartment Sign Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"Can you just imagine yourself on the 72nd floor of this 4019 square inch-" "Sorry, but I have this thing with heights." I cut her off. "No worries." We got to the next place, and it was Jasper who said he didn’t like it, and Cooper disapproved of the other apartment after that. “Now, we have this fully furnished 3 bedroom, 3.5 bath apartment, comes with a private parking space and access to a park across the road." "Fully furnished? Did someone die here?" Cooper asked. I gave him a look.

Maya’s POV: We decided to stroll to the apartment on Madison Avenue since it wasn’t so far from Violet’s home. After 8 minutes of peaceful walking, we stopped in front of a brown building. It looked like a modernized cabin on the outside. It had three apartments - labeled A, B, and C (judging by the mailboxes in front) - and a little garage. It's not like I had vehicles to park in it. The building didn't look like much, with little to no decorations but it looked pretty decent.

Jimmy commented shutting the car door. "It says here," Natalia said, looking over a slip of paper. "Alex lives in apartment 12 B." Jimmy thought the apartment number sounded familiar, "What was Osheys?" Natalia flipped a small writing pad over. "11 B, next store." "Well let's see if Alex remembers Oshey." Jimmy started climbing the exterior steps. He walked in silence to a door marked 12. He glanced over his shoulder to Natalia before knocking twice on the door. "Just a moment," a male voice from inside called out.

Kristen introduced and I nodded politely. "Nice to meet you Sofia," She said. "Shall we?" "Sure. Lead the way," I replied. We climbed into the elevator and she pressed the sixteenth-floor button. "Each floor houses two apartments," She declared pointing to the door on our left as the elevator stopped at the sixteenth. 16B was written in golden on the door. "This one is will be yours, if you like it," She said with a confident smile, opening the door written 16A with a key card. "Here you go,"

She walked down the street and the vision of the night she had escaped from the hospital and was drenched in the rain hit her and she felt sorry for Mrs Helen and the ways she had treated her, she knew she had caused her to leave her house to seek refuge elsewhere. The street was dead silent, she wondered if all the occupants had also left as no noise could be heard. The dogs enjoyed their nap. She left Mrs Helen's apartment and headed for Allen's street. The street was similar to that of Mrs Helen's but had fewer houses and lots of trees, she admired the clean lawns and flowers each apartment possessed. She scanned the premises for a clue in finding the doctor's apartment, and found somethi

Worn but standing. Oak Street is quiet. Residential. Nothing special. 2847 is a four-story walkup. Brick. Faded awning. We stand across the street. Watching. "If Richard knows about this place, he'll have people watching," Damien says. "Only one way to find out." We cross. Enter the building. No doorman. No security camera that I can see. The lobby smells like old carpet and cleaning supplies. Apartment 2847 would be... fourth floor. End of the hall.

the cab man says while pointing at my luggage i didn't really have anything much packed Smiling politely “thanks but don't worry i can handle this” Nodding “Ok if you say so, good night” he Mumbled “Humm”i stare at the spot the car was a while now for a moment before i carry my luggage My apartment is somewhere at the second floor and i gat to figure out which apartment in particular Fumbling for my phone in my bag checking the apartment discription,”second floor, second door hummm” I push the gate open, “humm,no lock?” what if someone enters the building, whatever let's get home first

The apartment was within the wealthy area of Dims-Wood, where Bryson and his girlfriend dwelt. As Connor led me inside the house, the landlord pulled out the available for rent sign from the ground. The apartment was refurnished, having all the furniture inside already. It was a 1-bedroom with a kitchen, bathroom, living room, and dining room. "How much did you pay for this?" I asked, examining the beautiful decorative interior of the house which looked very expensive. "You don't need to worry about it." Connor went into his pocket and took out his wallet while we both stood in the living room.

He should be attending some top notch art school or something like that instead he's in this shitty apartment making art with supplies I found in a dumpster. I find him hunched over a painting of a soon to be cat, his brows arched in concentration. I tap his shoulder gently, 'hey buddy' I sign. 'Hey' he signs back. 'What’s this one called?' 'A furry dream' he signs, paint stained hands shaking with excitement. 'Well maybe you should take a break? I brought food.' His face lights up, 'pizza!?' I chuckle, 'well it is made of flour…: He grimaces all the excitement seeping out of his blue eyes.

"Central from Six-three David, we're out on Central and Bridge moving vagrant." "Central copy, Six-three David... 16:40 hours, Twenty - November." Maxine and I got out of the RMP and walked towards the homeless guy, lying against the welcome sign. That sign had been there for as long as I could remember. It was ancient, worn, and weathered. It's once vibrant green had oxidized to a lifeless pale blue. It's once bronze letters were chipped, cracked, and rusted. Its post was tall, thick, and very plain capped with the cross of Saint James. It simply read: