Palm Trees and Empty Beer Cans
Paradise Apartments is a pretty dingy, J-shaped, two story building, slathered in chipping, pale pink paint. The room doors are teal blue and some are missing their room numbers. There’s a gated pool area out front in the parking lot, though it usually doesn't look too inviting... or sanitary. Mostly just home to soggy debris, and sometimes an unmatched sock.
A liquor/convientent store called Aunt Sally’s shares the same lot as Paradise Apartments, near the top of the J shape, separating Paradise’s parking lot from the main road.
The landlord is a very lax man, or more so just uncaring. Which is neat in some senses, like he couldn’t care less whether you smoked inside, whether you had a pet, or a petting zoo, or what went down in your apartment- as long as he didn’t have to pay for anything. In other senses, it could take months and many reminders for him to get your sink fixed, or your locks changed. Tony is a little bit sleazy, a little too friendly at times, but overall harmless.
Life in Paradise isn’t too bad. There are only a handful of neighbors that should be avoided for the most part; a few cranky, senile old geezers just hollering at the younger generation and waiting around to die, a good amount of drug users and dealers, the healthy amount of creeps, and just a few of those infamous Nosy Neighbors types.
Here in Paradise you can be lulled to sleep every night by the sounds of police sirens, shouting in the room above, people chattering outside to god knows who, maybe no one, and of course, the neighbor across the lot’s heavy metal music reverberating through the floors and walls.
Rooms
#01-18 on ground floor
#19-36 on the second story
