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People call me "Suzy Q" and not a lot of people know what the "q" stands for. Well, except for Sicilia; She was an easy candidate for my first true love. That is, until that doucheweed came into our life. I think it was Fabio or something romantically cheesy.

It was weird getting a call from her, telling me about how she was living in this really nice place, and she was probably believed to have killed this trashy looking girl from Texas and... my god, how she was scared for her life. And how she had never been this alone before. Something clenched at my heartstrings, something made me want to be there for her. With the situation at hand, I had the option to join her and be there with her. So with my bag packed for the trip, I drove the three hundred miles down to the Apartments. But, i should probably give a back story on how we met before this jumps into Soap Opera territory...

~*Five years earlier*~

She was beautiful; she was young, but god, she was a beautiful thing. Or maybe it was just her appeal that stuck out to me. She was majoring in Astrophysics, and me in automotive repair; you know, just the stuff you need to know to fix cars and airplanes and the really odd ones as well.

Anyways, i could tell she was totally straight, because why would a girl like that go for a girl like me? Although, college sometimes has this "effect" on people, and I find her talking to me, and a few weeks later, i grow the pair enough to ask her out. Surprisingly, she said yes. Our relationship grows over the course of a few more weeks, and soon we're both together. I may be a lesbian, but she's at least bi; i can tell by the way she sometimes looks at the opposite sex.

Our relationship definitely took a turn for the worst when "fabio" came into the picture; tall, tan, long flowy locks, and built like he was sculpted from the gods. Of course he caught her attention, and he soon pulled her away from me; i mean, every time i asked to hang out, she cancelled at the last second because Fabio needed help on his homework or something. Finally, i found she was cheating on me, and we cut it off. They went together, i got my degree and license, and i never saw them again. Though, over the span of facebook, i learned they broke off about a month after i graduated. That was how i pushed her out of my life; by forgetting about her, focusing on my studies, and just trying to get through my life. Then she comes sashaying into my life again, like some frivolous drag queen, making me question if she really is the same, or someone else...

but, when i got there, and the police let me through to see her, Sicilia was obviously relieved to see me; wrapping me in a bone crushing hug, trembling with relief. She was quivering even after we let go, so i wrapped her in a blanket and sat her down, me pulling up a chair across from her, asking her to fill me in so i knew what the hell was going on.

She gulped, holding back the tears enough to start. "W-well... I don't know. I showed up here again after my faked death, and-" I cut her off, waving a hand. "Wait wait wait, you faked your death?" She shrugged, waving it off. Another time, i suppose.

"Anyways... I was there, and then this trashy Texan girl came slashing at me, looking like somebody who hadn't gotten their hit for the day. Next thing i know, the lights turn off, she screamed and she was..." the tears poured over then, her hunching over to cry. "She was dead. And now everything thinks I'm a murderer!" I placed a hand on her shoulder, soothing her as best as i could. "Listen, Siccy, I don't think you'd kill her. Granted, she sounds like an annoying little c**t, and she probably did deserve to get hers, but you wouldn't do it. It had to be something, or someone, else. Was there anything that stuck out to you that didn't make sense? Anything that you could recall from when the lights went out?"

She nodded, pulling herself back up. "I remember... i think they grazed me, and their skin felt tattooed, or like, they were wearing a rough kind of fabric. And then...
they smelled like some kind of oil. Like..." She furrowed her brows, sniffing. "They smelled kind of like you. Light, but still like oil."

I nodded, looking out the window. "Carborator oil; rare, hard to come by. Stopped being made a couple of years back. It's a scent that's hard to trace, which is probably why they used it." I scoffed, thinking this person knew their automotives about as well as i did; that's a big offense in my book. "Siccy, i think you should... you should tell them about this finding."

She shakes her head, looking into my eyes. "But what if they get a whiff of you? Won't they... lock you up?" I shake my head, returning her gaze. "How would a murderer in one day go from her to almost four hundred miles away?" She giggles a bit, at her "stupidity."

"Okay, I will do that... later. Let's just, talk. Please?" "Okay" i say, smiling. We go into talking about what we had done in the last five years. This girl may be working her way back into my heart. But i wouldn't let her in; just not yet.

Klaus listened to the police woman impatiently. These people irked him like no other. "This is preposterous!" He exclaimed when they were told they couldn't leave the apartments. He was practically seething when told he would then only have a few minutes to complete a phone call. "Very well," he replied while taking out his state of the art blackberry, "You will all be very sorry for this," He muttered under his breath while pressing the speed dial. The other line had barely made it through the first ring before it was answered.

"Klaus," a low female's voice answered. "It's been awhile," she almost seemed to purr while speaking. Klaus wasted none of the time he had been allotted. "Helga," he answered, "I seem to find myself in an almost unmanageable situation." That was all Helga needed to be on her feet and through the door. "Mmmm," she replied while grabbing a ready to go briefcase by the door. "Sounds yummy."

Several hours later, a woman would be arriving at the apartments. She would introduce herself as Helga Wezten, Klaus Ranier's lawyer, which in part was the truth, however, it wouldn't take long for her many hidden talents that one would not normally associate with a lawyer to surface. In fact Klaus was counting on it, and hoping that the other tenants would discover this one by one.

Ahhh, young love. I mean, I'm still young of course.... but well, youngER love.
My first and only love, Mr. Jimbob.
Also known as Gyno Jimbob.
He was my gynecologist.

I was an inpatient at Kirkwood Luxury Medical Hospital. I was married to a man who didn't love me but was rich, and when I tried to jump off of the balcony into the pool, he threw me in there. During my stay, I got pregnant. How, you may ask? Well, I was getting a regular check-up from Gyno Jimbob and he decided to stick his weewee in my hole instead of his hand. He said it was an accident, but I loved him from the first pap smear. I haven't seen him in 12 years, and in that time, I kinda lost my baby somewhere. I don't really remember. I had the annoying thing, and then I gave it to my maid to hold, and I haven't seen her since. Oopsies. What was I talking about? Oh right, Gyno Jimbob. Oh, that man was absolutely DIVINE. Still makes me insides tingle..... oh, I'm talking about in my tummy. wink *eh hem* Oh, what I would give to see him again. I think he's dead though. Oh well.

Yeah… I remember, I fell in love with that guy when I was on Philippines, when I’m not exposed to the good and greatness of the world… I feel degraded whenever I think about it, I did realize how jerk he is and how stupid I fell for the dude… he sells and use drugs… His name is James, or they call him “Totoy Mola” (a guy with a huge d, and a chick magnet)… I call him Saint James back then, He was tall dark and handsome… handsome?... /vomits and gags... I dont have any current news about him. Last time i remember, he was here in US, in a gang...

This is Isabelle, a mermaid, and the subject of many of Ash's paintings. He is "in love" with her, despite her being nothing more than a figment of his imagination that he brought to being with his art. Ash's awkwardness around women brought him to put any misplaced emotions he might have had upon this invented character of his, perhaps a bit more than is usually healthy. People would probably never guess it from just being around him, because he's developed over the years the ability to fully separate his romantic feelings for a painting from his normal life. Its not even that Ash has never been in a relationship before; there was that one time with his hot nanny that he'd rather forget..... but as they always end up in disaster, his image of a "perfect" woman was forged into the creation of Isabelle, and it has been his emotional outlet ever since.