Work sucked. Seriously. Whatever had possessed him to go into the dullest line of work he could think of? Being an accountant was.. well, it wasn't one of the joys of his life, but the pay was good and he could work to his own schedule in his own environment. Which of course, meant he spent most of his time in his apartment sat at his dining room table.

Today, however, one of the companies he occasionally worked for had requested he pay them a visit - which meant a very long and boring train ride to the next town over. The day was dull and wet, so Oliver Harper had pulled out his nice long dark jacket and the knitted scarf his grandmother had given him for Christmas. Along with his black shirt, gold tie and black dress pants, he looked like a proper businessman.. minus the briefcase. Well the business he'd just visited had a strict dress code, so turning up in his old jeans and A-team t-shirt wouldn't have been acceptable.

Running a hand through short, auburn hair, Oliver let out a sigh of relief as the train came to a stop and he was able to step out onto his platform. Finally. Just enough time to grab something to eat and get home before one of his programmes started. But what to eat? Pizza, Indian, Chinese... so many choices, all of which were making his stomach growl. After several minutes of walking, however, grey eyes came to rest on his favourite and frequently visited Indian restaurant. Perfect. And whatever he couldn't eat for dinner, he would save for a snack during the night.

Inside, the Indian woman behind the counter greeted him with her soft smile and uttered the same words she did each time he stopped by. "Good evening, Oliver. The usual?" To which the accountant nodded his head, wearing a smile of his own. "Yes please." Pulling out his wallet from his left jacket pocket, he opened it up and pulled out a note, which he then handed her. "Would you like it delivered?" She asked, placing the money in the cash register and handing him his change. "Of course. It'll give me a chance to get myself sorted." The male replied, placing the change into the change pocket of his wallet, then placed it back into his pocket. "Thank you." He thanked the woman once more, before leaving the building.

With his meal being prepared, Oliver decided to pick up a couple of things from the nearby supermarket, to save him having to venture out of his apartment tomorrow. Not that he was a complete hermit.. he just didn't enjoy being around large, noisy crowds. Particularly on market day. Eventually, with two shopping bags in tow, the male finally began to head back to his apartment. Now.. catching pieces of phone conversations was normal these days, it was always interesting to try and work out what people were saying having only heard part of the conversation. But today, the snippet of conversation he heard was peculiar. Who would be tempted to kill who in a train wreck? This was all he heard before a passing bus drowned out the rest. Perhaps he was just a strange figure of speech? Nonetheless, it really wasn't any of his business, was it?

No. So, humming to himself (as he really needed to get himself a new iPod, or something to play music), Oliver continued towards the large block of apartments he called home.

The block of apartments was still somewhat new, having only been built several years before hand. The inside was alot easier on the eye than the outside. Most of the residents took pride in the block and would do what they could to keep it clean. Oliver was no different. Hm. There was that voice again, from the train wreck comment. This time he was saying he wasn't 'Deaths Cherub anymore', strange. It wasn't until he was over taken by another male that he came to realise what was going on. Or what he thought was going on. The male was dressed like those teenagers.. Goths.. or emo's, whatever they called themselves these days. Someone who preferred to live on the 'darker' side of life, that sounded much better. The humming stopped, but Oliver continued to the apartment block and eventually stepped inside, heaving a sigh of relief as he did so.

Before heading upstairs to his floor, Oliver checked his post slot on the side wall. Two letters for him, both bills, no doubt. Shoving them into his pockets, he travelled up two flights of stairs and down the hall to his apartment. Stood across the hall was the male whom had the strange phone conversations. Whoever he was knocking for was clearly not in. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen anyone coming or going from that apartment lately. Perhaps this thin male was his new neighbour? For the moment, however, Oliver ignored him until he was stood outside his door, rummaging through his pockets looking for his keys.

"Do you live there?" He asked as he glanced over his shoulder to look at the male. Finally he located his keys and removed them from his pocket.

Ah, so there were two new people living opposite him? Did the other look as peculiar? The eyes were strange too.. must be some of those freaky contact lenses, keeping eye contact was difficult, but he managed it long enough to shake the males hand and offer a smile. "Nice to meet you, I'm Oliver Harper." He gave the male a firm hand shake and then slowly withdrew his hand. "Well if you or your roommate ever need anything, you know where I am. I don't go out much so I'm around quite often."

"Well if we're going to be neighbours, I don't see why you can't call me by my name." Oliver was somewhat shocked by what Gwyn said next, though he was soon smiling once more. "I'm a.. freelance accountant, I suppose its called. I've just been to see a client and the have a strict dress code." He explained, watching the male. "Well its certainly a different hobby to have. Most people collect stamps or make model planes."

((xD A hoodlum that speaks with proper English? Now thats an amusing thought. And yeah, I know that about the contacts as I've tried them before myself. But yeah, Oliver doesn't know any better =P Tags are awesome?))

Statuettes and such of Death? Yeah, okay, that was a hobby he'd never heard of before, but whatever floated his boat, right? And then that laugh.. Gwyn was a 'proper' emo, wasn't he? Or Goth, Oliver was still unable to tell the difference. Just nodding his head, the male left his new neighbour alone for a moment and vanished into his own apartment to put his shopping bags down on his kitchen counter. He returned just in time to hear the male bidding his friend goodbye.

"Sounds like you have an interesting group of friends." Oliver said, watching the male as he spoke. They did sound quite interesting, though from the sounds of it most of them had bad short term memory and were somewhat forgetful. And Fate was an interesting name too. Was his friend really called that? Or was it just a nickname? "You can come sit in my apartment until your friend arrives, if you want. It would be rude of me to leave you sat in the corridor like this."

((No, but Pandora was a box filled with all sorts of nasty things, wasn't it?))

Oliver stepped aside to let his new neighbour inside and once he was, he made sure he closed and locked the door behind him, though he kept the keys in the door for when this 'Fate' turned up. "Make yourself at home." He said, motioning to the lounge area just in front of them. As an accountant, he knew how to handle and manage money and also how to invest it properly. Because of this, he was able to live comforrably. It wasn't like he lived a lavish lifestyle either, so there was no need to spend more money than needed. The lounge was perhaps his favourite room in the apartment, more thought and money had been put into it than any other room in his home. A large, black leather couch was placed directly in front of a very large, wall mounted television. Beneath the television was a wooden unit filled with DVD's and games. Presumably, inside the small cupboard part of the unit was his gamestations. There were also several stands and shelves lining the walls around them, these were filled with books and ornaments or various types. And of course, sat in front of the couch was a coffee table, on which rested several different remotes.

"You sound more like a family unit than a group of close nit friends." Oliver said once Gwyn had finished speaking. "But its nice to have friends like that, you'll always have someone to rely on or argue with. Must be nice." Ah, some of the shopping would need to be put away before it started to defrost. "Would you like a drink?" He asked, heading towards the kitchen door.

"Oh, well congratulations. What did you specialise in?" Surely nothing as dull as math. Looking back on his own time in college now.. he could have done so much more. Settling for doing other peoples accounts had been the easy option. "I know it's strange, I did the same when I graduated." Only he'd moved over to the opposite side of the country, so the journey and moves had taken a little while longer than anticipated, especially with his over protective mother weeping every time he went to pick up some of his belongings.

"..." Oliver opened his mouth to say something else but several sharp knocks on his door caught his attention. That would no doubt be the food he'd ordered earlier. "Excuse me." Standing, he went to answer the door and came across a familiar face. The same young male that brought his food whenever he ordered from that place. "Thank you." Taking the food, he thanked the male with a smile and closed the door once he'd left. Well.. it would be rude to eat in front of a guest, wouldn't it? "Are you hungry?" He asked Gwyn on his way into the kitchen to put the food down.

Should have guessed, with the males hobbys a Psychology degree had been obvious. "You could always work for the police. I'd imagine the minds of criminals are far more interesting than the minds of the typical sort you get lying on a couch." Nodding to himself at the males responce, he placed the food in the microwave for later when Fate had finally turned up.

Returning to the couch, he sat back down and looked to Gwyn as he continued to speak about his friends. He really did like speaking about them, didn't he? "Is he one of those people you shouldn't judge by their appearance?" Just as he'd thought Gwyn was a rebelleous teenager the second he'd laid eyes on him, but he actually turned out to be a pretty smart guy.

Biased towards murderers? That was something he never thought he'd hear before. Still, each to his own. "They'd all have their own reasons, so it would be like a snowflake, no two ever match." Folding his arms loosely across his lap, Oliver just shook his head and offered the male a soft smile. "Thats nice to know, but I'd feel ackward eating in front of someone I don't really know and who isn't eating aswell."

From the sounds of it, this block of apartments was going to get interesting, though he was sure his elderly neighbours wouldn't agree. Still, was nice to see another young-ish face around the place, he'd started to think he'd wondered into a retirement home. "Have you ever coaxed him into doing something stupid? Like.. saying he wouldn't be able to do something ridiculous then he went and did it?"