#{{ does the landlord just leave him alone because Sparky pays his rent in advance and literally never bothers him to fix shit? }}

[sparkydx]

Urbane Apartment #501

For as run down and dilapidated as the Urbane apartments appear on the outside (and mostly on the inside), once someone steps inside Sparky's place, they might swear they'd been transported to a completely different building.

The first thing one might notice are the WALLS. The exposed brick isn't just painted, it's COVERED with full-on murals hand-painted by the tenant himself. One may find a wall filled with a dragon, another filled with mountains, another with a colorful tree befitting a fantasy setting, another with a field of Chinese forget-me-nots, another with a perspective of one walking a forest path, another a night sky, another with full galaxies and planets.

So much color.

The entire space is clean and tidy -- not spotless, no, but everything does have its place and instead of smelling dank and dirty and dusty, the air just seems fresh. Perhaps it has something to do with the numerous house plants kept near the windows (which do provide quite a bit of light being on an upper level). The aroma of kitchen spices and coffee just seem to permeate the area.

The living room is a comfortable space with two large sofas facing each other -- one leather, one plush -- with a simple black coffee table between them. One wall is completely covered by bookshelves (with another, secret mural hidden behind it that maybe someday someone will have the chance to see). The books are an extremely eclectic collection ranging from fantasy to horror to psychological thrillers to serial killer documentaries to physics to DIY projects to cultures to SCIENCE! to world history to manuals and, of course, cook books. All this is illuminated by an array of string lights woven across the ceiling. An open concept, opposite the living room is the small kitchen where MAGIC happens! (And yes, Mr. Sparky the Handyman DID install a water filter in that sink, thank you very much.)

Now, one may ask, just why would a man who never sleeps have any need for a bedroom, let alone TWO bedrooms? It may suffice one to learn that even someone who never sleeps DOES need a space to rest. Even if it is resting his mind, getting lost in thought, the first bedroom is certainly a quiet and relaxing space. The walls are painted like the night sky just above the clouds illuminated by the moon. He may not sleep in the bed, but he does lie in it and it is quite comfortable with velour blankets and cool sheets, plush pillows, and a weighted comforter in colors of dark blues and whites and greys. (And of course, an old panda plushie that appears well worn/loved but clean). It's his quiet space, where he lies in comfort and meditates among the stars, an astral projector illuminating the room with thousands of stars shining on the ceiling. He also keeps his more personal paintings hidden in this room -- it is the only space in the apartment that no guests are allowed to enter. Period.

The second bedroom? While it DOES have a bed in it (you never know, someone might need to crash at his place someday!), it appears to be more of a hobby room, filled with his many artistic endeavors -- many canvases of varying size, some in progress, some empty, some complete and resting in a stack against another wall covered by another mural. His gaming computer is also tucked away in a corner with a very comfortable chair and a mini fridge.