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French Quarter

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6210 Busch Blvd, Columbus, OH 43229

(614) 781-0588

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Tomorrow: 9:00 am - 5:00 pm
10
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Phone: (614) 985-1950

Primary Phone: (614) 985-1950

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Location
The Continent
Neighborhood
Busch
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Category
Real Estate Management

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Shelli P.

09/16/2018

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The darkness pressed down on Gregor's eyes until he felt it had physical weight, like water. He'd never been completely without light before. At home, streetlights, car headlights, and the occasional flashing fire truck shone in the tiny window of his bedroom. Here, once he'd blown out the oil lamp, it was as if he'd lost the sense of sight entirely.

He'd been tempted to relight the lamp. Mareth had told him that torches burned all night long in the corridor outside his room and he could rekindle the flame there. But he wanted to save the oil. He'd be lost without it once he got out of Regalia.

Boots made a snuffling sound and pressed her back deeper into his side. His arm tightened around her.

Servants had prepared separate beds for them, but Boots had climbed right in with Gregor.

It hadn't been hard to get the Underlanders to excuse them for bed. Everyone could see Boots could barely keep her eyes open, and he must have looked pretty ragged himself. He wasn't. Adrenaline was pumping through him so fast, he was afraid that people could hear his heart beating through the heavy curtains that shut off their bedroom from the hall. The last thing he could do was sleep.

They had been invited to bathe again before bed. It was something of a necessity for Boots, who, in addition to stew, had conditioned her curls with some kind of pudding. Gregor hadn't objected, either. The water gave him a quiet place to think out his escape plan.

It also gave him a chance to ask Dulcet about the water system in the palace without seeming suspicious. "How do you guys have hot and cold running water?" he asked.

She told him the water was pumped from a series of hot and cold springs.

"And then it just empties back into a spring?" he asked innocently.

"Oh, no, that would not be fresh," said Dulcet.

"The dirty water falls into the river beneath the palace and then flows to the Waterway."

It was just the information he needed. The river beneath the palace was their way out. Even better, it led to the Waterway. He didn't know what that was exactly, but Vikus had mentioned it had two gateways to the Overland.

Boots stirred again in her sleep, and Gregor patted her side to quiet her. She had not seemed to miss home until bedtime. But she looked worried when he told her it was time to go to sleep.

"Mama?" she asked. "Liz-ee?"

Was it only that morning that Lizzie had ridden off to camp on the bus? It seemed like a thousand years ago.

"Home? Mama?" insisted Boots. Even though she was exhausted, he had a hard time getting her to sleep. Now he could tell by how restless she was that she was having vivid dreams.

"Probably full of giant cockroaches and bats," he thought.

He had no way to tell how much time had passed. An hour? Two? But what little noise he'd been able to hear through the curtain had ceased. If he was going to do this thing, he needed to get started.

Gregor gently disengaged himself from Boots and stood up. He fumbled in the dark and found the sling Dulcet had given him. Trying to position Boots inside it proved tricky. Finally he just squeezed his eyes shut and let his other senses work. That was easier. He slid her in and slung the pack on his back.

Boots murmured, "Mama," and her head fell against his shoulder.

"I'm working on it, baby," he whispered back, and searched the table for the lamp. That was all he was taking. Boots, the pack, and the lamp. He'd need his hands for other things.

Brenda K.

03/10/2017

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Hi I recently moved here and being a fellow property manager I see more things than other people look for.. I think the staff at the French Quarters are great.. The office manager and leasing agent are great people. and the maintenance staff is the best I have seen in a while... Thanks for all you do...

SillyG16

03/31/2011

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DO NOT RENT HERE!!

All the apartments are run down! Wildly over priced even if utilities are included. All the aprtments are coverd in mold, and the leasing staff is extremely rude and cares nothing about your comfort or rights as a tennant. If you do move here pray that you dont have any mantinance issues cause they take months to get finished and all the while the leasing staff is telling you why its your fault. And really hope that you dont have any problems with neighbors cause those for sure will never be resolved. You will be told to go knock on doors to figure out where noise is coming from and then call you a liar when you cant figure it out. Rather than figure it out them selves (which i might add is their JOB) the tell you they will put up notes to try and stop it and will put them on the wrong building repeatedly and rather then try again for the right building they say woops my bad deal with it.

All in all what im trying to say is DO NOT LIVE HERE!
You will aboslutly regret it!!