Mina knocks on the dorm door at 12:01 PM. As though she's attempting to be fashionably late and slightly failing.
She takes a step back, giving the door room to open, her lips shining with a clear gloss, she's got a bright white stripe up the middle of her nose, and white lining her eyes, giving her a faux downturned eye shape. Her false lashes are spiky and cheap looking. Her hair is left natural, curly and a little frizzy in the humid heat, parted around the base of each of her bedazzled horns, the left one glitzed with green gems and the other with hot pink rhinestones.
Her nails are grown out to hell, still the blue leopard print from that day in the hallway, she's missing her right pinky nail and her left pointer nail. She plucks at the strap of her bra with the tip of her sharp nail.
She's wearing a camouflage utility jacket, shrugged off her shoulders and bunching around her elbows. It's lined with a soft, hot pink pink cotton, and there's a circular Rob Zombie patch sewn on the arm, and a large white pin on the chest picturing a brown cupcake under swirling text reading 'February's Diner.' She's got a green off shoulder shirt on, it allows for her tan lines to show, over her shoulders and chest, her arms are a few shades darker pink compared to her shoulder blades, the middle of her chest has a wide strip of that same darker shade too.
Her tail flicks around nervously behind her like a sentient whip, cutting through the air in tight arcs. Leant up against the steps is her bike, hot pink and half duct tape by weight. There's a front basket with a sealed clear packet, tied shut with a length of leopard print ribbon.
- @allienqueen
Jimmy opens the door wide, free hand shoved in his pocket.
"Pinks! Hey girl! You're right on time!
Jimmy himself was dressed rather differently - a scuffed black bomber jacket over a black t-shirt with some sort of punk band logo on it, the text rather illegible through the design. He wore baggy, acid-washed jeans that were fairly ripped up at the knees, and red sneakers that looked like they had seen a good amount of use. More glaringly, his hair - grown out slightly since they last talked - had been styled up into liberty spikes, and was now neon red.
It was all far more alt punk than his usual dress for school.
