Uninvited || Albin and Rory.
Rory sat painting her nails, holding her leg in an awkward and terribly unflattering position. This was her own apartment, she could be chilling rainbow colouring her toenails only in her tee and underwear if she wanted. Hell, she could be nude if she wished but.. she wouldn't stoop that low. This girl had standards. The lights suddenly flickered, snapping her out of her concentration. Huffing as she glanced up at the lamp above her, as though giving it a warning look, she held the brush firm in her hand, gripping it in frustration. Returning her gaze to the pot of yellow, it had been her intention to continue to decorate her nail with a little daisy. That was until the lights gave up entirely, leaving her completely in the dark. "You have to be fucking kidding me!" She exclaimed to the empty room. Irritated, she got to her feet, waddling as she attempted to walk with toe separators still attached. And then, there were sounds of a key in a lock. In her lock. That was her door. Opening. Allowing for more darkness to enter. Some crazy fucker had cut the power and was letting themselves in to kill her. Time and cruelty was catching up on her. This was her demise, she was sure. "I have a weapon to hand!" She screeched, fist whitening around the bottle of polish.