too many mouths

[diamondstuddedkitty]

@toomanyarms

Kitty was actually a little excited for a roommate. And when she heard she would have two, well she was doubly excited. 

And then she met one of them. A kind of mean woman who she’s pretty sure tried to poison her after she tried so nicely to show her some films to educate her on the superior form of entertainment. She also threatened to burn her film, well, it was a thinly veiled threat she was pretty sure. 

Kitty vowed to steer clear of her. No fun sleepovers for her then. 

Her other roommate however, she hadn’t met. And she was quite excited for it. This time would go better, she would wear her clothes that said she was a quirky cool best friend. One of her sweaters and capris and of course her pearls. She did her hair very nicely and made suree her fingerwaves were properly set. 

She would look good, goddammit. 

She popped popcorn and got a bottle of Champaign. This was going to be fun, she was going to like these movies. She pulled out her little projector and transformed the living room into almost a mini theater. She was ready. It was going to be good. 

[toomanyarms]

        She was hungry; it was a dull ache against her ribs and burned in the pit of her stomach. She had never know hunger before now, where she had to find her own food, hunt for her own meat. It would be far too suspicious to pick away at the people living in the apartment complex. Risky, stupid. 

The last time she did that her brother had to buy out the property to hide the evidence.

The rich smell of buttered popcorn flooded her nose the moment she exited her room. Masked beneath it was the strong scent of anxiousness. Rounding the corner she saw the living room had been darkened, leaving the small figure in it shrouded in darkness. She was only lit by the light of her projector; revealing a fine mess of blond hair and red lips.

Ah, red was her favorite color.

“Are you busy?” Came Porcelain’s voice, a purr in the dark. She slinked from the shadows like a cat, adjusting her jewelry and finishing up the finishing touches on her jewelry, earrings last, and let her inky black hair fall over her back, “I didn’t realize you were home. We haven’t met yet, have we?”

She walked forward and extended one hand (the rest lay still, deep inside the the crevice of her spine, tickling and itching to be free!), smiling without showing her teeth. 

“My name is Porcelain and I’m sure we are going to be best friends.”

[gardellswrath]

@toomanyarms

Maria unpacked the rest of her clothes aggressively. What was this? The barracks again? She was a respectable woman, who now had roommates? She was about to throw a fit. If Lydell hadn’t asked her to not cause a scene, to just go with it. She would have by now. 

She would have raised hell with the front desk staff. At least gotten herself a single room, or a room on the top floor. At least the apartment was nice, pretty walls, nice hardwood flooring, stainless steel appliances. 

What was she talking about!?

She was livid and she needed a drink. And eventually she would have to meet her roommates. Hopefully not too soon. But just in case. She tucks a knife into her thigh holster under her skirt. She makes sure her rings are filled and ready to go. Didn’t want to take any chances. 

The small woman made her way into the kitchen pulling out a bottle of whiskey. When the door opens. 

For a moment she considers throwing a knife. For a moment.

But she thinks better of it and turns to face whoever is walking through the door. She was briefly surprised by the multiple arms, but when you work for an immortal demon you tend to see a few things. You tend to perfect your poker face. Especially in her line of work. 

“Welcome home.” Her voice is short but strong, “Name’s Maria Gardell. Want a drink?”

[toomanyarms]

        Click, click, click. Her heels rang through the halls, cutting like knives through the busy sounds of people unpacking. She smoothed her deep, red velvet dress and adjusted her purse, black eyes falling on those in the hall that were stunned into silence by her beauty.

Yes, this was a perfect feeding ground.

Her room was easy enough to find; the door slid open with a cursory unlocking and she was in. It smelled new, the kind of fresh that wasn’t cooped up and musty with time. There was bright, natural lighting and beautiful flooring that would be remarkably easy to clean of messes. She kicked off her shoes and hummed, stretching gleefully.

“Time to come out, babies,” She cooed, and sighed in relief as her back opened and long, spindly arms with grasping claws burst free. She stroked each one, petting down their smooth flesh with the care of a mother. Having to conceal her little friends made her so, so sad. But here, in her own home, she had little to fear-

Except the woman staring at her, whiskey in hand and uncomfortably close to a block of knives. She turned, each clawing had held high and prone, as if each were a coiled rattlesnake ready to strike. Porcelain smiled, tilting her head to the side like a curious animal and put her hands together, palms facing each other. “Oh! I didn’t realize someone was here already! My apologizes!” 

She bowed, setting her purse down on a counter top in the same motion. “I would love one, I would be very happy! Please, call me Porcelain.”