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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.
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.”












