"Careful there or my spikes'll get you." He warned, jabbing a thumb toward the sharp protrusions around his face. His smile widened a bit, he liked being in the company of people who enjoyed playing with fire. "Arson, four accounts, and money laundering. Though, I'm surprised those idiots didn't pin me with endangerment and murder." Rolling his eyes, his frame relaxed more as he dropped his arms and stuck his thumbs in his pants pockets. "My family is from Germany. Prussia actually, before the East and West became one. Came to the great US of A in the 1960s and haven't left ever since." Unconsciously the leather appendages on his back rotated against his shoulders, like one would do when stretching one's arms before a workout. He was desperate to fly after being grounded for so long.

She blushed "A slim? Oh yes sorry...I haven't seen any before" embarrassed she was caught staring, she then nodded quickly "oh yeah!" Stepping up To the door as a very tall man barely slipped passed them, she smiled at him then decided to knock on the door frame of the open door.

Karaiyah stiffened when she heard Mitch, her song dying down when she heard his whistle. Her head swiveled, and her eyes widened almost comically. She wanted to get up, but Lord knows she can't stand on her tail without it hurting badly. So she remained sitting, quickly reaching over to pull her sweatshirt over her topless form. After recovering from the shock she tentatively patted the spot next to her for him, trying to be reassuring. She didn't know if her song affected him, but she hoped not. He looked normal, if not slightly... nervous? She smiled softly at him. "Looks like you got to hear me, now you have no excuse when I ask you to sing. Sit?"

Marisol finally finished cleaning after hours, and heard the door again. She came over to the door and smiled "Hola! Are you here for Oasis?" She asked, pleasantly. She was about to start dinner.

Mitch smiled, a small, honest thing that greatly improved the look of his face. He approached at a leisurely pace, with hands folded in front of him, and took the place that Karaiyah had offered. "Thank you." He muttered softly, letting one leg dangle over the dock edge and drawing one leg up to rest his elbow on. He said nothing for a while, choosing instead to stare out at the water, wondering what he could say. She didn't seem angry with him, but even still, he was uneasy. Less so, now that he'd heard her song. The warmth it brought hadn't faded, and the smile on his lips faded, but never disappeared. While he doubted he was under any sort of siren spell, the song wouldn't leave his mind. He figured he'd blame it on the Encantado affinities, although it wasn't for lack of talent on Karaiyah's part. FInally, after what felt like a long time, he spoke, although it was more of him thinking out loud than anything. "It wouldn't have been hypocritical, you know."

Karaiyah turned to look at him, her brows knitted together in thought. "It wouldn't?" She half mumbled half spoke, unsure of her words. She didn't want to say the wrong thing again, and make him angry. "Why did you come out here? Not that I mind your company, of course." Her eyes downcast again, her tail flipping through the water. She could smell the bay, and it calmed her despite her slight nervousness at Mitch's sudden appearance. She was glad he showed up, though. Even if he was a bit unannounced, she really did like being around him.

Mitch kept his eyes downcast, bent on finishing his thought before moving on. "It wouldn't be hypocritical to judge a prostitute just because you're a Siren. Your race doesn't -*shouldn't*- determine what you do with your body, and someone would be wrong to assume that." He spoke with a sort of intensity, as one would about a topic close to their heart, but he elaborated no further. "I came to apologize," he answered finally, looking at Karaiyah's fins, watching them as they flicked back and forth through the water. "I shouldn't have snapped at you. You made a common mistake, and I'm sorry."

Her eyes softened, and a small smile lit her face. So that's why he was so nervous. She tapped her finger under his chin, trying to tell him to lift it up to look at her. "Thank you. I appreciate the apology, and I apologize too. I got it mixed up in my head, probably because there are other tenants who have that charge. I didn't mean to make you angry, and I don't think your anger was completely unjustified." She paused, voice considerably quieter. "He was a rapist. The man I killed, I mean. He tried to rape a little girl and I caught him." She sighed, rubbing her hand over her face. "In retrospect, perhaps murder wasn't the only option, but it took all of 3 seconds for me to decide killing him was the best way to help the girl. I got her away from him, let her run and call the police, and then once I turned to him laying on the ground my vision tinted red. And, tada, I got a few years. Not long, though. Self defense and all that."

Mitch smiled, a small, genuine thing. His face lifted with Karaiyah's hand, listening to her story. Short, not exactly sweet, but to the point, he nodded and took her wrist in his hand, gently placing her arm back onto her lap. He pointed to the slashing scar over his left eye. "A 'date' gone wrong." He made air quotes around the word. "I'd dealt with the guy before, he was a wealthy guy who decided it was time to try something new, and I didn't like it." A ghost of a smirk crossed his lips; he remembered how surprised the guy had been when Mitch had brandished that broken bottle. "But I wasn't trying to kill anybody."

She nodded, seeming rueful. "Of course. Back to what you mentioned earlier, about prostitutes. You're right, it wouldn't be hypocritical of me. But it would be *really shitty*." She spoke this in earnest. "If I ever hated or judged a prostitute, it would be because they did something that was disrespectful towards me or a loved one. Or anyone, really. If I ever attack or dislike someone just because they chose a path different from mine please yell at me. I never want to become like that, the people I despise most." Karaiyah shook her head, ghosts in her eyes. "I have no less respect for you or anyone else like you because of that choice. If anything, I admire the bravery they often have in dealing with people who aren't as kind as me." Trying to reach a more lighthearted note, she leaned over to nudge his shoulder with hers. "Anyways, I still want to hear you sing and I'm going to bug you about it unless you tell me seriously you want me to stop, in which case I will drop it."

> Marisol finally finished cleaning after hours, and heard the door again. She came over to the door and smiled "Hola! Are you here for Oasis?" She asked, pleasantly. She was about to start dinner. Fallon smiled brightly and nodded "Yes, sorry, I'm a little late.....I umm....got lost....yeah" she giggled, standing beside Standing next to her new friend, willing her legs not to fail on her.

Mitch looked fondly through his hair over at Karaiyah, head still hung from looking at the water. He smiled, rubbing his arm. Smiling, he nudged her back with his shoulder. "Thanks." It wasn't often that one came across someone who didn't look upon people like him with disgust or indignation. Laughing a little more lightly, he added, "I wasn't some street hooker, by the way." He grinned mischievously, pulling at his shirt as if he were popping his collar. "I kept it classy." He winked. To her last comment, he sighed rather dramatically. "Fine, but on my terms." He thought for a second. "Name a Disney song." His mouth twisted in an attempt not to laugh, but he was dead serious.

Karaiyah's smile grew almost impossibly wide, as she turned to him fully with her tail flicking excitedly in the water. "Wait, really?" She laughed, lifting her hand up to tap on her face as she seemed deep in thought. "Hmm, no, not that one. Maybe... Nah. Oh! Ohhhh! I know which one I want you to do!" She laughed gleefully again, hands clapping together jovially. "Can You Feel The Love Tonight, from Lion King! That was my mom's favourite, other than every Little Mermaid song of course." She seemed unphased by the romantic nature of the song, only concentrating on how well his voice would probably fit it. Only a moment later did she realize the implications behind the suggestion, and she laughed nervously as her cheeks flushed. "I mean, you don't have to of course. I can think of another if you don't want to..." She trailed off with uncertainty.

**"Careful there or my spikes'll get you."** Rey warned, as Juniper pulled her hand back quickly, not out of fear but safety for herself. The smile plastered across his face could only mean he had done something mischevious. **"Arson, four accounts, and money laundering. Though, I'm surprised those idiots didn't pin me with endangerment and murder."** he said, and Juniper's slender eyebrows raised rather impressed. He rolled his eyes, relaxing his body before continuing **"My family is from Germany. Prussia actually, before the East and West became one. Came to the great US of A in the 1960s and haven't left ever since."** Juniper's head nodded along to his back story. *"Nothing like a tall, rich, and hot man to put things in to perspective."* she teased, watching as his body shifted and shaped as they stood. She knew what it felt like to ache for freedom. *"They got me for attempted murder."* Juniper admitted, breaking the small sense of understood silence between them. *"Asshole deserved it though, I can't stand cheaters."* she stated, her face stern, before she relaxed once again, a pursed lip becoming a small smile again. *"Hey, I want to take a shower first, but let's grab a bite to eat or go for a walk or something."* She suggested, shrugging her shoulders before turning into her room. Quickly walking into her room she bent down and opened her bag, taking our items of clothing that looked and smelled relatively clean. In the bottom of her bag was a beach towel, grains of sand still clung to it from years and years gone by. She wouldn't use any other one to dry off when she took a shower or bath, or even swam. It wouldn't seem right any other way.

"es okay" Marisol assured "Make sure that you read the rules" She pointed to the plaque "And pick an empty room" She invited

Mitch laughed and rolled his eyes, amused by Karaiyah's constant attempts to be considerate. Smiling, he straightened up and asked, "Now why did I know you'd pick that one?" His smile becoming a lopsided smirk, he stretched his arms in front of him and rolled his shoulders. "Now, I only told you to name a tune," he said over his shoulder, "But if my memory serves me, I believe there's an Elton John version of that song, with different lyrics. I can't remember if one ripped off the other, but it's quite a piece." Standing and leaning on a beam sticking up from the dock, Mitch cleared his throat and looked out over the water as dramatically as possible, eyeing Karaiyah out of the corner of his eye. He could hear the instrumental in his head; of course, everyone did when they thought of a song, but to him it was *there*, as clear as the waves were to him. Taking a deep breath, he began. *"There's a calm surrender, to the rush of day; When the heat of a rolling wind, can be turned away. An enchanted moment, and it sees me through-- It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you..."*

She nodded quickly and looked to the rules as she walked in, grabbing Scorcha's arm and pulling her inside. She had just made a friend and she wasn't about to let them walk off, she looked over the rules, smiling brightly "I can do that!" She blushed, realizing she was probably talking to loud. She then looked around the place, a room...she had never had a room before, a cage and a cell....but no room, she was excited and very nervous.

_"Well, I didn't say I was rich."_ He thought. Stepping forward to lean against the door frame while Juniper dug through her bag, one of his wing claws clacked against the hard wall. "Sounds good to me. Going out beats staying in here all day." He cracked his neck and rotated his shoulders to relax the tense muscle. "And assholes deserve what's comin' to them. Can't imagine the kind of guy that would cheat on you." Not really one for compliments, he took a stab at it and hoped it worked. She was pretty, he supposed, and it wouldn't hurt to be nice every once in a blue moon. His tail tapped lightly against the wall, his blue scales shining dully in the hall light.

Karaiyah stared at him, an even deeper blush blossoming on her cheeks as she heard him sing. "Hoooooooly shit." She breathed, unaware she even said it out loud. His voice as gorgeous. He was gorgeous. A few gears clicked in her head, and she cursed herself. *It's been a day, you crazy woman. Slow your roll.* She thought to herself sternly. She felt compelled to sing the alto harmony as softly as she could, letting her voice be more of a background to his. And Lord, his voice. She didn't think she could ever get used to that. "And can you feel the love tonight; It is where we are And it's enough For this wide eyed wanderer That we got this far..."

Sorcha struggled to regain her footing when she was pulled in by Fallon. It was sudden and it caught her off guard. Once she did, she read the rules as well. Giving a nod in agreement. She followed Fallon around the house. Being in a house was new to her. But to actually live in one as well? Her nomadic nature before she got arrested was just about all she knew. She had an idea of how to live in a house from her time in prison. But in prison, everything was regimented. She looked up at Fallon "W-Which room do you want?"