Rebecca Holloway
Building 1 Lobby“Good morning.” Max said brightly, a slight tilt to his head. “Are you a… new resident?”
Rebecca looked at Max a little quizzically. It was a weird expression, considering how tired she was. In her inattention, there was a thud onto the desk. She looked down and saw that Slick took advantage of her lapse in attention and escaped her jacket. Slick was a Mountain Pit Viper from Southeast Asia. Venomous, but lazy unless provoked. She stared at him. He stared...somewhere off into the rest of the building.
"You tryna make introductions, boy? Get back here." Rebecca said, picking the snake up and laying it around her arm and shoulders.
"Oh… right, uh, off the grid and covert…" she said, glancing between the card and Rebecca with a polite but slightly lost expression. "We definitely have some quieter units available like corner apartments and such… Good for, um… privacy?" She offered a hopeful smile. "But I’m not sure if we have any that are specifically off the grid… I mean, the whole apartment complex is off the grid, but our apartments themselves are pretty standard when it comes to that…"
She turned to Max as he glanced at her and asked if Rebecca was a new resident. “Indeed. Miss… “ She looked towards Rebecca, a gentle redness forming on her cheeks. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry. I forgot to introduce myself.” Theria extended her hand to greet Rebecca, Xena, the protector snake, playing close attention to the new resident. “My name is Elephtheria Lasthena. Do call me Theria. I’m the assistant manager here. May I have your name?”
It was exactly how it was described to her. A place for people in the same situation as her. People who couldn't coexist with the real world because they were monsters and creatures of the night. But for such a place, it seemed they took great lengths to make it appear more normal. Casual. Safe. Rebecca didn't like it. It made people complacent. But she bit her tongue and said nothing. After all, who was she to have a say in how things were run and how people should behave? It didn't shake the feeling in the pit of her stomach that
such carefree attitudes might end up coming back to bite them.
She put it out of her mind and started to fill out the form. Her age was...very spotty, so she left it blank. She was a walking anachronism, though. The Vietnam veteran, looking like they just came home from deployment like it was 1972. Under the species she wrote "Eldritch abomination" and had filled everything else out. She slid the paper back and looked to Max and then to Theria.
"No, but I can tell you who I am. Holloway, Rebecca. Fifth SFG. RT Boa." She replied, almost robotically, when she started going through the other information. She produced
a small card and placed it on the desk. "I don't have a current driver's license, so this will have to do for ID."