Viciousmarrow

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@Silent Observer

They're so compatible! Oh wait...

Closed. Free Pass has been rebooted.

Location: Bathroom -> Somewhere in the school -> Back to Class
Interacting with: Joe, Everybody in class

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‘My liiiiiiife….’

Temperance was fraught with frustration as she scrubbed the cooled coffee out of her pants with rough, circular motions. Why couldn’t the dashing Chris Pratt just waltz in and take her pants off and… Her cheeks flushed red at the thought, immediately ceasing her descent into erotic fiction for now. It was too early for hopeless, dirty romantic thoughts! Vigorously, one of her small hands grabbed another handful of paper towels while the other tossed the soaked ones into the garbage. Her pants were dry now, for the most part. In an alternate reality, they could have been off though. And she could have been with Chris Pratt! In a public bathroom…

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Okay, so maybe that really wasn’t the best fantasy. In fact, it could even be considered a little gross. This is exactly why she read other people’s smut rather than wrote her own.

As far her incident with her coffee went, this was definitely not the first time anything chaotic and embarrassing had happened Temperance. Something of a curse followed her, a poltergeist that left a maelstrom in its wake. One of her most notorious achievements, if they could be called that, consisted of toppling over nearly all of their modest library’s bookshelves after she had bent over to tie her shoe laces. Seriously, she swore up and down God himself had out it for her. Her mom just considered it her “awkward stage” in life, but she’d been stuck in this state since elementary school. Whether or not she’d actually grow out of her clumsiness had yet to be seen.

Sighing, the blonde made her way out of the bathroom and down the hall to find Joe the Janitor. He was, after all, the go to man for the devastation Temperance wrought. Never in his life had he had to work as much as did while the young Venable continued to grace Westworth High. Still, the two of them had a solid relationship, and when the older man caught sight of the mousey blonde strolling toward him, he could only chuckle, knowing some misfortune had already transpired.

“What’s it today? Break the toilet again?” Joe jested, teasing the teenager with a smirk.

The toilet accident… Temperance didn’t want to go into that. She didn’t even know toilets could break like that! “No… I got coffee all over the floor in Mr. Clark’s classroom.” She meekly replied, eyes on the floor and hands folded awkwardly.

“I won’t question how that happened, but don’t worry, Temperance. I’ve got this. I’d make you do it, but… I think we’d all somehow be drowning in dirty mop water.” Whistling, the janitor waltzed away to get a mop and his janitorial cart, while the mess of a Junior hurried back in silence to Mr. Clark’s class. It was doubtful she’d be getting her history assignment in, which had her tumbling her hands in anxiety. At least she was alive, unlike the poor souls residing in Paris’ catacombs. Bones, more bones, death, and darkness… What a miserable place to be buried! Strangely, the thought of France’s capital and its eerie landmark gave the blonde inspiration for the Junior class’ trip. Of course, it was perfect! Well, at least she considered it to be the prime locale for a bunch of small town teenagers.

Bustling into class, the blonde’s green eyes went to the white board, noticing the best suggestion hadn’t been made yet. Hawaii, LA, London, Paris, Rome… Yuck! Youth was about experience, not sightseeing!

“Amsterdam! 4/20, blaze it! Smoke weed everyday!” she blurted out, which quickly drew suspicious eyes from Mr. Clark. “Er… I mean, it’s historic and there’s a lot of educational value to be had there.” A quaint laugh could be heard as Joe the Janitor slipped behind Temperance and got to work, cleaning up the girl’s mess.

Truthfully, Temperance knew absolutely nothing about Amsterdam except for the supposed lawlessness of the city that numerous forms of media had attached to it. Yes, marijuana was legal in Colorado, but that was probably the only wild thing about the state. As for how to fund the trip… That was a tricky question. A small school like theirs only got so much money, and there were so few people around that could actually contribute anything. Well, unless Lala’s parents wanted to do the heavy lifting anyway. To really get the ball running money-wise on their own, they would probably have to operate outside Westworth or simply do it online. “So… this is going to be a weird suggestion, but we could sell cursed items on eBay or something… I mean, obviously they’re not really cursed, but people will pay hundreds of dollars for creepy dolls. Not that I’ve done that before, just… you know, something I’ve read about.” Temperance squeaked out her strange fundraising proposal, silently begging someone to save her from being up her in the spotlight. She was too awkward and strange for this! Lala did the talking, not her! Why did she do this to herself?! All she wanted to do was go back to a dry desk and sleep forever! Where was Chris Pratt when you needed him most...?

Closed. Free Pass has been rebooted.

@Fabricant451
There's no problem with it, I just find it funny. xD

Closed. Free Pass has been rebooted.

So this is where all the elusive Asians in Colorado live! xD

Closed. Free Pass has been rebooted.

Temperance Venable

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"I don't know what I'm doing..."

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For the Record

║ Name ║

Temperance Charlotte Venable

║ Birthday & Age ║

04/23, 16

║ Gender & Sexual Orientation ║

Female. Straight. Probably. Maybe.

║ Other Labels ║

"The Hot Mess", "The Disaster"

║ Occupation ║

Unemployed.

║ Appearance ║

Standing at exactly 5'0", Temperance is a mousey girl with wavy blonde hair, emerald eyes, and a friendly demeanor. Body-wise, she is a petite woman and physically fit to do rigorous activities, especially running or climbing. She, perhaps fortunately or unfortunately, isn't exactly the most well endowed woman ever, but even she did have such womanly wiles, no one notice any of her features anyway, considering her very conservative style of dress. The only time you'll see Temperance revealing any skin is in gym class, where she actually sheds her long sleeves and draping skirts.

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"And everything today is just as strange as it was yesterday"

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At First Glance

║ Personality ║

The Positive:

• Sugary sweet!
• Adventurous
• Accepting

The Negative:

• Clumsy
• Extremely anxious about everything ever
• Ignorant

What You See:
Temperance is the conservatively dressed, hot mess with a geeky vibe. She seems to be a magnet for unfortunate events, as evidenced by the many objects that fly from her hands or get toppled over. Talking to her is like talking to a squirrel. She rambles, pauses awkwardly, makes inappropriate jokes, even offends a person now and then with her naivety... Yes, unfortunately, her social skills are sorely lacking.

A typical reaction to Temperance is: Holy shit, did she drink that whole pot of coffee?! And the answer is yes. She absolutely did. Temperance seems to be constantly jonesin' for her next fix of caffeine. As one might expect, she constantly has a jittery appearance to her. Particularly, she has a habit of patting her thighs randomly in class, much to the chagrin of her class mates.

For all her peculiarity, she's a sweet heart. Everybody knows her as that girl that is constantly running around, doing something. Not a day goes by where she hasn't helped someone with something, and perhaps for this reason, some might think that she's a teacher's pet. Strangely, for a girl that looks so innocent and pure, Temperance has a keen interest in dark humor that deeply perturbs those that don't quite get her brand of comedy. All in all, this blonde is a wired bundle of weird.

What I Know:
Temperance is the constant companion of severe anxiety. In fact, if it weren't for her steady regimen of pills, she'd probably break down into panic attacks every hour. Most of the time, she simply has no idea what she's doing. She gets so caught up in her own world, that she's missed the memo! This leads to her nervously rushing around to keep pace, then disasters happen and doom, doom, doom! Someone's pressed the panic button! Every decision she makes feels like she's swimming in a sea of overwhelming options; thus why she comes off as an incoherent oaf or a clumsy fool. In order to try and fight the demons in her head that aim to cripple her, Temperance fights back by doing everything and anything.

When she does offend or disturb people, and she often does, Temperance doesn't mean to. She simply doesn't understand that not everybody thinks quite like her or has the exact same interests as her. Her mouth just puts stuff out there, for better or worse! Regardless of what happens, she keeps going and tries not to let anything get her down.

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"Divide each difficulty into as many parts as is feasible and necessary to resolve it." - Renee Descartes

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Off the Record

║ My Dreams ║

To be an accountant! Or just anything that deals with Math because Math is F U N.

║ Fears ║

• Conflict
• The real world
• The impending nuclear holocaust that will drop the world into chaos and doom mankind

║ Likes ║

• Dark humor
• Math
• Folk and electro-swing music
• C O F F E E
• Dogs
• Sleeping
• Tabletop RPGs (like DnD)

║ Dislikes ║

• Invasion of her privacy
• Loud noises
• Being relied on
• Spicy food
• Wearing glasses
• Snails
• Doing dishes

║ Brief History ║

Like most every one else in Westworth, Temperance comes from a small, tightly knit family. Her mother, Tempest Venable, is the school nurse, while her father was once a worker for the local saw mill. However, sometime after her birth, her father had a mental breakdown and is now in the care of the state. Since then, it has been her mother and herself, combating the ales of the world together. Well, at least until her mother met Ray Delaney...

It's strange how life works sometimes, honestly. Temperance had always had a great amount of compassion for Remy Delaney, maybe even a crush on him at one point in all the years they'd known each other. While she had never known him extraordinarily well before their parents got together, his optimism and shining smile helped ease her worries, all from afar. Remy seemed to have it easy, regarding social life anyway, something she always idolized.

In her early years of school, Temperance had the exact opposite of an easy time. Her anxiety had been so bad back then, to the point the other kids had branded her weirdo and an outcast. Young Temperance's escape came at home in the form of solo Dungeons & Dragons campaigns that her mom crafted just for her as a sort of therapy to help her deal with her issues. Tempest's unorthodox treatment did, in fact, help her daughter cope. An unprecedented result of this was a deep interest in mathematics, as Temperance sought the best ways to optimize her chances of success in her mother's dungeons.

The years have seen Temperance blossom from a reclusive exile to someone who jumps straight into the thicket of blades that await her, frequently with reckless abandon! High school has involved her in numerous events she never dreamed she'd be doing, like cheer leading, and she's shown she is willing to try anything once. Unfortunately, her general awkwardness has hindered her in making any extraordinarily close friends, but that hasn't disheartened her quite yet, especially since she's about to have a full house with her new step-father and step-siblings. There is a genuine hope that Remy and herself will become that pair of siblings that are BFFs!

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Academics

║ Extra Curricular Activities & Sports ║

Cheerleader, outdoors enthusiast, Treasurer of the Class Council, and one of the school's very few mathletes!

║ Reputation ║

The catastrophe waiting to happen. Watch out, she might ruin your art project!

║ Best subjects, Worst subjects ║

Her best subjects are Math and P.E., while her worst are well... everything else.

║ Extra information ║

Despite her caffeine addiction, Temperance suddenly develops "narcolepsy" when she's not entertained and promptly falls asleep. Ironically, her caffeine habit was formed in an attempt to prevent this from happening at school.

Interestingly, she's near sighted and supposed to wear glasses, but she absolutely refuses.

In her spare time, on or off campus, she likes to read erotic novels. Hopefully no one knows this dirty detail of hers. That would just be embarrassing!

Closed. Free Pass has been rebooted.

_{@lovely complex@Universorum@Silent Observer}
Done. I was going to make the CS more trashy but then I got lazy... >.>

Temperance Venable

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"I don't know what I'm doing..."

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For the Record

║ Name ║

Temperance Charlotte Venable

║ Birthday & Age ║

04/23, 16

║ Gender & Sexual Orientation ║

Female. Straight. Probably. Maybe.

║ Other Labels ║

"The Hot Mess", "The Disaster"

║ Occupation ║

Unemployed.

║ Appearance ║

Standing at exactly 5'0", Temperance is a mousey girl with wavy blonde hair, emerald eyes, and a friendly demeanor. Body-wise, she is a petite woman and physically fit to do rigorous activities, especially running or climbing. She, perhaps fortunately or unfortunately, isn't exactly the most well endowed woman ever, but even she did have such womanly wiles, no one notice any of her features anyway, considering her very conservative style of dress. The only time you'll see Temperance revealing any skin is in gym class, where she actually sheds her long sleeves and draping skirts.

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"And everything today is just as strange as it was yesterday"

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At First Glance

║ Personality ║

The Positive:

• Sugary sweet!
• Adventurous
• Accepting

The Negative:

• Clumsy
• Extremely anxious about everything ever
• Ignorant

What You See:
Temperance is the conservatively dressed, hot mess with a geeky vibe. She seems to be a magnet for unfortunate events, as evidenced by the many objects that fly from her hands or get toppled over. Talking to her is like talking to a squirrel. She rambles, pauses awkwardly, makes inappropriate jokes, even offends a person now and then with her naivety... Yes, unfortunately, her social skills are sorely lacking.

A typical reaction to Temperance is: Holy shit, did she drink that whole pot of coffee?! And the answer is yes. She absolutely did. Temperance seems to be constantly jonesin' for her next fix of caffeine. As one might expect, she constantly has a jittery appearance to her. Particularly, she has a habit of patting her thighs randomly in class, much to the chagrin of her class mates.

For all her peculiarity, she's a sweet heart. Everybody knows her as that girl that is constantly running around, doing something. Not a day goes by where she hasn't helped someone with something, and perhaps for this reason, some might think that she's a teacher's pet. Strangely, for a girl that looks so innocent and pure, Temperance has a keen interest in dark humor that deeply perturbs those that don't quite get her brand of comedy. All in all, this blonde is a wired bundle of weird.

What I Know:
Temperance is the constant companion of severe anxiety. In fact, if it weren't for her steady regimen of pills, she'd probably break down into panic attacks every hour. Most of the time, she simply has no idea what she's doing. She gets so caught up in her own world, that she's missed the memo! This leads to her nervously rushing around to keep pace, then disasters happen and doom, doom, doom! Someone's pressed the panic button! Every decision she makes feels like she's swimming in a sea of overwhelming options; thus why she comes off as an incoherent oaf or a clumsy fool. In order to try and fight the demons in her head that aim to cripple her, Temperance fights back by doing everything and anything.

When she does offend or disturb people, and she often does, Temperance doesn't mean to. She simply doesn't understand that not everybody thinks quite like her or has the exact same interests as her. Her mouth just puts stuff out there, for better or worse! Regardless of what happens, she keeps going and tries not to let anything get her down.

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"Divide each difficulty into as many parts as is feasible and necessary to resolve it." - Renee Descartes

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Off the Record

║ My Dreams ║

To be an accountant! Or just anything that deals with Math because Math is F U N.

║ Fears ║

• Conflict
• The real world
• The impending nuclear holocaust that will drop the world into chaos and doom mankind

║ Likes ║

• Dark humor
• Math
• Folk and electro-swing music
• C O F F E E
• Dogs
• Sleeping
• Tabletop RPGs (like DnD)

║ Dislikes ║

• Invasion of her privacy
• Loud noises
• Being relied on
• Spicy food
• Wearing glasses
• Snails
• Doing dishes

║ Brief History ║

Like most every one else in Westworth, Temperance comes from a small, tightly knit family. Her mother, Tempest Venable, is the school nurse, while her father was once a worker for the local saw mill. However, sometime after her birth, her father had a mental breakdown and is now in the care of the state. Since then, it has been her mother and herself, combating the ales of the world together. Well, at least until her mother met Ray Delaney...

It's strange how life works sometimes, honestly. Temperance had always had a great amount of compassion for Remy Delaney, maybe even a crush on him at one point in all the years they'd known each other. While she had never known him extraordinarily well before their parents got together, his optimism and shining smile helped ease her worries, all from afar. Remy seemed to have it easy, regarding social life anyway, something she always idolized.

In her early years of school, Temperance had the exact opposite of an easy time. Her anxiety had been so bad back then, to the point the other kids had branded her weirdo and an outcast. Young Temperance's escape came at home in the form of solo Dungeons & Dragons campaigns that her mom crafted just for her as a sort of therapy to help her deal with her issues. Tempest's unorthodox treatment did, in fact, help her daughter cope. An unprecedented result of this was a deep interest in mathematics, as Temperance sought the best ways to optimize her chances of success in her mother's dungeons.

The years have seen Temperance blossom from a reclusive exile to someone who jumps straight into the thicket of blades that await her, frequently with reckless abandon! High school has involved her in numerous events she never dreamed she'd be doing, like cheer leading, and she's shown she is willing to try anything once. Unfortunately, her general awkwardness has hindered her in making any extraordinarily close friends, but that hasn't disheartened her quite yet, especially since she's about to have a full house with her new step-father and step-siblings. There is a genuine hope that Remy and herself will become that pair of siblings that are BFFs!

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Academics

║ Extra Curricular Activities & Sports ║

Cheerleader, outdoors enthusiast, Treasurer of the Class Council, and one of the school's very few mathletes!

║ Reputation ║

The catastrophe waiting to happen. Watch out, she might ruin your art project!

║ Best subjects, Worst subjects ║

Her best subjects are Math and P.E., while her worst are well... everything else.

║ Extra information ║

Despite her caffeine addiction, Temperance suddenly develops "narcolepsy" when she's not entertained and promptly falls asleep. Ironically, her caffeine habit was formed in an attempt to prevent this from happening at school.

Interestingly, she's near sighted and supposed to wear glasses, but she absolutely refuses.

In her spare time, on or off campus, she likes to read erotic novels. Hopefully no one knows this dirty detail of hers. That would just be embarrassing!

Closed. Free Pass has been rebooted.

Should have Ms. Temperance Venable's sheet up tonight!

Divided We Stand

Bianca and Sylvia's morning after post is done, as well as Eliana, Jenna, and Sabrina's!

Divided We Stand

I do believe Sabrina will be elevated from NPC status to PC >.>

Divided We Stand

THE NEXT MORNING

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Location; Sylvia wakes up at the Hart's Estate, where there is Bianca, Greg, and Virgil;
Sabrina wakes up Eliana and Jenna from their slumber in their dorm room, and soon enters Auntie Maybelle.
Interacting With; Each other _{(@lovely complex@Viciousmarrow)}

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Sylvia Vargas awoke to the feeling of fingers softly dragging themselves through her red locks, like a master petting its dog. Her eyelids opened to the sight of a dimly lit room thoroughly decorated with macabre and creepy artwork, reminiscent of something a goth girl might do. As her chocolate eyes meandered upward, the attractive woman she beheld was indeed someone one might describe as a goth. She didn’t know who this person was though, nor did she recall much of the night before. Perhaps the only thing Sylvia did remember was her fallout with Jenna, but much of before and after were dark splotches in her memory. However, she explained this lack of recollection to herself by assuming she had way too many drinks last night. “Um… Hi.” The sleepy redhead mumbled out her greeting to her caretaker before pulling herself up and facing this mysterious girl. A quick glance down at the silken garments adorned on herself revealed a white, princess-style lolita dress, perhaps a bit too ornate for her own liking.

As Sylvia glared at her… acquaintance, she couldn’t help but wonder if they had gotten too each other intimately. That would definitely clarify why she was in this outfit and in this woman’s room. “Did we… um… you know…?” the Princess of Mayweather questioned, a slight crimson hue coming to her cheeks. Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise her if she had dared a rendezvous after breaking her chains with Jenna. Free birds tend to do stupid things.

Bianca Hart’s lips started to pull up in her signature, impish smirk. Tilting her head at the fair redhead, whose locks made her pale skin absolutely striking, the dark haired Raven-like woman innocently blinked at her new companion, “What do I know?” She was disappointed that the angelic creature had awoken from her slumber and pulled away from her, but at last, these things do not last forever.

Sylvia hesitated at this girl’s apparent lack of understanding, her lips parting ever so slightly. Her eyes darted back and forth as if suspicious of something. “You know… Did we have sex or something? I mean… I feel like I’m in fetish wear.” She put her insinuation into much simpler terms for the raven haired woman.

“Is that what you want?” Intrigue lit up in the Hart’s brown orbs, as her right brow perked at the angel’s inability to recall the events of the night prior. “Fetish wear, you say? Do you not like your gift?” Bianca let her question linger with a subtle hiss, making sure her words were enunciated.

Oooookay. Things were just getting weird now. First of all, how the hell was this dress a gift?! Secondly, why was she in this dress if they apparently hadn’t had any intimate interaction? Well, Sylvia certainly didn’t expect to get any answers from this woman, whoever she was. This roundabout thing they were doing right now seemed to be some sort of game to her. “Nevermind then, I guess. Um… I’m just going to leave now, okay?” With that, the redhead quickly got off the bed and began marching towards the door. Hopefully this didn’t get any weirder…

Unfortunately for Sylvia, when she opened the door, a scrawny man with a black hat on, black shades, worn out denim jeans, and a leather jacket on, had his back facing her, his arms crossed, as he waited for orders. It was like he had been guarding the door the entire night. Turning his head slightly to show his five o’clock shadow and the shade his hat made causing his eyes to not be that noticeable (but from where Sylvia stood, she could see his left eye having an eye patch on), Gregario did not move out an inch. A blockade. He kept silent and turned his head forward once more until Bianca told him otherwise.

Standing up from her bed, her steps hardly audible, Bianca sighed, disappointed even further, “Are you leaving me?”

Okay, so the situation did get stranger. Of course it would. There was no obvious way around this man nor did it seem like he was going to be budging anytime soon. What kind of fucked up shit had she been roped into this time? Like a princess trapped in her castle, Sylvia turned to face her supposed captor. “Well, I guess I’m not with him in the way. I’d really like to go home though, so if you could just tell me why I’m here, then the sooner we could conclude our business. You know, that would be absolutely fantastic.” she blurted out in her typical bitchy tone, her arms crossing like some kind of matriarch as she did so. For all her false bravado, there was a sliver of fear in her eyes. Sylvia did not want to die, if that’s what they intended, especially not in this dress.

“Is that how you treat the person who so kindly took care of you after you fell from the sky onto my now very dented car?” A heavy sigh escaped Bianca’s lips. Ungrateful, like the rest of them. Perhaps she should add her to her collection sooner rather than later. Leaning on her bedpost, she ran her hand through her dark curls, “Of course you would want to leave. They always leave.”

A crimson hue crossed Sylvia’s cheeks, realizing this might not be the perilous encounter she thought it was. “Wait, I fell? And… you took care of me?” Her hands coalesced around her face, mortified she had assumed the worst of the situation. Piecing the scenario together, she figured the fall had probably tarnished her other clothes; thus why she was wearing this strange dress. The guy guarding the door was presumably there in case she freaked out when she woke up. And the brunette had been making sure she was alright. That was… surprisingly sweet. “Oh god, I am so sorry. I thought this was about to be one of those horror movie moments… But you were just being nice to me.”

The redhead waltzed over to her “savior” and wrapped her arms around her apologetically. “I don’t remember anything last night… And I don’t know how bad the fall was. Just… Thank you. I’m Sylvia, by the way.” she explained to the mysterious goth girl. Maybe this would help erase the insult she had thrown at her, and maybe she could get to know her better… It wouldn’t hurt to try and make a new friend, right?

This was better. Exactly what the Hart wanted. “Sylvia. Fortunate name, for a fortunate girl.” The redhead’s actions had saved her from today being her last day. Taking in the warm embrace, the necromancer gently took in the girl’s scent, “You can call me Bianca and this is my man servant, Gregario. He carried you and my ma cleared your head wounds.”

“Mistress, you missed your mother’s call for breakfast.” The tall male yawned in his monotone voice.

“Are you hungry? Mommy cooks splendidly!” Bianca childishly grinned at her toy.

Bianca. That name rang an ominous bell somewhere. She wasn’t exactly sure where she’d heard it before though. Maybe her father had warned her about a girl named Bianca once, but that probably wasn’t the same girl as the one in front of her. She seemed to be much too adorable to be a threat. A smile curled onto Sylvia’s face at the mention of breakfast. “Of course. I’d love to meet your family.” she replied.

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A loud, obnoxious ripping noise could be heard from the floor of Eliana’s dorm room, where the curious form of Sabrina Danford haunched over a wedding dress, kneading her claws into the fabric with intense pleasure. Eliana’s new roommate had moved in earlier in the morning, and while she had been moving her tornado of clothes into the other side of the room, she had found this elegant dress in their shared closet. It was so soft and alluring… Entranced by the dress, she forgot about moving and proceeded to use the dress as a scratching post to fulfill her innermost feline desire.

“What the hell is all that noise? Someone shoot the thing.” Jenna grumbled, as she turned her body on her sister’s bed facing the wall. Eyes still closed and covered by her sister’s eye mask. Meanwhile, Eliana, who more often than not, didn’t sleep well, groggily opened her eyes to stare at Mitch’s cousin and… the dress?!

Shooting up, causing Jenna to have an internal freak out, Eliana glanced down at the cat girl who seemed to be quite distracted by the task at hand. With loud annoyance, Jenna sat up, her hair going every which way, and pulled the mask over her head, “What happened? What’s going on? Did you forget to lock the door? Oh! That’s a pretty dress.”

Sabrina jumped up, startled by the sudden awakening of Eliana and… her girlfriend? Best friend? She wasn’t sure who the other girl was. Realizing she had ruined one of Eliana’s dresses impulsively, a crimson flush flourished upon her cheeks. “I-I’m sorry! It was just so… soft… and scratchable!” the catgirl exclaimed. Even while she apologized, her hands were still furiously clawing at the dress, apparently unable to help herself.

Taking it upon herself, Jenna slid off the bed and examined the dress. With widened eyes, she brought her attention back to her older sister, “Eliana… why do you have… a dress that costs nearly 400,000 dollar... in your closet…? I saw this in a V.B. Rose catalogue, but it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know this IS expensive.”

“What? That isn’t mine! That’s my old roommate’s!” Eliana laughed nervously. Finally rising from her bed, she went to retrieve the dress from Sabrina, “I’ll just take this from you…”

$400,000?!?! Sabrina’s eyes widened as she realized the amount of money she had thrown in the trash for someone else. “Do I have to pay for that?” she pondered as the dress was ripped for her claws. No sooner had she spoke, a brilliantly dressed, middle aged brunette whisked into the room, paying no mind to knocking. “Darlings! Auntie Maybelle has arrived. I have no doubt you received my phone call this morning?” However, her focus went from the phone call to the dress in Eliana’s hand. Covering her mouth in disbelief, the older woman sincerely looked like she was about to cry. ”Eliana! Why didn’t you tell me you were getting married?!”

The foppish Maybelle strode over to her niece and hovered over the girl, disgust welling in her visage as she gazed upon the dress. “No, no, no. My niece will not be wearing a thrift shop dress like this. You’re a million dollar woman, Eliana. I will take you dress shopping today, and we will forward the bill to your soon to be husband.” Roughly, she seized the trashed wedding garment and tossed it with disregard onto the catgirl at her niece’s feet.

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Goddammit. He missed Auntie Bellissa’s morning call for breakfast! What the hell was he doing? Virgil grumbled in frustration as he looked at all the empty serving plates. His family waited for NO ONE. Oh yeah, he was watching What We Do in the Shadows vampire mockumentary because he got up too early and was too lazy to get out of bed. Yepp, that was his morning. Watching a horror comedy and doing homework for the next month because he was wicked smaht. He had connections which meant he could easily get his syllabuses for each class and start his homework near immediately, even before he attended the class! Today was his first day…

Ain’t nobody got time to do homework when there was filming to do! In a classy suit, as always, because a Hart had to look respectable and presentable at all times, Virgil made himself a bowl of Lucky Charms and sat down at the long dining table while the maids cleared the dirty dishes off. Picking up his Uncle Leo’s newspaper, he grabbed a spoonful, avoiding the marshmallows, saving them for last, and read an article about a Stolen Vehicle in a High-Speed Car Chase Causing Massive Pile Up. Just looking at the pictures he already knew his cousin was involved. Pillars from the ground? A massive gang of bikers that crumbled to ashes once they were no longer of use? An angel in the sky? That spelt Bianca Hart all the way.

“Is this your little brother?” Sylvia voiced to Bianca as they strode into the elaborate dining room. The kid looked familiar, but she could for the life of her remember who he was. She was probably just imagining things though. “He’s a cute kid. Middle school?” She wagered a guess at his age and education level.

Ignoring the girl who had an emotional break up the previous day with her best friend, Virgil directed his spoon at his cousin, “Bianca! What the hell is this?” He slapped the newspaper on the table and pointed at the headliner article, “If Uncle Leo wasn’t good at cleaning up your damned messes, you’d be dead!”

“I was having fun.” Bianca directed her doll to sit down at the table before serenely asking, “Are you hungry? Would you like tea and pastries?”

Family drama was already flaring up, huh? Sylvia made a note not to get involved with that. Gratefully, she nodded to her hostess’ question, though tea and pastries were a bit specific for breakfast. Probably just a cultural difference. With that, Bianca snapped her fingers and her manservant silently rushed off to collect her food. “So. What’s your name, squirt? Ready for an exciting day in middle school?”

Was she being serious? Did she not remember him from YESTERDAY? After putting another spoonful of cereal in his mouth, he started waving the silver around while he talked, “I’m ready for an okay day in college, on your campus. Do you really not recognize me? If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have gotten VIP passes yesterday…. Y’know, after your break up.”

“That was a remarkable scene. How are you and the blonde, anyways? Will you be running back to her?”

Sylvia tilted her head in confusion, a crooked smile plastered across her face. He couldn’t be serious. This kid looked like he was 12 or something, definitely not a college kid. “I have no idea who you are. Everything is just kinda… black from last night.” Turning to Bianca, she somewhat recalled the fact that she and Jenna were no longer friends. The exact reason escaped her, but it could assumed the blonde Lovelace did something stupid. “Uh… I mean, as far as I’m concerned, Jenna can go fuck herself. I don’t expect I’ll be talking to her anytime soon.”

“Good.” Bianca muttered. Her dark gaze never leaving Sylvia’s fair face.

Virgil’s brown orbs went from his cousin, to Sylvia, then back to his cousin, “Makes sense.”

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Back in the dorm, the three Lovelaces were dealing with something of a situation. Sabrina was a sobbing mess, using the torn bridal garment as a handkerchief for her tears. Only moments ago, she had received a call from her waitressing job that informed her that she was fired. She had been late too many days, and they weren’t going to deal with her any longer. Add on to the fact that she had received a rather passive-aggressive text from Lou Dewey, exclaiming his own and his brother’s withdrawal from the Wardens due to her unwarranted actions last night. To say she felt like shit was an understatement. “Nobody likes me, and I don’t have a job anymoreee.” she whined, unsure of how she was going to be able to afford basic necessities now. Though Sabrina was from a wealthy family, her parents had disowned her a few years ago due to the bad reputation that followed her. Her own livelihood was dependent on how well she could do for herself now.

Bringing her finger to Sabrina’s chin and lifting her face up to look into her eyes, Eliana comforted the emotional wreck, “Hey, it’s going to be okay. I’ll help you back on your feet.” Eliana was brought into the loop of Sabrina’s personal affairs due to her gossiping parents and the lack of respect they had for their daughter because of the cat’s promiscuous ways. Ever since Eliana was introduced to the naive girl many years ago when she befriended Mitch, she knew that Sabrina didn’t know better nor had parents willing to teach her right from wrong. It didn’t help that they probably didn’t expect to have a literal cat for a daughter…. So they most definitely did not know how to work around raising a human that acts on instincts and not thoughts. “Maybe Auntie May can help you find a job?” Turning her head to meet her aunt’s gaze, with request in her stare, Ellie waited in silence.

The silence was broken with her sister’s high pitched voice. “And then we can all go shopping! Because shopping always makes me feel better!” Jenna too needed a pick me up, so perhaps her and this sad girl could bond at the mall about the terrible things that have happened to them recently?

Maybelle wasn’t sure about this Danford girl. There didn’t seem to be too many things she was good at. However, from what she had heard, Sabrina could turn into a cat… That could certainly be useful in her profession. A lightbulb went off in her head, scheming of a grand way to make even more money off this catgirl! “Oh yes. I think with your particular… skill set, I might be able to make you my personal apprentice.” Sabrina suddenly perked up, a curious grin perking up. “R-really?” Flashing her eyes up at the younger Lovelaces, she could absolutely feel their genuineness. “I think we will be the best of friends! Like, the super best!” Changing moods on a dime, Sabrina coalesced both Eliana and Jenna into a group hug, rubbing her face against their own affectionately while loving purrs rumbled outward.

This caused Eliana to tense in the other girl’s hold, but Jenna accepted the love wholeheartedly! Cats were the best!