Interesting First Meeting (Vira and Sam)

[Lexi Scáthe]

Lexi was pissed off as all hell. Why you may ask? Well mostly because she was sober. But there was another reason of course. There was always another reason, even if she wasn’t the sanest person out there, there was always another reason. She wasn’t entirely insane…not yet. She just had issues. One of which was the fact that she was entirely dependent on her drugs. And she was sober. This was a problem. A big problem. One she would like to rectify, but found that she couldn’t. She wished she could, oh did she ever wish that she could…it was just impossible right this moment.

Because her drugs were missing.

”Feckin’ Hell!” the little Irish girl swore….loudly. And she kicked her dresser again. The very same dresser where she usually hid her stash. Her missing stash. It was always in the top draw, neatly swaddled among her more delicate items so that way people were less likely to go digging around to get it. Well, unless they were pervs. Which was entirely possible in this damn place, she could assure you that. When Lex hadn’t been able to find said drugs in that drawer…well she’d gone a tad bit crazy. She had emptied out the entire contents of her top drawer on the floor.

Followed by the drawer when she had lost her temper.

It wasn’t hard to piss Lex off really. Just do…exactly what whoever it was had done. Take her stash. She needed her stash, she needed to be high. Because she could forget when she was high. She could move on without having to worry. She could simply….float about. Not having to remember that she was a murderer. Lex liked that a hell of a lot. Which was why, the rest of the contents of her dresser soon followed her drawer to the floor. And the contents of her closet. And everything else she could get her hands on.

Frustrated, Lex pushed her electric blue hair out of her electric green eyes that were clear and shining for once. Lex was actually attractive when she was sober and her eyes weren’t clouded over with whatever high she was riding at the time. Well, relatively attractive really. It was hard to be too attractive with all the scars that Lex had acquired over the years. There were burns and scars from her own father beating her until she was 12 or so, those would fade with time…Lex hoped they would at least. But there were newer ones of course. Lexi was a masochist, there would always be newer scars. She had bite marks along her neck, littering the expanse of skin like leaves in fall, and a few more adorned her skin here or there. Cuts and burns and bruises were just as common on her arms and legs…and stomach. Lex took a second to glare at the new burn, no the new brand that adorned her hip. Fucker. She’d find out who did that one.

She hated waking up from a high some days. It meant she had to look at what she did to herself when she was high.

And currently, everything Lex had ever done to herself was on display. She was in a small tank top that showed off her chest, as well as how thin she had become lately. She couldn’t help it that her metabolism was too damn fast. And she did eat, thank you very much. It just didn’t show much. Her jeans were held up by a bright checkered blue and black belt, otherwise they’d slide right off. Usually Lex had a sweatshirt on to hide the damage to her body so that way no one would ask her questions. But in the safety of her own room, she never bothered to hide anything. She had to face it sometime.

”Shite!” she cursed again, kicking something else and then swearing once more when the pain raced through her foot. Masochist she may be, but not when she didn’t have anything to numb the pain…like her drugs.

”Feck, feck, feck, feck, feck” she swore as she dug into her sweatshirt pocket for her cigs, tapping one out and placing it in her mouth…before realizing she had no idea where the hell her lighter was. ”Ahhh com’on” she groaned, plucking the cig from her mouth to tuck it instead behind her ear for later. Today was just not her day.

And if she had been sober when she had been told that her roommate was coming today, she would have been wearing a sweatshirt…and she wouldn’t have torn apart the entire room. Because her entire room was no covered in her stuff…which the angry ball of fire was now kicking. Someone had it out for her today, that’s what it was. It had to be. That or the damn staff found her damn stash again. It had happened before. And she hated it. Because…right now she didn’t have the money, or the blood capacity, to pay for more. She had been having dizzy spells so she knew she had to lay off the biting. She was a blood whore…but she was a smart one. She couldn’t lay off it for more than two days before she got shaky anyway.

She should have remembered. But she didn’t. So the knock at the door caught her by surprise. ”Trust me, ye dun want ta come in” she answered, just loud enough to be heard as she glared down at the pile of clothes. Or at least, she thought it was just clothes, if she knew otherwise she wouldn’t have kicked it. ”Feckin’ ‘ell!” she swore again when her foot came in to contact with something hard and pointy.

And now she was bouncing around in her stocking feet, holding her starting to bleed foot. And she didn’t notice that the door had started to open. She hadn’t taken into account that the other person, or people, would have a key.

Words: 1053
Comments: I love when Lex is sober, it's beyond entertaining
Muse: Epic

[Vira]

Vira happened to love her Sammy's room. Why? Because he let her do what ever the fuck she wanted to do in it. There he was lounging about on his bed reading something or other and she was happily bouncing about around him and he just ignored her. She didn't mind though. She figured he had learned to do that over the years.

She giggled and shrugged and spinned away from him towards the mirror catching her reflection. Her purple eyes were light with amusement and her purple hair looked exactly the same. It amused her, it amused her so much that she bounced up and down and started clapping.

"Sammy!! Look!! I'm so purple it's scary!!!"she laughed and all he did was shake his head and keep reading. She didn't care though. She clapped her hands and spinned some more so that she was facing the mirror again she fiddled with the top she was wearing. It was a big purple jacket with silver buttons on top of a purple tee shirt. She grinned as she smoothed her fingers now her purple Tripp pants with silver chains, then she stared down at her feet disapprovingly. The shoes were the problem.

They were boring and gray. But it was all she had, it didn't match and Vira didn't like that...Vira loved when everything on her body was purple. Everything needed to be purple and if it wasn't purple then it was a problem.

Vira stomped and turned over to Sammy ready to go and yell at him to go and get her some new shoes because Sammy would. He always did. He always got Vira whatever she needed. She stopped though instead and her eyes widened.

She had forgotten, she had forgotten something so important. The whole reason she had even come to Sammy's room right this minute. Well, there was of course the fact that she loved her Sammy so much he was like her big brother. but but but The thing was, she had showed up today, because She wanted to introduce him to her room mate. Vira herself barely knew the girl...but...She had already decided that she liked her.

Which was Rare for Vira, because Vira barely liked anyone because all she ever had was her Sammy and Sammy was most of the time very picky about who he let Vira play with. It was only because she loved her. Still! She needed to yell at him to come with her before she forgot again.

"Sammy!!! We Are going to meet my room mate so get your big butt up!! Moveee ittt"she yelled grinning as she ran over to him, she went and took the book he was reading and threw it on the floor and pulled him up planting a little kiss on his cheek and then giggling and promptly running out of the room.

She front flipped down the hallway and giggled as she did. She loved flipping! It was almost as fun as hanging in a tree and being a monkey...She loved monkeys..."Monkeys!!!"she giggled as she rolled out of the front doors to the boys dorm.

She could hear Sam yelling at her to calm down as she rolled away and she just giggled. Why should she calm down? Life was so fun!! She started skipping towards the girls dorms and the silver winged chain around her neck bounced a bit and it made her happy. It had been a gift from Sammy and she had worn it every day since she had gotten it why shouldn't she?

It was cold out but Vira barely felt it at all. Her purple hair was blowing in the wind she could see her breath in front of her. She giggled, and more smoke seemed to come out of her. She was smoking. She giggled even more at that. She had funny breath! Breath that smoked!

She spun around and saw that Sammy was walking dressed in his coat and smoke was coming out of his mouth too and she frowned. Maybe it wasn't cus she was special, just because she was cold. Oh well.

At the front door of the girls Dorm she waited for Sammy and he walked in with her. She grinned at him. She was so excited for him to meet her room mate. He hadn't been too thrilled when she had mentioned it days before and then forgot. He didn't like the though of her living with anyone else. He thought she needed her own room. He was probably right but Vira was so sick of being alone. She liked this girl and she was so hoping that Sammy liked her too.

Odd thing was when she got one their floor because she was pretty sure this was in fact their floor. She could hear screaming and things being thrown...She thought it sounded some what familiar...That was because it was her. Vira giggled and clapped tugging on Sammy's coat sleeve.

"That's Her Sammy! That's her!"she smiled and ran down the hallway, Sammy close at her heels and she grinned as she walked over to the door knocking before thinking better of it and just opening it to see her Room mate tearing things apart and She grinned and clapped.

"Can I help??"she grinned and came in forgetting about the fact that she was supposed to be introducing her to Sammy. She was just focused on the fact that she got to destroy things. She went over to her side of the room and started tearing apart all of the things on her bed. Ripping the sheets off and stomping out the pillows on the floor, then she swiped everything off her dresser and she grinned at Lexi, remembering the girls name finally.

"Did that Help?"she grinned as she looked at her, Sammy leaning in the door way shaking his head. She gave him a what look with a grin on her face. That was fun.

Words: 1037
Muse: gooood
Notes: She ish a psycho...and I love her.

[Sam]

Sam had taken care of Vira for as long as he remembered. He smiled as he thought about it, looking at her bouncing about in his room over the book he was reading. Vira needed him and it was simple as that. She was insane from so many things done to her by her bastard of a father and Sam did his best to make sure she never had to think about that again.

She was so bouncy though. Sam rolled his eyes as she made her way over the mirror he had hanging on the closet door of his dorm room. She was a thing in purple. Completely purple. Sam had never seen anyone who wore as much purple as she did. He wasn't surprised though. When Vira did something she did it all the way.

Which was why she brought it up saying that she was so purple she was scary, Sam shook his head and just kept pretending to read the book that he had. He didn't even know what it was, he had just picked it up off the dresser once Vira had come in. She hadn't seemed to want to have much of a conversation when she showed up here at his room and had wanted to hang out. So he pretended to read so he could see what she was doing without her really realizing it.

She was still studying herself, She did that a lot and he noticed her frown when she looked at her feet and he extended his neck a little bit to see what was bothering her so much and he saw. Her sneakers. She needed new ones. One's that were purple. He would get those before the week was out.

That was when she shocked him out of his thoughts, saying that they were going to meet her room mate. Sam frowned. Room mate? A Room mate was the last thing that Vira needed. She already ran out of the room before he could even ask about it though. He shook his head and stood, grabbing his black trench coat from the hook on the door to cover the gray button down shirt and the blue jeans he was wearing. He could hear her flipping down the hall and he just laughed as he walked out trailing behind her ignoring all of his floor mates glances.

He was so used to people glancing at him when he was around Vira which was all the time. He got used to them and he really did not care about what anyone thought about Vira. They didn't know her and Let's face it most of them wouldn't want to know her. It takes a lot of patience to deal with someone quite that insane. He smiled about it though. He always smiled.

Vira was already skipping ahead of him laughing about whatever insane thought that was going through her head. Sam on the other hand was worried. Room mate and Vira did not mix. Most people would not understand that Vira destroyed their sheets because she wanted to pretend that she had a toga. They wouldn't understand when she through the T. V. out of the window because what ever happened to be on it scared the crap out of her. He shook his head, perhaps he could have a talk with the girl. If she knew about Vira than maybe she would be less likely to get mad at her.

Vira had little control when she was mad and they did not need her throwing her Room mate out the window with the T.V. with just a little bit of storm. He shook his head but smiled as she turned around looking back at him and just kept walking towards the girls dorm. It was freezing out, That didn't stop Vira from not wearing a jacket though...Maybe he should just buy her a purple one of those too...He smirked at that following her in to the girls dorm.

They walked up to the floor and It was the strangest thing, Sam could hear the distant sound of things being thrown and someone yelling. Next thing he knew Vira was tugging on his coat yelling at him about how that was her and Sam rolled his eyes as Vira ran off.

"Vira! Are you sure? Anyone could be screaming!"he said as he ran after her. When he got to the room he pushed his long brown curly hair behind his ears and looked at the room mate in question. She was..interesting looking. He smiled a little at her but then turned to Vira to see her helping in the destruction of the room. He sighed as she asked if what she did helped.

"In making everything a giant mess...Yup. Nice Job Vir."Sam said rocking back on forth on his heels a bit before leaning on the door way. He didn't know what to say to this Room mate or what ever but he knew one thing for sure. This was going to be very interesting.

Words: 867
Muse: good
Notes: My australian boy

[Lexi Scáthe]

Lexi had been fucking tearing apart her room. It deserved to be torn apart. Fucking piece of shite had eaten her drugs, it deserved worse than being torn apart. She couldn’t believe that it had eaten her drugs, what the heck? What did that? She didn’t need to lose her drugs, she needed them. They kept her happy and high and far away from the fecking memories that tore her apart. Like the sight of her father’s blood, all red and thick and covering her hands…on her favorite lime green shirt that matched her eyes…turning it a mottled brown never to be worn again…The pattern it made was almost pretty but the shirt was too hard now, to covered in what could only be known to be dried blood…so thick…

She pressed her nails into her palms hard enough to break the skin and cause blood to bead up on the surface, the instant pain releaving her of the memories, distracting her from memories of her father’s body and the fact that he had killed her. She needed her drugs. Which brought her back to her destroying her room. Why? Because she needed to. Those drugs helped her stay sane enough not to kill herself.

But that was when someone else came into the room and started to destroy things. Umm? She had no idea who this chick was. Part of her realized she should have started to wonder why there was stuff on the other side of the room, but she had been so focused on her drugs she hadn’t thought about it in the slightest, she had just gone looking. Lexi’s teenage life was full of blackout moments. People she had met that were strangers to her when she was sober, things she had done, scars she had gotten, sex she had had. It was all blanks to her from time to time. It seemed actually meeting her roommate was one of them. Wonderful. How did she explain that…

Well. Her roommate seemed just as nuts as she did when she was high, if her destroying things was any indication of this fact. Maybe she could get away with it somehow. She was slightly dumbfounded and watched with arched brows while the other girl destroyed things. Another boy entered and Lex blinked again, watching them both with bright green eyes. What was going on here? She nodded a bit after the boy spoke, and spoke herself in her thick Irish accent. ”Aye…what ‘e said” she said.

”I was…ah…just lookin’ fer somethin’” she said, figuring she should at least explain herself a little bit. Dimly she wondered if maybe this girl had been the one to run off with her drugs, but she didn’t think it was polite to accuse her roommate when she didn’t even remember the other girl’s name. Which meant she had to keep her accusations to herself and hope maybe she could restore her stash later when her usual dealer made an appearance. Until then she was stuck sober. Yay. This would be wonderful. She was sober, meeting her roommate, or rather who she hoped was her roommate, she didn’t know, and some random dude who had come in with her. This would go over sooooo well wouldn’t it?

She kicked the stupid pile of clothes and mess, frustrated and then yelped when she managed to kick something hard. ”Feckin’ stupid pile’a shite!” Lexi cursed out the pile as she bounced once or twice holding her foot. She didn’t mind being hurt, she was a masochist and she used pain to distract herself a lot of the time, but this was different. That was just insulting. She didn’t approve of that stupid pile of shite making her bruise her foot. How would she be expected to walk around in her amazing platform boots with a bruised foot? She could barely do it as it was when she was high as a kite or drunk as I don’t know what. She didn’t need the extra bit of stupid making it harder to do, thank you very much.

She then realized that she was just in a tank top and sweats, and was showing off her lovely collection of scars that littered her body as well as how pathetically skinny she was. She blamed the drugs for that one, on sheer basis of the fact that most druggies were really skinny, like the drugs ate away at it. Wonderful. She snatched up her sweatshirt from the pile on the floor and tugged it over her head, readjusting her bright blue bangs after managing to get it over her tiny frame. She looked like a doll, that much she knew. Now she at least looked a little less pathetic. Just a little bit at least. Her face was untouched, giving her the illusion of being beautiful in a strange way.

She plopped herself on her bed which was now devoid of everything except for her sheets. She felt a lump in the pocket of her sweatshirt and grinned brilliantly when she realized it was her pack of smokes. Brilliant. She did a mental happy dance and vowed to lite up as soon as she could manage to get away from people. She tried not to actually smoke in her room, most people complained of the smell and then people would raid her room. It was a bother she didn’t want to deal with. She turned her attention to the two people she didn’t know in her room. ”By the by….can I help ye?” she asked, her Irish voice, still untouched by the rasp most smokers would gain eventually, guarded as she asked.

Words: 984
Muse: Epic
Comments: -face palms-

[Vira]

Vira had been so excited to see her roommate. She loved the fact that she actually had a room mate. Sammy would never let her have a room mate before, mostly because no one could handle the fact that Vira was absolutely insane and why shouldn't she be? Being insane was more fun than being sane...Not that Vira remembered what it was like to be sane, she absolutely could not remember what it was like and it didn't matter to her she was absolutely happy being the most insane person she had ever known or anyone she ever met would probably ever know.

So she had happily been in Sammy's room bouncing about and looking in the mirror at how purple she was. Vira was purple all over, she had purple hair and purple eyes. She grinned widely when she thought about it. Being purple was the best thing ever to Vira but that had also been when she remembered what she had come to Sammy's room for in the first place, she had come so that she could introduce him to her room mate. She was so silly some times when she didn't remember things!!

So she had run, run as fast as she could over to the girls dorm laughing loudly about silly things and giggling every time that she didn't laugh because that was just how Vira operated, there was never a time that she said something that she didn't giggle or laugh. It was just the way that she was, she was an entirely giggling laughing type of person and she never saw a thing wrong with that and she never ever would.

When she had reached the floor of the room, which she had been surprised that she remembered at all, She had heard screaming. She knew right away that it was her crazy room mate, she laughed at that thought. Crazy, she had some nerve calling anyone crazy because she was the craziest person ever in existence so when she called someone else crazy it was like the kettle calling the pot blue...or was the pot calling the the kettle yellow...She shrugged it off. It wasn't exactly important anyway and if she really wanted to know she could always ask Sammy later what it was anyway. He always answered her silly questions because that was the way he was.


She had come into the room where for sure there was her room mate and saw her trashing the whole room and she decided that it would be fun for her to help her destroy everything. She loved to help people destroy things! It was so much fun because that meant that everything was big mess and then She would leave and she would come back and The room would be all clean again! For the life of her Vira could not figure out why it was that when ever she made a mess when she came back it was clean but she stopped trying.

She just figured it was one of those things that she would never understand and the more she tried the more she hurt her head.

When she had been done trashing everything, Sammy had said that she had succeeded in destroying everything and the girl who was her room mate had agreed. Vira frowned. Had she done something wrong?

"I was only trying to help though! Honest! You said you were looking for something, I could help you find it! I'll look everywhere!she said in a little bit of a panicky voice. She didn't want the girl to be mad at her or anything. She was her room mate which made he very important to Vira, if she and her room mate didn't get along then she would have to leave and then Sammy would make it so she was back to having a single room and Vira would all alone at night and she hated that. Sammy couldn't sneak into the dorms and be with him in the room every night she would be spending nights alone and When Vira spent nights alone she got sad and she forgot things and blacked out and it made her sad when she did remember things and it was not fun for her, nope not one bit.

Vira looked at her room mate and noted all the scars on her body and it made Vira wanna show her that she had scars too, maybe then she would see that they had something in common and she wouldn't hate her. She couldn't dream of having her hate her. She frowned a little bit.

"I have scars too...Look I can show you!"she frowned when the girl then put on her sweat shirt, that meant that she didn't want to show scars and Vira was in even more trouble.

The girl then asked if she could help her and Vira frowned at Sammy unsure what she meant, this girl was her room mate she was just here to introduce her to her Sammy, maybe she should have called first?

"I am Vira...I am your room mate! Don't you remember me? You don't hate me do you...You didn't hate me before"she said with a sad face. She needed to have this girl as a room mate. She liked her, what would she do now?

Words: 924
Muse: meh
notes: Poor Confused Vira

[Sam]

Sam had thought that this was a bad idea from the beginning. The sad fact of the matter was that Vira did not need to he be having a room mate. A room mate was only going to cause Problems for Vira and the sooner she realized that and took a single room, the sooner she would be happier. Not that Vira wasn't already one of the happiest people he had ever met in his life because she was but that was mostly because of her insanity. Sam had never seen Vira sane, he didn't think he ever would because it never happened.

Sam loved Vira like she was his little sister, She was in many ways his little sister. She was the only person he had ever identified as family. His father he had hated and his two brothers he had hated even more. He sighed a bit as he thought about it.

Vira wanted him to meet her new room mate and he had agreed because of the fact that he wanted to see if this new room mate was going to be accepting of how Vira was. Every time Vira met anyone who was a candidate to be her room mate they always turned her away. Too afraid of her to actually be willing to deal with her and sadly Sam didn't really blame them. He knew first hand that living with her could be a trial and that sometimes he wished that he didn't have to do it. But Vira was a joy and she had innocence about her that most people lost once they hit their teen years and that was what made her a great person. That was what made her Vira and that was what he loved.

When she had rushed out of his room he knew to follow her because that was what she would expect and that was what he always did. She left and he followed so that he could make sure that she didn't kill herself doing something absolutely nuts. Like trying to be a monkey or something crazy like that, Vira was the most fond of Monkeys and she had been for as long as he could remember and when he had asked her why it was always because of the fact that she felt that Monkeys were free. Sam always smiled then because he wished that Vira could be free.

She had run into the girls dorm and once again he had just followed her so that he could make sure that she was okay, she was just running off. For all he knew Vira could not remember what was her room or think someone that looked like her room mate was her room mate and then she would end up embarrassed and humiliated when she was wrong and Sam hated seeing her like that because that meant she was sad and a sad Vira could sadden the world.

She took off running down one hallway, hearing a scream and going after her saying that it was her room mate who made the scream and Sam had taken off after her only to get there to see her helping her room mate take everything apart. He shook his head as he watched saying that she had succeeded in destroying everything he immediately wanted to take back the words though because the girl agreed with him and he knew that Vira felt cornered. He wasn't sure what he could do about it though because even though he was sorry he didn't know how this girl was going to feel about it.

Sure enough Vira started on her appeasement trip because when she thought that she did something wrong and that someone was mad at her she then would start trying to make them like her more.

When she mentioned the girls scars he couldn't help but look at them and he frowned wondering what the scars were from

"Vira...Calm down it's okay"he said trying to calm her down and he went over to her putting his hands on her shoulders trying to make sure that she didn't completely freak out.

"I'm sorry she can be kinda funny sometimes"he said turning to this girl whose name he didn't even know. He just hoped that she didn't freak out like everyone else always did because if she did then it would not bode well for his crazy friend. Poor Vira.

Words: 763
Muse: meh
Notes: I'm nursing a headache so its crappy sorry

[Lexi Scáthe]

The sober Irish psycho completely did not approve of being sober. Not in the slightest. If she had her way she would be high out of her mind…or at least having a smoke. But she didn’t smoke in her room so that was out of the question. Too many nosy busy bodies who would inform someone about the smokey smell coming from her room for her taste. So this was why she was tearing apart the room, however, she wanted to get rid of the damn sober feeling. It was starting to drive her nuts. It meant she could remember.

Remembering was always bad for Lexi. It meant she could remember killing her own father to keep herself and her cousin safe. But it also meant she realized just how many holes in her memory there were and how badly she really was treating her body. Sshe hated to think about that shit. It was better to be high and forget all about it in her expert opinion. So back to tearing the whole room apart. Until some random chick all done up in purple had come into the room and started tearing shit apart too. She had arched a brow but not done much else. But she figured this was her roommate, who was welcome to tear apart her side of the room or whatever.

Another dude came into the room and Lex agreed with what he said…and it seemed to make things worse. Lexi blinked. Well than. But Lexi had dealt with other crazy like people before, she was a druggie after all, and she had also dealt with her father who had had some psycho mood swings. She knew what to do with people who were a bit off. Fuck, she was a bit off. So yeah, she wasn’t a stranger to knowing how to change topics at all. She shrugged. ”Aye, n’worries there. Thanks fer tryin’ t’help but I think someone swiped it. I’ll have to get new shit is’all” she said, her accent thick but she didn’t give a shite. Lexi was proud of her accent and never tried to stop it. It was bad when she was high, it made her slightly incoherent and hard to understand, but when she was sober and calm-ish it had a slightly laid back southern drawl type to it.

Besides, panicky people did not sit well with Lexi. She was usually the panicky one. Like right now, without her drugs. She was only not tempermental because she had to deal with another person and wanted to make it look like she was totally normal. But in an hour or two, withdrawal pangs would hit, or at least the need for a cig. And then she’d be doomed. She needed to meet with a usual supplier soon, but she didn’t want to run out on the chick she’d be living with again. At least if she met her while sober and high, she should remember who the chick was. Should.

And then she noticed that she had her scarred up body out and in the open. She went out of her way to pull on a sweatshirt to hide it, even though it was hot, and that was that in her book. At least until the chick noticed her scars and commented on them. She nodded a bit and rolled up her sleeves to show them again. Like she said, she was good with weird people when she was sober. When she was high she was one of the weird people. She snorted a bit at the thought. ”Dunn’eed to show me, promise. I believe ye.” and then she waved off the boy’s warning that the girl could be a bit off her rocker. Well so could Lexi, it was all good.

It didn’t mean she’d let down her guard though, not in the slightest. She was playing nice. But she wasn’t nice at all.

She plopped down easily on her bed then, happily, and had asked what she could do for these two. She really had begun to suspect that this chick was her roommate, a fact that was confirmed for her when Vira, that was her name, informed her she was her roommate. And she frowned a little. Crap she had met her before. ”Ah….obviously ye ‘aven’t heard of me rep.” she started softly. Great, give her the newbies that didn’t know about her habits. Well, maybe she should try to keep that underwraps? Or would she be open with it like she usually was. Lexi fiddled with the box of smokes in her pocket. She’d need to take a drag soon before she lost her mind, just to take the edge off was all…but back to the task at hand…her mind was wandering so bad….red blood staining the floor after all…

Lexi blinked and cleared he rhead. There was no blood. Crap. She needed to stop going on whatever she was on the night before if it made her have hallucinations like that when sober. Or maye that was just her. Fucked up to the core. Lovely. Back to the chick though…”I dun hate ye…just dun remember, sorry. I have a bit of a…black out issue” she said carefully. There, the truth without the truth. Worked for her.

”Oh…I’m Lexi by the by” she said remembering she had yet to introduce herself.

Words: 943
Muse: Epic
Comments: You are right next to meeee