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[CALI WISTAR]

If there was a way to explain to someone exactly how she felt as every single dead eye of society was trained upon her, then they’d be there for a long time. After being in the zoo for two years, one would think that she’d be used to people staring at her. But it didn’t help that she had pushed those two years from her memory in an attempt to try to live as a normal, semi-functioning member of society. It also probably was not helping her considering she had just chased a flock of birds around the bus station and catching one, about to eat the pigeon before realizing that while she had chased the stupid bird down, the bus had arrived, and at least 25 people saw her act like a complete fool.

The look on their faces said “you’re a crazy chick, but I’m too scared to say it.”

She saw that look a lot lately; it was as if she was having a harder time suppressing the stupid animal instincts. She found that day-to-day tasks often got interrupted at the slightest rumble of her stomach or even the quietest creak in her house. Paying for her ticket and telling the bus driver her destination she sat beside a middle-aged man in business attire, he was clutching his Italian leather briefcase to his Armani-suited chest; the smell of fear was potent. She wanted to raise her lip and growl at him, just to make him even more scared (or maybe even piss his pants, that’d be funny) . But then she remembered her pledge of becoming a ‘normal’ human being. Shooting him a nervous smile she looked down at her hands and said,
You probably think that I escaped a…mental institution, right? But I promise I’m as sane as you are…if you…you know…could shift into a lion and all. I was just hungry, that’s all but I promise that I’ve got it under control!

Her wary smile did not seem to comfort him.

Hell, the fact that she admitted that she was hungry should have been a sign for him to get the hell off of there before she took a chunk out of his arm or something. But fear makes people do funny things. Recognizing her unsettling introduction as a failure she sighed and leaned back, her head pressing against the window as she closed her eyes and prayed the bus driver when to her destination first.

[roslyn chavelle]

I DON'T LIKE THE TASTE OF THEIR MORALITY

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She never considered bus rides home to be the most thrilling part of her day. In the same instance, she fell into the scene of saving the earth before it blew up from the carbon dioxide they savagely put into the atmosphere. Until she made enough money to purchase some sort of hybrid she rode the bus or walked. Today she chose to ride the bus after having exhausted herself the night before in her subspecies of wolf form running around like a little puppy who realized their legs could propel them to outstanding feats of speed. That and the lack of sleep did wonders for her legs that felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds each. Despite the dirty bus conditions, the fumes of the exhaust, the people in general, and the unwashed seats, she found herself settling down contentedly. She leaned her head on the seat and looked up ahead. Seeing the road ahead was all that mattered; otherwise she would begin to feel a little carsick.

A couple of seats up ahead she noticed a girl, or at least the back of the girl's head, and a man. What she had recently witnessed took awhile to sink into her mind. Sometimes Roslyn found this behavior acceptable until she realized in a reeking potent scent that made her nose tingle the fear radiating off of the bodies sitting around the girl, who smelled like some sort of feline. Felines would be felines and this was only on reason why, she thought, that werewolves were the alpha species. Incidents like this never helped the case of other shifters and for now she bit on her lip, waiting for some sort of scene to unfold. Ros easily imagined the man's eyes widening in some sort of prey-like fear; it was a look she recognized upon a number of the humans that walked alongside her kind in this quaint city.

For some reason she laughed a little bit to herself before looking out the window. In the back of her mind she knew some sort of something would unfold; there was too much fear that stunk up the bus. She let her window down and sucked in fresh air in her lungs, ignoring the dirty looks of other passengers that fanned themselves as if this air conditioning worked any better. The werewolf shrugged and heard a voice rise over the usual shuffle of the bus motor and the softly chattering people who acted like they were too afraid to speak up any louder. "That went smooth," she mumbled to herself.

And in an instant of pity, she realized she felt sorry for the girl. Look how hard she tried to prove her case. Not getting any rest from the fear that still propelled its way around the bus, she scooted up a seat until she sat diagonal from the girl. Her gaze settled on the man who met her gaze for a moment. "That went real smooth," she repeated aloud, now eyes resting upon the girl. A wolfish grin spread across her face, exposing her whitened teeth. "I don't think that's very reassuring, but you know, what do I know, right?" A light laugh escaped her musical voice. "But that's all right. I don't think there's much to fear in a hungry lion," she added sarcastically. "Don't worry. I'm not hungry." Finally, the first interesting conversation ever held on a bus. Roslyn's laugh echoed further back into the aisle.

COUNT: ~
INSPIRATION: pretty good
NOTES: ~
CREDIT: La Roux & me
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[CALI WISTAR]

The bus rumbled to life and the mortified passengers were off. Opening her eyes to peek around the confined space she picked out at least two other shifters, an avian shifter and a werewolf. Better watch your step, their arrogance will kill you… acid dripped through her thoughts. Eyeing the werewolf she closed her eyes again and smiled, if she really had to she could take the girl, skinny or not Cali knew how to pack a punch, and being bigger than the average lion really did help a lot. She quietly listened to the girl speak before opening her eyes and training her gold gaze on the girl,
Yeah, yeah. You can stop wrinkling your nose like that, if you’d like to know you smell like a wet dog. It’s not a pleasant stench. But you don’t see me getting all animated and crinkling my nose up, do you? You can relax, don’t worry about having to exterminate me today,
She sighed and closed her eyes again, a small smile playing across her lips, flashing sharpened canines,
I’ve got it under control. When I say I’ve got it, I say I’ve got it. Besides, things taste bad when they die with lots of fear in their veins. It’s why I can really only eat grocery store meat, at least those creatures didn’t die terrified with their hearts pumping at 50 times its original date. Too bloody if you know what I mean. The name’s Cali, who might you consider yourself to be?

[roslyn chavelle]

I DON'T LIKE THE TASTE OF THEIR MORALITY

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The pheromones lit the air like fire taking to gasoline; not only were there smells of fear but she sensed something more lethal and now her eyes rested upon the female. There was a spark in her eyes and she could almost see flickers of bright colors surrounding the petite body. Roslyn reacted in an inconspicuous way. Her body language tensed up and she kept her gaze solidly on the woman sitting diagonal from her. She felt her muscles contract and felt the familiar warm liquid rush through her veins, tempting her to shift despite the lack of trouble at the moment. Roslyn sniffed out like a dog and shook her head, wiping her bangs away from her eyes.

This woman was certainly friendly. "I'm so glad you're off to a great start today. So nice and friendly; it just warms my heart to meet people who smile and say sweet things like you," she remarked sarcastically, raising a brow. Roslyn got what she deserved, but in her point of view she did nothing to spur on a strong reaction such as this. Lions were temperamental creatures apparently. Unfortunately she knew the size difference between large felines and small subspecies wolves that didn't even have the typical werewolf form, but instead something like a coyote. At least she had four legs to run fast, hopefully her speed and agility could get her away faster than this lion could move.

Her mind raced on for options but outside her appearance remained stoic and stood unblinking. "Well I'm glad you let me know that I didn't have to worry. Thanks. That's sweet of you." Roslyn did just that; her muscles released themselves from crunched up positions and she leaned further back in her seat. When would her stop get here again? Every day the time ticked longer and longer, making the ride feel like an eternity instead of what was supposed to be only twenty or so minutes.

For now she allowed a smile to crease her features, playing the low emotion key. It was a swell act, at least she thought of it to be, and while she now looked as if she were momentarily unfocused, through the corner of her eye, she watched and listened to the lioness. For the first time there was common ground both could agree on and in the mention of food the high metabolized werewolf sat up, perking up a bit. "Couldn't agree more. Fear is like peanuts in cinnamon rolls. I would say chocolate but dogs can't exactly have chocolate." Or grapes for that matter, but she didn't know what she was missing out on really. She ate chocolate once; it was wonderful and floated in her mouth. Unfortunately it resulted in a night and a day worth of puking and horrible side-effects.

"Roslyn." The opportunity to shorten that never came about. "Where you headed to on this fine afternoon?"

COUNT: ~
INSPIRATION: pretty good
NOTES: ~
CREDIT: La Roux & me
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[CALI WISTAR]

In the tense moments that followed, Cali could tell that she was being sized up, but perhaps that was for the best, considering Cali had already done so with the woman, deciding that the fight was not worth it, nor was getting at least a dozen humans riled up, just another excuse for her stupid exotic feline senses to kick in and go into overdrive. Sometimes she wondered if that fucking rush would ever go away. To be honest, as much as she loved her feline form, she hated the lack of control that she had over her own actions. While the direction she went was mostly her own choice, what she did and how she did it seemed to mostly be controlled by the beast within. But then again, forced to live as an actual lion for 2 years under the nosy fish bowl of zoo life really did take a toll on her delicate sanity. She opened her eyes as the bus screeched to a halt, the man next to her got up and hurried off ground zero. Pleased with the sudden space now being open, she propped her legs up on the seat next to her and relaxed even more so, trying to undo the damage her little fit of unpredictability had caused.

Well, what with the different shifter divisions acting like they’re all better than the other, some ready to tear each other’s throats out, you have to admit it’s hard to gauge who will and who won’t kill you. It’s like the god damn Italian mafia decided to infect the streets. It didn’t always used to be like this. I remember when the groups were at least a little bit more cooperative than they are today, at least we all understood we shared the same exact space and dealt with it. But then that new stupid leader of the werewolves took over and now look, it’s like being caught on the bad side of the rail road tracks with a thousand dollar bill, you’re gonna get shot.

Rubbing her eyes she ran a hand through her tangled hair and wondered exactly how dirty she looked. When Roslyn (that’s what she said her name was) asked where her stop was, she almost said ‘home’ but then realized that her ‘home’ was a decrepit homeless shelter on the other side of town, she’d be the last stop, the last one in the shelter, the last one to shower and get a meal. Like always. She’d get the worst bunk. There would be nothing new about this routine. A stab of jealous wrenched its way through her heart and she clenched her teeth ever so slightly, fingers clawing at the sides of the bus,
Home. How bout’ you? Where’s your imagination destination? Candy land? PetCo?

[roslyn chavelle]

I DON'T LIKE THE TASTE OF THEIR MORALITY

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Shifting divisions. Politics was where it landed. This conversation held a predictable air and everything she heard came to no surprise at all. A huff was the reply for a moment and the rants continued even when she thought this Cali would run out of steam. Roslyn supposed it was for the better that the lioness got everything off her chest; at least now she'd be less likely to attack. Not to say the werewolf held a worry about that; instead she nearly welcomed it, thriving for some adventure in her life, and in all of her twenty-two young years of life, never had she been in a fight with some sort of lion. Then again she didn't want today to start off like that or end like that and now the time was just inappropriate.

In the middle of the long tirade Roslyn stifled a yawn, but another one followed and she overly dramatized the yawn, tilting back her head and faked a snore. Her arms flailed to the side and she looked up at the dirty bus ceiling. A grimace creased her face. When did they actually clean this bus? The smell of exhaust, fear, and smoke permeated throughout the concealed moving space. Her thoughts darted back to the woman sitting diagonal from her and she finally lifted her head up. Nothing came out of Cali's mouth. What a surprise.

"I mean, it's not my fault we're better. Don't go blaming me," she snorted. Underneath the layer of arrogance there was a twinge of sarcasm. To be honest, she didn't know what to think. They used good propaganda and over the years anyone fell for the trick; history was thick of it and it was still being used. But Roslyn didn't think as deep as she used to and she began to fall for everything; a part of her believed it and a small portion of her grew more and more confused each passing day. "It's a good thing I like living dangerously and have a healthy thirst for adventure then." The way Cali put it sounded morbid, but Roslyn knew her life was at steak every day. Didn't everyone?

She didn't know what to think of the leader. He remained mysterious through the entire ordeal and in fact, Roslyn didn't know the gender of the leader. Was that bad? "Well, you know, I try not to involve myself in politics too much. It's not like all of us walk on two legs and go around tearing down towns and rampaging like bloodthirsty hounds," she responded. Her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes darkened. No matter how much of it remained true, being judged so blatantly and put on the spot for her own kin rubbed her the wrong way. "They'll have to do something more than shoot me."

Now it was her turn. "And anyway, who's to say we aren't better? We have the numbers you lack. Someone has to run this town. But not all werewolves are alike you know; some of us are more moderate than others. I really enjoy how you put me in the barrel just with everyone else because it's all you've heard. Just like they feed us propaganda I'm sure you've had your fair share about how we're all hungry for power. Isn't everyone?" She felt the blood rush to her cheeks and had to bite the inside of her jaw to refrain from going on in her own little rant. To keep her head on straight, she leaned back in the seat as if trying to get further away from the lioness.

The werewolf was unaware of the reaction to her question until she tilted her head to look at Cali. She noticed her fingers curling but said nothing to the fact because nothing came into her mind. "Narnia," she returned sarcastically. "Where do you think? The same as you. Home sweet home." Her eyes slitted and she looked at Cali carefully. "Must've been a hell of a day for you."

COUNT: ~
INSPIRATION: pretty good
NOTES: ~
CREDIT: La Roux & me
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[CALI WISTAR]

The bus rumbling beneath her was slowly lulling her into a daze, the heat of the bus did not help her alertness either. Shifting in the seat she rested her head on the window and closed her eyes shortly before opening them again as they passed by several neighborhoods, the jealousy ripped through her like fire. Stupid humans thought they could have everything. Stupid humans thought they could tame wild beasts. She hoped one day humanity would come to the understanding that mother nature’s not a nice girl to mess with and will stop trying to suppress the wild. Sooner or later, their controlling efforts are bound to backfire and bite the hand that fed them. Though, it wasn’t like Cali had a choice at the moment, she was living in a human shelter, some smart ass had earlier suggested a pound.

People can be such douche bags.

But it was hard to not be such an ass hole when the world clearly wanted people like her dead. It was a defense mechanism she had developed years ago and failed to shed once out of the fish-bowl life of the zoo. Sighing she listened to this Roslyn girl talk, the bitterness in her voice told Cali that talking about politics and all the other stupid dynamics in the world rubbed the wolf the wrong way. She took mental note of that. Relaxing her hands she smiled lightly and shook her head,
No one said anyone had to rule this town, most towns aren’t even governed, they just allow the invisible hands of society guide the paths of each person. But to each his own I suppose, whatever makes your type happy. And not to throw you in the monkey barrel or anything, but it’s just the stories, and I’m mostly avoided by a lot of the shifters, so socialization has recently dropped to nothing.

She calmly looked back out the window when she stopped talking, only to laugh at Roslyn’s joke.

It was funny, because she was a lion.
Oh, gotta go to work for the White Witch I assume? Didn’t she have talking wolves or something? So I assume I’ll see you there, right?
Cali was starting to like this girl. But then again, whenever conversations got past the first few tense exchanges, she tended to loosen up and enjoy the discussion a bit more, it allowed her to display her personality and get a good feel of the person she was talking to.

It was complicated for the most part.

[roslyn chavelle]

I DON'T LIKE THE TASTE OF THEIR MORALITY

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"No one says because everyone knows," she interrupted. Of course there were rulers; in ancient times there were rulers and nothing changed since then. The world stayed the same excluding the technological advances unless conspiracy theories lingered out in the world about advanced cultures. She crossed her arms and listened to the side of the lioness although Roslyn found herself very quickly disagreeing. It could have possibly resulted because of her large power thirst. Hearing about the conquests the wolves talked about daily that fluttered around the air made her excited, anxious about having a spot of authority. Everyone craved power whether they admitted it or not, Roslyn was just one of the few who immediately responded to the lovely thought.

"Mostly stories, of course it's mostly stories. Rumors, the like," she spat. She hated rumors when she didn't start them. To her, all of the other shifting species grew jealous of the wolves and their unity. With a wave of her hand, she removed the subject from her mind. Politics always got her fired up in some shape or form and she didn't enjoy being the one riled up when the extent of the conversation led to areas unexplored. At least she didn't know the entire plans the werewolves had, considering she was only a subspecies and looked lowly upon--which bothered her too.

"You're avoided by the shifters?" Roslyn laughed aloud. "And why is that? Do they grow uncomfortable with you chasing birds everywhere when you're hungry?" She snickered quietly. But hey, didn't everyone occasionally lose themselves? Well . . . no. Roslyn liked to think of herself a master of her abilities and animal instincts that occasionally reacted while she remained in human form. It was a tricky aspect to handle. "Are you one of those social butterflies?" Roslyn couldn't imagine so. At least she had plenty of socialization and parities. Roslyn outdid herself in that department.

"Well how did you know? Yeah. Of course I'm first in command, oh great Aslan. It looks like we're sworn enemies." She made a "tsk" sound with her tongue and shook her head morosely. "But unlike all of the other shifters who avoid you, I guess our paths are destined to cross again." In the middle of all the partying and the shallow being known as Roslyn, there was an actress aspiring to be found, a poet dreaming to be heard. Or not.

COUNT: ~
INSPIRATION: pretty good
NOTES: ~
CREDIT: La Roux & me
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[CALI WISTAR]

Crossing her arms to look at her fingernails, she quietly inspected them for dirt as the woman mumbled on about how society always had a means of order provided by the hands-on of government. She was growing tired of the political talk and could not help but stifle a theatrical yawn,
Pardon the rude interruption, but my tiny feline attention span is slowly waning…

The bus made another stop, she wondered if the bus driver had intentions of her never getting off.

But why would that be? It’s not like the entire world was out to get her. Or was it? After escaping the zoo, she had to shift carefully, it wasn’t hard to spot a massive white lion in the middle of the crowd and she was sure the San Diego zoo missed their rare freak show dearly. But she really hated that place. Every time she thought of it the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Her attention snapped back on Roslyn as she spoke again. Cali smiled and shook her head once more when Roslyn questioned her social abilities. If only you knew puppy, if only you knew.
Well, of course I’m avoided. A socially impaired lioness with the lack of control over the carnivorous side just waiting to break loose and tear a few throats out, hell. I’d avoid myself if I could, but I’m stuck with my own insanity. They say that’s what happens to the homeless, but I beg to differ, I know plenty of perfectly sane people in the pound- I mean shelter, who are aware of the date and current happenings in the world and are certain that the TV store across the street is not a-
With a sheepish grin, she realized she had already let one secret slip loose.
Right, let’s re-do that greeting, shall we? I’m Cali Wistar, I shift into a lioness, I’m 22 miserable years old and I’m homeless. It’s nice to meet you, I’m slightly crazy, but I keep it under control. Do you like the bus?

She didn’t offer a hand with her sudden re-greeting. It was just a lapse of her unpredictability setting in, she wished she could sense when those things were coming gone, but nothing was going to change even if she did know, the snaps in her social sanity were unstoppable, the side-effects of zoo life for two years.

[roslyn chavelle]

I DON'T LIKE THE TASTE OF THEIR MORALITY

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Roslyn was very glad to move on from the subject. She slowly realized there was a mysterious, enigmatic aura surrounding Cali. In all of her young twenty-two years, Roslyn knew when people were a little off kilter. She deemed Cali to be among those people. With a nonchalant shrug, she brushed the fact off, but it appeared that not all would be suddenly answered or repaired.

As she listened to Cali, she made a few shrugs here and there and downplayed the information in her mind. What was a lion other than an oversized playful cat? If only Discovery channel hadn't existed then she would know nothing about the sharp teeth and the brute weight that easily brought down something twice the size of them in weight or in build--or in both. Even Roslyn who sat herself on a high pedestal and stroked her own ego more than once a day realized she had little chance against the lion. Of course if she was created like the other werewolves that were bipedal, perhaps there would be more of a match, but since she turned into something scrawny, almost like a larger form of a coyote, nothing could be said or done.

But all of the information spurted out in one tidal wave and Roslyn widened her eyes and let her mouth drop just a bit before she quickly closed it. She raised a brow at all of the information, but instead of focusing on every little detail, she listened to the words pound, shelter, and homeless over and over in her mind. If she were to be honest with herself, Roslyn wasn't all too nice, not to say she was exactly mean, she just enjoyed starting things up to get some reaction. But allowing someone to live homeless? Of course there wasn't a steady income flow necessarily and she wasn't rich by any means. For the moment, Roslyn remained absorbed in her own thoughts and was unable to react by word to Cali's current situation.

She heard the words come out of a re-introduction, but all floated meaninglessly past her. She didn't even try to grasp onto what the lioness shifter was saying. "So you're homeless?" she finally got out. Roslyn dealt with some real shockers on a day to day basis, but meeting an actual homeless person was usually not among them. "I mean, I'm not homeless." And in a way that statement was an overnight invitation. "I'm not really the nicest person in the world. And I'm more social than you are. But you don't stink that bad." All of her ramblings made sense to her. Roslyn was lost in her own train of thoughts and her gaze averted elsewhere while she thought.

Finally, she waved a hand. "Well obviously I'm not going to let you stay homeless. I mean even if I thought you were a little crazy for chasing birds, you're not that bad. Then again, my house isn't huge but it'll do." And she didn't have the money either, unfortunately. Roslyn moved to the seat next to Cali and looked at her seriously, trying to impersonate the soap opera actors who tried to be grave in a very grave time. "It's nice to meet you Cali, I'm Roslyn. But aside from that, I don't think I can let a crazed lion run around the city chasing birds in human form. I'm sure a few nights at my place wouldn't hurt your reputation around this place."

COUNT: ~
INSPIRATION: pretty good
NOTES: ~
CREDIT: La Roux & me
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[CALI WISTAR]

It had only been four years since she had escaped the zoo, and before that she had a home, a life with her parents. Unfortunately the same people who had raised her were deeply convinced that she was dead. And they had good reason; someone staged her death for her. While Cali never really loved her home life, it sure as hell beat sleeping on the streets and being infected with dreams of murder every time she put her head to the pillow and closed her eyes. Cali didn’t even get much sleep lately, maybe that’s why she was so out of control. So crazy. Ignoring Roslyn for a few seconds she watched a mother and child walk down the streets holding hands walking a dog. She wondered if that dog was their uncle or something. Doubtful, but Cali was always suspicious of animals in collars on leashes, you never know, they could be posing as a house pet as a means of free food. If she weren’t a big lion she’d do it herself. But it’s against city ordinance to own an exotic animal, she’d be put in a wildlife reserve or zoo or something.

And there was no way she’d be going back.

Her attention snapped back on to the conversation as Roslyn suggested the one thing Cali would have never expected from her,
Does your house smell like wet dog?
Was the first thing she could say, but she quickly covered it up by laughing and lightly patting the woman on the shoulder,
You have got to be one of the least selfish wolves I’ve ever met. Though, the wolves I’ve known have been nothing better than ass holes. I know a lot less crazy people would kindly deny your invitation. But I’m not sane. I don’t know you, but I know you like your steak undercooked, and eating people is not on your list of priorities. I’m sure we can always work something out, right? Hell, so long as I don’t get hung for living with a wolfie I think I’ll be ok, just let me know if you ever invite your crazy canine friends over, I like a little preparation before I have to deal with a group of kitty-cat chasers.

This could only go as well as a dog and cat living together could go. But Cali was beyond caring; the thought of a solid roof over her head and maybe a bed was exciting to her. Looking around at the scene outside she sat up rather excitedly and asked,
So…where exactly is this fabled house of yours?

[roslyn chavelle]

I DON'T LIKE THE TASTE OF THEIR MORALITY

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Her wit was good; Roslyn would have come back with a smart reply too, but she noticed it was a joke. Her face lightened up a bit and she left the soap opera dramatic look behind. "Why thank you!" she responded, smiling brighter. Roslyn always tried to do the right thing. Trying never counted. But considering she was unfortunately low on the totem pole in the wolf society, perhaps this was why she could show kindness. They were brutal, no doubt about that, which is also why she used her charm and charisma to keep her plot in the little world.

"Steak isn't good unless it's undercooked. I don't know why people like it with all the blood sopped up. . ." She ate that once and needless to say, wasn't the least bit impressed. The thought of that made her wrinkle her nose.

Canine friends. Oh yes. . . Roslyn invited plenty of people over, mostly after the parties she attended. "I take it you're not much of a party person. . ." Her gaze ran over Cali quickly. No, this girl seemed a little withdrawn to an extent. But of course this was merely passed down to Roslyn's observations. Considering the werewolf was not much of an observer, she never trusted her quick call judgements but laid them out on the table, waiting for some sort of confirmation or disagreement. "Anyway, that's doable. Though I don't think they'd exactly miss the cat smell." She waved her hand carelessly. "They won't do anything about it so long as you're gone. And I'll make sure of that."

Of course Roslyn easily saw what Cali talked about. There was a fine balance between chaos and order. "Of course I don't think the house is big . . . It only has two bedrooms and two and a half bath you know. But it's big enough. And it's a little messy . . ." She barely heard Cali's comment as she thought about her lack of organization and cleanliness. "Oh it's just two stops ahead. It's in a rather charming neighborhood if I say so myself."

COUNT: ~
INSPIRATION: pretty good
NOTES: ~
CREDIT: La Roux & me
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