Erupting through the large wooden door almost tearing it off the frame, she barreled into the room like a pastel avalanche picking up steam and derby as she almost tumbled falling out of her shoes before catching herself. With bags on top of bags in her arms she had a flustered confused air about her. The young woman had her teeth bared, her muscled ached, her heart pounded; it was quite the shit storm that day. There were crisp warm moist beads of sweat rolling down her forehead, coating her face in a fine layer of transparent shine and then slowly spilling down her neck. Reaching deep she tried to pull out the best smile she could. One look at the room, and she could tell it was quite the hasty clean job.’ It must have been quite the party the night before’ she thought to herself as she dropped her bags. Trying to lose that integument air of anger, and indignation she flicked her blond locks back out of her face. Her large vibrant crimson eyes had darted around the room hitting land marks such as the one bed clearly lived in, the work bench which had been a desk and what use to be another bed. Taking another good step into the room she took a deep breath and absorbed it took it in.” I’m not sure who you are I’m sorry I did not read your name…and people here are just rude, no one would help me find this place.”
Without giving the woman before her a chance to respond she let Ophanim’s Grace fall from her shoulder it rung loudly as it crashed into the ground. She has ruined her relationship with one roommate this time would be no different. Nushka knew who she was and she would not attempt to make herself out to be better than she was. Gliding across through the room it was almost lie her feet never touched the ground she had begun to shed the horrors of the day. Audience could do that to you, the young woman was a performer and she would do just that. Her heels and her savage sway, it was obviously exaggerated so it said one thing ‘I am aloof and above this’. Once in front of a clearly occupied bed on the side of the room she figured belonged to the antlered woman before herhe devilish fiend gently lowered herself on to the bed. The Lilac scented damsel was quickly falling into her natural stride. Her pastel plastic smile spread across her face she was finding the grove and settling into it. The woman before her strong her body slim yet still strangely slightly strapping. This how ever would not stop the primal act of mark ones territory. She had the stage she would begin the dance. It would be the type of battle the blonde was good at. She would be passively as off putting as possible, but yet still sickly sweet and kind. Annushka had been on the move all day, but it would not take away her almost pastoral cool. Kicking off a single powder pink heel, narcissist made a point to do what she does best talk about her life. “Aren’t you just quaint...This is Angelina’s room, yes?, Good I thought so I need the room to be quiet in the morning I mean almost silent before noon…and I’m gonna need to be loud at night, I plan to bring salty morsels back at night I’m sure you get me.” NuNu was no fighter, however she could do this she was use to this battle, this dance was one she had done multiple times before.
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