(DONE) Ep. 1.5 - Drama Queen [Catherine] Jul 6, 2014 0:05:48 GMT -5
Post by saritamccoy on Jul 6, 2014 0:05:48 GMT -5
//ooc// Set two days after Like A Stray, in Week 1 of Episode 1.5.
The cry rose to a crescendo, then to a shriek, and then to a wail of utter despair. Neatly hung was a freshly-carved door, leading into a hollowed out, dusty hole-of-a-room barely big enough for a human; from it and with a BANG, a blur of pink-red whirled out into the hallway. Sarita McCoy's face was a look of absolute, indignant fury, the girl holding up a distressed-looking ball of tabby-patterned fur. A well-fed, rather buggy-eyed cat stared at the cavernous world around him, legs stretched out and claws bracing, held up by the 'neath of his front legs. Eyes smouldering with fiery intensity, Sarita looked to the left, then to the right, and inhaled like an angry bull.
"WHOSE CAT IS THIS?!"
She looked around, the hallway echoing with the question. No one answered, leading Sarita to start storming towards the atrium. If one looked closely enough, they could see a fresh, large stain on her favourite wine-swirled shirt, the dark rose-pink darkened further to match the pattern. It smelt suspiciously acidic, and there were a few strands of wet hair on the patch; it was located just over Sarita's belly-button.
"Mister Layby?! Miz Cleaver?! SOMEBODY ANSWER ME ALREADY!!"
Thwap thwap thwap went her bare feet down the halls, calloused from years of hard work. Anything rough or sharp that was stepped on was summarily ignored, the singer too pissed to care about what happened to her feet. All she cared about was her shirt, her best and favourite shirt, and the fact that.... That.... That the obese, garbage-scented vermin that had just coughed up a hairball on her had gotten into her room in the first place. What had happened to her privacy? No lock on the door was fine, but this, this —