Chaney Franchot XX↳ The Cat ΞΞΞ This kitten has claws. Chaney unlocked the door to her dorm with a satisfying click and gently pushed the wood panel open. What awaited her eyes nearly made her cry with happiness. A plush bed all to herself! A kitchen with enough food to last her an incredibly long time. A bathroom with a working shower! Dropping her bag on what she claimed as her side of the bed she rushed to stainless steel fridge and yanked the door open. Upon finding slightly chilled food items, the blonde began to eat to her heart's content.
When satisfied that she could eat no more, Chaney hurriedly ran to the bathroom and turned the water to the shower on. It gushed out hot and steamy. Stripping of her clothes, the woman doused herself in the boiling liquid and sighed contently as her muscles relaxed and all traces of dirt and muck were washed off from her.
Tossing her rotten and hole ridden clothes into the raggedy backpack of hers, Chaney pulled out the only other set of clothes she had; a pair of incredibly worn jeans and a oversized grey men's hoodie. They didn't smell nearly as bad as the ones she had worn here. Flopping down on the bed, Chaney's mind ran through possible adventures to be had. Maybe she could actually be safe here, she could stay for as long as she would like and be well taken care of.
Yea, live in a fantasy world and pray with everything you have no one finds out who you are. The little nagging voice in the back of Chaney's mind argued. Hey, it had a point. Anyone, anywhere could be a threat. They could be an agent for the scientists who created here, or a relation to one of her victims who just so happened to be extremely intuitive. The blonde would have to be on her guard.
But no one said she couldn't have fun while she was here.
With a smile that could test fate himself, Chaney sat up and ran to the window. There were places beckoning to be explored, adventures waiting to be had. The eager blonde couldn't contain herself and flew out the door.
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This kitten has claws.ΞΞΞ