June 1st was the day Jada Chamberlyn got her first apartment.
She'd lived alone before, in the nice home her father had bought for her; it didn't compare to the feeling of dragging her last suitcase over the edge of the 480-square foot studio apartment that was now hers. It came furnished, and the people who rented it out to her didn't ask many questions. The neighborhood wasn't the best, perhaps, what with being downtown, but she should be able to get in and out of the third-floor apartment unseen with little to no issues.The carpet was clean, and there wasn't anything broken down inside. The back door leading onto the small patio didn't lock, but there was a bar she could set in place if she so chose. With her two luggage bags of belongings and her cat carrier, she brought in some groceries and plenty of roach traps and insect repellent. One could never be too sure. Jada Chamberlyn might fight youma on a regular basis, but she'd be damned if she'd be fighting roaches too.
"Alright, you." She told her toyger, unlatching the front of his cat case. "Make yourself at home. Mark your territory, or whatever it is you strange boy cats do." She watched Castor stretch first his right legs, then his left, lifting each paw off the rough carpet daintily before sniffing around. His tail was stiff, his stance aggressive as he marched out to meet the unknown devils of the small apartment. Jada watched him for a little while, leaning against the wall. He disappeared into the bathroom, sniffed around the small bed, and came back to hop up on the couch and stare around. The heiress could almost hear the unvocalized question- What are we doing here, girl?! "Welcome home." she told him, and Castor sneezed at her, ear flicking. And then he sneezed again, and she frowned. Just what she needed- a cat with allergies to common thread fibers.
There was a small table, and Jada pulled a notepad out of her back pocket. It was one she'd snitched from the hotel before she left, and it came complete with a matching pencil. "Vase." she said, jotting it down. Fresh flowers would be expensive, but if she found some nice enough fake ones, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Castor sneezed again, and Jada sighed. "Sofa cover." she continued, "Table runner. Throw pillows. New sheets. Dishes." She couldn't afford a microwave just yet, so she would be having to cook real food for herself. "Dish soap." She turned on the kitchen sink, letting the water run for a few minutes before cupping a bit in her hands and tasting it. Eugh. "Bottled water, or filter pitcher." she called to Castor, and he jumped off the couch, coming to join her. He sniffed around the kitchen area, pawed at the counter, and then leaped on top of it, opening his mouth.
"Mreow." the feline told his mistress. "Mreeeoooow."
"Hey, it isn't that bad." she opened the fridge, looking inside. Clean and empty, so she put the groceries away. "It's just... the size of my closet." Speaking of closets, would her clothing even fit in the three small closets her apartment had? "Hangers." she told Castor as she shoved him off the counter. "We need some." he sniffed at her, and preceded her to the bedroom area, hopping up on the empty mattress and licking his paw. The closets were small, and the smaller of the two that led to the bathroom she dubbed the linen closet. "Bath towels." she noted. Ah! She darted back to the main room, peeking inside the closet by the door- ahh, there they were. Her very own teeny-tiny washer and dryer, stacked behind the sliding door. She'd never had to do her own laundry before, though she had once or twice. It would be an experience, and each little thing would be a lesson learned.
In truth, Jada wasn't very well-equipped for living outside of a hotel, but that was okay! Little by little she'd start living like a human again, and maybe she would get lucky and her parents would relent and let her at the stuff she already had in storage? Pulling out her cell phone, Jada stared at the empty call log. Nothing and no one, No missed calls, no text messages, her phone was empty. It was unfortunate that it was unlikely for things to remain that way. Things would be picking up with the Court soon, and classes would be picking up. Then, she needed to actually find a job- she could survive on the pittance she was getting from her inheritance now that her father was no longer helping her, but she would be very hungry if she had to take Castor to the vet, or take a taxi, or buy any new clothing. Still, as she took pictures of the empty apartment with her cellular phone and sent some off to her family, Jada Chamberlyn was proud of herself.
The trip to the store and back was an experience, but she finally made it up the stairs and tumbled into her apartment, staring around at the place she would now call home. As she flopped onto the couch, tugging Castor into her arms, her phone buzzed. Reaching out, she flipped it open and stared at her father's name heading the text message.
I'm proud of you.
Four simple words, and the senshi thought she was going to float away.
The phone buzzed again, and Jada flipped to the message, not looking at the sender.
Come home. Szelem had said. I forgive you.
Five words, and she was grounded again. Snapping the cell phone shut, Jada stalked into the kitchen, dander up. "Ramen." she told Castor, who purred at her and chewed on his catnip mouse. "Sustenance of the poor." He sneezed at her, and she threw the noodles in a pot, adding the little silver packet of seasonings and then pouring some water on top before mopping her kitchen floor with bug spray.
She'd lived alone before, in the nice home her father had bought for her; it didn't compare to the feeling of dragging her last suitcase over the edge of the 480-square foot studio apartment that was now hers. It came furnished, and the people who rented it out to her didn't ask many questions. The neighborhood wasn't the best, perhaps, what with being downtown, but she should be able to get in and out of the third-floor apartment unseen with little to no issues.The carpet was clean, and there wasn't anything broken down inside. The back door leading onto the small patio didn't lock, but there was a bar she could set in place if she so chose. With her two luggage bags of belongings and her cat carrier, she brought in some groceries and plenty of roach traps and insect repellent. One could never be too sure. Jada Chamberlyn might fight youma on a regular basis, but she'd be damned if she'd be fighting roaches too.
"Alright, you." She told her toyger, unlatching the front of his cat case. "Make yourself at home. Mark your territory, or whatever it is you strange boy cats do." She watched Castor stretch first his right legs, then his left, lifting each paw off the rough carpet daintily before sniffing around. His tail was stiff, his stance aggressive as he marched out to meet the unknown devils of the small apartment. Jada watched him for a little while, leaning against the wall. He disappeared into the bathroom, sniffed around the small bed, and came back to hop up on the couch and stare around. The heiress could almost hear the unvocalized question- What are we doing here, girl?! "Welcome home." she told him, and Castor sneezed at her, ear flicking. And then he sneezed again, and she frowned. Just what she needed- a cat with allergies to common thread fibers.
There was a small table, and Jada pulled a notepad out of her back pocket. It was one she'd snitched from the hotel before she left, and it came complete with a matching pencil. "Vase." she said, jotting it down. Fresh flowers would be expensive, but if she found some nice enough fake ones, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Castor sneezed again, and Jada sighed. "Sofa cover." she continued, "Table runner. Throw pillows. New sheets. Dishes." She couldn't afford a microwave just yet, so she would be having to cook real food for herself. "Dish soap." She turned on the kitchen sink, letting the water run for a few minutes before cupping a bit in her hands and tasting it. Eugh. "Bottled water, or filter pitcher." she called to Castor, and he jumped off the couch, coming to join her. He sniffed around the kitchen area, pawed at the counter, and then leaped on top of it, opening his mouth.
"Mreow." the feline told his mistress. "Mreeeoooow."
"Hey, it isn't that bad." she opened the fridge, looking inside. Clean and empty, so she put the groceries away. "It's just... the size of my closet." Speaking of closets, would her clothing even fit in the three small closets her apartment had? "Hangers." she told Castor as she shoved him off the counter. "We need some." he sniffed at her, and preceded her to the bedroom area, hopping up on the empty mattress and licking his paw. The closets were small, and the smaller of the two that led to the bathroom she dubbed the linen closet. "Bath towels." she noted. Ah! She darted back to the main room, peeking inside the closet by the door- ahh, there they were. Her very own teeny-tiny washer and dryer, stacked behind the sliding door. She'd never had to do her own laundry before, though she had once or twice. It would be an experience, and each little thing would be a lesson learned.
In truth, Jada wasn't very well-equipped for living outside of a hotel, but that was okay! Little by little she'd start living like a human again, and maybe she would get lucky and her parents would relent and let her at the stuff she already had in storage? Pulling out her cell phone, Jada stared at the empty call log. Nothing and no one, No missed calls, no text messages, her phone was empty. It was unfortunate that it was unlikely for things to remain that way. Things would be picking up with the Court soon, and classes would be picking up. Then, she needed to actually find a job- she could survive on the pittance she was getting from her inheritance now that her father was no longer helping her, but she would be very hungry if she had to take Castor to the vet, or take a taxi, or buy any new clothing. Still, as she took pictures of the empty apartment with her cellular phone and sent some off to her family, Jada Chamberlyn was proud of herself.
The trip to the store and back was an experience, but she finally made it up the stairs and tumbled into her apartment, staring around at the place she would now call home. As she flopped onto the couch, tugging Castor into her arms, her phone buzzed. Reaching out, she flipped it open and stared at her father's name heading the text message.
I'm proud of you.
Four simple words, and the senshi thought she was going to float away.
The phone buzzed again, and Jada flipped to the message, not looking at the sender.
Come home. Szelem had said. I forgive you.
Five words, and she was grounded again. Snapping the cell phone shut, Jada stalked into the kitchen, dander up. "Ramen." she told Castor, who purred at her and chewed on his catnip mouse. "Sustenance of the poor." He sneezed at her, and she threw the noodles in a pot, adding the little silver packet of seasonings and then pouring some water on top before mopping her kitchen floor with bug spray.
