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Concetta could be the epitome of laziness when it came to menial tasks. She preferred to get one of her minions; her girlfriends, or doting boys, to do simple tasks for her but most didn't realize the hollowness of the woman. They didn't quite grasp just how uncaring she was or unfeeling she was and so when it came time for the dirty deeds to be done, she'd learned to be rather adept at doing them herself. It was a long practiced skill from her childhood. She'd break into things and say she found them like that, she'd steal something and say her friend told her to do it. She'd turn on the water works and blubber a bit and most madults, hating to see a sweet girl cry, would just poo poo and send her away. By the time they'd caught on, she'd already had her daddy on her side and that was generally the end of it.

This of course meant that after hearing of Rin's death Cee began to scope out her room. A week was good right? Wasn't it going to waste? In her defense it wasn't all about the recently deceased. There were other rooms, promotions, moving spouses, and all were worth looking at. First she had to figure out which it was (but she had a list now, of all the rooms that would soon be empty). It was easy enough to ask around and since she'd been borrowing Taym's room it only took a day or two to figure who slept where and then ask a few questions as a 'concerned trainee wanting to pay her respects'.

With the room successfully identified the rest was easy peasy. Cee had been hobbling around in a cast a few days too long. There were a few life hunters already trying to get her back to the labs to be officially given a clean bill of health but she'd been avoiding them in her efforts to milk this for all it was worth. The cast was also pretty handy for hiding a screwdriver. The process was slow in trying not to get caught but when she was focused the woman was surprisingly capable. One screw before breakfast, another after her pod duty, and the last few in the silent still moments of early afternoon when most were well into their day's activities.

The knob and lock fell off completely, the screwdriver was safely hidden again and the dorm door cracked open to still darkness. Cee grinned triumphantly and stepped inside to find the perfectly preserved tomb of a dorm, a monument still untouched, and the concisely summarized life of someone she'd never known.

Her's for the picking.

Cee had no idea what Rin had looked like or the kind of girl she was. All she'd done was turn on the light and bask for a moment. She dragged her eyes over the collection of belongings all left where Rin or Melvin had put them. It was almost like a puzzle, taking all these pieces of a person and putting them together to try and imagine what they had been like. There was no reverence for the being though, to Cee this was as academic as she got. The extent of her mental exercise was the enjoyment of imagining this dead woman and what things she liked, what style she had and what beauty products she'd enjoyed.

When Melvin's voice interrupted the silence, she spun guiltily with a look of shock and innocence plastered on her face. "Oh my gahd!" She clasped her chest in surprised, "You scared me jeezus."

Melvin's face only registered because of his icon on twitter and then she put on a sympathetic expression, "Oh.. oh are you Melvin? I'm so sorry." Her hands shot up though, displaying her innocence. "I swear I didn't touch nothin. I seen the door jimmied open so I just peeked in. It was jus' so still'n nice in here."

To her credit, she hadn't touched a single thing.

Cee didn't have the panic of the unpracticed guilty. She didn't even have the guilt really. It was completely lacking from her own mind even though the reality was that she did do it. It was just a thing she'd done that, in her mind, couldn't hurt anyone. But life had taught her that most didn't view things they same way she did so Concetta stuck with confident denial.

"Well I know who's room it is when you walk in callin her name. But it's like clearly a chicks room." Her eyes widened as if it was obvious. Dude's rooms stank. "I mean the names on a lotta tongues aroun'here but I swear!" Even as he reached for her arm she kept them innocently raised. Her pockets were tiny decorative slivers in the cutoff jean shorts she wore and the woman didn't even have a purse, just her cell phone sticking obviously from between her ample breasts, shown without shame.

"Yo yo... you ain't needa be grippin me up.. I told you I ain't touched anything!" Cee then lifted her voice. It wasn't a panic, but the kind of shriek that she afforded anyone who attempted such a thing without her permission. It was the expected reaction from a woman like Cee, someone who would try to sue you on the street for looking at her the wrong way.

"People round here leave their doors open alla time! Cause ya know... SOCIALIZIN. I'm the kinda girl who's inta new friends. Wasn't till I really looked that I seen the jimmied knob.. JEEZUS!" She twisted it, played herself the victim of circumstance, and would defend that until the end of the earth.

"DAYUM." She refused to let him touch her, wrenching away. "You think you can ******** frisk a chick fer just standin in a room? I like.. LITERALLY had been here like a second before you came. You think I got her lipstick or something stuffed in my cooter? Jeezus. You goin for a cavity search?" Cee placed her hands on her hips with a huff but eventually cooled.

"Listen I ain't gonna steal nothin." Her voice had softened. "I can help ya if you want? See if shits missin or.. I dunno I ain't a detective. Look for clues?" She thumbed into the hall, "I could ask around..."

Cee's head drew back on her neck, the sort of disbelieving wide eyed expression that usually preceded the kind of bitchy outburst found on an episode of Bad Girls Club. Melvin just kept going and it slightly took the wind out of her sails. She knew he'd flip if he found her. She could tell from his reactions on twitter but the woman was hardly empathetic and hadn't felt a moment of grief in her entire life. Still, her bodily prep for an outburst sort of slowly burned away. She was smart enough to tell when she was digging her own hole so she didn't bother starting it.

"Aight.. It's cool. I didn't touch nothin. So it coulda been me, standin here doin nothin... or it coulda been one'a them scavengin scumbags roamin this joint." Her arms now crossed in natural defense, as anyone in the same situation may do. "They take anythin! Someone even wanted the torture rack outta Ever's room." Socializing was easy. Talking was easy. Words met with heightened emotion often were the best combination to steer things the way Cee wanted.

She wanted to say 'it could be worse' but from his perspective, could it? Worse was relative. Her room could have been stripped or ransacked, but was that worse when compared to the fact that she was dead? Cee couldn't connect with the feelings but she knew from observation how extreme people behaved, their drastic mood swings and crazy motivations.

"No point I guess.." She pursed her lips and crossed her arms a bit. In silence she watched Melvin searching manically. She knew for a fact that nothing had been moved or touched. She'd not removed a thing. But would he understand that? Or would he endlessly search for some tiny detail that he'd never find because it didn't exist? Would he convince himself that something was missing that he couldn't remember?

The effect of her little exercise in breaking and entering had been a noticeable one and Cee was secretly reveling in Melvin's crazed misery. Just as she'd been enjoying Rin's empty room, the objects that made up the sum of someone's life, she now enjoyed seeing how doing almost nothing at all could upend someone else's sanity.

"Well.. if you don'need no help.." Cee sighed a bit. "I'll leave ya be."

"Nuttin I swear." She backed up only a step, poking the forgotten knob with her good foot. "Jus the knob on the floor and the door was open." She rolled the knob over under her shoe and looked around.

"Oh look the screws are here I think." Indeed they were not missing but just scattered in the thin, threadbare hall carpet. Seems they'd rolled into the crack where floor met wall.

"Maybe they were comin back for a bag'r somethin." She looked up and down the hall. "Or maybe they din't want nothin." She could do this all day, really.

Cee nodded at him with large doe-like brown eyes. "I know ya hate me jus'fer bein here but.." she finally did him the satisfaction of turning to leave and her sincerity was convincing, "Sorry fer what happened and what happened ta yer friend."

She knew the words fell on deaf ears since they'd come from her but Cee was so good at lying that already, she'd almost convinced herself there was no way she could have done this.

She took a few steps, paused, and couldn't help speaking again, "Ya know.. it's gonna be someone else's room eventually. Sooner than later prob. People be wakin up alla time. Some other young kid or some other chick. Don't hate'em cuz'a circumstance, aight?"

And then she finally wandered away.