#cvricsity

Faybelle shouldn’t have been worried. For once her painfully average living space had come in handy, being located on higher land than most other apartment complexes. She would be fine, her possessions would be fine, and most importantly, she could still come and go as she pleased. And that should have been enough for her. Looking out for number one was how she was raised.

But still she’d felt nothing but anxious since the announcement.

On the entirety of the station there were just three people, grudgingly, that she cared about. Malvina was never a cause for worry. If there was one thing she was certain of it was that the woman could take care of herself. Her mother was of little concern either. She was the one who’d taught her it was every woman for herself, after all. Which just left the one person who’s safety would not stop running through her mind.

Kitty.

The younger girl lived in one of the cheaper buildings on the station, and she knew for a fact they were already getting water. It was all over the news. Faybelle had lasted maybe ten minutes before sending a curt text to her friend, just two words.

‘Get here.’

Faybelle: I'd apologize for ditching you with Little Miss Perfect and Hoemont but let's be real.

Faybelle was never, ever drinking again.

Not only was she experiencing the worst headache of her life, but here she was walking down the sidewalk, makeup removed to the best of her abilities and yesterday’s clothes a wrinkled mess. Never mind the fact that the clasp of her bra had been broken when she’d finally managed to find it, her hair was barely presentable, and she’d never be able to look Darlene in the eye ever again.

In short, it was her first walk of shame.

By the time she made it back to her apartment the artificial sun was shining high in the sky, people heading back to work from lunch, and Faybelle hated just about everything and everyone. Closing the door behind her and slumping back against it, the only thing she wanted to do was take a long, cold shower. Both to relieve the pain and deal with some of the memories that were slowly surfacing from the night before.

“Ugghhh...”

Dead. Kitty was dead. That’s all there was to it. Kitty Cheshire was going to die. Bad enough the shapeshifter insisted on forcing her presence upon her, worse still that she somehow kept getting into her keep no matter how many wards she placed around it, but there she was sitting in her throne.

In.

Her.

Throne.

The nerve! How dare she? Faybelle had half a mind to turn the younger woman to stone, and the other half thought it much simpler to just blast her into oblivion! Ultimately, the unseelie couldn’t decide, and her indecision was likely the only thing saving Kitty’s life at the moment.

@cvricsity

Faybelle: Figures the one time I acually want ou in my apartment, youre nowhere to be found

Put simply, Faybelle had had one hell of a day. It had started off simply enough, just a paper jam. No big deal. It was frustrating, but after a few minutes she’d managed to get the crumpled mess out of the printer and get things going again. Then IT had removed necessary programs from the entire staff’s computers overnight, officially to create space. Unofficially, she knew it was just to make themselves look more important with their yearly reviews coming up. She’d spent a good portion of the day in a shouting match with the department head before he finally caved.

 Then at two, Malvina’s four o’clock appointment had shown up, insisting it was the time he’d told. Considering she’d personally scheduled the appointment, Faybelle had no problem telling him flat out he was wrong.

Malvina, unfortunately, hadn’t seen it the same way.

After a solid twenty minutes of getting chewed out, both for her supposed screw up with the schedule and ‘disrespecting the client,’ she’d been sent home early. And forced to make a note in payroll that she wasn’t to be paid for the full day. All Faybelle wanted to do now was claw somebody’s eyes out, or take a nap. She wasn’t feeling picky.

Of course, the passed out woman on the couch of her apparently unlocked apartment ruled out the former.

“Kitty. Get. Up.”

Reese: hay nerd

Reese: lock urself out resentlee??

Faybelle: What is this thing you're trying to drag me too?